The harsh downpour outside, slapped against the circular windows. It’s rhythm hard, and incongruous. Inside, the air was suffused with sounds of small talk, clattering of cutlery and cash registers. I tapped the edge of my coffee cup with my fingers; I had been sitting here for some time. He was late. I sighed and looked out of the steamy window. The sky was pitched black, and the streets were deserted like a ghost town.
"Excuse me miss," A feeble voice spoke out beside me. "You've been sitting here for a long time, unless you're going to order something I'm going to have to ask you to leave..."
I turned my head and looked at the petite waitress, before nodding and letting out a huge sigh. I had been waiting here for almost two hours. I honestly thought that he would come, I should have known that he'd abandon me again. I rubbed the back of my neck and flung my bag over my shoulder. I could feel tears beginning to swell up in my eyes, I had to get out of here.
I quickly got up out of my seat and dashed out of the cafe. The rain was still pouring down and showing no signs of mercy, I was drenched from head to toe. Slowly, I began to make my way home, dragging my heavy feet as my head hung. I had never felt heartbreak and disappointment like this before.
As I carried on walking down the pavement, I could hear a car slowly creeping up behind me. I didn't acknowledge it and continued my journey home. I couldn't hold in my emotions any longer, floods of tears streamed down my face.
The person driving the car behind me began hooting their horn. I picked up my pace a little, I didn't know who it was or what they wanted. The car sped up a bit more so that is was directly to the side of me. I clenched my fists tightly, I wanted to be left alone. They continued to hoot their horn so I stopped dead in my tracks.
"What?!" I yelled furiously.
The car stopped, and the front passenger window rolled down. A middle aged man leaned over the empty passenger seat and spoke.
"Emily, what are you doing out here in the rain? It's freezing." He said.
I walked up the window and stuck my head in. My eyes widened a little and I took a step back.
"Get in, quickly!" He expressed.
I hesitated for a bit before slowly making my way into the car.
"Why are you all alone in the rain?" He asked. I didn't reply, and looked out of the window. "Look at me, please..."
"Maybe it's because I was sat in a cafe for almost two hours waiting for you and got fed up and decided to go home."
"I know, it's just-"
"I should have known you'd do this." I gritted my teeth.
"I should have stuck to my gut instinct and said no to meeting you."
"Look, I'm sorry. I was held up at work that's why I was late. I did try to call you."
I took out my phone and stared at it, the battery had died. I looked up at him, he was already staring at me.
"So do you still blame me?" He asked.
I paused for a bit. "No, I'm sorry..."
"Don't be, I'm sorry. I know how much this meant to you and I'll make up for it."
Everything was just like it was when I left it. It still felt and smelt like my old home.
"I hope you like stir-fry." He smiled.
"My favorite" I giggled lightly.He still remembered my favorite meal...
We sat in silence as we ate our food. I couldn't help but gaze upon him. He hadn't changed much, his face had aged a little and he now had more gray strands of hair than the brown I remembered. It somewhat suited him, and aging had really defined his face. He was quite attractive. But besides that he was still the same man.
“I wish I could have taken you out somewhere more nice.” He sighed.
“It's okay, stir-fry on a rainy night indoors sure beats red lobster in a fancy restaurant” I smiled.
“That's the Emily I remember, always appreciative of the tiniest things in life.”
As my smile faded away a little, I placed my bowl down on table.
“Why did you leave?” I said softly.
He also put his bowl on the table, and rubbed his forehead.
"Emily..." He took hold of my hand and looked me in the eye.
I pulled away from his touch.
"I asked you a question, why did you leave?"
"It's complicated." He stressed.
"Well I'm not going anywhere until I get answers."
He buried his head in his hands and said nothing. I stood up and paced around the kitchen.
"I didn't want to leave."
"So why did you?!" I shouted.
"Your mother made me!" He yelled back.
He stood up and went into the living room. I quickly followed behind him. He was walking around the living room, trying to hide the tears in his eyes. I ran up to him and grabbed him by the arm.
"What do you mean she made you?" I said.
"We were going through a tough time and she told me to leave and never come back."
