Chapter 9

Amber emailed me later and said she had arranged a place for us to meet. I pretty much knew where it was, address-wise ... not terribly far from home. I hadn't quite figured what she was up to (other than wanting to get fucked). As I neared the location I saw that it was a section of very nice townhomes. The garage door of one was open and I saw Amber inside, beckoning me in. I had no idea whose place it was nor how she had gotten in. I drove in and rolled down my window.

"Amber, where are we?" I asked. "Whose place is this?" She was wearing jeans and a light colored windbreaker. She looked absolutely adorable, as always.

"Hi Daddy Frank!" She leaned into the window and gave me a kiss full on the mouth. I figured that must mean she was confident no one else was around ... I hoped.

"Amber, Sweetheart ... whose townhome is this?" She pulled keys out of her pocket. There was a small paper tag attached to them with a string. Amber read the info out loud.

"David and Sally Simons." She flashed me one of her most seductive smiles.

"Who are they?"

"The people who own this place," She said, followed by a giggle.

"But Amber ... Oh, I think I get it." She just stared at me, smiling, leaning into the car window. "Is your mom the agent for this place? Is this a property she's selling?" It hadn't dawned on me that Amber's mom is a real estate agent. There was no For Sale sign on the lawn to tip me off.

"Yes, she's the agent."

"Well, Sweetheart, how did you get the keys?"

"Mom keeps them all in a big key case."

"Amber, what if the owners come here? Or what if your mother shows it today? Won't she miss the keys?" Amber gave me a sly little wink.

"She has them divided up. This is one of the ones where the people who own it moved to another state." She looked proud at having thought through this so well. "And my mom is out shopping with the rest of the fam. So I know she's not showing anything today."

I had to admit, Amber had in fact done a good job figuring this out on her own. Seeming satisfied that all was a go, she moved away from my car door to let me get out. She walked over to the wall and hit the button to close the garage door. I can't deny that the thrill I felt knowing I would be alone with this gorgeous young creature that I had fantasized about for so long. I closed my car door and walked over to her.

"You really are determined, aren't you, Amber?" I moved close to her as I said this. She smiled and her eyes lit up as she nodded her head. I absolutely had to kiss her right then ... and I did. She eagerly returned my embrace. We stood there for a minute kissing. I was instantly hard and couldn't wait to see what happened next. I wondered if I should be taking the lead, but I didn't have to. I should have known. Amber opened the inside door, took my hand and led me into the vacant townhouse.

The Simons' place was nicely furnished, polished up for showing, and blissfully empty. I don't know if Amber had been there already, but she acted as though she had. She continued leading me into a spacious family room with dark red leather furniture.

"Sit down, Daddy Frank." It was more of a request than a demand. I gladly obliged. Amber unzipped her windbreaker, revealing a pink tank top with two big, red cherries on the front. Ironic, I thought, as this sexpot hadn't had her cherry for a while. Regardless, she looked delectable. She tossed the jacket aside and joined me on the couch. Well, actually, she straddled me on the couch. I immediately put my hands on her back and pulled her close for more kisses. She embraced me and silently encouraged me to kiss her neck.

"MMmmmm ... Amber ... you are so fucking adorable. I'm so glad you thought of this. I can't wait to fuck you."

"Me too, Daddy Frank." Amber was speaking more softly than usual. I wasn't sure what was up. Her demeanor had changed slightly. Did I offend her with what I said? Hell, she was the one who wanted me to come here, to do just that. She kissed me more slowly, less urgently. Clearly something was on her mind.

"Are you O.K. Honey?" She looked me in the eyes as she spoke.

"Oh, yea, Daddy Frank. I'm fine. I'm great. But there's something I wanted to ask you to do for me." I couldn't imagine what it might be, but I figured if it was anything short of murder, I was going to do it.

"Sure Amber, Sweetie. What is it?" She seemed so serious all of a sudden.

"Well, do you remember when we were all together at your house that night?"

"Of course I do."

"You remember when I was with my daddy and he was calling me his little whore and everything?"

"Sure." I had no idea what she was getting at, but I certainly remember what she was describing ... I remembered it quite well. "What about it, Honey?"

"Well, I totally love that. I love acting like a little slut and I loved being that way with my daddy when we were all playing. It was awesome when he did it to me that way and I really wanted to be his little whore. But..."

"What is it Amber? You can tell me. It's O.K."

"After we we were done, we came over to see what you and Dylan were doing." I remembered well what Dylan and I were doing.

"I remember, Sweetheart. We didn't know you were there for a few minutes."

"I know. I loved seeing you with her that way. It wasn't like you were fucking your little whore. It was like you were ... making love to her. And not like she was a whore." She furrowed her brow as she stared at me. This tentative side of Amber was something I had never seen before.

"Yea, I remember that. I didn't want to go to fast. I had never even thought about Dylan in that way before. So when in the matter of a single day I went from seeing her naked as a teen to actually doing it with her, I didn't want it to freak either of us out. It's not like with you because..." I paused, not sure if I should go on.

"What, Daddy Frank? What do you mean, it wasn't like with me?" Amber looked slightly worried, as if I was about to say something hurtful to her.

"Well, Amber. Like I said, I hadn't ever thought about my daughter in that way. But ... well, I had thought about you that way many times."

"You did? Really? About me?" Her mood seemed to change instantly. "How long did you think about me like that? Like, sexually, right? Is that what you mean?" I couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, Amber Sweetie. Sexually. Uh ... how long? I, uh ... Well..." Amber's sly grin returned to her sweet face.