NEW YORK CITY, SEVEN MONTHS PRIOR.
Lizzy had been away in New York for close to three years when Jim decided it was time for an overdue visit. It had been months since he last heard from her. The death of Lizzy's mom had left them both shaken to their core. Jim knew sending his daughter away would hurt them both, but in time, Lizzy would heal and move on with her life.
Jim's plane landed on a beautiful spring morning. Jim and Lizzy had spoken on the phone the night before and agreed to meet at a nearby coffee shop. He was so proud of his sweet Lizzy. She seemed to be coping with the changes in her life. Jim knew that Lizzy still missed her mom, but in time, she would be fine. Lizzy was determined, just like her mom, which was one of the many things he loved about her.
Jim had arrived a few minutes early. It was hard for him to believe that he had gone for so long without seeing Lizzy. Their long-distance father-daughter relationship was something they had grown accustomed to, and their weekly e-mails and video chats kept them connected. Almost eighteen, and Jim wonders where the time went. It seems like it was just yesterday when they lost his wife and Lizzy's mother. She was so young when he sent her back east to boarding school. Lizzy was only thirteen, and the sadness he saw in her eyes the day she left was something Jim will never forget.
When she walked into the coffee shop, Lizzy looked around searching for her father. She saw him from the back in a booth in a small out-of-the-way corner. Walking towards him, she couldn't believe that he was here; she had dreamed of this day for months.
"Hi, Dad," he heard her sweet voice as he looked up to see the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She was indeed not what he had expected. Lizzy was her mother come to life—a tall, shapely blonde with amazing green eyes. Jim had to give himself a minute to get himself together because the second he saw his Lizzy, he had an instant hard-on. Jim couldn't believe what was happening to him.
''Lizzy,'' he said as he stood up to greet her. He couldn't believe what he was seeing—a perfect image of his late wife. Lizzy had inherited her mother's beautiful face and gorgeous body, and for a brief moment, he was back in time, looking into his late wife's eyes.
''Dad, it's so good to see you. I have missed you,'' she said as she gave her father her sweet, shy smile, the one that always melted his heart.
Jim greeted his daughter with open arms, and the moment she was in them, he felt alive again. That is when it all started: his attraction to Lizzy. She felt and smelled like a woman. Those first pangs of lust for this sweet young girl nearly scared the shit out of him. 'My God, she was his daughter, and all he could think about was her body, equally as beautiful naked as it was clothed.
They sat across from each other, father and daughter, yes, but they felt like two strangers meeting for the very first time. Jim was left almost speechless by how much she had grown. Every move she made caught his attention. Lizzy had always been a very focused young girl, even before her mother's illness and untimely death; she knew what direction she wanted her life to take. After her mom's death, Lizzy became even more driven. She has always loved fashion, and becoming a designer became her primary focus.
When her father decided a boarding school education back east would be ideal for both of them, Lizzy didn't put up much of a fight. Lizzy relished the idea of being on her own at fifteen, though she knew that wouldn't be the case; she was more than sure her dad would have his share of spies.
Once the ice broke and they started to feel more at ease with each other, what had been planned to be a little brunch turned into a four-hour conversation. Jim loved seeing his daughter in this new light; she was no longer his little girl, but she was becoming this sexy, savvy woman who knew how to take the world by the balls and make it hers.
There was something about her that turned him on that made his balls sit up and take notice. He couldn't begin to tell you just where those feelings of lust and desire had come from. While it had been a long time since he had had a woman in his bed, it surely couldn't have been so long that he would now be having to fantasize about having his daughter. But as they sat talking in that small out-of-the-way coffee shop, Jim started to envision his Lizzy in sexual terms.
Jim's mind filled with the images of a naked Lizzy, and the things he saw himself doing to her left him not knowing what to think of himself as a man, or as a dad. Would a dad want to do the things he was fantasizing about doing with his little girl with Lizzy? Wearing a thin white tank top, Jim could clearly see her small, apple breasts. They made his mouth water, and his dick hard as they sat there carrying on about school and work.
She was in her last year of boarding school and would turn 18 in a few weeks. Lizzy had her life all mapped out. She would be starting at NYU in the fall, and she had a job lined up at a fashion house. Lizzy had been apartment hunting for several weeks. She had found the perfect little place close to NYU; all she needed was her dad's permission. Lizzy knew her dad would no doubt put up a fight, but she was prepared to do whatever it took to convince him she was ready to live on her own.
