by S. L. Finlay
Because of the work Daddy did, I would often be introduced to beautiful places through him. They would be places where he had gone for work to train with other marines or places where he had gone privately to work on his fitness. They were places where he had felt were particularly beautiful or breath taking that Daddy wanted to show me, that he wanted me to see and love and enjoy just as much as he did.
We had stopped, and Daddy was placing me down somewhere. He told me to get ready and as my feet gently touched the ground, I could feel sand beneath my feet once again.
"You're going to have to walk the next fifty meters or so, but it's worth it. I can guide you." Daddy said, grabbing my hand as I lifted it to my blindfold on the last sentence, "don't take that off, it's a surprise Lucy."
Daddy's scolding voice was only light as he said those words, but was enough for me to not want to defy him. I let my hand down and nodded once. I would do as I was told, at least this time.
Taking my hand, Daddy led me towards a sound I couldn't quite make out. All I could hear where I stood was the sound of the ocean and something else. With every tentative step I took, and every one of Daddy's instructions that I followed, I could hear the sound of water, just a little bit louder with every step.
With every step too, came more instructions. Daddy was telling me where to put my feet and what pace to walk at. There were big stones here as well as sand and it was important to follow where I was told.
Following where my Daddy told me to follow, I sighed slightly with every pad of the feet. I wanted this blindfold off me. As much as I trusted Daddy, I wanted to know what that sound was and more importantly, I wanted to know where I was going. Surprises could be fun, but I wasn't sure I wanted a surprise more than I wanted to know what was going on.
In addition to the sound, I could feel moisture in the air. Where were we? With every step, I could feel more and more moisture until I reached my hand up to my face and wiped away what felt like droplets of water.
It wasn't long after that when Daddy had me stand still and told me he would take my blindfold off.
With precise fingers, Daddy untied the blindfold and pulled it from my eyes. All at once I was face-to-face with a high waterfall. Water was falling from the cliffs into a rock pool below. Surrounding the pool were large rocks and sand, the same that I had felt under my feet.
"Woah!" Was all I managed before Daddy let out a chuckle beside me and offered me a cuddle. Holding me close to him, I felt as if I wanted to cry. This was so beautiful, and Daddy had taken me here special!
Releasing myself from Daddy's cuddle, I stood up straight and looked at the waterfall. Smiling slightly, it felt great to be here, and I reached for Daddy's hand. Holding my hand he asked me, "Want to go closer? This isn't even the best bit!"
I nodded, just once, and was led by Daddy closer to the waterfall.
There was no-one else here, despite the beach we had walked down having plenty of people on it. I was a little surprised to see that, but happy all the same. I was here with the man I loved, that we were alone just made it more magical.
Walking towards the waterfall, Daddy made a point of taking me further away. I wanted to resist, but didn't. I trusted in my Daddy implicitly that he would know where we were going and that he knew the best parts of this place.
Following behind my Daddy, he led me to a place around the back of the waterfall.
There was water falling from the cliff in front of us, and we could see the ocean from this spot. The rocks we stood on were wet and I felt droplets of water falling on my skin, but it was beautiful. I had seen things like this in movies, spots like these where people would go and enjoy themselves, usually kissing or having passionate sex. But I hadn't been to one of these places before. Standing here with Daddy, it was something else though. Like nowhere he had ever taken me, this place felt special.
"Do you like it?" Daddy asked, a little redundantly.
Chuckling I told him that of course I did, it was beautiful. So peaceful and wonderful, I was happy he had taken me here.
Daddy just smiled at me before he started telling me how special I was, and that it didn't matter where he had taken me, nowhere would be special enough for what he had to ask me.
Then, almost as if in a dream, Daddy was on one knee, withdrawing a ring from his trousers. He had worn neat casual, just like me. Now I understood why.
"Lucy, I need to know, will you marry me?" He asked, with a tear in his eye and on one knee, just how every girl always dreams it will be.
His tears were quickly joined by my own, and by girlish squeals that came from my throat unbidden. I was excited, Daddy was excited. We were both overjoyed. Here we were, here he was, here I was. He was asking the question I had so badly needed him to ask before, but that now it was being asked, it felt wonderful.
I offered Daddy my hand and he took it. He slipped a ring onto my finger as I said yes and then he stood to kiss me. His kiss was wonderful, the best kiss we'd ever had together. It was like no other kiss I had had in my life. Here was my man, and he was asking me to marry him, and we were going to get married! It was like every little girls' dream!
Our kisses quickly progressed to touching, as his hands moved all over my body and mine over his. Daddy was a passionate man normally, but now he was that much more passionate as he held me close and kissed me firmly. His kisses were amazing, as was his touch.
Then, before I knew it, Daddy was laying on the ground, with me straddling him. Our lips were dancing together as the water from the waterfall acted as a curtain from the outside world. No-one could see us here, but we could see the big, wide world out there. We could see everything, and it made us both smile into one another's lips. This sense of freedom, of total love.
Making love to Daddy was joyful. We both laughed and he touched my body as I touched his. Then our mouths were each exploring the other.
