Adam sat in the living room reading a magazine as he heard the muffled laughter and occasional stomps coming from his daughter's room up above him, a slight grin forming as he enjoyed the playful sounds of Paige and her friend having a good time. At times they almost sounded like a couple of preteens having a slumber party rather than two young women just months away from entering college.
Adam was delighted that his daughter was spending time with someone her own age, since it was a rare thing for her to connect with someone among her peers. Adam wondered briefly, and a bit sadly, if this might be the beginning of her starting to break away from from him, and her mother as well, along with the intimate experimentation they had recently begun to indulge in.
He hated the thought of Paige drifting away from them and out on her own, but that's the way things are supposed to be. The decision not to indulge in her request to take their relationship to the ultimate level of intimacy seemed to be the right decision at the moment. Adam and Brenda were both very impressed with Natalie when Paige introduced her to them, and could tell immediately why Paige was so drawn to her.
Paige and Natalie laid on the floor of Paige's bedroom, dressed only in panties and oversized t-shirts, a myriad of blankets, sleeping bags and pillows sprawled across the floor. They had a bowl of popcorn situated between them, munching on it as they involved themselves in a marathon of crime shows on Paige's small television, often laughing and making fun of the actors and situations. Even their sense of humor was similar, one starting to laugh before the other one even finished their sentence.
Finally Paige turned off the television with her remote as the credits ran for the last show.
“I really like your parents,” Natalie commented. “Your mother is so beautiful!”
“Yeah, she is,” Paige responded her words laced with a tinge of pride.
“And your dad! He is so fucking hot!” Natalie continued.
Paige let her words sink in, but didn't respond to Natalie's compliment of her father.
“Are you attracted to your father?” Paige asked cautiously after a few seconds of silence.
“Well...yeah,” Natalie responded hesitantly, obviously uncomfortable with the question. “I mean, he is a very handsome man. And he's done a wonderful job raising me and taking care of me.”
“Do you ever have...thoughts about him?”
“What do you mean, 'thoughts'?”
“You know...fantasized about him sexually?”
Natalie looked over at Paige with a shocked expression, almost as if she had just been exposed. “Paige! He's my father, for chrissake!”
Paige could tell she was on the right track, not only from Natalie's vocal objection, but also from the spot that was starting to become obviously noticeable in the crotch of Natalie's dark blue panties.
“You have, haven't you?” Paige said teasingly, looking down at Natalie's crotch.
Noticing Paige looking down at her panties, Natalie gasped and pulled her t-shirt down to cover it up, drawing her legs up to her chest.
“Stop looking at me down there!” she exclaimed loudly, almost shouting it out, turning her head in embarrassment.
“It's okay, Natalie,” Paige said, trying to sound soothing and reassuring. “You can tell me, your secret is safe with me. I'd never tell anybody if you have.”
“Well, what about you?” Natalie shot back, turning her head back to look at her. “Have you ever had fantasies about your father?”
“I'll tell you if you really want to know.”
“Oh my god,” Natalie whispered, the look in Paige's eyes making her wonder. “Have you actually done it with him??”
“Not exactly,” Paige answered. “But certain things have happened, yes.”
“What sort of things?” Natalie asked, her face flooded with amazement and curiosity.
“Well, we started out just masturbating in front of each other. Then we got each other off with our hands, and just recently I gave him a blowjob and he ate me out.”
“Does your mom know about all this?” Natalie asked, trying to absorb the reality of Paige's confession.
“She does, actually.”
“And she's okay with it?”
“She says she is, as long as nothing is being done behind her back or anything.”
Natalie's heart pounded with excitement as she listened to Paige's revelations. “Wow, that is the most amazing thing I've ever heard in my life! But he's never actually fucked you?”
“No. I want him to, but he doesn't think it's a good idea, says I should wait until I've found somebody special for my first time.”
“Well, now who would ever be more special than your dad?” Natalie responded, immediately feeling shocked that she would actually be openly arguing for the notion of a father fucking his daughter.
“That's what I said!” Paige replied, shooting her hand out toward Natalie. “But he's convinced that I'd be sorry for it later down the road.”
“Wow,” Natalie said, not being able to come up with any other response, feeling overwhelmed that Paige would actually confide in her like this.
“Now,” Paige said as she laid down on her side, propping her head up in her hand. “Tell me about your fantasy about your father.”
Natalie followed suit and laid on her side with her head propped up, facing Paige as she tried to formulate her words.
“Okay...The last time my father ever spanked me, I was like maybe nine or ten. I don't even remember now what I did to deserve it. But I was wearing a skirt at the time, and he put me over his lap, raised the skirt up and spanked me about three or four times over my panties. I mean, daddy had spanked me a few times before then, but I always had on pants or jeans or whatever. That was the first time he had ever spanked me with just panties on, and I remember it hurt like hell. I didn't think a whole lot of it for the longest time afterward, except for remembering how much it hurt, and ever since I tried to never make him mad enough to want to spank me ever again.”
