by S. L. Finlay
Daddy laughed along with me as my voice changed – went higher – and I talked as if my regular everyday self was someone else. I laughed at myself, together we laughed at ourselves and our relationship in a warm way, gently poking fun of everything. We had such a wonderful time together that we often forgot about time all together usually. It was only because the night was closing in and it was getting cold that we would go back to the house.
On this particular evening I was giggling with him when Daddy gazed into my eyes. I was positioned with my head in his lap so he could look down at me as I looked up at him.
When we gazed into one another's eyes, often he would smile at me, or I at him. Today we were both smiling and laughing about something one had said to the other when he looked down at me and told me, "I really care about you, you know?"
"I know." I told him without hesitation. "I care about you too."
We had never said these things out loud, but I knew he cared about me anyway, because of how he would behave with me. Because of how he was with me.
So we looked into one another's eyes for a moment longer, both smiling warm smiles.
Daddy's hand was playing with my hair. Petting it, running his hand over it. It felt good to be this close to him, this moment felt so intimate that I couldn't think of anything but of him. Of the man that was with me, of the man that was petting my hair and who I felt was holding my inner child, my most vulnerable self in his hands. Of the man who-
"Billy, I love you." I told him honestly. "I love you so much that sometimes it hurts."
My words were honest, and came right from the heart. Billy's face told me that he understood, and that he felt the same. He was just as sentimental as I was. Or, perhaps even a little more sentimental. That I had said those words first meant so much to me. That I had shown him that I really loved and cared about him meant so much to him, too.
Because here I was, learning about his fetishes, about the things that made him happy. Because I was exploring parts of myself I hadn't been aware of because it made he and I happy. Because I had trusted him with my most intimate and closest self.
Billy knew me, Billy saw me.
"I love you too, my princess." He said as he leaned in and gave me a kiss.
The kiss was wonderful and soft. It was tender and loving and it left me feeling so happy and relieved. To be close, to be intimate. I wanted this, I wanted all of this. I wanted to show him how I felt with my lips, with my hands, with my body. I wanted him close, I wanted to please him.
The kiss turned into us holding one another close and tight and my pushing closer towards his body. Then, I was on top of him and his hands were wandering around my body. They were moving down my back, over my butt, down my thighs. His hands found their way between our bodies as they explored my breasts, my tummy, and finally, after kissing for a while, his hands were rubbing my clit through my panties.
My clit ached for his touch and I wanted to ask for more but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt shy about it. I felt shy about asking for what I wanted in the same way Billy often did.
It wasn't long though until Billy had moved me so I was laying in the grass beside him and his fingers were doing more than touching me through my clothes.
Billy had pushed my shorts to the side and my panties too and was exploring me while we kissed. His fingers were firm as he found his way around my body. He knew what he was doing as he found my clit again and touched me.
As he touched, running his finger around in little circles, he gazed into my eyes.
The pleasure he was giving me felt that much more potent because of how he looked at me, because I knew he wanted to give me this pleasure badly. He wanted to turn me on, he wanted to get me off.
I moaned softly as he looked down at me and the longer he played, the more I seemed to moan. I was moaning under him as he moved his fingers downwards. He was gentle as he pushed one finger inside me.
It didn't hurt and I told him so. "I touch myself quite a lot." I told him as I felt my face reddening.
"Do you?" He asked, his voice breathy, as if this was the hottest thing he had ever heard.
I nodded shyly, "I do."
"What do you think about when you touch yourself?" He asked and I gave him a smile.
"I think about you." I answered honestly, sweetly.
"Do you?" He asked as he thrusted one thick finger into me before introducing another.
Right as he pressed the second finger into me I sighed slightly and told him, "Yes. I do."
I was feeling self-conscious, but he wasn't going to let me get away with vague answers. "What do you think about? Me riding a horse?" He asked.
I laughed hard and he told me, "I can feel you laughing on my fingers."
Rolling my eyes I told him, "Of course you can! Your fingers are inside my body!"
"Uh ha." He confirmed. "So, when are you going to tell me what you think about?"
He was nothing if not persistent. I nodded slightly and told him, "I think about kissing you, about touching your strong body, about running my hands over you."
The rest was harder to say, but I pushed through my own resistance, " I think about what you would taste like, and about you tasting me. I think about –" I cut myself off.
"-What do you think about babygirl?" He asked me as I fought the resistance inside myself to say anything.
"I um, I think about..." I started, and he thrust his fingers into me harder, faster. He was working hard now.
"What do you think about?" He asked, "Tell me or I'll stop."
I didn't want him to stop, I was loving every second of this. I looked him in the eye, pleading with my own eyes for him to not stop.
He responded to my non-verbal pleas, "Well tell me then, what do you think about? I want to hear it!"
I moaned slightly before the words left my mouth, "I think about you inside me, I think about sex. I think about how I would like to lose my virginity to you. How I feel ready to."
"You're ready?" Billy asked, excitement audible in his voice.
I nodded slightly from my spot in his lap, "Yes, I do."
