Chapter 1

I heard a sound from the direction of the bedroom door. I looked that way.

I stared.

There she was, school uniform and all.

Her shining auburn hair hung in two pigtails. Her white blouse was modest but flattering. Her plaid skirt stopped just above her knee. White stockings otulined her slender calves from just below the knee, leading the eye downward to patent-leather mary janes.

I found myself remembering the old theory that girls wearing skirts shouldn't wear patent-leather shoes because it would reflect...

She had her school blazer slung carelessly over one shoulder.

At first, she wasn't looking my way, and I could just sit quietly there, gazing at this vision of teenage loveliness.

Then she glanced my way; her eyes widened with amazement, and in a moment she had dropped the blazer in the middle of the floor and was hurrying toward me.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed. "It's you! It's really you! I haven't seen you in years and years and Mommy said that I'd never see you again because you didn't love me or her and that's why you got divorced and I was so ashamed and I felt dirty and..."

With a sudden squeak of dismay she tripped on the pattern in the carpet -- at least that's the onlyh thing I could see to trip over on the perfectly-clean carpet. (I was briefly reminded of a "Wizard of Id" strip where the jester slips on a carrot and then explains that he had to -- bananas were out of season.)

Long legs and arms flailing coltishly, she pitched forward toward me. Instinctively i half-rose from the chair, reaching out to catch her.

She bumped solidly into me, causing me to drop back into the chair.

With the breath half knocked out of me, I grabbed at her, as much to keep myself and the chair from pitching over backward as to steady her.

When everything seemed stable again, I realised that I was sitting in the easy chair, that she had somehow flopped into my lap and had one foot on the floor and the other leg draped over the arm of the chair. Her skirt had ridden almost up to oned hip, and i caught a glimpse of white cotton panties.

Embarrassed, I looked up, and realised that the top buttons of her blouse had somehow come undone and that I could see her rather low-cut bra and a little of the curve of one modest but undeniably feminine breast.

I became aware that in catching her, I had somehow managed to wind up with one hand on her leg, just above the knee... and also of the fact that her bottom was pressed solidly into my lap, and that, whatever I felt that I ought to be thinking or not thinking, my cock was reacting to the firm warm flesh it touched through just a few thin layers of cloth.

I jerked my eyes up to her face -- she was looking at me in a puzzled way; as my semi-erection became a bit less semi-, she moved a bit, as if to find a more comfortable position. My traitorous cock happily slipped over just a bit to nestle into the warm gap between her cheeks.

Cheeks flaming, I jerked my eyes off her face, which wasn't much better, as I found myself staring downward at my hand on her smooth thigh and the fully-revealed curve of her pantie-covered mound.

With surprise, I realised that there was writing on the front of her panties; despite myself, I read it: "I (little red heart) My Daddy", it said.

Little Jimmy was impressed with that, stiffening a bit more in his warm nest between her cheeks.

Surprised, I looked up again, and found myself transfixed by her direct gaze, eyes wide and pupils dilated. She moistened her lips with a little pink tonguetip, then looked downward herself, my gaze moving with hers.

She reached out and grasped my hand where it rested just above her knee, lifting it from her flesh. With relief, I realised that soon we would be apologising to each other for this embarrassing moment, and then we could go on with the evening.

Except that instead of pushing it away, she raised my hand and pressed it firmly to the warm sioft surface of her inner leg, right next to that cotton-covered mound, then began moving it gently back and forth, stroking her own thigh with my hand.