Paige let out a slight chuckle, remembering how she also tried avoiding spankings, only any spankings she got were from her mother, her father never did spank her as far as she could remember.
Paige also began to notice that Natalie's nipples were starting to harden and stick out through her t-shirt as she told her story. She started feeling an ever growing urge to reach out and touch them. She was also starting to notice a wetness starting to form inside her own panties.
“Anyway,” Natalie continued, “lately I started having these...dreams.”
“What sort of dreams?” Paige asked as she started running her finger up and down Natalie's arm.
Natalie felt a thrill rush through her from Paige's touch as she continued. “In the dreams, daddy was spanking me like he did that last time, only in my dream I wasn't wearing any panties. He would spank my bare bottom, usually about three times, then he would hold his hand on my butt, eventually starting to rub it where he was spanking me. Then he would run his hand down to my crotch, feeling how wet I was, then start sticking his fingers into my pussy.”
Paige teasingly ran her finger up Natalie's arm, over her shoulder, then traced down to her breast, finally placing her palm over Natalie's hardened nipple.
“Your nipples are hard,” Paige stated obviously as she squeezed lightly. “Is this okay?” she asked cautiously as she looked into Natalie's eyes.
“It feels good,” Natalie replied, her breath starting to become heavy. “I like it. I've never had a girl touch my boobs before.”
“I've never touched a girl's boobs before. Well, except my own, of course,” Paige replied, causing them both to chuckle slightly. “Would you like to take our shirts off?”
“Yeah,” Natalie answered, smiling with excitement as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, Paige following suit and removing hers as well.
Paige placed her hand back on Natalie's breast and squeezed it, marveling in the contrast of her light cream-colored hand against the dark complexion of Natalie's breast. Paige gasped in pleasure as Natalie reached up to squeeze Paige's smaller breast as well.
“So tell me more about your dreams,” Paige requested as she continued to fondle Natalie's full, fleshy boob, enjoying the warmth and suppleness underneath her hand.
“The dreams usually ended with Daddy sliding his fingers up into my pussy. I would wake up just soaking wet, and at first I would just rub myself to orgasm thinking of him shoving his fingers in and out of me. Later on, I would fantasize about him taking his cock out, bending me over, and shoving it inside of me. I would fantasize that he would be just pounding it into me, not being gentle at all, almost as if it was part of the punishment.
“It probably sounds like I want him to abuse me or something, but really, I just want him to take me, to fuck me hard, almost like he doesn't even really care whether I want it or not, to just take me and pound into me for his own pleasure until he just fills me up with his cum. Sometimes I fantasize that I'm even resisting a little bit, but he takes me anyway, overpowering me and fucking me till he's done. Maybe that makes me sound masochistic, but the thought of it makes me cum so hard every time. It probably sounds like I want to be raped by my father, but I don't really think of it as rape, because it's something that I want and something that excites me more than I can even describe.”
“It sounds very intense,” Paige commented, feeling her own pussy start to quiver from Natalie's excitement.
“Does that make me sound weird?” Natalie asked, crinkling her nose.
“Uh huh,” Paige responded, making Natalie chuckle. “But so what? Who says weird is always a bad thing? We're all weird in our own way. I can understand why something like that would excite you. I mean, when I think about my father I always picture it as something tender and loving. I certainly don't want to be spanked by him, but I can understand where someone could be turned on by something like that.”
“Actually, that's not all that I'm turned on by right now,” Natalie spoke softly as she looked at Paige with desire flowing from her face.
Paige smiled shyly at Natalie, gliding her hand from Natalie's breast up to her face, cupping her cheek as she leaned in slightly. Natalie leaned in as well and their lips met, touching softly at first, then becoming more passionate as they pressed their lips tighter to each other.
Paige's heart fluttered wildly at the softness of another woman's lips on her own, feeling Natalie's tongue tickling her lips as if silently asking for entry into her mouth. Paige parted her lips, inviting Natalie's tongue in, extending her own tongue out, their tongues dancing together as they probed each others' mouths. Natalie reached up and cupped Paige's breast in her hand, squeezing it softly as they continued their passionate kiss.
Paige broke their kiss and she looked at Natalie, gently nudging her down onto her back. Cupping the underside of Natalie's breast, she slowly lowered her head and took Natalie's nipple into her mouth, sucking on it gently, causing an involuntary gasp to escape from Natalie's lips.
After sucking for a little while, Paige released Natalie's nipple from her mouth and moved up to kiss her once again as she reached over to squeeze Natalie's other breast. Paige marveled at the size and fullness of her friend's breasts, enjoying Natalie's reactions to her touch.
