Chapter 50

~Kayla~

“Fuck me! Fuck my slutty pussy!” I beg loudly, my jaw clenching as my back arches and my tits jiggle on my chest. “Yes! Oh God, yes, pound me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

I’m laying naked in my bed, my legs spread wide and knees bent. Both my hands are tightly gripping the large dildo I’m pushing in and out of my cunt. It feels fucking great, and the sensations are only heightened by the vibrator currently buzzing up my butt.

My masturbation sessions usually aren’t this intense, but I am in a mood this morning. Besides, sometimes a girl just wants to treat herself. It’s Tuesday morning and it’s father-daughter day; I intend to treat myself all day. I’m not even sure what we’re doing, but I’m excited! We’ll figure it out over breakfast. For now, I need to make myself feel good.

Keeping a firm grip on my dildo with one hand, I reach up with my other hand to massage my breast. Grabbing my nipple between my fingers, I roughly tug on it, causing me to gasp and groan. A strand of sweaty raven hair is clinging to my face as my breathing grows more and more rapid.

“Mm, never stop fucking me! Oh God, I need cock!” I whine while squirming on the bed. “Keep going, please! I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be a good girl.”

I continue working the dildo in and out of my body, feeling my strong vaginal muscles clenching the sex toy. With the help of the vibrator, both my holes feel nice and full. Pulling upwards on my nipple, I stretch my titty before releasing it and slapping the large mound.

“Fuck, I’m, ah, cumming! Hrmph! Ah! Ugh! Mm!” I grunt, my toes curling as I experience the tiny electric shocks of a full-body orgasm. “Cum. In. Me! Cum for Kayla! Cum!”

My eyes close, my mouth opening as I let out a series of gasping grunts. The dildo is jammed up my twat, the vibrator is buzzing in my bum, and I’m cumming hard. I imagine two real dicks are inside my pussy and ass, filling me with cum. My orgasm returns with renewed strength when I picture men standing over me, showering me with semen. It’s all over me; covering my face and titties, running down my stomach, more filling my mouth. Warm, thick, sticky cum.

“Oh, fuck!” I groan, my body twitching as I experience very pleasant orgasm aftershocks.

I slowly ease the dildo out of my pussy, my labia gripping the sex toy as if reluctant to let it go. Pulling the vibrator out of my butt, I switch it off before laying in bed panting for a couple minutes. I feel incredibly relaxed after my orgasm, but I’m not entirely sure my legs are working.

Ian, Stephanie, and I text for a few minutes. I even make sure to send them a few shots of the girls. They’re going to spend today together since Stephanie is missing the double-date with Ashley and Josh. Daddy texts me, letting me know he’s awake. I guess I have to get ready.

Sitting up, I scoot over to the edge of my bed and stand up. Then I stumble, my legs giving out and causing me to collapse with a loud yelp. Grabbing the edge of my bed, I pull myself to my feet. My legs are still shaky, but I can walk now that I know what to expect.

I wash my sex toys in my bathroom sink. It’s so convenient having my own bathroom, one attached to my bedroom. I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing me naked, I can leave my sex toys out, and no one is ever in the bathroom when I need it.

Turning on the hot water, I step into the shower and sigh in contentment when I feel the warmth on my skin. I soap up my naked body while thinking about how horny I still am and how great my private bathroom is. Maybe I should get one of those dildos with a suction cup so I can imagine I’m getting fucked from behind in the shower.

My morning routine is pretty typical, though I do manage to almost fall in the shower while shaving my legs. I’m apparently very clumsy today. At least I manage to finish shaving, clean my teeth, and take my birth control pill without falling again.

Deciding I want to look extra hot, I dress in my fancy red lace bra and matching red panties. Then I slip on a floral print sundress that’s white with red and pink flowers. The shoulder straps are thick enough to hide my bra, and it has a cute ruffle skirt that falls to my knees. The square cut provides a teasing glimpse of my cleavage. It’s a hot summer day, so I go with a cute pair of sandals for my feet.

Daddy and I really don’t have a plan for today, so I don’t know exactly what I’m going to need. I throw a few things that might be useful into my overnight bag. Slipping my phone in my back pocket, I toss my purse and overnight bag over my shoulder before walking across the hall and knocking on the door to the master bedroom.

“Come in!” Daddy’s voice calls out.

“See? That’s what knocking is,” I point out as I walk in the room.

“What’s she talking about?” Hazel wonders. The tan girl is sitting on the bed in a pair of panties while watching television and brushing her long brown hair.

