Daughter’s First Time

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Christina Garrett was a senior in high school, nearly ready to graduate this spring, so it was something that kept her at school late, commencement practice or something. She hated getting home so late, but it was nice to have someone there when she got home, the car in the driveway gave it away. She opened the front door and entered, pulling off her jacked as she did; revealing the short pleated skirt and white top that marked her school uniform. She rested her backpack down as she kicked off her boots, letting them all rest in the foyer. She pulled her pigtails out of her hair, letting the ebony silk fall around her face, and with curious green eyes she glanced down the hall.

“Hey … I’m home!”

Jonathan enjoyed what little time he could get with his daughter. When his wife, Sarah called and said she had to stay in California for a few more days due to production problems, he gladly took the opportunity to spend it with Christina. All week he would get off from work early and come home to prepare a meal for the two of them before vegging out in from of the TV or playing a game. Tonight was different though. Pizza had been purchased and was in the kitchen. Jonathan was in the weight room, working up a sweat. This week had just been the best week of her life; it had been wonderful, spending time with her father like they had in the summers when she was younger. It was a joy to her. Her stocking clad feet made no sound as she walked across the kitchen floor and she cocked her head to the side at the sight of the pizza box. Withdrawing a piece, she went to the fridge and pulled out a can of soda, and she waited, hopping up onto the counter and munching idly on her pizza. She glanced off in the direction of the living room and she frowned in thought, even as she finished off her piece of pizza and took several sips of soda. Her feet took her through the house, along the halls until she heard the movement of the weights and peeked inside. Leaning on the door jam she tucked her right foot back up behind her left leg and watched him with warm love in her eyes.

“Hey daddy…” A loving name she never let goes of.

“Hey sweetie.” Looking up at her with a smile. Jonathan had been working out for about an hour now and had worked up a decent sweat, his body glistening and easily viewable without a shirt on. Sweat shorts were the only thing he had on and from Christina’s perspective, little was left to the imagination.

With her head tilted to the right she smiled softly, stepping toward him. She wasn’t sure when her father had gotten so attractive, but the thought that she realized he was attractive was a little disturbing to her. She gave her voice a little clearing as she stepped toward him.

“You gonna want to relax after that I suppose?” She smiled; she’d gotten a little spoiled in the last week, spending time with him was everything. She bent over him a bit, reaching down to swipe her finger across his chest. “…All sweaty…”

“Figured I would get a shower in, then spend some time with you?” Smiling as she touched him. Setting the weights down, he stood up and stretched a bit.

His standing brought him very close to her, for she hadn’t moved at all. She nibbled at her lower lip, faintly aware of just how close her modest bosom was to his chest. “Yeah, that’ll be nice. I’m just gonna go change and maybe grab another piece of pizza.”

“You mind grabbing a slice for me? I haven’t eaten yet. Thanks sweetie.” With a smile, he kissed her forehead and moved away towards his bedroom to change for the shower.

She closed her eyes to the touch of his lips on her brow, and she smiled softly. She didn’t know what was going through her head, why the smell of his sweat was driving her nuts, but she let him go. “I’ll meetcha in the den.”

It seemed to be their private little hang out this week, like their own secret fort. She moved off to her bedroom, changing into some clothes she’d veg out in usually dressed for bed. Tonight it was a pair of loose fitting pajama bottoms synched tightly at her narrow waste, and a tank top that didn’t quite meet, leaving a sliver of skin open.

She went down, pulling up her hair in a haphazard fashion and she simply brought the whole pizza box and a couple sodas to the den, as well as a few napkins, might as well have it there in case they decided to snack during their time together. After a quick shower, Jonathan slipped on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, concealing them with an old tattered robe. Walking into the den, he smiled at his daughter and sat down beside of her. He had enjoyed this time with her. Last month she had celebrated 18th birthday and had grown into a remarkable woman. It wasn’t until now that he realized how beautiful she actually was.

“I thought you might wanna munch.” That old tattered robe brought a grin to her features. How long had he had that thing? She tugged at the sleeve. “I remember you had this when I was eight…” She couldn’t help but grin up at him and nudge him a bit, before nodding to the box.

“Yeah, it was the best Christmas present I got that year.” Smiling, knowing full well she had been the one to get it for him.

She was lazily flipping through the channels as she sipped on a can of grape soda. 18 or not, she could still call him daddy and still drink her grape Crush. “Maybe a pay per view or something?”

“Your call. I picked Monopoly last night.”

“Uh…” She glanced and lifted a brow. “How bout some more Soul Caliber?” She glanced down to the console game that rested before the television. She knew she got into it when she played it, moving herself around. Then again what fun didn’t include movement?

“I’ll kick your butt.” She murmured a faint grin of a challenge on her features.

“That a fact?” Grinning at her as he turned it on.

“Yeah … that’s a fact.” She giggled as she took the last sip of her soda and took up one of the controllers, moving the other before him as she settled down. “…Right up over your head.” Her grin grew.

Taking the controller, he went through the motions and picked a character and waited for the fight to begin. It didn’t last long. This new technology was never an easy thing to grasp. She giggled as she played; able to use her knowledge of combos and other maneuvers to easily beat his characters time and time again. She’d nudge him a little if he got the upper hand, as rare as it was and she laughed out her words when he actually won a match.

“You cheated!” Her words were filled with teasing mirth, but still, she turned to push him back on the sofa and try to tickle at his sides.

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