My Secret Daddy
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 6: Age Thirteen – Part 2
On the way to school Tuesday morning I stopped at Dave’s place, as usual. Standing by the back door of his house, I took the lipstick from my purse and applied it to my lips. I also lit a cigarette before I rang the doorbell. The acrid smoke from my Winston tasted and smelled bad, but made me feel oddly nice.
Dave opened it and stared at me in surprise. I took a big puff, exhaled a long stream of smoke, and said, “Hi, Daddy! I missed you so much!”
“Luci, you ... you’re smoking.” He didn’t raise his voice, and I couldn’t tell if he was happy about it or not.
“Yeah, Renee taught me. Do you like it?”
“I um ... you’re too young to smoke, Luci.” I inhaled another puff and slowly exhaled. “Ah, and Renee shouldn’t be smoking, either. Um...” He nervously licked his lips.
I asked, “So, I can’t smoke here? I have to put it out?” I sucked in another drag, pursed my lips together, and blew out a long thin stream of white.
He stared at my mouth and advised, “Uh ... you shouldn’t smoke where other people can see you. You might get in trouble.” He held my hand. “Come to the basement with me. I let Julie smoke down there when the weather’s bad.”
He sat in an old recliner and I sat across his lap. I liked that he wrapped an arm around my back and belly. and rested his other hand on my denim-covered knee. He asked, “So, you enjoy Winstons, like Julie?”
“Kinda. I’m not sure.” I sucked in a final puff and crushed out my cig in the ashtray.
“And you’re wearing lipstick. Nice. I don’t think it’s allowed in middle school, though? Right?”
“No. I’ll wipe it off before I go. I’m glad you like it.”
He stared at my lips and thought a moment, then asked; “Um, how many other kinds of cigarettes have you tried?”
“Well, none. Just um...” I thought a moment. “Ten of these.”
“You know if your parents or anybody at school found out, you’d get in major trouble?”
“Yeah. I’m glad you let me.”
“How about a deal? You can smoke in my basement any time, if you don’t wear pants when you stay over; just your swimsuits, dresses, skirts, shorts, your hot little miniskirt. You have such beautiful legs. I’d love if you wore sandals, too, so I can see your cute little toes.”
I blushed at the compliment. “Um, okay.”
“And would you like to try some other brands of cigarettes? I could get you a few packs.”
I hadn’t thought about how I’d get more if I kept smoking. It would be pretty hard, since my parents didn’t smoke and the minimum age to buy them was eighteen. “Yeah, please?”
I puffed and exhaled again, then he kissed my lips. It melted my heart when he hugged me tightly and said, “Anything for Daddy’s sweet and pretty Luci. I love you so much!”
Tears of joy came to my eyes as I replied, “I love you too, Daddy! More than anything!”
He kissed me again and said, “You can leave your cigarettes here, if you want, so you don’t get caught with them at school or home.”
I stood and replied, “Cool! It’s 7:40 and school starts at eight. I better go.” I set my cigarettes and lighter on the coffee table.