“I walked in on her dancing in her underwear last night,” Daddy answers with a smirk as he places his wallet in his shorts. “She was singing into a hairbrush.”

“Daddy!” I exclaim, mortified.

“Really? That’s hysterical!” Lexi giggles. The redhead is sitting at Mommy’s vanity. Like Hazel, Lexi is brushing her hair while only wearing panties.

“Whatever, bitch,” I grunt, crossing my arms beneath my breasts. “I could start telling embarrassing stories about you.”

“Go for it,” Lexi challenges, shrugging her shoulders as if she doesn’t care.

I freeze as I start trying to think of something embarrassing about the redhead that only I know. Various expressions of frustration cross my face, and I can see Lexi smirking in the mirror as she watches my reflection. Lexi is my best friend, my Slut-sister. However, we don’t have the history I have with the other girls. Panicking, my eyes land on Hazel who is still sitting on the bed.

“Hazel peed herself in third grade!” I declare.

“During class?” Lexi asks, her eyes and mouth wide.

“Kayla!” Hazel exclaims angrily. “I didn’t do anything!”

“Sorry, sorry!” I wince, waving my hands in my anxiety. “I panicked.”

“What happened?” Daddy wonders, looking at Hazel.

“I, ah, well, um...” Hazel blushes as she looks around wildly. “In fourth grade Kayla threw up in Marcia’s lunch box and told her it was Ashley!”

“Bitch!” I hiss as Daddy and Lexi laugh.

“Wait. What was wrong with going to the bathroom to throw up?” Daddy asks.

“Hazel was so nervous during her first kiss she farted! Loudly,” I reply, once again diverting the attention from me.

“You swore you’d never tell anyone about that!” Hazel gasps, slamming her fist down onto the bed while still clenching the hairbrush.

“Maybe we should just change the subject?” Daddy suggests.

“No way, this is great!” Lexi chirps, turning around to watch us. “Your turn, Hazel.”

“Um, I’m not sure,” Hazel mumbles.

“Okay, I win. Let’s move on,” I say quickly. “Ready to go to breakfast, Daddy?”

“Wait, wait!” Hazel exclaims, gesturing with the hairbrush. “Ah, when we were six Kayla got a bee sting in her lady parts!”

“I did,” I acknowledge.

“How does that happen?” Lexi wonders.

“Oh yeah, I remember that,” Daddy nods. “Aria and I took the kids swimming at the lake. They changed into bathing suits in stalls. We left our clothes out on the grass while we were swimming. A bee must have landed on them, so when Kayla went into the stall to change she got stung.”

“Ouch. That must have hurt,” Lexi winces with sympathy.

“Mommy looked at me in the bathroom. It was so humiliating,” I explain, making a disgusted face as I remember.

“At least your parents are cool,” Hazel points out. “I wouldn’t have trusted my mom enough to look down there.”

“Was it always so bad?” Daddy inquires, looking at Hazel in concern. “I know they were tough, but they seemed to take good care of you.”

“They had standards I was expected to live up to. Or else,” Hazel rolls her eyes. “Then they dumped the kids on me while they worked. Fine, they needed money, I get that. Life’s a bitch. Still, I always got the feeling they never really wanted kids. They just felt having us was expected of them.”

“That’s horrible!” I gasp. I can’t imagine not feeling wanted. Every day I know how much Daddy loves me.

“How are things for your brothers now?” Daddy asks.

“Okay, I think,” Hazel answers. “Our parents gave Scott his phone back. They probably know I’m going to see my brothers, but there isn’t much they can do. They’ll be working. I can’t wait to see all three of them today. They’ll be at our grandmother’s.”

“That’s good,” Lexi speaks up.

“Are your parents still going to that new church?” I wonder.

“Yeah, I think so,” Hazel nods. “Their former pastor actually had the audacity to counsel forgiveness and compassion for me, so they’re never going back there. I don’t want to know what the new one is telling them about me.”

“Probably best not to think about it,” Daddy agrees. “We’ll find a way for your brothers to meet their niece or nephew when the time comes.”

“Thank you,” Hazel smiles softly.

“Did you come up with something to do today, Lexi?” I ask. “Or is Hazel going to go through with tying you to a tree out back?”

“Marcia and Ashley are gonna come over after breakfast,” Lexi answers with an eye roll. “Bitch.”

“Goodbye, house,” Daddy says sadly, looking around the room with an expression of regret.

“Hey!” Lexi exclaims while Hazel and I laugh. “Marcia is very responsible.”