Paige broke the kiss and raised her head up to again look into Natalie's glowing brown eyes.
“Have you ever thought about telling your father how you feel? Admitting these desires you have for him?” Paige asked, continuing to run her hands over Natalie's breasts.
“Well, in the first place, I'm not near as bold as you are,” Natalie responded, making Paige giggle. “Actually telling my dad that I want him to fuck me isn't something I can picture myself doing. In the second place, actually telling him would kind of end up defeating the whole fantasy.”
“What do you mean?”
Natalie looked up silently for a moment, trying to come up with the right words.
“In my fantasies, he's the one taking total control. It's his idea, it's happening because he wants it to happen, because he's the one that desires it. If I bring it up to him, it's not his idea anymore, it's mine. It's like I'm asking him to fuck me, instead of him just taking me and fucking me. It would almost be like I'm giving him permission to fuck me, and I don't want him to have permission, I just want him to do it, to just take me and fuck me whether I'm giving him permission or not. Does that make any sense?”
“Yeah, I can understand that perfectly,” Paige responded. “Isn't that a little scary, though? Aren't you worried that he might end up hurting you, or taking things too far?”
“Being 'scary' is a big part of what makes it exciting! That's probably why I like scary movies so much,” Natalie said giggling, causing Paige to giggle also. “Besides, he's my daddy. Ultimately I trust him not to take thing too far.”
Paige nodded in understanding.
“Now, why don't you stop babbling so much and kiss me some more?” Natalie demanded.
“Ohhh, do I have your...permission?” Paige said sarcastically as she smiled seductively.
“Permission? Permission? I'll show you 'permission'!” Natalie said she rose up and pushed Paige onto her back, climbing on top of her and planting her lips on Paige's mouth.
Paige's shriek quickly turned to a moan as she wrapped her arms around Natalie, feeling the weight of her body pressed against her, the skin of Natalie's large breasts pushed up against her own smaller pair. Natalie kissed down Paige's neck and chest, stopping to suck on one nipple, then the other.
Paige felt her pussy start to quiver as Natalie worked her way down to her stomach. Natalie sat up and tugged at Paige's panties, prompting Paige to raise her butt up so she could pull them all the way off. Natalie sat up onto her knees for a moment, looking down at Paige playfully as she held Paige's panties out to her side, dangling them on her finger, as if holding a coveted prize. Paige gazed mesmerized at her full-bodied friend, taking in the shapely curves of her naked form, except for the pair of panties she still had on.
Paige sat up, bringing her mouth up to Natalie's nipple and sucking on it as she tugged at Natalie's panties, pulling them down to her knees as low as she could get them. Natalie finagled them off the rest of the way, except for one leg hole still wrapped around her foot.
Paige brought her hand up, feeling the wetness flowing out around Natalie's pussy as Paige ran her fingers over the moist folds. Natalie clenched in orgasm as she felt Paige's fingers penetrate her and massage her inner crevices. As her orgasm subsided, she nudged Paige back down onto the floor, again pressing her body against Paige as they kissed.
Natalie moved her hand down to Paige's sopping pussy and rubbed her outer lips. Natalie rubbed her clit against Paige's thigh as she plunged her fingers deep into Paige's pussy, sending waves of pleasure soaring through Paige's body. Natalie climaxed along with her, the juices from Natalie's pussy dripping onto Paige's thigh. Feeling the wetness on her thigh intensifies Paige's orgasm, and she wrapped her arms tightly around Natalie's body as they both rode out their all-consuming climax.
They both kissed deeply one more time before Natalie rolled off of Paige. They laid on their sides, gazing at each other with their heads resting on their pillows, smiling adoringly at each other with the realization that they had just crossed the line from being friends to being lovers.
Paige reached her hand up to Natalie's face, cupping her cheek and drawing her head close to hers, touching their foreheads together as they breathed in each others' scents. Natalie scooted herself in closer to Paige, both of them embracing as Natalie laid her head against Paige's breast. Paige stroked Natalie's dark hair as she felt Natalie's breath against her breast, feeling and listening to Natalie's breathing become deep and steady as she drifted off to sleep.
Paige continued to stroke Natalie's hair, wishing she could give Natalie what she wanted, wishing she could make Natalie's fantasies about her father come true. She considered for a moment the idea of asking her own father to act out Natalie's fantasy with her, but couldn't really see her father being the strict disciplinarian that Natalie was craving. Besides, the thought of her father fucking Natalie but not fucking her filled her with more than a little jealousy, despite the deep feelings she had for Natalie.
Paige kissed Natalie on the top of her head before nestling her cheek against Natalie's hair, reveling in the closeness of her body as she herself drifted into a deep sleep.