Under the Bleachers

"Uhh," Jamie let out involuntarily, her mouth was open in frustration.

"Oh you better believe it. If your mother asks you'll tell her it is because of the call she took last week about your clothing."

Jamie nodded.

"And that last thing, about your... feelings." Jamie's eyes widened. "Maybe you ought to think about, you know..." he was speaking quieter now, "taking care of yourself before school..."

Jamie blushed and looked bashfully away with a smile.

"...And if you get any more feelings like that, come to my office right away and we'll figure out a way to take care of you."

Bill definitely didn't miss the grin that formed momentarily on Jamie's face just after his last words to her. He hadn't meant it that way, but looking at her in her adorable outfit and innocent posture, the smile provoked an inappropriate fantasy of working through Jamie's arousal in the privacy of his office. He decided to let it go.

"Okay daddy, I promise." Jamie shrugged. He actually believed her; she sounded sincere.

They looked at each other wordlessly for a moment, searching for something in the other's eyes.

"Now go to your room, I'm still mad about all this, and your grounding starts now."

Jamie scampered off to her room, but not before catching her father off guard with a hug. Her father watched the petite little teenager strut away. Her tight clothing did wonders to show off her slender frame, everything held snugly in place even as she bounced up the stairs. And indeed, after her pert butt came into view he could see a pair of black panties that were far too small in his opinion, for school anyway. At least she was wearing them.

Visions of the cute brunette danced through his head as he brooded over the last two days throughout the evening. His wife was actually happy with him for once when she found out that Bill had grounded their daughter indefinitely.

The next morning, Jamie smiled and touched him on the shoulder when she came down for a bowl of cereal as he drank his morning coffee. Her face looked flushed and she smiled naughtily at him when they locked eyes. Bill was utterly distracted from the newspaper by the thought that Jamie had been touching her little pussy only a few moments before, and the boy shorts and night shirt she was walking around the kitchen in certainly didn't help. He could make out entirely too much the shape of her young breast when she reached for a box of cereal; her nipple protrudely enticingly though the thin fabric.

Despite all her teasing, there was no trouble the next day... or the next... or the next. There was no stopping the occasional daydream about her cute bottom or wonderful breasts, but at least he didn't have to hear about Jamie's misdeeds and imagine her being felt up by a boy in the closet. Bill was happy to be rid of Jamie's rebellion, and his troublesome thoughts about her were less frequent without the daily conflict.

Unfortunately, his efforts were overturned as he went to hurry Jamie along one morning when she was taking too long to get ready for school. As he reached her door and heard the soft panting from behind it, he knew Jamie was taking his advice. Though he'd raised his hand he did not knock. He merely listened as her adorable cooing continued.

"Uh, uh, uuuuuhhh..." Jamie sounded; she must have been close by the sound of it.

Sure enough, after a few more seconds... or perhaps it was longer... he heard his beautiful daughter moaning more loudly. She tried to use a pillow to stifle her, which would have worked if her father wasn't standing just outside the door. Bill stood there, transfixed... he'd just listened to his little girl finger perfect cute button, cumming a few feet away from him - and at his own recommendation.

When the door opened in front of him, he wasn't prepared for it. Jamie didn't know what to say either, so she stood still. She was close to him and though she didn't mean to, she glanced briefly down at his pants. Quickly her eyes found her fathers and she tried to pretend she hadn't seen his bulge. The only sound between them was heavy breathing on both their parts before her father spoke.

"Honey , I... I was just coming to make sure you were awake." Her father told her.

"Oh... okay daddy... I'll hurry and get ready."

They locked eyes again before she made her way to the shower, wearing nothing more than a bra and pair of panties, more fuel for her father's imagination.

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They were awkward around each other on the ride to school. Jamie was confused about what was happening between her and her dad. She knew she should have been dismayed by her father listening in on her, but she wasn't in the slightest. In fact, she had a familiar feeling that caused her to fidget in her first few classes.

And her father was understandably preoccupied with thoughts of Jamie while he got through his morning. He had set out to stop Jamie misbehaving in school and found himself wanting to serve up his own kind of detention to his daughter. Such were the prevailing thoughts as Jamie stepped swiftly into his office and shut the door behind her.

