Daddy’s Terrified Little Girl by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER ONE
Cora
I close my eyes and focus on the sensations running through my body. I allow my fingers to trace a line from my neck to my navel. When I bring them up again, I gently pinch my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gasping at the wave of pleasure it brings.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whisper. I don’t usually talk when I’m touching myself and I never call anyone Daddy. At least I never have before. I am alone in my apartment so I suppose I still haven’t called anyone Daddy.
I want to call Garrett Daddy.
My fingers continue to alternate between tracing lines on my chest and navel and pinching while caressing my nipples. I bring my other hand up from where it rests on the couch and place it on my navel. My breathing quickens, as does the movement of my right hand over my nipples, while I lower my left hand and slip it under my panties. When my fingers reach their destination, a soft moan escapes my lips.
Garrett is Randy’s cousin. Randy is my best friend Sara’s husband and easily the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. He is tall, even taller than Randy and heavily muscled, though not so heavily that I find it gross, like the bodybuilders I see on covers of the magazines we sell in the hotel’s gift shop. Garrett doesn’t communicate grotesqueness but lean power, the kind of power that comes from a life of hard work. If that weren’t enough, his deep brown hair, piercing gray eyes and full lumberjack beard complete the image of a man comfortable with physical exertion.
My hands move faster over my clit and my breathing quickens as I imagine Garrett standing over me, naked, his rock-hard body revealed. “Oh Garrett,” I say softly. “Oh Daddy.”
I use the word Daddy when thinking about Garrett because Garrett seems like he’d be the perfect Daddy for me. I’ve never thought of a relationship like that before. In fact, I didn’t know what it was until Sara told me about her relationship with Randy. Oh, I knew there were some couples where the woman called the man Daddy but I always thought that was just some kind of sex fantasy some people played.
After talking to Sara though, I realize it’s much more than that. I remember the love in Sara’s eyes when she talks about Randy. She says her favorite part of having a Daddy is that Randy helps her have the courage and discipline to pursue her dreams, even when she’s scared, lazy or stubborn.
Another thing she likes is when things become too much for her she can go into little space, as she calls it, and just be a little girl again. She can color, watch kid movies, or play just like a little girl and let Randy take care of the decisions, worries, and stress of life for a little while. She’s so grateful to have a Daddy to support her and help her grow.
I could certainly use something like that in my life. Seven years of college and three associates degrees later, I still have no idea what the hell I’m going to do with my future. If I had a Daddy to help me focus and give me the confidence to pursue the life I really want, maybe I wouldn’t have to work at a hotel anymore just wasting my life away.
Garrett could be my Daddy.
The thought sends a rush of sensation through me and I moan. I slip a finger inside me, then another and pretty soon my moans become ragged cries as pleasure pulses through me. “Oh, yes, Daddy. Yes, please Daddy.”
Something about saying please turns me on even more. I begin to feel my legs tingle and know I am close.
I don’t mean to be a washout. I really don’t. Each associates degree I have, I pursued because I genuinely want to succeed. I didn’t just coast my way through school like many other students. I studied hard and did everything I could to be the best student I could be.
Each time though, I gave up after achieving the associates degree. As the courses grew harder, I would begin to struggle, and I would quit. I knew it was wrong of me to give up at the first sign of difficulty but I couldn’t help myself. I would become paralyzed with fear that I would fail and embarrass myself and embarrass everyone around me, so instead of waiting for that moment to inevitably occur, I give up long before.
If I had someone to help me feel better when I was scared and help me make better decisions maybe I could finally be an architect like I’ve always wanted.
I push those thoughts from my head and focus on Garrett. I begin thrusting faster with the fingers inside me. At the same time, I lower my left hand to my clit. The combined sensations are almost unbearable and the tingling in my legs grows more pronounced.
“Oh Daddy,” I moan. “Oh Daddy, oh Daddy! Oh YES! Daddy!”
The orgasm peaks, crests, and crashes into me, then peaks and crests and crashes again, then again and again and again. I scream with the force of it and continue fingering myself with abandon as the orgasm roils through my body. I lay for several minutes, my fingers still inside me, trapped by the force of my climax.
I bask in the afterglow while imagining Garrett caressing me and pulling me close to kiss me. I imagine him doing all these things and more and I wish for the thousandth time Garrett was my daddy and not just Sara’s husband’s cousin.
It will never happen though. Garrett is strong, mature, and self-motivate while I am timid, mousey and constantly unsure of myself. He is equally comfortable in an office as in the wilderness and I am barely even comfortable in my own home. On top of that, I clearly don’t have my future put together. The thing that attracts me to Garrett is the same thing that will ensure he and I never end up anything more than friends.
That doesn’t keep me from thinking about Garrett long after I dress and head downstairs in my bunny slippers to watch tv while eating ice cream. It doesn’t keep me from thinking about him as I lie awake in bed and it doesn’t do anything to dull my thoughts of him when I wake the next morning and slip my fingers inside myself. Imagining his rock hard body once more possessing me and driving me to heights of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
“Oh Daddy,” I whisper.
I want to call Garrett Daddy.
It will never happen.
