Page 6 of Daddy’s Naive Little Neighbour

“Well, like I said, I was happy to help, and I’m just glad you’re okay.” I take a half-step away from her, curious to see what she’ll do. She takes a full step towards me, decreasing the distance between us that much further.

The house is silent around us, it’s just the two of us. The view of the front window from the street is obscured by a hedge and the plum tree out front, there’s no one watching. Her tiny bikini and too-short shorts don’t give her anywhere to carry a cell phone. She’s clasped her hands behind her back and now she bounces on the balls of her feet, perky and cute. I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t playing hell with the fact that I’d been fantasizing about her, only a few hours ago.

“I really wish I knew how I could make it up to you,” she purrs, uncharacteristically bold for a girl her age. Or, I think so, anyway. I’ve never hooked up with a girl her age. My ex-wife was my last real romantic partner, and we had our own whole thing hashed out between us. I don’t like thinking about Courtney on an interpersonal level, these days, but we were at least always on the exact same page as far as our sex-life went. Right up til the day of the divorce, the sex was still fantastic, because we both have the opposite sides of the same kink, and we fit together like a hand in a glove.

A responsible adult would put a stop to this. She might think she’s being subtle (she’s definitely, definitely not), but it’s still enough to get me in trouble if she’s not actually into me and doesn’t actually want to get freaky with me. I’m also acutely aware, in a way she probably isn’t, that if the fact that I’ve fucked her gets back to her parents, her mother will have me run out of the neighbourhood before her dad even gets the chance to murder me and dispose of my body using his stupid fucking boat.

I am in the north end of my forties. According to her mother, Bethany is only twenty-one. I’ve been around the block more than a few times, I would lay decent odds she’s still a virgin. That thought should not make me feel that subtle pull from the very depths of my core, the first warning shot across the bow of some very natural, predictable urges.

“If you wanted to fuck me, I would be super into that,” she volunteers, after seeing me hesitate, staring at her uncertainly.

“Jesus,” I say, startled. “You’re just laying that right out there, huh?”

She nods, smirking, pleased with herself. “Yup.”

“You realize that puts me in kind of an awkward position.”

At this she tilts her head, wide-eyed and innocent, and genuinely naive as she asks, “How so?”

“Honey, I would love to fuck you. But you’re the twenty one year old—”

“Twenty two,” she corrects.

“Twenty two year old neighbour girl. It’s not a great look when the forty eight year old neighbour goes and fucks her like a two dollar whore.”

Bethany grins again, bold as brass, and starts to toy suggestively with the straps of her bikini top. “I’d give you a discount,” she says, winking at me. “Got any change? Say maybe a dollar a year, plus three cents for my virginity?” She takes another step forward, and I forget to flinch away, as she leans up close, pressing up onto her tip toes to whisper in my ear, “I feel like I owe you for the time I got off, watching you wash your car out my bedroom window.”

She is saying all the right things, which is to say she’s saying all the wrong things, giving me the idea that she’s cheap and easy and not just a young girl with a silly crush, who’s been objectifying me from her bedroom for maybe as long as she’s known I’ve existed. I’d be lying if I tried to say that wasn’t kind of hot. I’d equally be lying if I said she wasn’t wearing me down.

It takes me a minute, but with her standing so close, I can’t help but dip my head slightly, letting my forehead touch hers and then breathing deep before she tilts her face up to kiss me.

“Okay,” I say, finally giving in. “But if this is your first time with anybody, and my first time in months, then we’re gonna do it my way. Listen up, kitten. I’ve got something pretty specific in mind.”

CHAPTER NINE

Bethany

My new Daddy comes home, and like a good little girl, I’m ready and waiting for him.

The former owner of this house lived here for nearly her entire adult life, raised a family, had her children and then her grandchildren over to visit. I used to go over and play with them when I was little, and I probably know this house better than its current owner.

And I know that the pink bedroom with the dusty dresser and the four poster bed belonged to a little girl, once upon a time. In the fantasy we occupy now, it does once more.

The little girl is me, and my heart is pounding behind my ribs, with excitement at the game we’re playing. This is the kind of shit my best friend is into, and she’s always hinted at the way it changed her whole perspective on sex, how it turned it into something with an explicit power dynamic, and a layer of fantasy over the whole thing that lets both parties learn the things they like.

So I’m lying on my stomach on the bed with my feet kicked up, playing with an old pair of dolls I dug out from the cupboard beneath the stairs back home. I’m in my girliest outfit with pig tails in my hair, and I’m gleefully sucking a lollipop I found in a bag of old Halloween candy, also beneath the stairs.

I never imagined I would lose my virginity while pretending to be a little girl with pigtails and barbie dolls, waiting for a pretend father figure to pretend to get home—but here I am.

And with the sound of heavy footfalls in the corridor, moments later, there he is. Filling the bedroom doorway, Marshall is all broad shoulders and thick muscles. He has dark hair and dark eyes and looks good for someone in his late forties. He’s certainly old enough to be my father, especially in the realm of the fiction where I’m pretending to be a child.

“Hello, Princess,” he says, and crosses the room to stand by the bed. His hand reaches out to stroke my hair and I look up with big, adoring eyes.

“Hi, Daddy,” I greet him, just exactly the way he says his ex-wife used to. He’d gone into surprisingly intense detail, surprisingly quickly, once it became established that I was indeed down to fuck, and particularly down to fuck the hot older neighbour, at least partially to spite my parents. The kink aspect of the whole thing is just the emphatic punctuation mark at the end of the silent FUCK YOU! I’m directing towards my mom and dad.

“Did you have a good day today, baby?” he asks, and sits down on the edge of the bed, and his hand at the back of my head strokes down my spine to linger at the small of my back, possessive.

“Better now that you’re home,” I answer, and roll over, so that his hand is now resting on my stomach, right above my pussy. “Did you bring me a present?”