Love & Letters

Don't Wake Daddy Ch. 04

I had been secretly sucking on my Daddy's cock for about 2 months before anything else happened. I would go, naked, into his room almost every night and just lick him and hold him in my mouth. I ever actually continued long enough for him to orgasm, but I would relish the feel of him on my tongue and think about what else I'd like to do with him, if I could.

Of course, my daily attempts at seduction didn't cease and desist when I started my nightly adventures. I still flashed my panties at him on a fairly regular basis, and I sat in his lap at the slightest provocation. I also took to giving overly-close and very long hugs, pressing my body tight against his and rubbing a bit. That always got him flustered, and more than once I felt his erection before he managed to pull away.

Finally, one night, my best friend Vanessa slept over. She and I had been planning my seduction together, and I was catching her up on my progress (nothing new to report) and how I was getting rather sad at my lack of success. To take our minds off of that, we did what we usually did during sleepovers: we made out.

I know it sounds all trite and cliched, but we really did learn to kiss with each other, and it always managed to cheer me up when I was down.

Of course, we usually waited until fairly late at night to do that, when we were under the covers in our pajamas, but this time we were doing it, still in our school uniforms, right before dinner time. We weren't doing anything too risqué, though, just kissing while sitting on my bed, but it was still a bit of a shock to my poor father when he walked in to tell us dinner was ready and found us like that.

We both blushed and my father stuttered and rushed out of the room, and all of us were pretty quiet during the meal. Afterwards, Vanessa and I helped my mom clean up the dishes and then we went back up to my room to do "homework." My father came up after a while and knocked hesitantly on the door, asking if he could come in.

"Girls, I just wanted to apologize for barging in here like that, earlier. I should have respected your privacy more than that, and I hope you can forgive me. And Heather, please know that you can talk to me about anything at all, ok?" He said his speech quietly and solemnly and then wished us good night and left. We looked at each other in surprise, and then giggled.

"God, Vanessa... my dad thinks I'm gay!" I said in a derisive tone.

"But think of what he just said! You can talk to him about anything! There's your opening," Vanessa replied. She had a good point. We spent the rest of the evening formulating a plan.

The next day was Saturday and while Vanessa would usually spend the day with me after a sleepover, she made up an excuse of some sort about having to do something that day and went over to visit her cousin. She got to have a good fuck, and I got to have another shot at my Daddy.

My mother was out with a friend doing antiquing or some such, and my brother was out playing baseball when I tracked down my Daddy in his office. I knocked quietly and entered.

"Daddy... did you mean what you said yesterday about me being able to talk to you about anything?" I asked in a tremulous voice. Sometimes I think I should have gone into theatre at some point.

"Of course, sweetie, what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked.

Poor guy, he had no clue.

I walked over and sat in his lap like I used to do when I was a little girl and had questions. He snuggled me in close and held me, wanting to give me physical support since I seemed to be upset. I just enjoyed the closeness and surreptitiously inhaled the scent of his aftershave. I could feel myself getting excited.

"Daddy... what is sex like?" I asked. I swear to god, he stopped breathing altogether. If I hadn't had my head pressed so close to his chest that I could hear his heart beating, I would have been concerned for his health.