When Daddy went down on me, it was so wonderful. The relaxed location helped me to relax into it, and unlike me who was happy to let Daddy's orgasm wait, Daddy wasn't happy to let my own wait. He wanted to make me cum, and cum right away.
Daddy loved to make me cum, it made him happy and hard, and it also meant that our lovemaking would last longer, and be softer. Or at least that's what he told me.
When Daddy's lashing tongue bought me to orgasm under that waterfall though, it was like the whole world was cheering for me. I came hard, and all I could hear was the falling of the water and the heavy breathing of my Daddy, or at least, that's what I could hear when I stopped moaning.
Moaning and crying out, that's all I seemed to do when Daddy had a hold of me.
It wasn't long until Daddy was poised over my body, and kissing me, he pushed his cock into me. I had just had an orgasm, as was tighter as a result. Daddy's sigh as he entered me told me that this was the sweetest thing for him too, entering his baby girl who would soon be his bride.
Daddy's lips were on mine in no time and the rhythm of our thrusting was driving me insane. I needed more, I needed more of my Daddy, so I gripped him with my legs. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed as tightly as I could. I held him in and moaned into his mouth. "I love you Daddy." I told Daddy as he pulled away to allow me to look into this deep blue eyes.
We looked into one another's eyes, and we shared a smile as Daddy thrust into my body.
Then, Daddy pulled me so I was on top of him. I was riding on Daddy's cock when he let out a deep moan, "slow down, baby girl." Daddy told me, "I'm going to cum."
When my Daddy told me that, I slowed down. We were not using birth control, and when we would make love, we would always make sure Daddy never came inside me. As much as the thought of him cumming inside me was hot for both of us, we had decided some time ago that it was better for both of us if I stayed off birth control and we used this method instead.
But in that moment, when Daddy was so close, I asked the question I had been itching to ask him so many times before when he would be inside me and we w
ould be slowing down or stopping so he didn't cum in my tight, wet pussy, as hard as it was for him not to.
"Daddy, maybe we can start trying now?" I asked.
Daddy's face lit up, and he smiled at me. It wasn't the right timing, we both knew, but we were both taken away by our own feelings. Daddy had just proposed to me, he was going to make me his bride. That made me feel secure and as though it didn't matter anymore about birth control. If it happened, it happened. We could ride that wave together. Plus, I was dying to feel Daddy fill me up with his cum.
That's when he said the words that I so needed to hear, "baby girl, I'm ready. I want to cum inside you."
And with a few more thrusts, he did. With that few more thrusts, we both came together. Me being so excited by the thought and feel of Daddy cumming inside me - something I had never had a chance to experience before.
After we made love, we lay under our waterfall, cuddling and looking into one another's eyes.
"Do you think it will take, Daddy?" I asked, referring to a potential pregnancy that in my heart of hearts I hoped would happen.
Daddy shook his head and gave me a little smile, "no, I don't think so. Most people have to try more than once, don't they?" He asked.
I nodded, all the while feeling a little disappointed, "I hope it takes, Daddy. I hope it happens." I told him honestly.
"I do too." Daddy told me honestly before planting a sweet kiss on my lips.
CHAPTER FOUR
Making love under the waterfall was pretty amazing, but then making love with my Daddy was always amazing. After we made love, we lay there for a long time together, limbs inter-tangled. I felt Daddy's warm skin on mine and the bliss I felt from the intimacy of being with him extended in all directions, from my heart all the way down to my toes.
After we extracted ourselves from behind the waterfall and went home, I had plenty of time to think about what happened at the waterfall, and to imagine what it would be like to be pregnant. I was so excited at the thought of having Daddy's baby that I wanted to take the next week off work just so I could decorate our spare room - which would become the babies room - but of course I didn't, there was plenty more important things to do, so I did them.
Work was busy as always, but then our home life became busier in no time at all. Daddy got the call up to be deployed that week. Daddy's papers were served. Because there had been so much uncertainty,the army had used that as an excuse to deploy them in less than a week, saying that they had known this was coming for months. Usually they'd get more time, but now there was no time. They were going.
On the day that Daddy shipped out, a Tuesday, the week after he'd proposed, I was heartbroken. I cried and cried after he left, and didn't stop crying for over a week. Daddy had never been deployed before, I had never had to deal with the realities of having a fiance on active duty like many of the other women on base had had to.
Because she understood what I was going through, Emily, one of Daddy's friend's wives visited me a few times in that first week. She made a point to bring me food and to dote on me in Daddy's absence. She wanted to make sure I was okay, and that I wasn't wasting away unfed. I think Daddy had also asked her to check on me for him, although she had not told me that herself it was pretty easy to guess. I got the sense that Daddy was behind this, and it made me feel extra secure.
Daddy had been deployed for a few weeks when I noticed my period was late. Because of Daddy's deployment, I knew I couldn't simply tell him about the pregnancy, if there was one, so I took myself off to a chemist for a test, knowing the army doctor would want me to tell Daddy, something I didn't want to do until I could at least talk to Daddy on the phone or via an Internet video call.
Daddy and I only had letters, and they were nice, but I wasn't going to announce a pregnancy through those. They were far too impersonal, plus, I wouldn't get to see the joy on his face when I gave him the happy news.