It was a beautiful early afternoon for a walk in the city that never sleeps. Jim and Lizzy strolled arm in arm, talking about her future. ''Dad, I want to thank you for insisting that I move here. New York is great. You were right; sending me away to boarding school worked out for both of us. I know that you must have been very lonely after my mother died, but you never said anything; you always put my needs first. That is what makes you such a great dad.''
''Oh, Lizzy, I am so proud of my baby girl. You have grown into such a beautiful and confident young woman. It has been a lonely time for me since you and your mother have been gone. But I never wanted to hold you back, sweetheart. I knew you wanted to have your own life, and when you started talking about becoming a fashion designer, I knew I wanted to help make your dreams come true. But I am glad that you are going to be graduating soon and moving back home.''
There it was; she knew it was coming. It was something Lizzy knew she had to face sooner or later. She had already made plans to live in NYC. With school and her new job, Lizzy felt that her life was in the Big Apple. Now she just needed to convince her father.
They had been walking for hours when they came upon a little park. They found a bench by the lake, and Lizzy thought it was the perfect place to talk to Jim about her plans. ''Dad, I know you want me to come home once I finish school, but I have made other plans. I didn't tell you, but I have been accepted to NYU this fall.'' Lizzy waited for her dad's response.
''Oh, honey, I was looking forward to having you home. I know New York is home for you now, and it's the fashion capital. As I have said, the last few years have been very lonely ones for me. Your mom's death took its toll on me. And when you left for school, I threw myself into my work so I wouldn't have to think about what all I had lost. But still, it didn't stop my loneliness. And seeing you again made me realize how much I have missed you. I am proud of you for getting into NYU, but I need you to come home,'' Jim explained.
''But, Dad, I want to live here in New York. I know LA is home, and it always will be because you are there. But to me, New York feels like home, too. I already have a job lined up and have been looking for an apartment. I know that when I turn eighteen, I'll get some of my money from Mom's estate, but it won't be enough to live on, and that's my problem. I want you on my side, and I need my dad,'' Lizzy said.
Jim didn't know what to say. He had never given much thought to her moving back home; he always just assumed she would stay in NY after she graduated, but that was before he saw her, and now, having her home, it suddenly took on a whole new meaning. Somewhere deep inside of him, Jim knew that he wanted her. At first, he didn't recognize it, that little hint of lust. He thought it was just his loneliness coming to the surface.
'' It's not that I want to stop you from living your best life, but Lizzy, you're my only child, my only daughter. I feel we have spent so little time together over the last few years. I was hoping you would want to come home so we could get to know each other again, and I am always on your side, sweetheart. However, I think we should think about this a little more. We need time to plan. Let's table it for right now,'' Jim reasoned.
''How long will you be in town?'' she questioned.
''I had intended to stay overnight and fly back to LA in the morning, but I think I should stay over a few more days. I think we should settle this before I go home,'' he said.
That night, as Jim lay alone in that big bed, his endless thoughts of Lizzy would keep him awake nearly all night. He thought about how smart and beautiful she was. He still couldn't believe his little girl would be turning eighteen soon; it seemed like only yesterday she was all pigtails and braces. But now here she was, all grown up and ready to take on the world. Other thoughts plagued his mind as he lay playing with his dick. His sexy young daughter had him thinking about things that he should not have been thinking about. Her young body had his dick on high alert. He couldn't forget that sexy little outfit she wore, those white booty shorts, and the green off-the-shoulder top, which had his eyes glued on her. He thought she had the tightest ass that he had ever seen. And lord have mercy on his soul, but her lovely, ample tits would fit perfectly in his mouth. When Jim fell asleep, dreams of fucking Lizzy's young pussy tormented him through the night.
Back in Lizzy's dorm room, the night had been hot and restless. She hadn't been able to get her father out of her mind. Lizzy realized that the time away from Jim had given her a new perspective on her father. Jim wasn't the overbearing stuff-shirt that she remembered; instead, she thought he was cool and slightly sexy. Around two AM, Lizzy's roommate, Candy Rivers, came dragging in. Her family had been in town for about a week. Candy was no doubt the star in her family. When you say the word overachiever, the name Candy Rivers came to mind.
Lying in bed, Lizzy was wide awake when Candy plopped down on Lizzy's bed. She had been waiting all day to hear how things went between Lizzy and Jim. The girls had become close friends since they became roommates two years ago. Both had planned a life in the city.
''Well, what happened?'' Candy asked.
''What do you mean, what happened?'' Lizzy said in that smartass tone that always got on her best friend's last nerves.
''Don't play with me, Liz. What did your dad say about you staying in NYC after graduation?''
''Oh, that,'' Lizzy sarcastically remarked.
''Yes, that. Now give it up.''
