Georgia's Daddy

by Dinah McLeod

  “Why don’t you think about it and we can talk about it later?”

  “Fine,” she huffed. Though, frankly, even she wasn’t convinced she was as pissed as she was trying to sound. “What do you want to talk about then?”

  “Actually, I don’t really want to talk at all. I had something else in mind. You see, I had a long time to think about exactly what I’d want to do, when I found the girl that was just right for this place.” Before she could ask what that was, he shocked her by scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to one of the trees she’d noticed.

  Then, with slow, careful tugs, he began to pull her skirt down, maintaining eye contact so that she could have signaled for him to stop with the slightest movement of her head at any time. Only she didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want to say no to him—or to whatever was about to come next. And from the wild beating of her heart, she had a feeling it was about to be something good.

  He pulled both her skirt and panties down, revealing her hot, wet pussy. Just knowing that he was looking at it, inhaling the feminine scent of her lust, made her squirm. But he didn’t let her get away. Instead, with a wicked grin, he blew on her pussy lips, making her breath hitch as a shiver ran through her.

  “I was thinking since you enjoyed my kiss so much, maybe you’d like another?”

  She nodded mutely, hardly daring to think that he was about to do what she thought he was. She’d had a few boyfriends, mostly in college. And while each and every one of them had been big fans of being on the receiving end of oral sex, none of them had been the least bit interested in reciprocating. She’d told herself that it didn’t matter—it couldn’t be that great anyway, right?

  Oh, but she’d been wrong. She was thankful for her blissful ignorance up to this point, because from the very first moment that Sam’s tongue slid inside her, he took her breath away. And if she’d had any inkling that it could be this good, this incredibly sweet, she would have driven herself crazy wanting something she couldn’t have.

  And then again, maybe it was just Sam. Maybe he had a lot of experience with driving women crazy. The thought would have made her insanely jealous if she hadn’t been too busy writhing under the careful ministrations of his tongue. With every delicate flick, she came a little bit more undone. Soon, as he delved deeper and his tongue lovingly caressed her, she began to moan.

  “Sam, stop.”

  “Why?” he demanded as he came up for air.

  “Because I… I can’t…”

  “You can’t?”

  “I…” She squirmed a bit more, avoiding his eyes. She had no idea how to say what she meant.

  “You’ve got five seconds to explain yourself before I go back to what I was doing.”

  “Sam…”

  “One. Two. Three—”

  “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come!” She was horrified as the words flew out of her mouth. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him sit back and begin to laugh. “Hey! It’s not funny.”

  “It’s a little funny. Of course you’ll come, baby. That’s the point.”

  Why, oh, why did hearing him call her names like ‘baby’ make her wetter? She’d been called that before. But somehow, when he said it, it sounded sweet and protective and made her insides grow all warm and tingly.

  “But…”

  “But what? Don’t tell me you don’t like to come?”

  She huffed and reached for her bunched-up clothing. Before she could pull them up, however, his hand closed over hers.

  “I’m sorry, Georgia.”

  The change in his tone, one minute laughing, the next apologetic, made her look up.

  “If we’re moving too fast for you, that’s okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t even stop to think that maybe… I just wanted to make you feel good.”

  She couldn’t help but blush at that. When was the last time someone had gone out of their way to think about how they could make her feel good? “It’s… it’s not that, just… no one has ever… before.”

  “Gone down on you?” he supplied.

  Blushing hotter, she nodded.

  “Well, it’s their loss, because you taste as sweet as sugar.”

  She couldn’t help but giggle. “That’s a line if I ever heard one.”

  “It might be a line, but it’s one I’ve never had cause to use before. My gran raised me to tell the truth.”

  Georgia felt flushed and flattered and horny all at once. God, she felt like a teenager again, and she had to admit, she liked it. “Okay.”

  “You want me to keep going?”

  “If you want to.”

  “Oh, baby-girl, you better believe that I want to. I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’ll scream. Don’t worry,” he winked. “You’ll only scare a few rabbits.”

  Then, lowering his head, Sam went back to the task with an attentive ferocity that led to not one, but two earth-shattering orgasms. And while she didn’t quite scream, when her pussy spasmed she moaned loud enough that she could practically see the little bunnies scampering for cover. Sam lay down beside her, pulling her close and letting her curl into him as she enjoyed the loose, free feeling of having had her first powerful orgasm in nearly a year.

  “So? What’d you think?”

  Georgia was pretty sure from the smile she heard in his voice that he already knew. “It was nice.”

  “Nice? Just nice?” he asked, mock-wounded.

  She turned to look at him. “I think you can do better.”

  “Oh, so now you’re the expert?” He reached over and began to tickle her bare thighs as she twisted away from him, giggling.

  When she couldn’t take anymore, he stopped and just held her tightly against him. And as she stared out at the lush, green scenery, her heart as full and happy as she could ever remember it being, she thought that it probably was the most beautiful place in the world.

  * * *

  “Hi, there, cowboy,” Georgia sang as she walked into the field the next day.

  Sam had been stacking hay bales bigger than she was but he looked up at the sound of her voice, grinning when he spotted her. “What are you doing out here?”

