Running Home to Daddy

The girl said, "Oh. Uhh, I'm... I'm Kaitlin. Umm, hi?"

Yvaine shook her hand and said. "Kaitlin. Of course, you are. Are you who Rod was fucking in my bed yesterday while I was at work? Hmm?"

Kaitlin's eyes got enormous, and she opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Rod looked like he'd been punched in the gut. He finally recovered with, "What the fuck are you talking about?!"

Yvaine continued, to Kaitlin, "If it wasn't you, it was another blonde who smells just like you, and wears the same shade of makeup. Are you a twin?" she asked.

Kaitlin looked trapped, and her eyes darted between Rod and Yvaine. Finally she spoke. "You bastard!" she hissed. "You said you were single. You said this was YOUR apartment! I was a fucking VIRGIN, you lying asshole!" She turned, grabbed her purse, and ran out of the apartment. A few minutes later, a car screeched out of the parking lot.

Rod looked cornered, and for a minute, Yvaine thought he might get violent. She wasn't scared of him, though. All she had to do was call out, 'Daddy' and he would be there. Just like always. She said, "Obviously, we're done. I'm just here for the rest of my things. I never re-signed the lease, so the apartment's all yours if you want it. But you need to let them know. Now you just sit there and be quiet, and me and my dad will just get the rest of my clothes and things, and then I'm gone, okay?"

Roderick just sighed heavily and nodded. He knew there was no salvaging the situation. If her dad was there, things could only get worse. He sat down and tried to resume his game, but he kept getting killed because he couldn't focus. A few minutes later, Yvaine had everything she came for. All she wanted was her clothes, her tablet and charger, and her computer. She didn't want anything that they had shared. All of that, like Rod, was easily replaceable. She walked over to him, put the key on the coffee table in front of him and said quietly, "Goodbye, Rod. We had some good times, but now it's over. Good luck." Her dad was right... it seemed to hit so much harder when it was said calmly and quietly. She simply turned and walked away, out of his life. Davis helped her carry things out, but he hadn't said one word the whole time. Once they got into the car and drove away, Yvaine couldn't help but start crying.

"Why am I crying?" she asked her dad. "I don't even love him anymore. I love you. Why am I sad?"

Davis answered, "Because it's a loss of something that you know. You have to grieve the loss, even when you know losing it means you're moving on to something better. And believe me, baby girl, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life making sure every day is something better for you." He took her hand, and they drove back home in silence.

One thing that younger women find when dating older men is that older guys are often more intuitive than younger men. Younger guys are often freaked out when women cry, and they never know what to say or do... they just want her to stop it. Maybe sex would help? Yeah... let's fuck. Now stop crying!

Older men, especially men who have daughters, are often much more attuned to what a woman needs, and while they don't want her to cry, they are much more at ease comforting her, soothing her, and making her feel that it'll get better. That quiet confidence and steady, self-assured demeanor that comes along with age are deeply reassuring, and once the tears have dried and he's comforted her, women find the whole persona incredibly provocative and deeply arousing.

Yvaine was used to being with Rod, and he wasn't very sensitive on his best day. But that was all she'd known. She expected that her dad would want to pick up where they left off that morning. She would have been willing, but she really was not ready yet. Instead, when they got back home, Davis said, "I'll get everything out of the SUV later. Come on," and he took her hand and led her to the family room sofa. At one end, there was a wide chaise lounge that was big enough for two, and Davis sat down, pulling Yvaine down to sit beside him. She snuggled up against him, and he put his arm around her, pulling her in close, and they just sat there together, not speaking. It was exactly what she wanted... just to be held. Not kissed or touched sexually, or seduced. She just wanted to be held until she felt better. Somehow, her dad knew exactly what she needed. Because of this simple act, Yvaine fell deeply in love with her father all over again. She knew without any doubt that being with him was the right thing for her to do.

