“Not Yet, Daddy” [M/F]

Evening in the desert, small town of Red Oasis. On a cul-de-sac at the end of another row of mass produced, identical houses, there’s a little birthday party happening. Friends and neighbors have gathered, celebrating one young lady becoming a woman. Food, cake, wine are all being consumed. Everyone is having a good time, talking and laughing around the pool in the backyard. String lights hung from fence to tree warmly light the summer evening.

Yet, the birthday girl is nowhere to be seen. She was mulling around all night in the outfit Daddy bought her – a tight pair of ripped jean shorts that showed the curve of her butt, and a white halter top that ended a few inches above her belly button. After the birthday song she disappeared. And, come to think of it, so did her daddy. Daddy had a few drinks and was feeling saucy. With a squeeze of her juicy little butt, it let her know that it was time for a special time. The two discreetly slipped back into the house, one after the other. She knew to wait for him in her room, jumping on her elevated twin size bed, covered with pink sheets and stuffed animals, high off the floor. She laid down on her stomach facing the door, her feet kicking lazily behind her. When he finally came up a few minutes later, had to quickly slide her hand out of her shorts before he saw.