Billy sighed slightly as he slowed his fingers and started kissing me more. He obviously wanted this too. He wanted to be close to me, to be so close he was inside me.
We had spoken about sex before, my asking Billy about his experiences. He had had a few girlfriends, and had a handful of past lovers as a result.
Because Billy was a good looking guy, people often wondered why he wasn't out in town with the rest of the boys from the ranch, picking up girls. Billy wasn't interested in that though. He didn't like one night stands and meaningless sex, even if it wasn't for his fetish. He liked girls who liked to be with him, it was that simple.
I wanted to be with him now, and he knew it as he touched me. He wasn't in any sort of rush though apparently as he enjoyed touching me, exploring my body, giving me pleasure.
I could tell from the look on Billy's face that he loved giving me pleasure. Even if he hadn't ever told me that it turned him on, I would still know it turned him on from the expression on his face alone. Never mind the heavy breathing and hardness in his own pants.
I wanted that hardness inside me, but I didn't know how to ask. I had barley told him that I wanted it at all, let alone demanding it right then.
"You're so wet." Billy moaned softly between kisses and eye gazing, "This feels so good!"
I chuckled slightly, unable to stop myself. He was getting so into this.
Seeing how much this pleased him, and the pressure of his expert hands meant it wasn't long before I was thrashing under him, moaning and panting. I let out one long last moan as he thrust into me particularly hard, then started to feel the waves of orgasm.
Billy was so lost in pleasing me and how much that turned him on that it took him a moment to notice that I was cumming, but when he did he stopped moving.
He maintained the pressure though, as I came all over his hands. I was moaning, he was kissi
ng me, stealing every pant and moan right from my mouth.
Then, when the orgasm was subsiding he moved away from me slightly, so he was close enough for us to gaze into one another's eyes comfortably.
"Feel good?" He asked.
"Feeling good." I told him as he slowly took his fingers out of my body.
Billy smiled down at me and I up at him, we shared a moment. I felt open hearted and loved. He took me in his arms then and we lay by the stream, the sound of the water moving swiftly past us as we shared one of the most intimate moments of my life to date.
Of course I had had orgasms to date, and they had always been wonderful when I gave them to myself, but having someone else give me an orgasm was pretty amazing. And having him give it to me so effortlessly, giving me this bliss in a way that felt so natural and real and just, meant to be. I know sex doesn't mean much to many people, but that meant so much to me, and we hadn't even had sex yet.
As he held me, I spoke into his chest in a breathy whisper, "That felt so good." My voice sounded not quite right, not quite like me which made me giggle.
He chuckled at my voice along with me and we both sighed together, our bodies inter-tangled.
"I am glad you had a good time." He said, the smile in his voice.
I was recovering from my orgasm slowly, my body which had been light was now becoming heavier. I could feel the weight of my torso, of my legs and arms returning. When I could feel me again, I started kissing him and he kissed me back.
"Mmm... My little lady." He said to me in those Southern tones I loved so much.
"Daddy?" I asked as I moved to gaze into his eyes.
"Yes little lady?" He asked, his voice now matching the seriousness in my own in a teasing way.
"I want to please you too, Daddy." I confessed, staring him right in the eye. I wasn't going to be shy about this. I was going to ask for what I wanted directly. I couldn't afford to stuff around with this. If I wasn't direct, he wouldn't give me what I wanted. He wouldn't give me what I needed.
We both stared into one another's eyes for a moment as the smile appeared on his face.
"Is that so little lady?" He asked.
I kissed him hard on the mouth then pulled away, "That is so, sir." I teased him right back, imitating his Southern accent and trying some of that southern charm on for size. I am sure I failed on both counts as he simply chuckled in response.
"Okay," He began, "You can try to please me. I won't complain."
"Yeah?" I asked, "I don't know what I am doing though."
Daddy chuckled in response and kissed me before taking my hand and guiding it down to the stiffness in his jeans. "Don't worry, I'll show you."
My heart raced in my chest as I felt his stiffness, as I felt the friction in his jeans. As I touched on my own and he stopped guiding me I smiled down at him. "This feels good." I told him honestly.
It did feel good to touch him like this finally. We had spent ages kissing but we had never done more than that, because of my inexperience and shyness.
We smiled at one another and he kissed me. His breathing was heavier than normal and his kisses were harder, a little more urgent. This was really turning Daddy on. I imagined it was because we had fooled around so much and had never really done much more than this. We would just tease one another with kisses sometimes, and talk. I guessed this touching was amazing to him after that, after all of that waiting. It wasn't just me who thought being touched felt amazing, as it turns out.
"You can take it out if you want." He told me.
I didn't need to be told once, I wanted more. I unzipped him then had trouble with the top button of his jeans. After struggling with it he used one expert hand it undo it and take out his penis.
I didn't know much about penises – as one can expect of a virgin without much sexual experience – but looking at it, I was sure it wasn't small. It looked big and when I wrapped my fingers around it, the longest middle finger wouldn't meet the thumb. It was thick and reasonably long.