Yvaine fell asleep against him, but Davis couldn't sleep. He had too much on his mind, mainly their future. He had loved her all his life, and he'd been in love with her, secretly, for years. Now, to find out that she loved him the same way, was wonderful. She was giving herself to him, and he would gladly accept. But what about the future? Would they need to move? Central Florida was pretty transient. People came and went. Ten years ago, they had a completely different set of neighbors. He only knew one of his current neighbors, and that was only in passing. People around them might know she's his daughter, but none of them would know what went on inside their home any more than he knew what went on inside theirs. Outside of their neighborhood, he and Yvaine didn't run in the same circles. He'd met her best friend, Jadzia, briefly, only once. Not one of his colleagues had ever met her. The two or three who she'd met had left the area years ago. And outside of work, people were so busy with their own lives and immersed in their own smartphones and iPads that they barely gave strangers a second glance. Even if they did, all they'd see is a decent-looking older guy with a hot young thing on his arm, certainly not unheard-of in a diverse and cosmopolitan city like Orlando. He figured, if they wanted to make it as a couple, they'd certainly be able to here. So no, there was no need to uproot their lives and move. Then he thought, 'What if she gets pregnant?' While he was certainly open to having a child with her, maybe it was too early to consider that. They'd talk about it when the time came. Could they possibly get away with acting getting married? What about actually getting married? How could that work?

Yvaine stretched, and woke up, a while later. It was almost dark outside, but Davis had stayed there, holding her. He was glad she was awake now... his mind was running away with itself. He needed to STOP thinking for while! "Hey, baby... feeling any better?" he asked her.

"Yeah. A lot better, really. Thanks, daddy," she answered.

"For what, sweetie? I didn't do anything," said Davis.

"I know. That's just what I needed. I just wanted to be held."

"Well I'm glad you're not crying anymore, but any excuse to hold you in my arms," he answered her. "I'm glad you feel better. You're probably hungry, but I bet you don't want to go out. Wanna call for a pizza or somethin'?"

"Uh-Uhh, it's Saturday night, I've got a new man, we're starting a new love, we're going out to celebrate. Let's bring my clothes in... I wanna wear something downright slutty!" she giggled. They went out to the car and got the rest of her clothes and put everything on her bed in her old room. She told him, "This is just until I can sort everything out. But I WILL be taking over a huge percentage of OUR closet, daddy."

Davis smiled and said, "If that means you're moving into the master bedroom with me, then that's great! I wouldn't have it any other way!"

*****

They had a very nice evening at Disney Springs. The area had dozens of restaurants and shops, with live music every few hundred feet and recorded music in between. They went up in the observation balloon which went up 400 feet over the area; they ate at food trucks and shared a Mickey bar; they had dessert with espressos. As they wandered, Yvaine heard her favorite song and ran over to where it was playing, pulling Davis along. It was in an open area with a DJ, inviting people to come over and dance. Most of the dancers were kids having a great time while their parents watched and photographed them from the sidelines.

"Dance with me, Daddy!" exclaimed Yvaine, already moving with the up-tempo music.

"Are you sure you can keep up?" he challenged, as they both started trying to out do each other on the dance floor. But they were both good dancers and the complemented each other well. Plus, they looked really good together. One song turned into five, until Yvaine finally conceded defeat.

"Fine! You win! I gotta take a break," she said, out of breath as she headed for the side.

"I told you! That's years of experience running all over a hospital. You teachers stand in one place all day!" Davis bragged as he joined her on the sidelines.

As they sat together with her legs across his, they heard a child's voice yelling, "Miss St. Claire! Miss St. Claire!" Yvaine saw a little girl named Jessie from her class of third graders, running full speed to her. Before Yvaine could get off her dad's lap, Jessie was right there, reaching out for a hug. As she hugged her back, Jessie asked, "Is this your boyfriend?"

Not missing a beat, Yvaine said, "Yes, yes he is," as she leaned against her father.

Jessie looked pleased. She gestured to Yvaine to come closer so she could whisper to her. Kids love to whisper!

By this time, Jessie's parents had made it over to them. "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Floria," she greeted them.

"Hey, Miss St. Claire, good to see you," responded Mrs. Floria, her eyebrows flicking up while noticing the age difference of Miss St. Claire and her boyfriend. Mr. Floria smiled, but somehow managed to hide the envious look he shot at Miss. St. Claire's date. Yvaine and Davis noticed both.

Yvaine bent down to Jessie, who whispered conspiratorially, ending with a giggle. The adults exchanged a few minutes of small talk. Davis introduced himself simply as 'Davis,' and after a minute or two, they parted company. As they walked away, Yvaine said, "Wow, I didn't know we'd be taking that test so soon!"

