Page 12 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

DaddysGirl

Sounds more fated with the universe involved

But if you want to make it all logic and science

(sigh) Fine

Suede0989

Haha, okay, if it makes you feel better to think it’s fate. Fate brought us together in this chat today.

I can’t help but smirk, because I’m teasing her about it being fate but… I just referred to us both being online as kismet.

Suede0989

Not wanting to share work hours?

DaddysGirl

I was thinking… What about sharing something else instead?

My heart rate kicks up a notch, and I envision a nude photo of DaddysGirl , large soft breasts spilling over her forearm as she tries to capture her tits in a selfie. Blonde hair—no, strawberry blonde hair—spills over her bare breasts, one of her nipples poking through the flaxen locks.

Suede0989

Yeah? Like what?

DaddysGirl

Well we’re going slow. But what if we take one more step while going slow?

Suede0989

What step?

DaddysGirl

What if we just tell each other what we do for a living? We can keep chatting, keep getting to know each other but with one more piece of the puzzle.

If it’s too much too soon…

Suede0989

I love it

It’s getting harder and harder to remember why we’re taking things so slow, by the way

DaddysGirl

Bad daddy, making your girl remind you

If we go too fast, we won’t know what we like about each other—if we’re just happy to have found a fellow kinkster, if we’re enamored with looks—we won’t know. We want to establish what we have first.

Then meet.

The idea that our chemistry in person would be off is no longer something I worry about. There’s no way the two of us could have such seamless communication and connect so easily in so many facets and then not have physical compatibility. No way.

I have hope that DaddysGirl —no, I have faith that DaddysGirl is my missing piece, and that Veiled , on a whim, has brought me the one thing my life needed most.

Now I just need patience.

Suede0989

Before we swap jobs, I have to ask, are our match parameters set to the same location?

I roll my knuckles into my open palm, listening to them crack as I await her response. Veiled is a proximity and interest based pairing service that uses your direct location as well as your match criteria. So in theory, we should at least be in the same county. But I have to ask.

DaddysGirl

Yes

Warriorville County?

Reading Warriorville County knocks the air from my lungs, and freezes up the critical organ behind my ribs. Veiled is set to run a certain way, so I assumed she was indeed in the same county as me.

But I’ve gone so long without meeting someone compatible. Someone who shares all the same interests as me. The idea that this woman, this perfect woman, is somewhere within a couple hours around me?

I have to get to my feet and get a beer from the fridge.

I pop the top off on the side of the counter and take a long drink, letting the hops soothe my frayed edges.

I’m suddenly nervous. Another drink of beer and I realize, maybe it’s not nerves I feel.

Maybe this unspooling tingling in my stomach, the rush of urgency in my veins, the need consuming me starting from my bones and working its way out, maybe this is what it feels like to fall in love?

Sounds ridiculous. You can’t fall in love with someone if you don’t know their name. If you can't find their face in a crowd or recognize their voice from a bunch.

I finish my beer and return to my computer, reading the message that waits for me.

DaddysGirl

I work at a school.

My fingers move faster than my brain.

Suede0989

Warriorville County here, too. And I also work in a school.

A high school.

DaddysGirl

The school I work at is also a high school.

Blood rushes through my ears, leaving a resounding echo in my brain. I swallow, but my throat is dry. Beneath the laptop, my groin strains to grow erect, thickening against the underside of my computer.

There are only three high schools in Warriorville County.

Staff meetings. Teacher development days. District drink mixers.

Every single event in the last five years comes rushing back, a slurry of memories looping behind my eyes. So many smiles, so many handshakes, business card swaps, war stories shared—I could’ve already met DaddysGirl at some school function and I don’t even know it.

I adjust my cock, and wonder if she’s wondering the same things.

Suede0989

It’s so hard to stop there

But then again, it’s always that way with you

You make me want so much more

I’m sorry, now I’m making it awkward

I can’t believe I just said that but then again, not saying it would have felt wrong. Not telling DaddysGirl just how I feel about her feels like a mistake I don’t want to make. Not doing everything in my power to make her mine feels like the worst mistake I could make.

DaddysGirl

I feel the same way about you, Daddy

I want to be your good girl, and do everything slowly and right for you. But it’s so hard when I just want to climb into your lap and get lost in you, too.

With the information we shared today, I decide to build us both a fantasy to sink into.

A place for us to meet within the ether, until we can meet in real life.

A place for us to lose ourselves in one another, in our dreams and the dreams we share for our future, in all the things we haven’t said but know somehow we want to share.

I make us a fantasy to escape to until we are ready to take the next step, together.

Suede0989

You had a long day at school and your feet are sore. I’m waiting next to my truck for you to come out of your classroom, and when I see you, I close the distance between us, and scoop you up into my arms.

I take your heels off your feet before I sit you down in the passenger seat and kiss your lips. You stretch your toes and play with the ends of my hair as you reward me with more kisses, more of your hot mouth and quiet, private words.