Going to the drug store, I had an odd mix of feelings. I was excited that this was happening, but sad that Daddy couldn't be here. I was sad that he couldn't be here to get the test with me and that he wouldn't be doing any anxious waiting with me after I had done the test.
But this was what I had signed up for when I had fallen in love with a marine, I told myself as I handed over my money at the counter.
Walking past a public toilet on my way back to my car, I toyed with the idea of going in there and doing the test, but I didn't do it. I couldn't find out something as important as my being pregnant with Daddy's baby inside a dirty cubical of a public toilet. I would wait until I got home, I could wait for the news.
When I arrived home, Emily was at my door. She had made some chicken soup (something that I loved!) and had come by to drop it off and check on me. Emily came over less then than she had in the first week, but she still came over to check on me with regularity.
Things had shifted slightly though, as she talked more about her husband who she missed and worried about now than we talked about my fiance, but that was okay. I didn't mind being an ear to listen considering she had wiped my tears and made sure I went to work and ate my food in that first week.
Emily glimpsed the drug store bag in my hands, but said nothing. She was good like that. I invited her in for a coffee and took a moment to put the drug store bag in my room and close the door. When I followed Emily into the kitchen, she seemed a bit quieter than normal. She handed me the chicken soup and for the first time I really looked at her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, almost involuntarily. Her face begged the question.
Emily shook her head slowly, "you don't know?" She asked.
I shook my head right back at her before stopping and answering her question with a question, "know what?"
Emily let out a deep sigh, one she must have been holding onto for some time. I could see how tense her muscles were so put down the chicken soup before I followed her across my kitchen.
"What's up Emily?" I asked her back.
Emily turned around, tears in her eyes, "I bought you soup because I thought it would make you feel better, after, you know."
"No, I don't know Emily. That's why I am asking you what's wrong." I told her, feeling a sudden surge of frustration towards the girl that I couldn't quite explain.
Emily just shook her head at me and averted her eyes. The silence stretched between us and right when I was going to speak, going to ask her to sit down somewhere and if she'd like that cup of coffee now, the one I had offered her, then she spoke.
"He's cheating on you, Lucy. Zac's cheating on you." She told me.
It was odd for me to hear Daddy called Zac - his name, and the name of course everyone but me used on a daily basis - and it took me a second longer than it should have for this to sink in not because Emily used his name, but because it sounded so unreal. Daddy wouldn't do that, I thought at once. But then I thought a little harder about how I hadn't been hearing from him as often as I'd like and about how I was holding a pregnancy test so I could check if we were having a baby together. It sunk in what had been said, and that perhaps it could be true, and the more the idea sunk in, the more my heart sank.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused. My brain doing back flips just to understand what she'd said. Zac? My Zac? How could he have? He didn't do that. He was deployed, why would he do that? All the thoughts, the resistance to what she was saying there there, even as my heart was sinking inside me like a lead balloon. I was alive with feelings, this was intense. Intense and insane.
As if reading my mind, or perhaps knowing what women think when they hear these words due to being a woman herself, Emily told me, "I'm sorry Lucy. I saw the pictures online today. I didn't know, and didn't know that you didn't know, either."
"Pictures?" I asked, disbelieving more now than I had a moment ago. If this was true, he wouldn't have taken pictures. Who would do that?
"Yes, pictures Lucy." Emily told me, her eyes teary as ever as she pulled out her phone and in a few taps, bought up images th
at she thrust into my face. They were of Daddy with some other woman. Both were wearing military fatigues. I didn't recognize the other woman from the photograph, but I could see from her arm that she was one of us. They must be deployed together, I thought as I saw the first image. But the first image looked totally innocent. They were just sitting together, smiling at the camera.
Then, Emily flicked to the next image, and the one after that, and gradually, they got closer together until the other woman had cupped Daddy's face in her hands and was kissing him. That image was enough to tear apart my insides.
This man had asked me to marry him, and for all I knew in that moment, I was carrying his child. The shock turned to sadness quickly and I began to cry, like a child who just lost a parent. My heart was in my throat and I was bent over in two. This reaction was evidently what Emily thought she would see when she came to my door and she swung into action immediately. Taking me by the shoulders, she steered me into my own lounge room where she had me sit on a couch. Then she disappeared, but I hardly noticed through the tears that were blocking my eyes.
Emily returned, and thrust a cool glass of water at me. I sipped a little, but it felt strange and foreign to have this woman here suddenly. I didn't want her in my house. I didn't want anyone who reminded me of Daddy there while my wounds were so fresh, while I'd just been cut open. I sipped the water and straightened up. I wouldn't sit here crying where she could see me.
"Emily," I said to grab her attention and I got that attention in an instant when she looked me in the eye and I told her, "you need to leave." The anger and hurt in my voice was enough for Emily to know it was time to leave, that I was being quiet serious.
With her tail between her legs, Emily retreated. When I heard the front door bang, I heeled over and cried some more. I cried and cried and cried. It was over an hour later when I managed to stop crying and remembered what I had gone to the drug store to get. I got myself up and marched into my bedroom.
