‘Ready to go, sweetheart?’ I called up the stairs from the entryway, my jacket over my arm.
‘Okay, daddy, I’m ready,’ Jennifer replied as she came down from her room, kissing me on the cheek and thanking me for being patient.
‘Honey, you look amazing,’ I said, taking her in with a pang of fatherly sentiment as I realized how grown-up she had become. ‘You’re perfect. Did you do a fresh shave?’
Jennifer nodded, and I kissed her forehead.
‘Good job, sweetie. Let me check really quick.’
My daughter groaned and rolled her eyes, but I simply shot her a look that said I wasn’t messing around, and with another groan and a muttered complaint under her breath that I didn’t trust her, she raised her skirt and pulled the front of her panties down for me.
‘I do trust you, sweetheart,’ I said gently, kneeling in front of her and inspecting her work.
She had gone with a narrow wisp of a landing strip, and as always her clitoris, peeking out from between her outer lips, gave me a little shock of primal joy at its perfection.