In the truck, on the drive home, we’d commiserate about our days, talk about the students who made us proud, and share the moments that had us laughing.

You’d curl into my side, and I’d stroke my fingers down your hair, and by the time I fed you a warm meal and got you in the bath, you’d be so sleepy.

I’d take you to our bed, lie you down, tuck you in and wait until you hit twilight before sliding in next to you, to show you just how much Daddy appreciates his sweet girl.

And when the sun kisses the roof of our bedroom the next morning, and the alarms tell us we have to get up, I’d help you out of bed and run your shower, feed you the breakfast I made, and then I’d put you on the counter and make you feel like the most beautiful, strong, desired woman in the world.

Then we’d go to work together, and love each other from afar all day.

DaddysGirl

That was beautiful, Daddy

I want that

Suede0989

I do too

DaddysGirl

I’m sorry your wife never understood your needs

I’m sorry you had to go through the process of being vulnerable, only to be shut out by the person you cared about most

Suede0989

I used to be sorry about those things too

But if she didn’t shut me out, I wouldn’t be here.

I wouldn’t have you.

DaddysGirl

I’m glad you have me

I’m just about ready to reach into my pants like an absolute heathen because banter with DaddysGirl is as good as porn, but she sends another message that redirects my brain entirely.

DaddysGirl

Meeting today, huh? It wouldn’t have been the district wide funding meeting in Oakcreek, would it?

Shit, I don’t know how well these chats are AI monitored. I probably shouldn’t name places outright anymore, right?

Suede0989

Probably not, but I’m not upset that you did. It’s seriously fucking with my head that we’re so close to one another

Which is stupid because that’s the whole point of Veiled

Still, I just can’t believe I met someone I like so much and you’re so close

DaddysGirl

Can I ask if you’re local to the area?

Suede0989

Moved here some years ago. Before that, I was in a different district in the state.

No matter where I am, I always find myself in cowboy territory, thank heavens

DaddysGirl

My grandma always said that. Thank heavens.

Suede0989

I am not the same age as your grandma. I just like the saying.

DaddysGirl

I should hope not. After all, I’m DaddysGirl. Not GrandDaddysGirl.

Suede0989

Cute

If it doesn’t work out at the high school, you could be a comedian

DaddysGirl

You think so, eh?

Suede0989

Maybe like a greeting card comedian, or the person that writes jokes for the Cracker Jack snacks.

DaddysGirl

As a native to Warriorville County, I am here to tell you that there are unfortunately no joke writing jobs

And I don’t want to leave the area so

Alas, my humor will be used on you instead

Suede0989

Isn’t there a fortune cookie production plant in Warriorville County? They supply the King Dum chains with their fortune cookies

I can picture it now: fortune cookies with jokes inside

DaddysGirl

That’s not a bad idea

But I don’t live near the plant in Oakcreek.

And anyway, my jokes are primo jokes. A lot of them rhyme. I think I’ll pass on infusing the fortune cookies with laughs and hold out for my dream job

Popsicle stick joke writer

Suede0989

Lofty goals

So if you weren’t a high school teacher, what do you think you’d do?

DaddysGirl

Jokes aside, I’ve always wanted to be a teacher

Lame answer but truthful

Suede0989

I want to ask how long you’ve been teaching, but I know I can’t

I think my job will always be working with kids, no matter what

I hate to admit it, but helping those assholes is rewarding

DaddysGirl

Assholes?

Suede0989

Oh I’m sorry that was a synonym

For teenagers

DaddysGirl

Are you being ageist, Mr. Suede?

Suede0989

Not at all. But young people are, statistically speaking, the biggest assholes ever. Selfish, self indulgent, lazy, and unmotivated. They require lots of shaping, like a ball of clay. In the end, it’s worth it, but still, they’re assholes.

DaddysGirl

Not all young people are assholes

Suede0989

Yes they are

But that’s why we grow up

It’s just a phase

DaddysGirl

So you think everyone in their age range is a selfish child?

Suede0989

Yes

I do

She’s a teacher. At a high school. She knows what I’m saying is true.

Even the sweetest, nicest kid is still a high school kid.

Which means they haven’t grown into problem solving or healthy communication, they don’t know what hard work is or understand struggle.

Not yet. And that makes them, by default, assholes.

Suede0989

You there?

Dots appear and disappear. Then–

DaddysGirl

I’m really tired.

It was good talking to you tonight, Suede.

Goodnight.

DaddysGirl has gone offline.

Wait—what?

Did I upset her?

As quickly as I can, before chat disappears, I read and reread our conversation, unable to understand what made her want to log off suddenly. And the worst part is, I have no way to contact her to see what’s wrong, if she’s okay, what I did. No way at all.

Because I don’t know her name. I don’t know who she is.

I realize right then and there, with a half-drunk beer in my hand and a baseball game playing silently on my flatscreen, that I’m done going slow.

I need to know who she is.