I met her online, only later finding out she had nearly a million followers. We chatted and she seemed more than eager to meet up, so I suggested a movie and we met the following day.
Since I’m not going to tell you exactly *who* she is, I’ll tell you what her aesthetic is. She’s small, nearly a foot shorter than me (6’1) and fit, which somehow ended up giving her extremely petite frame a generous ass and B cups. In short, she epitomized the “babygirl”, and I could tell a mile off that she’d love to call me Daddy, not something I’d done until then, but if there’s going to be a first, why not?
We met for some thriller and went into AMC, I paid for her and grabbed her hand without asking, bringing us to the back row. We didn’t really talk much, but there was a nervous energy between us that informs as much as words would be able to. We both liked what we saw, me in some simple pants and a button up (the bar is really on the floor fellas) and her in a skirt I told her I liked, her hair in pigtails and wearing a t-shirt that had “daddy” emblazoned across the front, her nipples poking their way through the lettering. Subtle I know, but what do you want? We were just horny teenagers (of legal age).