"I couldn't care less if you two had your problems, but if you really loved me you would have still came to see me."
"I wanted to but she wouldn't let me! Listen, Emily I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart-"
"Sorry doesn't cut it! Sorry won't make up for the birthday's and the Christmas's that you missed, all the times I was left heartbroken by a guy..." I burst into tears.
He took me by my arms and embraced me. I could feel his tears dripping onto the back of my neck. My mind was telling me to resent him, but my heart was saying forgive him. It felt good to be in his arms again. I had longed for his touch for so long... He cupped my face in his hands and looked at me. His brown eyes burned into me, I could see how sorry he was.
"Please forgive me. I know I should have tried harder to be there for you, but I'm here now. I can't change the past but I can shape the future, with you in it this time," He ran his fingers through my hair. "Give me another chance?"
"Okay." I smiled and nodded.
He wiped away my tears with his thumbs.
"I love you so much, Emily."
"I love you too... Dad."
My dad and I were sprawled out on the floor playing a game of monopoly. The atmosphere was delightful.
"Are you comfortable?" My dad asked.
"Yeah I'm fine."
"You know when you were walking along the pavement earlier, I hardly recognized you at first." He said.
"Oh really?" I sat up and looked at him.
"Yeah, you've changed so much. You're all grown up now, and more beautiful than ever."
I blushed a little and pushed back my hair. He looked me up and down in a strange manner and smiled.
"You're not too bad yourself, for an old man." I smirked.
"Haha, I bet you're not too old for one thing though."
"Oh? What's that?" I asked.
From out of the blue he launched himself at me and began tickling my stomach. I went into major giggle mode and began squirming about on the floor.
"S-S-Stop it!" I said between laughs.
I grabbed onto his wrists and pushed him off of me. My grip on him was far too tight and caused us to roll over. I laid there on top of him and burst into laughter again, my dad joined in before kissing me on the forehead. I smiled and then yawned.
"Yeah, just a little."
"Alright then. You can have my room for the night and I'll sleep on the sofa."
"Thanks dad," I got up and headed towards his bedroom. "Do you have something that I can sleep in?" I asked.
"I should have an old t-shirt somewhere in my wardrobe."
"Alright, good night dad." I smiled.
"Good night, Emily."
I was stretched on out my dad's king sized bed. I couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. It made me wonder how he must have felt every night that he spent alone in this bed. I felt some sort of empathy towards him. I got out of bed and stretched. I had to see how he was doing.
I quietly made my way into the living room. My dad was stretched out on the sofa. He must have fallen asleep whilst watching the TV. I smiled to myself and turned it off. I slowly walked over to him and sat down besides him. I could hear his heavy breathing, he quietly snored from time to time. I eventually laid myself down next to him and wrapped his arm around my waist. It had been a long time since we had slept together like this.
The harsh rays of sunlight hitting on my face woke me up. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes before looking around.
"Dad?" I called.
There was no answer.
My heart beat faster and faster every time that he didn't respond to my calls. I swallowed hard and rubbed my knuckles. Had he left me again? I got up and ran into his bedroom. He wasn't in there. I ran into the bathroom, still nowhere to be found. I grabbed hold of my hair and let out a huge sigh. The kitchen, I thought.
I dashed into the kitchen to find my dad cheerfully cooking breakfast whilst dancing ridiculously to George Michael. I smiled and shook my head. He turned around from the cooker and jumped.
"Don't creep up on me like that, Emily." He panted.
"I'm sorry, Dad. You had me worried a minute ago."
"When I woke up and you weren't by my side I panicked a little... I thought you'd... left me."
"Come here..." He stretched out his arms and walked towards me. "I meant what I said yesterday Emily, I'm not going to leave you again."
I smiled before sitting down at the kitchen table.
"So what are you cooking?"
"A full English. Sausages, eggs, mushrooms, baked beans, grilled tomatoes, toast and bacon, extra crispy with the fat trimmed off."
I raised my eyebrow and clapped joyfully.
"Impressive, you remembered how I like it."