“At least you’re honest about which one of you is most mature,” Daddy smirks.

Hazel and Lexi put on robes so they can head down to breakfast. Daddy and I walk down with them before hugging and kissing the two girls goodbye. Like me, Daddy has an overnight bag with a few essentials, so we’re ready to go! I hop in the passenger seat, smiling widely as Daddy drives us to the restaurant for breakfast.

“Did Lexi do okay at dinner last night?” I ask while we’re eating breakfast at a nice diner. “I know she was nervous.”

“She did very well,” Daddy answers, looking like he’s considering whether or not to tell me something. He comes to a decision a moment later. “Although, we were both a little surprised when Allan and Amanda asked to swing with us.”

“What!” I gasp a little too loudly. Wincing, I lean in and speak softer. “They did what?!”

“They asked to swing with us,” Daddy confirms. “Lexi was surprised it never came up with your mother.”

“I don’t think Hurricane Lexi realizes how much she changes everything around her,” I snort. “That slutty fireball of naked energy makes everyone around her want to strip down and fuck.”

“She certainly did arrive wet and wild,” he laughs before taking a bite of his pancakes.

“Just don’t let her leave with your house and car,” I add with a smirk.

“How do you know that joke, young lady?” Daddy asks with fake sternness.

“Your little girl is far from innocent,” I husk.

“A father does not need to think about such things,” he tells me.

“I thought you liked the wet and wild side of me?” I inquire, twirling a lock of raven hair around my finger as I run my foot up his calf.

“Kayla, we’re in public!” Daddy hisses nervously.

“Mm, just wait until we’re alone,” I purr before returning to the topic at hand. “Lexi said no, right? She won’t even let us put a dildo in her, so I can’t imagine her agreeing to a real dick.”

“She suggested having sex in the same room. An exhibitionism thing,” Daddy answers. “Allan and Amanda are coming over for dinner tomorrow. Hazel found out and offered to fuck Allan. So, yeah, Hurricane Lexi. I never would have expected something like that from Hazel six months ago.”

“I think it’ll be good for her,” I say slowly as I think things over.

“Why’s that?” he follows up with.

“Hazel needs to realize that she’s family,” I explain. “She’s not just a friend or some girl you stuck your cock in. I’m sick of her going on and on about needing to pull her weight and not accept our help. We’re her family. Allan and Amanda are married, they’re the most important people in each other’s lives. Hazel being the one to swap with you elevates her to family. She isn’t just some girl filling a spot, she’s special. Someone special enough for that unique experience with the four of you.”

“When did you get to be so wise?” Daddy smiles at me. “And Hazel herself observed something similar. I wish I could do even more to convince her that we’re not going to throw her away. She’s part of our lives forever.”

“Maybe you can,” I reply while lifting my coffee cup to my lips.

“You have something in mind?” he inquires.

“You could get her a promise ring,” I suggest after taking a sip of coffee.

“Ugh, I hate promise rings,” Daddy grunts. “They’re basically a pre-engagement ring. What’s next? A pre-promise ring? Where does it stop?”

“They’re not just about romance, old man,” I giggle. “It’s a promise. What promise you make depends on the two people in the relationship. It doesn’t have to be romantic. Love. Loyalty. You can promise to always be there for Hazel and the baby. Tell her the truth; even if she falls in love and marries someone else, you’ll still be a father to that baby. Even if it’s obvious you aren’t the biological father you won’t love that baby any less.”

“When you put it that way maybe I should,” he frowns, clearly deep in thought.

“You definitely should!” I insist. “There’s a jewelry store in the mall. I’ll help you pick it out. You can even buy me something as a thank you.”

“Oh, I can?” Daddy rolls his eyes before continuing. “I don’t know Hazel’s ring size.”

“We can figure that out,” I answer, pulling out my phone. “Hazel doesn’t wear her class ring and she already left for her grandmother’s. I’ll have Lexi find it and measure it with some online guide or something.”

“Did she get her class ring sized to her ring finger?” he asks.

“No idea,” I shake my head while typing on my phone. “Hazel has thin fingers. It’ll be close enough.”

Daddy pulls out his own phone while I text with Lexi. The redhead agrees that a promise ring is a great idea, although she seems a little apprehensive about Daddy giving one to another girl. I reassure her that Daddy loves her and he isn’t going anywhere.

We finish our meal and Daddy pays. Slinging my purse over my shoulder, I walk next to him as we leave the diner and make our way back to the car. Daddy opens the passenger side door, holding it for me and gesturing for me to get in. So sweet!

