My Daughter Is Sadie Hawkins
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 8
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8 - We were locked down by Covid. My daughter's heart was broken because she couldn't ask her boyfriend to the Sadie Hawkins dance at the school that was now closed. I told her we'd dress up and have dinner and the dance at home. She found my late wife's favorite, very sexy dress and wore it to the dance. while we were dancing she said had decided to give her virginity to her boyfriend after the dance. And now all she had was me.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy
A forkful of mashed potatoes froze on its way to my mouth. When I looked at her she looked ... hopeful. This did not compute.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you already, Daddy,” she yelled over the crowd noise. “I couldn’t. I’ll explain why, later. You don’t know how important it is to me that you say yes.” She blinked at me several times. “Please?”
Now I saw something that could be fear on her face. I didn’t understand. I felt fear in the pit of my stomach, too. The sound around us dimmed until it was just background noise. I knew that was wrong, that the level of noise hadn’t lessened. I knew this was a by-product of my brain needing to disregard some stimuli while it dealt with other ... stimuli.
I set my fork down ... on my napkin. The mashed potatoes didn’t move. I looked at my plate. I’d only ordered a six ounce sirloin, since I couldn’t take a box with me. There were probably four ounces of sirloin left and my appetite was gone.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“What?” she yelled.
“I said I don’t understand!” I yelled back.
Caitlin’s arm shot out and I looked to see her hand touching a server’s arm. She pantomimed a box and held up two fingers. The harassed waiter nodded and hurried on.
“Let’s take this to my apartment and I’ll explain,” she hollered.
Things were left unexplained for another five minutes before two Styrofoam boxes plopped down on the end of the table. Caitlin scooped her uneaten dinner into one and then, since I hadn’t moved, scooped my dinner into the other. She reached for the thingy on the table that had been flashing advertising at us and used it to pay for our dinner with her card. Then she scooted out of the booth, picked up the two boxes, and looked at me. Her face came to within inches of my ear.
“Get up, Daddy. Come with me. I’ll try to explain.”
When we got outside the reduction in decibels was almost palpable. Suddenly my brain wasn’t overloaded quite so much. Caitlin led me to my car, which I had brought her to the restaurant in. Her own car was still on campus. The plan had been to eat, go back and get her car, and go to her off-campus apartment. I didn’t know what would happen then. She had been less than communicative about her plans after graduation.
Now she put the food in the back seat and held out her hand to me.
“Give me the keys, Daddy. You’re in no condition to drive.”
Once safely in the car she started it and put her hands on the wheel, as if she was already driving.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” she muttered. She looked at me. “I didn’t think this out and now you don’t understand. This is going all wrong.”
“What boyfriend?” I heard my hollow voice ask.
“His name is Alex and it’s not what you think. It needs to look like what you think, but it isn’t. I couldn’t tell you about it because I knew you’d freak out and I didn’t want that. I need this to work for Alex and I need it to work for me. He’s at my apartment. He’s been living there and I was afraid you wouldn’t understand that, either. Let me pick up my car and we’ll go talk to him. He’s better at explaining it than I am. We didn’t mean for this to happen. I mean when we met we didn’t know it would turn out this way. I’m glad it did turn out this way, though. Now I can have my dream. But I need you to listen because I need you to understand what I’m trying to do ... what I want.”
There was a little part of my brain that was a bit atrophied. It had been there all along, but I had ignored it long enough that it had finally just shut up and gone into hibernation. It was the part of my brain that had known, on that Sadie Hawkins day so long ago, that being Caitlin’s date to the “dance” was a bad idea. Things like that just didn’t work out well and that part of my brain had been frantically signaling me that I was headed for trouble. My balls had closed off my ears and, to be honest, Caitlin was going to have what Caitlin wanted, that night. That’s not an excuse. It’s recognition that a young woman in her latter teenage years has developed a will of her own and is no longer completely subservient to her parents. If Sherry had still been there, none of it would have happened, or at least Sherry would have been there to chaperone the date.
This little part of my brain crawled out of its hole, panting, “I told you so! I told you all this would do is break your heart.”
The crazy part of all this was that I had already prepared myself for Caitlin to graduate, get a job somewhere, and be less able to come home and see me. I knew she needed to go on with her life. I knew she needed to meet a man she could grow old with, have kids with, be in love with. And I had hardened part of my psyche because I knew all this.
But what had happened was that the “rain” I expected to fall, more or less gently, had turned out to be a flash flood, raging through what was left of my psyche. I saw a video one time of a dry, dusty arroyo in Arizona, somewhere. The narrator said that it had rained two inches fifty miles north of this arroyo roughly two hours before. It seemed disconnected until there was a sound that grew and grew. The narrator said, “Here it comes,” and suddenly the arroyo was full of raging brown water and driftwood. It was incredible how quickly it developed. It was literally fast enough that a car, crossing that dip in the road, might have started on one side and never made it to the other if it wasn’t moving forty miles per hour. The narrator explained that’s how all these places that looked like there used to be water there became deadly when water got dumped upstream.
I hadn’t been moving forty when she asked me if the guy she’d been living with could come home with her and stay with us for the foreseeable future.
I need you to understand that this had nothing to do with sex. Well, it did, but not in the way you might think. The concept of her making love with some other guy was expected, and had been ever since that Sadie Hawkins day, so long ago. I had told her dozens and dozens of times that’s what needed to happen. I wasn’t jealous of this Alex person. I just knew how these kinds of relationships played out and that, eventually, there wouldn’t be any room in her life to spend in bed with her father.
