When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
“Charlotte, go on sweetheart.”
I clung to my dad’s bigger hand, my small fingers wrapped tightly around his thicker digits. We stood in front of the gigantic-looking building, and my eyes took in other students walking in with their parents.
I heard him chuckle, “I’ll walk you in, okay?”
“I wanna go home.” I protested feebly. I was frozen in shyness, and holding his hand seemed so bring me comfort that I desperately needed. My hand held onto his so tightly, unwilling to let go.
“It’s your first day of school, baby,” My dad cooed and I suddenly felt myself being picked up, held in his arms. Now I was fisting onto his shirt tightly, my head instinctively leaning in to hide in the crook of his neck. His warm brown eyes looked reassuring, but he had a wide, bubbly grin plastered on his face. “This is such an exciting day! You get to meet so many people, and you get to learn things. There’s no reason to be nervous.”
“I wanna go home.” I grumbled again.
Most of the other students were walking in with their parents; my dad had to carry me in. I stayed glued to his side, hiding my face from view as I heard a door close. I could hear other voices as we walked into the building, and soon, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as I felt his arms slacken around me.
“Come on Charlotte,” My dad murmured, “let go of me.”
“No, no, no,” I chanted, growing desperate when I felt his hand try to pry mine away. It worked, and soon I was on the floor. My hand automatically grabbed his again, my knees weak and cheeks flushing.
My dad crouched in front of me; we were outside of the classroom, in the hallway. He grabbed my small shoulders, his eyes meeting mine, “I know you’re nervous and shy, sweetheart. But I promise this will be great, okay? And afterwards, when I pick you up, we’ll get you an ice cream. How does that sound?”
I brightened a bit at the thought of getting an ice cream cone.
“Hm? Charlotte? Does that sound good?”
My dad’s voice was different. It was lower and huskier, making my stomach drop.
“Charlotte?”
My eyes opened and I found Harry in between my legs, the blankets thrown on the end of the bed. It took me a few moments to realize I was naked from my bottom down—leaving me stark naked, and Harry had a mischievous look in his eye.
And that was when I realized he was slowly kneading my sex, trying to wake me up.
“Good morning baby girl,” Harry greeted me huskily.
“W-what’re you doing?” I blinked rapidly, trying to fully awaken from my dream. It made me ultimately sad, since my dad was in it, and since it was a long-time memory that I would never forget. But god…this was something to wake up to.
“I wanted a taste of you this morning,” Harry replied, licking at his lips. “You probably taste so sweet.”
Oh my god.
“No, Harry,” I protested, going to push his head away and close my legs.
However, his hands gripped tightly onto my thighs, keeping them firmly apart and his face narrowed.