“Okay,” Daddy says while holding the car door. “A couple of quick stops before we go to the mall? Then we’ll decide what to do with the rest of the day?”

“Yes,” I agree with a nod. “Who were you talking to earlier?”

“Stacey,” he replies. “Just some work stuff.”

“I hope you told her to bring aspirin to work tomorrow,” I giggle. “Lexi is gonna be climbing the walls.”

“Lexi will be fine,” Daddy chuckles, resting his elbows on the door.

“Right! April gave you the green light to nail Stacey,” I say, my face lighting up. “Threesome in your office?”

“I doubt it,” he shakes his head. “There will be other people working, Kayla. Besides, I’m not sure April will be okay with sharing Stacey with Lexi just yet.”

“Shame,” I shrug. “Hey! Maybe Stacey can bring April to the office. You’re bringing Lexi. You can call it ‘bring your slutty girlfriend to work day.’”

“I think April has to work,” Daddy chuckles, shaking his head.

“That sucks,” I respond. Then I notice Daddy looks upset, like he’s deep in thought. “Is something wrong?”

“I’ve just been thinking a lot lately,” Daddy responds after looking around to make sure no one is close enough to hear us. “Maybe April’s right to be against our sexual relationship.”

“Well, it does make sense,” I mumble, my heart racing as terror of where this conversation is going fills me, “considering what happened to her.”

“Right, that does explain why she had such an intense reaction,” he agrees calmly. “She still has a point. I’m your father, it’s my job to raise you and take care of you. Not take advantage of you.”

“You’re not taking advantage of me,” I state firmly. “You’re an amazing father who takes great care of me. I went after you and nothing happened before I was eighteen.”

“I’m still the parent. I’m responsible,” Daddy counters, looking at me seriously. “Most people would be as repulsed as April was. It is very illegal.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s wrong,” I mumble, feeling my eyes start to water. “Daddy...”

Please. Please don’t stop this. I need it. I need you. You’re the most important person in my life. You love me so much. I know you would die for me without a second thought. You’re my father and my mother. My friend. My lover. I want to make love with you for the rest of my life. My mouth opens and closes several times as I try to voice these thoughts.

“You’re right. Just because something is illegal doesn’t mean it’s wrong,” he agrees, looking heartbroken. “There are a lot of crazy laws out there. And I know this is not the best place to talk about this, but I’ve been thinking about it for awhile. I know it’s way too late to pretend to be noble now, and I don’t want to cheapen our bond. It’s amazing. It’s perfect. I love you, Kayla.”

I start moving as the tears begin running down my cheeks. Rushing around the car door, I throw my arms around Daddy, hugging him tightly. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly. I melt into his embrace, shivering slightly as I do everything I can to lose myself in his feel, his scent, his warmth. His love.

“Please, Daddy. Please,” I sob into his chest.

“You’re an adult, getting ready to start your own life,” he points out. “I just don’t want your life to be ruined before it even starts by a public allegation.”

“I don’t want to stop. Ever,” I sniffle.

“I know, baby girl,” Daddy whispers, kissing the top of my head while burying a hand in my hair. “I don’t either.”

“We don’t have to!” I exclaim, pulling back slightly so I can look up at him with a tear-streaked face. “The people who know won’t tell anyone. We’ll be more careful so no one else finds out.”

“I’m not saying we have to stop completely,” he says softly as his hands reach up to gently brush away my tears. “Not yet, at least.”

“What are you saying?” I wonder, my green eyes shimmering as I gaze at Daddy’s handsome face.

“We have to be careful. We, I have been too sloppy,” Daddy answers after looking around again to make sure there is no one in the parking lot who is paying attention to us. “I didn’t think anything of kissing you when I knew April was around. Someone who didn’t know about us.”

“So, what do we do?” I ask, unsure how to feel.

“We need to have rules, and we need to stick with them.” he explains. “No playing with anyone around who we don’t intimately trust or who doesn’t already know our secret.”

“I guess that makes sense,” I nod reluctantly. “What if we’re involved in some group play time?”

“As long as they’re not strangers, we can do that,” Daddy confirms. “I’m sorry, I just want to do what’s best for you.”

“I understand,” I tell him. “I love you, Daddy. I do want to keep making love with you, but I understand not everyone would accept it. As long as you aren’t cutting me off completely, I’m okay.”

“Good,” he smiles.

“Uh, Daddy?” I ask with a small grin.

“Yes?” he replies.