Davis agreed, "Yeah, but I think we aced it! They just think I'm and older guy with a hot young girlfriend."

Yvaine added, "And I'm a hot young girl with daddy issues." At the same time, they both said, "I'm okay with that!"

Davis had to ask, "So what did that little girl tell you?"

Yvaine answered, "Daddy, you have a fan. She said, 'I like him. He can dance!'" They both had a nice laugh. She added, "You're so good to me, daddy. Thank you for all this! I'm gonna make you the happiest man alive!" she promised.

"You already have, baby."

It was after 1:00 when they got back home. Davis said, "I still have a debt to pay!"

Yvaine smiled and answered, "That's right... you do. Get over here," and she pulled him over to the sofa where, just hours earlier, her dad had held her as she cried over the emotional day she's had. She wanted a better memory for that sofa. She pushed him down on the sofa and told him to lay flat. She quickly stripped herself naked. Davis looked at his naked daughter, his cock immediately fully erect. She bent down and kissed him deeply, their tongues massaging each other. After only a few seconds, she broke off the kiss, sat up, and moved herself up so that she was kneeling right over his face, her creamy pussy right over his eagerly waiting mouth. She lowered herself to him, saying, "Mmmm... now pay up!"

Davis didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed her firm ass and pulled her tight against his face as he opened his mouth wide to devour her honey-dripping gash. He let the pad of his fingertip press against her back entrance ever so slightly, not enough to penetrate her tight little orifice, but just enough that she'd feel him knocking. He alternated between sucking right at her entrance as hard as he could, and flicking her sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue. He felt her starting to rock against his mouth and he pushed her hips back and forth to encourage her to hump his face and take her pleasure against his busy sucking mouth. As he nibbled gently on her labia and sucked on her clit, she got hotter and wetter, her hips moving more and more forcefully against his face, until she was grinding her pussy down against his mouth and rubbing her drooling sex all over his face, wetting him from scalp to chin with her sweet, copious juices. Davis swallowed as fast as he could, not wanting to waste a drop of his daughter's sweet nectar.

"Mmmmm, daddy... sooo good, mmmmm," Yvaine moaned as her father worked his magic on her pussy. She slid forward just a bit so her ass was over his mouth, hoping he would... "MMMMMMM! AAUUUHHHHH..." she gasped as she felt his tongue slip into her from the back, the tip poking in and out of her most personal space. He licked and sucked her ass like it was his final meal, while rubbing her clit with his fingers. Finally, he took her clit back into his mouth and aggressively licked the alphabet until he felt her explode over him, causing a wave of her thick, sweet syrup to pour straight form her pulsing pussy down into his gulping mouth. He kept up the assault on her cunt until she lifted herself away from his tongue, saying, "Too much! I can't handle any more!"

She leaned down and kissed his mouth and face, tasting herself all over him. He yanked his pants down around his knees, turned his daughter over so that she was on her knees in front of him. He lined up his cock with her sodden, overheated snatch, and rammed himself home in one go. She almost screamed in pleasure at the welcome intrusion and pushed herself back against him as he pounded her poor abused pussy over and over. He pushed her head down against the sofa and humped into her as hard as he could. They had been making love... now, he wanted to fuck his daughter's brains out.

"That's it, baby girl... take your daddy's cock... that's a good girl... fuck your daddy just like that," as he gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back into him at every stroke.

"That's right, daddy... I'm your girl... Fuck me, daddy, fuck me, daddy, don't ever stop fucking me, daddy! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me daddeeeee!" She chanted over and over as he drilled her. She continued, "I'm almost there... keep fucking me... like that... one day... you're gonna... fuck... a... baby... into meeee!" at that thought, Yvaine felt herself let go and cum harder than she'd ever cum in her life. Her pussy clenched her father's dick so hard that she thought it might bite it off inside her. As she rode her wave, she felt her daddy grip her ass cheeks painfully as he clenched up and rammed into her and held still as surge after surge of his creamy essence fired into her. Yvaine sat up and turned so they could kiss, and she kissed him desperately, as if she might die without his mouth on her. Davis slowly moved in and out of her as he shrank, eventually slipping out of her hot channel. She turned around fully, and they kissed deeply, passionately, hungrily, as if their lovemaking was just beginning.