"What is it baby?" he questioned her as Jamie leaned heavily against the door. Despite the morning's activities she was now more aroused than any day she could remember.

"Dad... I had to come in here..." she looked worried, "I was starting to feel that way again and I did what you told me to do and came right to you."

"Sit down honey," Bill told her, "let's try and distract you."

And try as he did to distract his daughter from her predicament, she was still visibly aroused after over five minutes of talking.

"Do you think I could... do it here daddy?"

"Do what Jamie... wait you mean... no... not here..." He couldn't fathom allowing Jamie to finger herself in his own office, and where was he to go while she did?

"But daddy... I promise I'll be quiet, you won't even know I'm here." Once again with the puppy dog look in her eyes Bill's resolve was quickly shaken.

"I don't know Jamie..."

"It's okay dad, if you just grade your papers I'll be so quiet."

Bill didn't know why, but he kept quiet and glanced down at his desk. While he shuffled papers he could hear his daughter adjust herself in his chair. At first she was quiet, and he even attempted to resist looking in her direction, using his computer screen to conceal the view. But when he heard Jamie panting his eyes were drawn in her direction.

She was sprawled across his chair, head thrown back and hand down between her legs. She looked so beautiful, and her breathing was causing a stirring in his pants. She wasn't being quite as quiet as she promised, but he was anything but upset with her. Jamie was the embodiment of youth and sexuality as she nudged herself closer to orgasm.

She had pushed her tight pants and panties both down her legs so her naked bottom was visible to him. If he were a younger man, one of her classmates perhaps, he would have liked to join her. He would have grabbed at the painted-on pair of khaki pants and tugged them over her skinny ankles. He would have turned her sharply toward him, so her hips hung just over the edge of the chair before he...

Bill was staring at his daughter, and it was too late before she noticed. He watched her abdomen begin to convulse, tightening rhythmically as she eagerly fingered her soft mound. She was nearing her climax, and when she noticed her father watching her it was upon her before she knew it. She looked right into his eyes and searched them, knowing he shouldn't be watching her but not wanting him to stop.

What she felt next was wonderful. As Jamie came, her eyes flitted down and back up to her father's. For the second time that day, she came and her own daddy was on her mind. This time, however, he wasn't standing outside her door but sitting right in front of her. Where before he had been listening to her he was now watching, and she knew how much he liked it. As the sweet wave of sensation washed over and through her, she felt her love for her father evolve further.

"Oh my God," Jamie whispered.

'Oh my God,' her father thought.

As Jamie calmed down from her heightened state she tried to slow her breathing. Her father pretended to do something with the papers on his desk but she knew she had distracted him beyond belief. She almost felt bad for him, wondering if he was hard under his desk after watching her touch herself not five feet away. Jamie spoke first,

"Thanks dad, I needed that."

"You're welcome baby... but I don't think you should plan on doing that in here anymore."

"Why not daddy?" Jamie asked sweetly.

"Because Jamie, we're in my office... at your school... and I shouldn't be watching y..." He stammered, not meaning to admit it, "I mean letting you touch yourself here." Bill replied, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself.

"But Dad..." Jamie was trying to be cute again, "are you sure it's because we're at school, or is it something else?"

Bill didn't really have an answer for the question, though he was certain he knew what his cheeky young daughter was getting at. So Jamie flipped her hair back over her shoulder, slid out of the chair and grabbed the waistband of her pants at her ankles.

Once again her father was dazed; the sexy brunette had turned away from him and bent at the waist. As she reached down her beautiful legs flexed, her butt looked cute and plump, and best of all her tiny flower and its pink petals peered back at him above a visible gap between her upper thighs. It glistened wonderfully, betraying that what she'd done during school much less in front of her own father.

Having just seen Jamie pant and shiver herself into orgasm, he wanted nothing more than to walk up behind her and push into her tight opening with his solid tip. And all too soon she was easing her tight waistband up and over her backside, shimmying to get it over her hips. Bill let out the breath of air he'd been holding as his momentary daydream evaporated.