“Is where we’re going today a place where no one knows we’re related?” I lick my lips seductively.

“Why, yes. Yes, it is,” Daddy smirks before kissing my forehead. “Now, get in the car. We have things to do.”

Daddy and I don’t talk much as he drives down the street. I don’t ever want to lose him. I can’t ever lose him. I know that I’m growing up, and I’ll eventually move out and start my own life. Maybe I’m being childish and codependent, but I’m not ready. I’m not. I’m not going to get a dorm room; I’m staying with Daddy.

It works out, anyway. Daddy and Hazel will need someone to babysit, to change dirty diapers, to just give them a break. To reign in Hurricane Lexi. My relationship with Daddy may include sex, but it isn’t about sex. It’s about so much more. Our family is unusual, but there is so much love here. The future is terrifying, but I know we’ll meet it together.

“What are we doing here?” I frown when Daddy parks the car at a flower shop.

“I just need to get something real quick,” he answers, unbuckling his seat belt. “I’ll be right back.”

I watch as Daddy disappears through the front door of the flower shop before shrugging and taking out my phone. Social media is very active with most of my friends posting about what they are doing in the week before graduation. Lots of parties, beach time, and dating.

“What’s that for?” I ask, turning around to watch as Daddy places a basket with orange chrysanthemums in the backseat.

“You’ll see,” Daddy replies before shutting the door and coming up front.

“You’re being weird,” I comment while Daddy gets up front and starts the car.

“Yup,” he smirks, putting the car in reverse and backing out.

Rolling my eyes, I return my attention to my phone. I poke Hazel while checking her profile, noticing that a few people are commenting on her page to ask if she’s really pregnant. There’s no response from Hazel. I know people are reaching out to her privately as well. Just what she needs.

Sighing, I look up as Daddy pulls into the cemetery. My heart drops. Father-daughter day. Of course we’re coming here. I can’t believe I’m so stupid and just realizing it. Now I understand why Daddy’s being quiet. We’re here to visit Mommy.

A thin film of tears covers my eyes as Daddy parks the car in the right spot. I can see it from here; Mommy’s headstone. Letting out a breath, I unbuckle my seat belt and get out of the car. Daddy takes the flowers out of the back before joining me.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice thick with emotion.

“I think so,” I mumble.

“Sorry, maybe I should have just told you,” Daddy winces, his hands tight around the flower basket.

“Afraid I’d chicken out on coming if you did?” I wonder.

“Or I would,” he answers.

By unspoken agreement, Daddy and I start walking toward Mommy’s headstone. The grass is long, and I can feel it tickling my feet as we approach. Tears start to run down my cheeks while I watch Daddy place the flowers down. He stands up and presses two fingers to his lips before placing them against the top of the headstone.

“Hi, Mommy,” I say in a small voice as Daddy stands beside me and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

The tears continue to flow as I look at the beautiful headstone. I miss her. I miss my mother so fucking much. Yet, she’s gone forever. Daddy and I walk around to the back of the headstone where her name is listed. The writing proves the sad reality. Aria Thomson: 31 October, 1984 – 13 October, 2014

I start to sob when I see the second line. Steven Thomson: 29 September, 1984 -

“W-why is your name there?” I stammer, unable to think straight.

“It’s always been there, honey,” Daddy answers in a confused voice.

“But, why?” I wonder, my mouth dry.

“I know it’s kind of morbid, but it’s normal to have the name of a spouse added like that,” he explains. “Despite how often you girls joke about my age, it’ll hopefully be a long, long time before you need to worry about it.”

“No!” I screech, falling to my knees while clenching my head in both hands. I shake my head back and forth as my fingers dig into my scalp. “No, no, no, no, no!”

I can hear Daddy’s voice calling my name but he sounds so far away. Even when he kneels beside me and hugs me tightly I can still barely hear him. My entire body is shaking as I break down into uncontrollable sobs. It’s too much. I can’t breathe, I can’t think.

Memories of just after Mommy’s death rush through my mind. The crying, the heartbreak, the night terrors. I remember waking up screaming. They get better over time, but I still have the occasional nightmare. Even now. I remember a very recent dream of Daddy dying. No. He can’t die. He can’t ever die.

“Kayla! Kayla?” Daddy whispers urgently as he holds me close.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, finally able to calm down while in the safety of his arms.

“It’s okay, I’m the one who should be sorry,” he replies, kissing the top of my head. “We shouldn’t have come here. I’m an idiot.”

