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Emmie stopped and smiled at her gently. “You forget, Wren, I’m autistic. I’m literally asking you what that means.”

Wren took a shaky breath. “I guess it means that I like being your Daddy. Ireallylike being your Daddy, and if you’d like to me to keep being your Daddy after this weekend ends, then I would definitely be up for that.”

“What would being my Daddy entail? Just Little-Daddy time? Or… more…?” Emmie sounded cautiously optimistic, and Wren couldn’t help but feel her own spirits rise in accordance.

“I’d like more. I’d like to date you, be your girlfriend and your Daddy and your lover.”

Emmie adjusted the brim of that ridiculously floppy hat, and Wren let her gaze drift over her. She was so perfectly put together; filling out her cute little shorts and floaty blouse in a manner that Wren longed to explore.

“Well that all sounds very amenable. Yes please,” said Emmie, as if they were discussing a business transaction.

“You… you want to be my girlfriend.”

“Absolutely. The date was a great success. Now,” said Emmie, looking a little fidgety, “didn’t you say something about showing me how good Daddy can make me feel…?”

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Emmie

They just about managed to close Luna’s door before tumbling onto the bed. It creaked ominously, and they simultaneously shifted up to the extra supported part of the bed.

“Ah,” said Emmie, her heart sinking. “This might be a bit difficult.”

Wren waggled her eyebrows at her, making her laugh. “Never underestimate Daddy magic sweetheart. Get those shorts off.”

Getting out of a pair of high-waisted shorts was more challenging than Emmie could have envisioned when she’d gotten dressed in the morning, but luckily she managed it without knocking out Wren, who’d managed to strip down to a sports bra and boxers.

“Oh hello,” said Emmie. “Hey Daddy.”

“Hey there baby girl,” said Wren, her left hand entangling in Emmie’s hair as she leaned in to kiss her. “You promise to tell me what you like and don’t like?”

“Uh huh.” Emmie nodded, and let her fingers drift to Wren’s shoulder. “And am I allowed to touch you?”

“You can touch me however you like,” said Wren.

The kiss started gently, the two of them tentatively exploring, before Wren deepened the kiss, and let her right hand trace a trail up Emmie’s inner thighs. Emmie shivered, and Wren lifted her head, meeting her eyes.

“Everything good, petal?”

Emmie nodded enthusiastically. “It all just feels so good.”

Wren stroked even further upwards, her gaze steadfastly fixed on Emmie’s face. Emmie didn’t know where to look. She almost wanted to look away as Wren’s fingers stroked higher and higher until they grazed against the gusset of her underwear.

“Ripped off or pushed to the side,” Wren asked, throatily, and Emmie had to swallow a couple of times before she could answer that.

“Maybe, umm, ripped?”

Wren’s grin was a little bit wicked. She hooked her finger around the material, and in one swift movement tore the material in two. Emmie squeaked and then sighed as Wren’s thumb found her clit.

“Oh. Yes, please Daddy. Please.”

“Please what, petal?”

“Just like that. I… oh Gods… I really like that.”

“Good,” said Wren and then kissed her way down Emmie’s throat as she paid particular attention to Emmie’s clit. “How would you like me to fill you up, baby girl?”

She had to ask the question twice because Emmie was so focused on her throbbing clit. “Oh, yes. That’d be great. Thank you.”