Author's Note:
This is a story containing aspects of DDLG. The main character will call her boyfriend daddy and he will call her things like little girl. The boyfriend is clearly not her actual father. If this kink makes you want to throw up in your mouth, you are way too normal and clean for us to be friends. Please choose a different thing to read!Charlotte's Point of View
Oh stop judging me. I know I'm being pathetic. I've literally got my dad's bird watching binoculars on, laying across my bed and watching every ripple and curve of my new neighbors hot hot hot back. My new neighbor who is not only 30 but also taken. His fiancé is watching something on the tv downstairs and the audio is a low buzz like cicadas in the early June heat. She's slender and sweet but they've only been living in the house next door for a week and they argue every night. He's sitting on the bed in nothing but a towel, his short hair curling at the ends and still damp. I can tell he's running the fight over and over in his head.
I shouldn't spy. His agony seems too personal to be shared with some silly teenage girl peeping. But I can't help it.
He's tall. Striking next to his willowy girlfriend I think her name is.. Cynthia?He would probably make me look like a midget. I would have to get a step ladder to get to those full lips...
He is taken!! A grown man who would avoid a little girl like me like the plague.
His face isn't the symmetry of a GQ model but I still wish I could map every imperfection. His nose is bent toward the right, clearly having been broken many times and his smile hangs further on the left of his face, but he smiles wide and often. When he's not arguing. All of his body is like that, well used but handsome. Lean, and scarred. He's not one of those gym rats, all biceps bulging. His strength is quiet.
He's still for a long time. I zoom in on his face, trying to catch one more look at the sun.
There's a single shiny track down one cheek. He's staring down at his hand where a fallen tear has wet his finger. He looks confused. He looks broken.I put down the binoculars and just stare through the crack in my curtain. I feel so small next to his sadness. Just a silly teenage girl wearing a frilly pink nightgown like a child, peeping on a real adult. He looks over with shiny eyes.
Oh shit he's looking at me.
They're rich brown and so sad.
He gives me a little wave.
I'm surprised that my heartbeat isn't shaking the lace collar of my stupid, immature, adorable, lovely, favorite pink night gown.
I go to wave back and realize my thumb has been in my mouth the whole time!!
Kill me now.
I do the quickest wave ever with my shiny thumb, slam the shades and curtains shut and flop back on the bed.
Smooth.
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Daddy's Perfect Match
RomanceJames is Charlotte's hot new neighbor. But he's 30 and in a relationship with a mature, intimidating women. Charlotte thinks he would never want someone as little, needy, vulnerable as her. When James and his girlfriend break up, will Charlotte real...