"I'll see you after school daddy." Jamie said cutely as she walked to the door. Her father intended to stand and escort her to the door. Glancing down as he placed his palms on the desk, he knew if he stood he show how he truly felt about wanting his little girl.

The bell rang. Lunch period was over. Jamie felt disappointed she'd been cheated out of seeing her father's erection tenting his pants, as the bell gave him an excuse to sit back down. She wanted to see it, and how could she be blamed? Jamie couldn't help that she'd been thinking of him as he sat and watched her slide her finger back and forth over her clit. It was his name on the tip of her tongue as she shook through the warm rush of pleasure.

So, it was her daddy on her mind as she sat through her afternoon classes. Math was her least favorite subject, but as she debated whether or not to continue her teasing of her father and how far it might go, the bell rang before she'd even checked the clock. And as she sat through the last class of the day, Jamie knew her answer.

Things were happening kind of fast for Bill and Jamie both. One minute Bill was feeling protective about his innocent teenager on display at school. The next he was staring at his daughter's midsection or her full, soft cleavage while she was sprawled bottomless on his office chair. He had never looked at her breasts with such desire before; he imagined they would look great in any position... probably pert, with gravity defying youth if she was on top of him.

They talked as usual on the way home. Jamie had no skirt to push up high on her thigh, and she'd already unbuttoned her blouse far enough that her dad could see her white push-up bra squeezing her tits together.

There was a different attitude toward each other influencing every word and glance. Suddenly Bill wasn't just chatting with his daughter, he was flirting with her. Jamie's smiles had him asking prying questions and joking around to keep hearing her adorable laugh.

Jamie's mother was home when they got back and it spoiled all the fun. Jamie wanted to be near to him, near enough to feel her daddy's warmth and intimidating presence. She had to settle for the occasional sideways grin at him at the dinner table or later a few words in the family room with her mother nearby. The only vision Bill was treated to of his young brunette was that of Jamie's subtle curves cloaked in one of his own t-shirts. Her breasts stood out proudly in the light of her bedside lamp, but only momentarily for she closed the door and was hidden from his view.

Things had changed so quickly over the last few days. Keeping Bill up that night was the thought of his daughter's hand between her legs in his office, the tantalizing view of her breasts beneath an unbuttoned blouse, and the tortuous thought that Jamie might be wearing nothing but his old t-shirt but a room away. Bill never had trouble sleeping, even when stress at work had him wound up all day, but this was different. His wandering mind conjured images of his baby, bare and beautiful, in all the ways he wanted her. If he went into her room right now, after all that had happened, would she want him too?

In turn, Jamie lay awake in her own bed, wishing she could have pushed things a bit further with her daddy. She saw him looking at her with desire before he told her to change before school, and every moment up to then she'd gotten more daring. Jamie came again that night, and with her fingers inside her pussy she pretended it was her father instead. If she could only show him that she was all grown up and that if he wanted to he could do more than watch...

Jamie's dreams were naughty that night, and she awoke feeling more aroused than ever. She'd thought her father's hand shaking her awake was part of the fantasy she'd been right in the middle of. They were both naked in her bedroom. She was lying on her back, and her daddy was hovering over her. Below... his pelvis was moving up and down and it felt incredible with her daddy's big, throbbing...

"Jamie wake up!"

Something was stirring her from her dream. She didn't want to let go of the feeling of...

"Honey come on, it's time to wake up!" Bill said again as he shook his daughter.

Jamie groaned and she couldn't stay asleep anymore.

"Mmmm... good morning daddy."

Jamie pushed her arms up and over her head to stretch. As she did so her back arched and pushed her breasts through her dad's t-shirt. Bill wanted so badly to reach out and feel them, warm and supple against his hand.

"You don't want to be late for school baby." Bill told her.

"... what time is it dad?"

"It's almost 7:15, I'm guessing you haven't... taken care of yourself this morning have you?"

her father asked hesitantly.

"No daddy but I really need to, I had some dreams last night." Jamie said sweetly, her eyes looking so pretty that morning.

"Well you better hurry honey, you don't have all morning."

Bill stood up to go, using every bit of his will not to stay. Jamie was his little girl, and he owed it to her not to be weakened by her beauty - that wasn't her fault. But Jamie didn't want him to go; she reached out her hand and took hold of his arm. Bill turned around, wide-eyed.