  “Thought you’d enjoy a break. And maybe a bite to eat?” she suggested, holding up the picnic basket she’d brought along with her.

  “I don’t know. Did you buy that food, or did you swipe it from my gran’s kitchen?”

  “She won’t miss a few apples,” Georgia teased.

  “I ‘spect you’re right about that. Especially when she knows there’s a pretty girl bringing them to me.”

  “Oh, so you think I’m pretty.” She struck a pose with her hand on her hip and batted her eyelashes demurely.

  “I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the south, but be careful with all that flirting, missy. I might mistake my desire for hunger and gobble you up.”

  “Well, we can’t have that. Not unless you want to kiss the picnic basket.”

  “Just feed me, woman. We can see about kissing later.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she giggled as she lay down the blue checkered blanket she’d brought with her. Then she began to unload the picnic basket.

  “Now, see, that’s what I like to hear,” he said as he came over to join her. “What’s for lunch?”

  “I didn’t know what kind of sandwiches you liked, so I just made everything.”

  “Everything?”

  “Well, everything I could think of. So, we have PB&J, grilled cheese, tuna fish, and chicken salad.”

  “Wow, I’m impressed.”

  “Don’t be too impressed,” Georgia cautioned. “I’ve never made chicken salad before. I got a recipe off the internet.”

  “You made this?” Now he really did look impressed. “Which ones are the chicken salad?” When she’d pointed it out, he picked up a triangle and took a bite. “Georgia, this is really good.”

  “Is it?” she asked, nibbling her lip hopefully.

  “It really is. I had no idea you had so many hidden ta
lents.”

  “Hey, just because I don’t like to buy groceries doesn’t mean I can’t cook.” She picked up a napkin and threw it at him.

  “Point taken. Well, once you’ve made me fat and happy, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

  “It’s a tossup between finishing up the financial aid application for school, or bingeing on Orange is the New Black on Netflix. Actually, I’m pretty sure it’ll be the latter.”

  Sam studied her thoughtfully. “I didn’t know you were planning on going back to school.”

  Georgia took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Planning isn’t really the right word. I mean, I want to. Or, at least I thought I did, but now that I’m out of school I just… I don’t know. I kind of like having time off to myself.”

  “What would you be going back for?”

  “My Master’s in accounting.” She made a face as though it was a bitter word.

  “You’re good with numbers, huh?”

  “I guess.” She gave a shrug. “Why? Would that surprise you?”

  “I don’t think anything about you would surprise me, Georgia. I can see for myself that you’re full of hidden skills.” He held up his sandwich as proof, making her giggle. “So, what’s the holdup? What do you need to do to finish the application?”

  “I have to write an essay.” She pulled a face. “I’ve just been putting it off, I guess.”

  “You’re good at that too.”

  “Hey!” she protested, swatting his chest playfully. “Be nice.”

  “I am nice, now follow your own advice, because if I get hit again you’ll regret it,” he growled, his tone both formidable and teasing all at once.

  “Well, excuse me.”

  “This once.” He held up a finger to demonstrate. “Do you enjoy accounting?”

  “Yeah, I suppose so.”

  “You sound so sure.”

  She made another face. “I don’t know, I was always good at math and my dad pushed me to go into accounting, so I did.”

  “You ever think of changing your major while you were in school?”

  “Once or twice.”

  “Really? Then why didn’t you?”

  Georgia couldn’t help but feel flattered at the way he looked at her while he waited for her answers, as though they really mattered to him. “I don’t know. Too lazy, I guess. I know, I know,” she said before he could interject. “It’s a bad habit.”

  “Very naughty,” he agreed with feeling.

  She pretended not to hear him. “So, anyway, I know that I need to get it done. I did well in it, so might as well get my Master’s so I can actually do something with it.”

  “Okay, well, humor me for just a minute. If you could have switched to anything, what would it have been?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t really have big dreams.”

  “Hmm.” He considered her, and Georgia got the distinct impression that he didn’t believe her. “Well,” he said at last, “if you need to get it done, then do it.”

  “You make it sound so simple.” She grinned wryly.

  “It is. But, if you need a bribe, I’ll make you one.”

  “Oh?” Now this sounded interesting.

  “I have a volunteer shift tonight, but tell you what. If you get your essay finished and turned in then I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

  She couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of a night out with him. “OK. Deal.”

  He held out his hand, mock-solemn, for her to shake.

  Georgia giggled as she complied, noting that he held on to her fingers longer than was necessary to seal the deal. “And Sam? Be careful tonight.”

  “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, darlin,’” he said with an exaggerated drawl. “We live in a quiet, peaceful town. Not much happens around these parts.”

  * * *

  True to his prediction, Sam returned home early the next morning safe and sound and texted her that he’d pick her up at seven. Too excited to wait, however, she wandered over to his ranch and got there right after six.

  “Goin’ somewhere?” her father had asked as she came down the stairs. Though his voice had been carefully neutral, she hadn’t missed the knowing sparkle in his eye.

  “I’m going to see Sam.”

  “Hmm. Nice guy, that Sam.”

