Dad was always a bit sad, I thought. He was 51, which is old, but not like really really old. He never had ladies round. Mum left ages ago, went off with some other man. Dad just stayed in our house, all by himself most nights. It made me feel a bit bad for him.
Tonight, me and Dad were having a drink. Just wine for me, and Dad had whisky. He looked tired. He always looked tired. I was wearing my new nightie. It’s really short, and it’s got a bit at the front that goes down low. I didn’t put my bra on, or my knickers. It’s comfy like that.
“Another glass, Jess?” Dad asked. His voice was a bit deeper than usual, maybe from the whisky.
“Yeah, go on then,” I said, and smiled at him. I made sure he could see down my nightie a bit when I reached for my glass. He looked, I saw him. Just for a second.
He poured me more wine. We sat in the living room, just the telly on low. It was some quiz show, but no one was really watching it.
“You alright, Dad?” I asked. I knew what he’d say. He always said “Yeah, fine, love.”
“Yeah, fine, love,” he said. See? Just like I knew.
I took a sip of my wine. It made me feel a bit warm inside. “You seem a bit down,” I went on. I wanted him to talk to me. He never really talked about feelings.
He sighed. A big sigh. “Just tired, Jess. Work’s been a pain.”
“Is it more than work?” I asked softly. I moved a bit closer to him on the sofa. My nightie rode up a bit on my legs. I didn’t pull it down.
He looked at me properly then. His eyes went all over me, then back to my face. “What do you mean?”
“You just seem… lonely,” I said, real quiet. It was true. He was lonely. And I felt sorry for him. Really sorry.
He didn’t say anything for a bit. Just looked at his whisky. Then he said, “Maybe I am.” His voice was really quiet then.
“It’s okay to be lonely,” I said. “But it’s not good to be lonely all the time.”
He looked up at me again. “And what do you suggest I do about it, Jess?” He smiled a little smile, but it was still sad.
I didn’t know what to say. Not really. But I knew I wanted to make him feel better. I wanted him to not be sad anymore. And I was right here. In my short nightie.
I put my hand on his arm. Just gently. “Maybe… maybe you just need a hug,” I said. It sounded a bit silly, even to me.
He looked at my hand on his arm. Then he looked in my eyes. His eyes were different now. Not just sad. Something else.
He put his hand over mine. His hand was big and warm. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, his voice all husky now.
I took my other hand and put it on his other arm. So I was holding both his arms. He was looking right at me. And I was looking right at him. And I knew what he was thinking. I could feel it. It felt a bit scary, but not bad scary. More like exciting scary.
“Dad…” I said, but I didn’t know what to say next.
He moved closer to me, on the sofa. Really close. I could smell his whisky and his aftershave. It smelled… nice. He put his other hand on my leg. Just above my knee, where my nightie had gone up.
“Jess,” he said again, my name, but like a question.
I didn’t say anything. I just looked at him. And then he leaned in and kissed me.
It wasn’t like a dad kiss. Not like on the cheek. It was on my lips. And it was soft, at first. Then it got harder. And my lips opened a bit. And his tongue came in my mouth.
Uhh. It was weird. But also… good. I’d never kissed anyone like that before. Not properly.
His hand on my leg moved up, higher. Under my nightie now. On my thigh. He squeezed it a bit. And his tongue was still in my mouth, moving around.
Ughh. I made a noise, right into his mouth. He pulled back a bit, just a little. He looked right into my eyes again. His eyes were really dark now.
“Is this okay?” he asked. His voice was really low.
I just nodded. I couldn’t speak. My tummy felt funny. All fluttery.
He kissed me again. Harder this time. And his hand moved again. Up, up, up. Until it was right there. Between my legs. Under my nightie. Touching me, right there.
Oohh. I gasped a bit. It felt… hot. And tingly. And really, really weird.
He rubbed me there, through my nightie. Just gently at first. Then harder. And I made another noise. “Mmm.”
He pulled back from the kiss again. “Jess?” he said again. Like he was checking.
I looked at him, and I knew I wanted it. Whatever “it” was. I wanted to make him not lonely. And I was feeling… something too. Something hot and fluttery and… wanting.
I nodded again, really nodded this time. Yes. It was yes.
He smiled then. Not a sad smile. A different smile. Like… happy. And a bit cheeky.
He lifted me up, easy peasy, even though he was old. He carried me. Right out of the living room. And upstairs. To his bedroom. It was messy, his bedroom. Clothes all over the floor. But I didn’t care.