''Well, I think my dad is going to be a problem. He says he wants me to come home after graduation,'' Lizzy sadly admitted.
''Liz, come on, you have to change his mind; we have made too many plans,'' she reminded her best friend.
''I don't know. My dad can be stubborn; he is not used to giving in when he wants something.''
''Oh, now come on, Liz, you know you can get him to change his mind, or should I say you know how to change his mind,'' Candy said with a wink and wicked smile.
Lizzy knew what Candy meant. They had had some long, intense talks about Candy and her father and their unique relationship.
''No, no, Candy, I can't do that. My father would never do anything...''
''Your father would never do anything like fuck his daughter,'' Candy said, completing her best friend's thoughts.
''Yes, Candy, my father is not like yours. I would never be able to control him the way you control your dad. It just won't work.''
''Are you saying that your dad wouldn't be interested if you offered yourself to him?'' Candy asked.
''He would be horrified, Candy,'' Lizzy insisted.
''Oh, Lizzy, will you get with it? It's 2018, and all fathers are doing their daughters these days. How do you think I got that little sports car?'' Candy boasted.
''No, you're wrong, Candy. My father would never look at me that way. Besides, I'm not sexy like you. I could never seduce him,'' Lizzy concluded.
''You forget that I know better. Sweetie, you have everything it takes and then some to get any man into your bed, including your father,'' Candy said as she took Lizzy's face in her hand and laid a light kiss on her lips.
Lizzy could never resist Candy. They had become lovers, on and off. Lizzy was sixteen when she discovered her love of women. From the moment they met, Lizzy and Candy shared a powerful sexual connection. They tried to fight it, but after months of denying their needs and desire for one another, Candy and Lizzy gave in to what they both knew was right.
''Candy, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't know how to seduce my father. I don't think I'm his type,'' Lizzy declared.
''You didn't think you were Mr. Daxis's type; look how that turned out.''
A slight grin appeared on Lizzy's face when she thought of her tenth-grade math teacher and all the things he let him do to her.
''Daxis sure did enjoy you that first time you let him fuck you in homeroom. Remember, I was the lookout. It's a good thing you two hooked up before school started that day; otherwise, the entire school would have heard what was going on,'' Candy said as she saw her best friend blush.
''Well, I had to do something to pass math.''
''Yes, and you knew just what to do to get Mr. Daxis' attention. It didn't hurt that you sat in the front row every day. Wearing those cute little booties, shorts, and those low-cut tank tops. You knew that he was interested, and you made sure he knew you had the goods,'' Candy recalls.
''Well, my mom always told me to work with what God gave me, so that's what I did. But my dad, I don't think it will work on him,'' Lizzy admits.
''Did you wear that little outfit you showed me last night?'' Candy asked.
''Yes.''
''Oh then, believe me, sweetie, the way you look in those shorts, I wouldn't doubt that he's already cock hungry for your pussy,'' Candy said.
''Well, we will never know, so it's useless to even talk about it, so let's go to sleep now,'' Lizzy told her roommate.
''Sleep? Are you fucking kidding? We are not going to sleep until we have a plan to keep you in New York. Tell me how long your dad will be in town?'' Candy asked.
''He will be here a few more days. Why?''
''I think we should have lunch with him, maybe tomorrow,'' Candy suggested.
''Why, what are you up to, Candy?''
''Nothing, I just want to meet your dad, that's all,'' she insisted.
''I don't believe you. You're up to something,'' Lizzy contended.
''I swear to you, Liz, I'm not up to anything; I just want to meet the man that would turn down a fine body like yours, father or not.''
The next morning, Lizzy woke to find Candy cuddled up next to her in bed. Lizzy doesn't remember Candy getting into bed with her, but there she was lying next to her, watching her sleep, while she played with Lizzy's ripe little nipples.
''Candy, what are you doing?'' Lizzy asked as she felt Candy's soft lips caressing her shoulder.
''Oh damn, I must be doing this wrong,'' she said as she turned Lizzy on her back. Kissing the back of her lover's neck as Lizzy's fingers got tangled up in Candy's thick afro. Looking into Candy's big, beautiful, dark eyes, Lizzy was suddenly swept away by the passion and desire.
Lizzy could never say no to Candy, at least not after she had gone down on Lizzy and eaten her pussy to pure satisfaction. The girls spent the morning in bed sucking, fucking, chewing, and fingering each other. By the end of their morning make-out session, Candy could ask Lizzy for anything, and Lizzy would happily comply.
Lizzy called her dad to see if he wanted to take a late lunch with her and her friend, Candy. The trio met at the coffee shop where Jim and Lizzy had met the day before, only this time...