And that was how it should be.
I was just standing in that arroyo when I wasn’t ready for the flood.
We got back on campus, to where her car was parked. She had a parking permit that, technically, was no longer valid, but the campus police would have had to tow two thousand cars if they viewed things that way. Tomorrow they might start towing cars, but not today.
“Are you okay to drive?” she asked. “I can go get Alex and have him drive my car back to the apartment.”
I thought of sitting in a parking lot at the Kearney State for the hour it would take her to go get Alex and bring him back so he could help her move her doddering old father to where he could sit quietly and wither away.
“I can drive,” I said.
“You’re sure?” She sounded worried.
“I said I can drive!” I said, way too loud.
“Okay. Okay. Follow me.”
When Caitlin had gone off to college, I did not stalk her or show up wherever she was living and insert myself into her life. She always came home when she had a few days and that was enough for me. So I did not know where she lived. I ran two red lights (she hadn’t learned how to lead someone such that they didn’t get a red light after she’d gone through a yellow one) but no cops saw me and half an hour later we parked in front of a house that might have been new when World War II ended. She came to assist me out of my door and I snarled at her, telling her I wasn’t decrepit, only surprised.
“I knew this would happen,” she moaned. “I am so stupid.”
“Stop,” I said, feeling some energy seep back into me. I did not want Caitlin to have that kind of self-image. She deserved to be in the best of shape as she took on the mantle of running the world as her old man bowed out. “You’re not stupid. You know that and I know that and the University of Nebraska for sure knows that, so stop saying it. You didn’t do things in a way that was easiest, but these things are never easy.”
“You’re telling me,” she said. “I’ve been agonizing over this for almost the whole last school year.”
The dust and rocks and other detritus that had locked my brain up began to fall out and the gears began to move again. In “almost the whole last school year” Cat had come home for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Spring Break. All three of those times we spend a significant amount of time in bed. Together. She did not spend that time with Alex ... who she was living with ... and presumably sleeping with. That actually seemed a little callous on her part, if you thought about it. Sure, he got to sleep with her routinely, but when a chance came she ran off home, instead of spending some quality free time with him?
Something was amiss, here.
A man was waiting at the door. My heart sank, but I jerked it back up out of the water. I needed to be in control. Caitlin deserved that.
Alex was as tall as I was, if not an inch taller. He was the picture of health and even I thought he was handsome. The hand he stuck out was like a bear paw.
“Hi. I’m Alex. I know this is a surprise for you and I’m sorry about that. I told Cat that she should read you in on things long ago. She was afraid you’d forbid it.”
“She knows better than to think I have any business forbidding anything,” I said. “She’s my daughter, yes, but she’s also a grown woman who can make her own decisions.”
“I’m so glad you said that!” yipped Caitlin, who hugged me for the first time since she graduated. I realized in that instant that she had been so worried about how I would react that she had neither hugged nor kissed me. The eschewing of a kiss I could understand. Graduates did not give their fathers the kind of kiss we both would have wanted.
And my rational brain told me she would have wanted to kiss me like that. She might be going off into her new life with another man, but I remembered the last time I had kissed her when she went back to school after spring break. That kiss had been just as passionate as ever.
Something was seriously amiss.
“Did she tell you about us? If not, I can explain. All I ask is that you hear me out. If you want me out of her life after that, I’ll understand.”
This was not the statement of a man who is firmly involved in telling you to say goodbye to your daughter because she now belongs to him.
Something was so amiss that I didn’t have an adjective for it.
“Yes. Please explain,” I said. “I had never heard of you until an hour ago, in the middle of Texas Roadhouse.”
“Oh!” said Caitlin, who ran back to the car and brought back the two boxes.
Alex and I had just watched her. Now we all went inside her apartment ... their apartment. Caitlin went off to what I presumed was the kitchen, to put the boxes in the fridge. Alex pointed to a typically ratty couch.
“Please, sit down,” he said. He sat in a typically ratty recliner, which probably didn’t recline anymore.
Caitlin came back. She stood behind Alex with her hands on the back of the recliner, instead of sitting down beside me.
“My name is Alexander Prosinski and my Uncle is Georgiy Antonov.”
That name tried to ring a bell in the back of my mind, but nothing clicked.
“Where have I heard that name?” I asked.
“He’s been in the news, recently,” said Alex. “He owns some buildings in New York City. He and Mayor Mamdani are not getting along,” Alex added.
Now it clicked. Georgiy Antonov owned a lot of buildings in New York City. He was, therefore, in conflict with Zohran Mamdani, who felt like private ownership of buildings was an affront to the oppressed.
“My uncle came to America when he was twenty-one. He still remembers communism vividly. He lived in Estonia before the wall came down.”
I waited for him to go on.
“He came here with nothing and worked so hard it affected his heath. He’s fifty-four and he recently had a heart attack.”
This didn’t seem to be explaining why Alex and my daughter were a couple. I kept waiting.
“When he found out Mamdani was probably going to be elected, he began selling property. It was a fire sale because nobody who invests in real estate wanted to take a chance on socialism. He sold all but fifteen grocery stores. Now, it looks like he’ll lose those by having to abandon them. If he doesn’t, he’ll be taxed and fined in the hundreds of thousands of dollars. The property is worth millions, but if he stays and fights, it will probably kill him.”
“That’s why he’s retiring,” said Caitlin. “He’s moving to Texas.”