He put me down on his bed. It was all soft and squashy. He stood and looked at me. Just looked. And then he started to take his shirt off.
It was slow. He undid each button, one by one. I watched him. My heart was banging really fast now. Boom boom boom.
He took his shirt off. He had hair on his chest. I’d never really looked at Dad without his shirt on before. It was… different.
Then he took his trousers off. And his pants. Now he was just standing there. In front of me. He was… naked.
His thingy was… big. And it was sticking out. Really sticking out. I’d seen boys’ thingies before, in the changing rooms at school. But not like this. Not proper hard.
He looked at me, like asking again. “Are you sure?” His voice was still husky.
I nodded. Yes. I was sure. I wanted to do this. For him. And for me.
He came to the bed and lay down next to me. He started kissing me again. Kissing my neck now. And my shoulders. And my chest, where my nightie was low cut.
His hand went under my nightie again. But this time, he pulled it up. All the way up. Over my head. Now I was naked too. Just like him.
It felt weird. Being naked in front of Dad. But… also… exciting. Really exciting.
He looked at me. All over. Like he was looking at a picture. And then he started touching me. Properly touching me.
He touched my boobies. One and then the other. He squeezed them and rubbed them. And he kissed them too. And my tummy. And down there. Between my legs.
“Oohh,” I said. When he touched me there. It felt really… good. And a bit ticklish. And wet. He was using his fingers. Pushing them inside me.
“Does that feel nice, Jess?” he whispered in my ear.
“Mmm, yes,” I said. It did. It felt really nice. And hot. And wet.
He kept doing it. With his fingers. And kissing me. And touching me all over. I was making noises. Moaning a bit. “Ughh,” and “Ahh,” and “Mmm.”
Then he stopped with his fingers. And he moved his legs so he was kind of on top of me. Not all the way, just a bit. And I could feel his thingy. Pushing against me. Right there.
“Ready?” he asked. His voice was all breathy.
I nodded. Yes. I was ready. I think. I didn’t really know what was going to happen next. But I knew I wanted it to happen.
He pushed a bit. And it went in. His thingy. Inside me. It felt… thick. And full. And a bit stretchy. “Unghh,” I went. It was a bit sore, just for a second. Then it was just… full.
He started moving. Up and down. Slowly at first. Then faster. And faster. “Uhh,” he groaned. And I groaned too. “Ahhh,” I went. It felt… squelchy. Like chewing gum, going in and out. Squelch, squelch, squelch.
“Oh, Jess,” he said, between breaths. “You feel so good. So tight.”
“Mmm,” I said. It did feel good. Really good. It felt… filling. Like something was finally right. Inside me.
He kept going. Faster and faster. “Harder?” he grunted.
“Yes, harder,” I said. “Pound me, Dad.” I said it without thinking. It just came out. “Pound my pussy!”
He went faster then. Really pounding. Squelch, squelch, squelch. And his balls were slapping against my legs. Thwack, thwack, thwack.
“Nghh, yes all the way in there, Ughh!!” I moaned. It was getting really good now. Really, really good. All hot and wet and squelchy and pounding.
“Grrr fuck,” Dad growled. He was breathing really hard now. “UHH.”
“Harder, yes pound my pussy,” I said again. I didn’t care about saying rude words. It felt right. It felt good.
“NGHH,” he groaned really loud. “That dick feels so good,” I whispered.
“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked, panting hard.
“In my pussy,” I said. Knowing I was on the pill. But it sounded like it was nearly over. And I didn’t want it to be over yet. Not yet. It felt too good.
“Not yet, don’t cum yet ah,” I said. “Keep going.”
“OOHH,” he went. And he kept going. Pounding and squelching. Faster and faster. And I was making noises too. Loud noises. “UNGHH,” and “Ahhh,” and “Oh god.”
Then it happened. Something changed. Everything felt tighter. And hotter. And… bursting. Like I was going to explode.
“Ahhhhhh!” I screamed. And Dad screamed too. “Uhhhhhhhhh!” He went really stiff for a second. And he pushed really hard. And then he went all soft again. And he fell down on top of me. All heavy.
He was still inside me. His thingy was still inside. But it wasn’t hard anymore. It was soft now. And warm. And… gooey.
We just lay there. Panting. Both of us. Me and Dad. Naked in his bed. All gooey and sweaty.
It was… weird. And wrong. But also… really really good. And I knew, for sure, that Dad wasn’t lonely anymore. Not tonight. And maybe not ever again. Because we had a secret now. Daddy’s little secret. And it was a hot, wet, squelchy secret. Just for us.