  She’d raised her eyebrows. She didn’t think she’d ever heard him give praise to any guy she’d ever dated. Then again, boys seemed to have an annoying habit of displaying their worst flaws in front of a girl’s parents. At least, that had been her experience.

  “Have a nice time,” he’d said without waiting for her to reply.

  And she’d left, with a surprised smile on her face. She had to agree with her dad—Sam was quite nearly perfect. Not that he’d said that, exactly, but ‘nice guy’ was as close to that sentiment as she was likely to get from her dad. These days she awoke every morning with a smile on her face in anticipation of seeing him. She checked her cell phone often to see how long she had to wait until she could be with him again, and hearing that her dad approved, well, she hadn’t expected it, but it was icing on the cake.

  “Howdy,” she called out as she spied Sam bent over the engine of his truck. It sent an electric thrill through her as she remembered the first time she’d seen him. If only she’d known then that things would turn out this way for them. They hadn’t been together long, that was true, but it just felt right.

  Sam looked up, his face splitting into a grin as he caught sight of her. Even with oil smeared across his left cheek, he looked devastatingly handsome to her. “Hey. What are you doing here? Wasn’t I supposed to pick you up?”

  “I got impatient,” she admitted.

  “Imagine that.”

  She rolled her eyes at him, but she was still smiling.

  “I’m just changing the oil. I’m about finished here and then I’ll have to take a shower. That’s what you get for being impatient, naughty girl.”

  A tingle ran through her, straight to her pussy. “I don’t mind waiting.”

  “All right. Why don’t you go on inside? Gran just made some lemonade and I know she’d be thrilled to sit with you for a while.”

  “Sure. And Sam?”

  “Hmm?”

  “You’ve got a little something there.” She pointed to his cheek.

  “Oh, I do, do I? Come here and give me a kiss and we’ll be a matching pair.”

  “No!” she squealed in protest. When he lunged for her, hands miming claws to catch her, she spluttered into laughter as she dodged him and escaped up the stairs and ran into the house, letting the screen door slam behind her. It didn’t do much to hide her laughter, though, and she saw Sam grinning at her from the other side.

  “Ah, to be young and in love,” Gran called out, as though she’d been waiting for her. “Why don’t you come and visit with me in the kitchen, Georgia? I’ve just pulled some cookies from the oven.”

  “I do love chocolate,” she agreed, sniffing the air appreciatively. Sam had gone back to the truck and she watched him for a second longer before following his grandmother into the kitchen.

  * * *

  Georgia genuinely liked Sam’s grandmother. They had gotten into a deep conversation about football, of all things, and she was so into it that she hadn’t even noticed that Sam had come into the house. She didn’t notice, in fact, until he’d showered and changed and was standing beside the table, waiting patiently.

  “I’m just saying that as a Heisman winner, the Cougars are sure to win this year.”

  “Well, he hasn’t won yet.”

  “You just wait, darlin’,” she replied, patting Georgia’s hand. “And one more thing, and I’ll let you two get going. The new offensive coordinator comes from Mississippi. Mississippi, now.”

  “Yes, and I know your Cougars think that means something, but frankly—”

  “Okay, you two,” Sam cut in, chuckling. “Why don’t we save this for another time? Who would have known you we
re such a big football fan?” he commented as he pulled back her chair.

  “Just another one of those surprises, I guess.”

  “No kidding.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t have known your gran was such an avid fan, either. It’s not like you mentioned it.”

  “Oh, this one doesn’t care much for football,” Gran chuckled. “Arthur and I did our best to raise him right, but he was more into ice skating competitions than football.”

  “Thanks, Gran,” Sam groaned comically as Georgia raised her brows at him. “You really know how to slay a guy before he’s gotten his foot in the door good.”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Georgia teased. “I think the door’s already wide open.”

  “You two have a good night now.”

  And that was exactly Georgia’s intention, and she assumed it was Sam’s, too. He smiled sweetly at her as he opened the passenger door and let her in. But when he was sitting next to her, he asked a question that had her stomach knotting up almost instantly.

  “How’d the essay go?”

  The essay. She’d known there was something she’d forgotten! She would have smacked herself on the forehead, except that he was sitting right beside her and no way would she be able to play it off then. “Um… okay, I guess.”

  “Yeah? Definite ‘okay.’”

  “Uh, well… actually… I didn’t exactly start it yet.”

  “No? What did you do then, exactly? Research?”

  “Um…”

  “I don’t like the sound of that.”

  She wasn’t meeting his eyes, but somehow she could still feel the heat from his stare. She swallowed hard. Why, oh, why did she suddenly feel like a little girl about to get a scolding? It didn’t help matters any that when he looked at her like that, when he got that ‘little girl, what did I tell you’ tone that she felt all of two inches tall.

  “How much work did you do on it, Georgia?”

  Yikes. No ‘darling’s for her tonight, it seemed. “I didn’t get very far.”

  “How far is not far?”

  This guy was not going to let up, was he? “Well, I got my title figured out.” Which wasn’t exactly true, either. She had chosen the title weeks ago when she’d decided to write the essay.