“W-where am I supposed to be?” I ask with a frown, looking from the headstone to Daddy. “Where will I be buried? What about Lexi?”

“Let’s not worry about that right now, okay?” Daddy asks while helping me to my feet. “We should get going. I’m sorry I brought you here.”

“N-no,” I shake my head slightly as I struggle to gather my thoughts. “It’s a good idea. I want to visit Mommy.”

Daddy and I stand over Mommy’s grave in silence as I gather myself. Definitely not the best start to father-daughter day, but coming here is the right decision. I’m graduating high school and I need to see my mother. I hope she’s proud of me. I hope she’s proud of us, too.

“I know it’s not what people would expect, but Daddy and I have each other, Mommy. REALLY have each other,” I whisper as I put my hand on the stone. “It will always hurt, but we’ll be okay. I hope that’s okay with you.”

The wind is picking up and I can feel the soft summer breeze on my face. It’s probably my imagination, but as the wind blows, it feels like the way Mommy used to stroke my hair every morning. It feels like she’s really with us. And all I feel is love.

I look at Daddy. There’s a look of surprise, followed by joy, followed by his tears falling. He pulls me to him, both of us completely lost in the moment. His lips brush mine, but it’s not a passionate, sexy kiss. It’s one of love. Comfort. Connection. Promise. Hope.

Joy.

“We should probably get going,” Daddy says a little while later as we kneel on the grass beside the headstone.

“Bye, Mommy,” I smile softly while standing up. Reaching out, I gently caress the headstone. “Next time maybe we’ll bring Lexi so you can meet her.”

“That would be nice,” Daddy agrees while also standing up and touching the stone.

“Just a warning, Mommy, Lexi’s kinda crazy,” I giggle. “We’ll make sure she keeps her shirt on at least.”

“I’ll bring some aspirin for your mother,” Daddy chuckles.

To try and relax, I use the 5-4-3-2-1 method from therapy while Daddy drives. Then I take out my phone to check my texts. Stephanie sends a picture of her and Ian posing. There’s another picture from Hazel of her with her brothers. They look happy. Lexi texts me that Marcia and Ashley are at the mansion, but the redhead is not happy. Apparently, Melissa is there as well.

Kayla: I guess you’ll have to learn to have fun while keeping your clothes on! ;P

Lexi: Bitch.

Ashley: I’m sorry! She wouldn’t stop whining to my parents until they made me take her!

Marcia: It’s fine. Melissa’s not so bad.

Ashley: Fine. The two of you can nerd out someplace else!

Nicole: Just have fun. I’m sure Melissa is just happy to be included. :)

Kayla: Remember to not leave Melissa alone with Lexi. She’s a bad influence.

Lexi: Shouldn’t you be busy with father-daughter day?

Kayla: Right! Later, bitches!

Hazel: Will you sluts please shut up? I’m trying to give Daniel a noogie over here!

Marcia: That’s so mean!

Ashley: Tell him to give you a wedgie from me!

Lexi: Make sure it’s an atomic wedgie. You have to get the underwear over her head.

Hazel: I’m pregnant!

Lexi: So? The baby’s not in your ass-crack, you can still get a wedgie. Nice try.

Nicole: I’m silencing my phone.

Giggling while shaking my head, I place my phone back in my purse as Daddy parks in the mall lot. It’s summer vacation, so there are a good amount of teenagers here. Daddy and I walk through the mall as we make our way to the jewelry store. We decide to stop here first in case the ring he picks out needs to be resized.

The Jewelry Box is a very, very expensive high-end jewelry store. There are only a couple of customers, each one being helped by an employee as they look into glass display cases. An attractive blonde with a big, friendly smile approaches us when we walk in and asks how she can help.

“Daddy knocked up one of my best friends,” I speak up before Daddy can respond. He sighs as I point to him with my thumb. “He needs to buy her a promise ring so she knows he’ll be there for the baby.”

“Kayla!” Daddy hisses, glaring at me.

“Daddy, huh? No need to embarrassed,” the jewelry associate smiles. “You wouldn’t believe some of the stories I’ve heard for why guys are looking for jewelry.”

“Like what?” I ask, leaning forward with interest.

“Oh, that would probably not be appropriate to discuss,” the blonde deflects. “Was there a design you had in mind for the ring?”

The blonde jewelry associate is very pretty with high cheekbones and cute dimples when she smiles. I’m guessing she’s about twenty. She’s dressed professionally in a skirt and blazer. Her hair is in a tight bun at the back of her head and she has lovely green eyes.