I dreaded the idea of having that inside me, but right now, I wasn't going to think too much about that. I had him in my hand. I had the most vulnerable, softest part of his body right there. But, it wasn't soft, and it didn't feel too vulnerable with that level of hardness.
We kissed and I touched him, squeezing him a little as I stroked. I really had no idea what I was doing, so he gave me instruction. "Squeeze a little harder" was followed by instructions to slow down. He liked long, slow, hard strokes by the sound of it. I did my best to give Daddy what he needed.
As I stroked him, I imagined what the sex would feel like. If he liked it slow and hard, would he be able to be patient with me like I would need him to? Would he really have the patience I would need in that man I lost my virginity to?
Everything I had heard about first times made me think I just wanted to get it out of the way: that they were painful, that you bled (a lot), that it wasn't at all pleasurable.
I wanted pleasure, with him. As I touched him I could imagine it, and I couldn't imagine it being anything but pleasurable.
But that's what I had always imagined with him. I had always imagined it being pleasurable, not painful. If it hurt, too, it wouldn't be because he went too hard or didn't listen when I needed him to. It would be because these things happened. Because sometimes the first time you had sex, it was painful.
I was stroking him now as we kissed and the more we kissed, the more excited both of us got. It was as if I could feel an orgasm mounting inside me, even though I knew that wasn't possible (or at least didn't believe it was possible). I just kissed him, and listened to those little moans when they came.
He was talking to me, telling me about what felt good and what he needed. I was talking right back to him. We were both happy, both excited by everything. We were both so into this.
Then he moaned louder than he had been previously.
"I am going to cum, where do you want it?" He asked me and I smiled.
"Can you cum on me?" I asked.
"Where?" He asked, his voice frenzied. We didn't have a lot of time, I thought.
I took my shirt off and told him, "I want it on my chest."
He stood over me and I kept touching him, kept stroking him. It was just three more strokes and he was cumming. I positioned his cock so he would cum on me and managed to aim it quite well (I thought), his cum landed on my neck and chest, without getting any in my hair.
I took my bra off quickly as his cum dripped downwards, not wanting to get his cum on my pretty bra I had taken to the US and often wore specifically for him.
Billy reached down and started playing with my breasts. He was rubbing his cum into me like moisturiser and when he got some on his finger he took it to my mouth to offer me a taste. I took a taste and liked it. It was salty-sweet, I could deal with that.
When his cum was rubbed into me we shared a smile and a kiss before he insisted I got dressed.
With his cum still on my chest, but rubbed into my skin, I went back to the ranch and ate my dinner. As we sat at the table near one another we shared a moment. Then another moment. Then another one. Each time I would look at him we both smiled. We had our own naughty secret.
That night he came to my room and took me in the shower to clean it off.
Of course I barely knew the cum was there, it had set against my skin, but having him in the shower with me was soft and sensual and lovely. He covered me in soap suds and touched my body everywhere. He kissed me.
It was the first time I had seen him completely naked. It felt great to do that. It felt great to see him like this. To be this close, to experience this easy intimacy of him exploring my body as I did his.
There's no way I would have done this with him before today, today things had changed between us. We had gone from a place of wanting to a place of knowing this was what we needed.
When we got out of the shower he towelled me off and joked about how I had gotten the nicest room in the ranch after Mama and the
ranch owner.
"It's because I am a girl." I told him, only half a joke.
Billy chuckled. "Yeah, it is. Because you are a beautiful, exotic flower that we need to look after." He told me. Then he corrected himself, "That I need to look after."
I moved to kiss him and when I broke the kiss I told him, "I would love that more than anything."
We were standing in my room, completely naked. We could have sex now, and my blood was pounding in my ears. Would he take me? Right here? I was nervous and excited at the thought of having sex with him, right here.
His lips were on mine again, hands caressing my skin. His hands were on my arms, exploring them, touching me on my chest, my tummy, his arms were pulling me in closer and those same wonderful hands were exploring down my back and over my ass.
He pulled me to the bed and kissed me. His kisses were wonderful. I wanted them, I wanted more.
As he kissed me, I reached for his cock again and gave it a little squeeze.
"No." He moaned as he moved away. I let go of his cock then. We looked into one another's eyes. I knew this wasn't going to happen when I saw what was there. I felt guilty right away.
"I – I'm sorry, I thought it was okay." I fell over my words as they tumbled out of my mouth.
"No, it's okay." He told me. "I want to, it's just – not like this. Not at the ranch where we work, I don't want to take your virginity in a stolen moment."
"No?" I asked.
He shook his head, "This isn't right for your first time."
I wanted to cry with the sweetness of it, but instead I simply nodded. "Okay."
He answered my okay with a little smile, "Why don't we make a date of it? Go into town. There is a nice hotel there – well, it's okay."
I laughed, I was going to lose my virginity at an 'okay' hotel, rather than in a stolen moment at our workplace.
But, that was it. I was going to do it. I was going to lose my virginity. A little flutter of excitement danced inside my chest as I thought about it. I wasn't just losing it, I was losing it to him.