My dad smiled at me and brought our breakfast to the table. He picked up his mug of coffee and I picked up my glass of orange juice.
"To a new start." He raised his mug.
"To a new start." I smiled.
Warm water trickled down my chest. I lathered up soap in my hands, and rubbed it over my naked body. I was stood in the shower, reflecting on everything that had happened. Last week I despised the man I called my father, and today I loved him.
I took the shower head down and washed the soap off of my breasts and down my stomach. I thought about his large, strong hands rubbing up and down my shoulders, my arms... my back
... my waist.
I leaned back against cold tiles, which sent chills down my spine. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers down the gap between my perky breasts to my stomach. I slowly rubbed my fingers up and down my wet slit, before gently slipping them in..."Emily!"
I immediately snapped out of my little bubble and stood up.
"Yes dad?" I called out.
"You've been in the shower for ages, I need to use it as well!" He shouted.
"Alright, I'll be out soon."
I waited to hear the sound of his footsteps fade away, before I leaned against the tiles and grinned to myself.
Once I had sorted myself out, I entered the living room to find my dad sat on the sofa looking quite stressed out.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He scratched his head. "Your mother just called," I bit down on my lip and slowly sat down next to him. "She freaked out when she went to your apartment last night and didn't find you there. She had tried calling you on your phone but she couldn't get through."
I still hadn't gotten round to recharging my phone...
"She knows I'm here though right?"
"Yeah, and she doesn't like it one bit. She said she wants you to go home now." He stood up and headed for the bathroom.
"Well tough luck, she can't tell me when to go back to my own place. I'm nineteen for Christ sake." I exclaimed.
"I know, Emily but just do as she says." He disappeared into the bathroom. I quickly followed behind and slammed the door shut.
"You're doing it again."
"Playing by her rules. What happened to sticking by me from now on?"
"I just don't want to cause any problems." He said whilst turning the shower nozzle on.
"Well you're causing a problem now between us!"
He quickly took off his top and flung it on the floor beside his foot. He turned around and stared at me. I stared back at him, only to find my eyes wandering over his upper body. His chest was well built, with light brown hairs that spread out across his pecks and down to his stomach. A tingling sensation ran through my body.
"What do you want from me?" He stepped towards me.
I slowly stepped back to the wall and leaned against it. I gazed into his eyes, which seemed to be filled with slight anger.
"I just want you to make me happy." I mumbled.
We were now face to face, just inches away from each other. I could feel his warm breath on my face. He placed one of his hands on the wall behind me and leaned in closer.
"I love you, Emily and trust me when I say that I want you to be happy. But sometimes I don't know how to, I'm still getting used to this," I didn't respond to him. I looked at my feet and took hold of my right arm. Him being so close to me didn't intimidate me in the slightest, it made me feel good in places that I know it shouldn't.
"Darling, look at me," He lifted up my chin and kissed me lightly on my forehead. He then kissed me on my cheek, and then on my neck. I pulled away a little. I didn't want him kissing me there, it seemed wrong, but yet it felt so right. I shook my head and tried to move away, but he stopped me and gently pushed me against the wall again.
"I want to make you happy." My dad said.
He placed his hand on my waist and kissed me on the cheek. I felt his soft lips on the edge of mine. That same warm, tingly feeling suffused over my body. It had been a while since a guy showed this much affection towards me. I liked it.
He began to rub his hand up and down my waist, occasionally making his way round to my lower back. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.
"Make me happy then." I whispered.
We both looked into each others eyes. He knew what I meant, and I knew what I wanted. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. He picked me up by my waist and carried me into his bedroom.
I arched my back as my father's lips explored my naked body. He pushed my legs apart and ran his fingers up and down my slit. I quivered at his touch.
"You're so beautiful, Emily." He said.
He slowly pushed his two fingers inside my wet pussy, and laid on top of me. As he continued to slip his fingers in and out of me, he pressed his lips against mine again and kissed me deeply. I ran my hands up and down his chest, gradually making my way down towards his cock. It was rock hard and pressing against my thigh. I could feel his pre cum slowly trickling down. I grabbed onto his cock and rubbed my thumb around the tip.