"Maybe you could stay dad..."

"What...?" Bill asked, she couldn't have said what he thought she did.

"It would be faster if you were with me... if you helped."

Bill was silent, for the upteenth time that week Jamie had him at a loss for words. And then Jamie was slowly moving his hand, their fingers intertwined. When he felt the warmth of her thigh he simply couldn't fathom stopping her.

So he let Jamie keep urging him higher between her legs. At first she may have been guiding his hand but by the time he came in contact with her incredibly warm center he'd taken over. Even the outside of what he knew would be a beautifully tight tunnel was slick with his daughter's arousal.

"Jamie, I shouldn't be doing this."

"It's okay daddy," she said. He heard Jamie take a deep breath; she'd been holding it in anticipation. "Please... please I really want you to..."

"Baby, I.." he started, but Jamie cut in:

"Just until I cum once daddy... I promise I'll be quick."

She was too adorable, irresistible; Bill began rubbing his finger up and down her tiny lips. Jamie wrapped her fingers around her daddy's wrist as he touched her. It only took a moment or two before Jamie was taking quick and shallow breaths, so when her father pressed the tip of his finger to her opening and then past it it took only seconds for her to climax.

"Oh my God daddy... I'm cumming..."

In the instant he urged his finger into her Bill knew she was a virgin - it put a smile on his face. His daughter was a sight to behold as he continued to slide his index finger in and out of her through the orgasm.

He'd been so caught up fingering his little girl he hadn't noticed that she'd maneuvered her hand over to his lap. As if watching the sexy brunette convulse wasn't enough to make him hard, the way she was grabbing at and stroking his erection through his pants certainly did.

Jamie came to after a moment or so but didn't stop holding onto her daddy's penis. She wasn't to see; she could tell by feeling it that her he must have a huge one. When Bill moved her hand off she sighed and wished she could go on touching him. Bill wished she would to, but with their mother getting ready to leave downstairs, he had to go.

At school that day he didn't see his daughter all day, Bill had told Jamie that he needed time to think. He'd intended to find a way to end the dangerous game that he and his baby girl were playing, but instead he could only think of her sprawled on the bed that morning. Jamie found herself fidgeting in class, thinking of her daddy's hands on her pussy... his finger inside of her. It took her everything not to disobey his orders and go running to his office.

The ride home was stuffy. Jamie squirmed in her seat, wondering if her dad would speak up about their morning's activities. But he didn't say anything about it. In fact, he didn't say much at all. She sat there, conflicted about the desires toward her father she felt. She wished he would visit her later that night to tuck her in. As she wiggled her fingertip over her sensitive clit she could only think of her father.

Jamie didn't have much experience with boys. She'd only given Bobby Miller a handjob at a sleepover; her parents definitely didn't know there would be boys there. Even then he'd only lasted a minute or two. Somehow she knew that her daddy would be a much better lover, that he'd be gentle with her and show her things she'd never felt before.

But he didn't come to her room that night. He didn't wake her in the morning either, so Jamie lay there awake and unable to motivate herself to masturbate the way her dad had instructed. Furthermore, her dad wasn't there to drive her to school in the morning either; her mother said he'd gone to work early for a meeting.

Jamie was worried. Had she done something wrong? She knew her father was hesitant about what was happening between them, but she couldn't have mistaken his arousal the morning he'd sent her into a feverish orgasm. She wanted to be near him, to know that everything was okay and he still loved her.

And then there was that feeling again. It started in her first period when one of her classmates was staring at her with the same look she'd seen many times. She was wearing her sweater dress with tall dark socks. From her knee to the very high hem of the dress was completely bare. She thought she looked cute in the mirror that morning, and Jack's terrible attempts to hide his gaze confirmed it. She hadn't even gotten to show her dad that morning.

The feeling grew each period until lunch. Her friend Danny slipped past her in the lunch line, and the way he brushed his hips against her butt couldn't have been an accident. She was surprised; usually Danny didn't come on to her like that. Perhaps she looked a little cuter than she intended. All through lunch she dealt with a tingling heat building inside her.