Davis breathed into her mouth, "Yvaine, I love you, baby... so much. I hope this isn't just a temporary thing. I don't think I can live without you."

"My sweet, sweet daddy. This is forever. I'm never leaving your side. You're never going to have another girlfriend or wife. I'm all you'll ever need for the rest of your life. I love you so much, daddy! I'm gonna make you so happy! This is the best decision we have ever made."

Davis got up and took her hand. They walked together to the bedroom. She laid in the bed and Davis laid between her legs and started licking gently. "Daddy, what are you—"

"Shhhh. I just wanted a little taste of us," he said as he licked their cream from her tender gash. She spread her legs wide and let him, softly stroking his bald head as he licked. After a few minutes, he brought a tongue-full up to her and they shared it between them. Yvaine pulled the covers over them and curled up next to her father, exhausted, but happier than she had ever been.

*****

The next morning, they woke up to Davis' arms around her, Yvaine spooned in close to her dad. She hoped that she would wake up like this for the rest of her life. After he got up, Davis was on the sofa sipping his first cup of coffee, checking his email and messages to see if the world had exploded yesterday while he was busy being consumed with Yvaine. It looked like all was well, or at least, he wasn't needed enough to be called. He laid his tablet down and smiled as he noticed a couple of stray pubes on the sofa, as well as a couple of dried drops of something vaguely sticky... souvenirs from their energetic session on this very sofa, just a few hours ago.

Yvaine was still upstairs in their bed, also checking her messages. There were 26 missed calls from Rod, and several texts, all wondering WTF. That ship had sailed so she simply deleted them all. There was also a long text from Jadzia. Apparently, Rod found her number in her contacts on her computer and called looking for her, and now Jadzia was, if not worried, certainly concerned. She thought she'd better call Zee and let her know she was alive and well.

While Davis and Yvaine basked in the heady warmth that comes from new love, Solomon and Jadzia Zahn were enjoying a different, deeper warmth, the kind that comes from several years of marital bliss.

They were incredibly happy and still crazy in love, and even after seven years and two busy and precocious children, they still had a surprisingly rigorous sex life. When others saw the beautiful little family, they saw a somewhat older black man, a much younger white wife, and two adorable kids. Maybe they thought, "Trophy Wife." Maybe they thought, "Gold Digger." Because they looked nothing alike, people certainly didn't suspect the truth. No one who knew them knew their secret. A secret that only a very select handful of people were privy to. Not that Jadzia wasn't actually white, but black. No, this was much bigger.

Solomon loved his wife with all his heart and soul. She was absolutely everything to him: wife, lover, soul mate, best friend, confidante, mother of his children... and she was also his daughter. Not his stepdaughter, and they weren't separated at birth. She was his full-blood daughter. He'd even had a DNA test done in the hospital when she was born, because she came out looking like a white baby. The test showed that she was without a doubt, his. Jazzie had grown up with him, and she had always been closer to her dad. When she was 22, as her parents' marriage disintegrated around them all, that closeness changed into romantic love.

It all came to a head when her mother, Carla, was in a very serious car wreck while riding with HER lover, a wreck that landed both of them in the hospital. Jadzia and Solomon were in the shower together when the police came to inform them about the accident. When the dust settled, they divorced, Carla stayed with her boyfriend, Rene, and Jadzia moved with Solomon to Orlando where they started a family together. They were even occasionally in touch with her mother, Carla. Now Solomon and Jadzia were seven years into their 'happily ever after,' and their unbreakable love only got stronger as the years went by.

While Solomon was feeding their two children breakfast, Jadzia was worried about her friend, Yvaine. While they didn't always get together on the weekend, she was worried because Roderick, Yvaine's boyfriend, had called late Friday evening looking for her. Then, when Jadzia called her, it went straight to voice mail, and her text message was still unread. This wasn't like Yvaine at all. She was just about to call one more time before going over to Yvaine's apartment to see what she could find out. Just as she was about to press "7" to call, her phone rang in her hand. It was Yvaine.

Jadzia picked up on the first ring. "Girl, are you alive?!" Jadzia started. Yvaine heard Solomon in the background asking, "Is that your friend Yvaine? Is she okay?"