We laid there fondling with each other for some time. His fingers twisted and turned inside of my warm cunt, they worked magic. I gently brushed his hand away and rolled us over so that he was laying on his back. I got up and straddled him, before taking his cock into my hand. It was harder than before. I could see his small, blue veins pulsating around his shaft. I ran my hand up and down his cock, and then slipped it into my mouth. I wrapped my warm tongue around it as I pushed it deeper down my throat.
I knew that what we were doing was deemed as wrong, but it made me feel so naughty
, so good
I love my father, and being this intimate with him made me happy, and I knew it made him happy too.
I grabbed hold of his balls and gently squeezed them. He let out a tiny groan and closed his eyes. As I continued to suck his cock, he would thrust his hips a little every now and then. He was gripping the bed sheets tightly and his breath was sharp and heavy. I loved the tasted of my father's cock.
He sat up and ran his fingers through my hair. I pulled away from his cock and looked up at me. I could feel a bit of his pre cum sitting on the corner of my mouth. I slowly licked it away, being sure to do it a seductive manner. I stared into his eyes, he wanted me and I wanted him. He took me by the waist and laid me on my back. We were at the bottom of the bed, my head slightly hung off the edge of it. He spread open my legs and dived straight into my pussy. His tongue flicked at my firm clit and then down my slit. He made sure he had a good taste of my juices before taking hold of his cock.
My father gently rubbed his cock against my wet my pussy. I grabbed hold of his wrists as he slowly eased his way inside of me. He grunted as my pussy tightened itself around his cock the deeper he went in me. We were finally as one, my father and I. Nothing else in the world mattered.
He flopped himself on top of me and wrapped his arms around me as he began to thrust his hips. I too wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in the crook of his neck.
"Mmm, please don't stop, dad." I moaned.
He did exactly as I asked and continued to fuck me, gradually picking up the pace as he did so.
The atmosphere was hot and intense. Little beads of sweat trickled down my father's forehead, and my brown hairline stuck down to my head.
I ran my hands over his peachy bottom, and squeezed it. He slammed his cock deeper into my pussy in response. He kissed me again, only more passionately this time. He tugged and bit down on my bottom lip before letting out a loud grunt.
"This feels amazing, Emily," He growled. "I never thought it would come to this, but I'm glad it did."
"I love you dad" I panted.
"I love you too." He took me by my waist again and flipped me over.
He grabbed onto my soft ass and began kneading it with his hands. I spread my legs open and took hold of his cock, guiding it back into my pussy. My father pushed his way back into me and began to pound me. He laid on top of me and took hold of my breasts from underneath. As he pushed and pulled his hard cock into me he squeezed and rubbed my pink nipples. My entire body felt amazing, he sure did know how to please a woman.
"Oh yes," I cried. "Keep going dad."
My wish was his command, he didn't stop. He kept going and going until my pussy was on fire.
I got up and pushed him down on the bed and straddled him again. I sank my pussy into his cock and began to ride him. My breasts wobbled about as I rocked my hips back and forth. My father grabbed my waists and arched his back a little. He started to thrust his hip, in time with my rocks. I leaned forward slightly and grabbed onto his shoulders. The room was filled with loud yells and groans in pleasure.
My father and I continued making sweet love to each other until we neared the climax.
"Oh, Emily I don't think I can hold it in any longer." He huffed.
"Me neither dad!"
We fucked each other as hard and as fast as we could until we both had an orgasm. I cried out as my body spasmed and fell on top of him. His toes curled and he hissed through his teeth as he filled up my pussy with his warm cum. We laid the breathless as our orgasms faded out. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me.
I took his cock out from inside me and watched as his cum oozed out of my pussy and dripped onto his cock.
"Be sure to call me when you get home."
"Of course I will." I said as I opened the front door."
He took my hand and gently kissed it.
"I'm glad we got in touch again" He smiled.
"Yeah, me too." I blushed.
We stood there in silence as we gazed into each other's eyes. I smiled and walked out of the house.
"I love you, Emily!" He shouted.
"Love you too, dad!"
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