Page 8 of Daddy to Go

Flashes of Ryder’s abs, his shoulders, and his bulging cock appeared in my mind. The way he bit his lip and growled as he came, his hands gripping my flesh and bearing down as if he couldn’t get himself deep enough inside of me. I began to gently rub circles around my pussy, putting pressure as hot streams of water splattered against my clit. The loofah fell from my hands as my fingers twisted a hard nipple.

I could feel his cum seeping out of me and mixing with the water as I rubbed it through my folds, groaning in delight at the real life dirtiness. Yet, this wasn’t someone else’s life, it was mine. I licked my lips thinking about the way his dick shimmered with my juices as he pulled out of me, cum dripping from the head of his cock….cum dripping from the…cum dripping…oh!

My hands quickened and my eyes opened up wide. My body shook helplessly as I reached down, grabbing the bar inside the tub to steady myself. Orgasm made me scream, the sound echoing in the small chamber. But it was real.

Because this was virile sperm from a virile man, and oh my God, but we didn’t use any sort of protection at all. I should have made Ryder use a condom because we were at a gynecologist’s office for crying out loud. I’m sure there were plenty of them in the damn place. Why didn’t I think?

I shook my head at my own stupidity and stepped back beneath the hot water, trying to calm down. Of course, using protection didn’t occur to me. After all, I was there for a doctor’s appointment, and not hot times. Until Ryder was balls deep in me, I didn’t actually think anything like that was going to happen.

But it did and even though I should be worried, all I really want is to feel it all over again.

5

Abby

With the scent of floral gardens mixing with my newly found womanhood, I climbed out of the shower. My knees shook a bit as I carefully stepped onto the bathmat, making sure not to fall. The last thing I wanted was to end up in the hospital with a broken hip. There had been enough showmanship on my part for the day. Yet it’s funny how the power of a man’s hands can change everything.

But then anxiety followed. What had I done? And unprotected too! It was at the moment that I started to understand peoples’ obsession with Valium, not that I had ever experienced that kind of bliss before. The closest I had ever gotten to drugs was an unfortunate burst of laughing gas at the dentist. Let’s just say, the doctor never stuck his finger in my mouth again.

Back in my room, going through my pajama drawer, I felt different. It was like seeing my life through a new pair of eyes. I was still me but somehow, I was different. The usual floral nightgown that billowed loosely around my curves seemed like it was too young. Maybe I was so hot and bothered it just didn’t match the dirty thoughts in my mind.

Either way, I grabbed a tank top from the drawer and pulled on my one pair of satin panties. If I was going to feel sexy for the first time in my life I might as well hold onto it before the romance wore off. Quickly I braided my soaked hair down my back, not in the mood to take an hour drying my locks.

Climbing into bed was a relief to my senses. While the rush of events had been invigorating, my mind was tired of thinking. Sleep offered a bit of relief and I dropped off in minutes.

* * *

The morning was sobright and sun-filled that I almost forgot where I was for a moment. Sleepy eyed, I raised myself up on my elbows and looked out my bedroom window. The sky was crystal clear and there was literally a blue jay chirping on the sill. Holy shit, did I really just sleep through the evening and into the night? It was morning now? I must have slept at least twelve hours straight.

Wow, Dr. Rivington really did you a good one,the voice in my head spoke. Do you feel like Cinderella now that you’re back to real life?I laughed at my own thoughts. I definitely didn’t want to be a slave to any evil stepsisters, but I’d take Cinderella’s waistline, that was for sure. And maybe the singing mice too because they were really cute.

I rubbed my feet against my soft sheets, feeling the expensive Egyptian Cotton my mother bought me for my birthday rubbing against my smooth legs. It felt good to sleep, and to wake feeling a little bit more desirable that the day before.

That’s when it hit me again, the realization of what I had done. The nerve crushing, boulder in the belly, knot in the throat kind of epiphany that I wasn’t as plain and boring as I had once thought before. Maybe, just maybe, I could be a sexy vixen too; a curvy one, but a vixen nonetheless.

Just as the thought went through my head, my feet caught on my blanket and I stumbled face first into the floor. There was a thud but I didn’t fight it. I turned my head to the side, resting my cheek on the soft carpet. I had a habit of tripping even when I wasn’t walking. I’ve tripped multiple times in the past. This time though, I didn’t beat myself up so bad. In fact, a slight giggle erupted from my throat and I grunted as I pushed my body up onto my knees.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand by my head. I grabbed it off and looked at the message. It was from my friend Mary.

“Look, hooker, you have twenty minutes to get to the coffee shop on the corner before I come pry you out of your bed with my own version of a speculum.”

I snorted and looked at the time.Shit.I had been so exhausted I forgot to set an alarm. I texted her back and threw the phone on the bed as I awkwardly climbed to my feet. Grabbing a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt, I threw them on and slipped on a pair of flipflops. My hair wasn’t nearly as wild as I thought it would be. Sleep must have found me hard, and there was nothing a fabric headband couldn’t fix.

Out the door I flew, heading down the stairs with a kick in my step I hadn’t had since I, well, since never actually. When I got to the coffee shop, Mary was standing at the door tapping her foot.

“Some people have lives, okay?”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” I chuckled. “Forgot to set my alarm.”

Mary scrunched her nose, looking me up and down. “You? Perfect Abby forgot to set her alarm? Alright, spill it, what’s wrong with you?”

I chuckled as I walked to the counter. “Nothing is wrong with me. I was just exhausted.”

“Oh sure,” Mary replied, grabbing her wallet. “Because gyno exams are really exhausting.”

I could feel my cheeks turning red as I faced away ordering my coffee. “Medium dark roast, soymilk, and four sugars. Oh, and I’ll take a strawberry rhubarb muffin.”

Mary pushed her way over next to me. “And a large black coffee. I got this.”