Chapter 7: DeeDee

Monday, December 18th
Dave was up and off to work the next day just like normal. He still had what had happened between he and Emily on his mind but he managed to push it to the back of his mind while he was working. Traffic was terrible on the way home because it had started snowing, though only lightly, about an hour before and, like every winter, people seemed to have forgotten how to drive in the snow.

When Dave did pull up in front of his apartment building he couldn't help but notice the big candy-apple-red pick-up truck sitting in the second space assigned to his apartment. He parked and stepped out of his car. Only then did he realize that someone had been sitting in the truck and that someone had now turned off the engine and stepped out to meet him.

It was a young woman wearing a calf-length dark blue wool coat with a red, yellow and green toboggan cap pulled down over her head and ears. The girl came around the truck and met Dave just as he stepped on the sidewalk.

"You're David Bernard, right?" she asked with a pretty smile.

"Do I know you?" Dave asked, fearing she was there to serve him some court papers that would tell him Rebecca was trying to cut his visitation rights back even more than they already were.

"No. We've never met but I've heard quite a bit about you."

The girl had had both hands stuffed into the pockets of her coat. She now pulled one out and Dave noticed that she was wearing a green children's mitten. In her hand was an envelope. He took the envelope and looked at it.

It was a regular looking envelope. He flipped it over and saw, "Read this, Daddy," written in red ink. He recognized it as Emily's handwriting.

"You're a friend of Emily's?"

"More like acquaintances. We run in different circles. She told me to tell you to read the letter first."

"Let's go upstairs. Get out of this cold."

Dave waved for the girl to follow him. He led her into the apartment building and up the stairs to his second floor apartment. He unlocked the door and allowed the young woman to go in first. He flipped on the light as he went in and removed his coat.

"I don't know what's going on here but feel free to take off your coat."

"Thank you," the girl said and pulled the toboggan cap off her head showing off collar length brown hair and a very pretty face.

Dave hung his coat up in the closet and then tore the envelope open to find out what Emily had going on. He pulled out a single sheet of paper, unfolded it and began to read.

"Daddy, meet DeeDee."

"Are you DeeDee?" Dave asked, looking up from the note.

"That would be me. My real name's Deirdre but not even my mother calls me that."

Dave nodded and turned back to the letter. DeeDee removed her jacket, laid it over the back of his recliner, moved to the sliding glass balcony door, and watched the snowfall.

"DeeDee is the class slut here at the Academy. She's pretty, isn't she?

"Here's the deal, Daddy. Since I can't be there with you to help you pick appropriate girls/women for you to play with I have decided to arrange play dates for you. DeeDee is your first play date. Congratulations!

"I don't want to hear you protest too loudly here. Until you went out and picked up Elizabeth (that was her name, right?), you didn't have a social life. That means except for Elizabeth, and those who came after her, you haven't had sex in over two years. I'm figuring you need a week straight with some sexy young girls in order to catch up. I know you, Daddy. You feel guilty because of what happened this weekend and you're going to let that stop you from using your secret weapon. I'm not going to allow that.

"I already have a girl for every day this week, except Sunday. I'm still working on it though. Give me a few days, I'll find one.

"Anyway, you may use your secret weapon on her if you wish but I really don't think it's necessary. She is the class slut after all. DeeDee has seen you when you've come by the school and has told me she thinks my daddy is really handsome. I told her I agree.

"I figure that if you get used to getting lots of sex, maybe you'll get over this silly guilt thing.

"Now, don't worry. DeeDee may be a slut but she is also very sweet. She never talks, never brags. She's very understated, you might say. I've also made sure she is completely free of all STD's and is on the Pill so you don't have to worry about any of those nasty consequences they always tell us about in sex ed class. All of this will, of course, be true for the girls I send to you in the future as well.

"I have made sure all of the girls understand that this will probably be a one time thing, that this isn't the start of a love affair or a fling or anything like that. I've made it quite clear that it is JUST SEX!!!

"I can't stop you from sending her away BUT if you do, not only will you hurt DeeDee's feelings, you'll make me unhappy as well. Do you want that on your conscience, Daddy? Be happy, Daddy. Spend the evening enjoying DeeDee and tell her to enjoy you. Cum lots for me.

"Love you always and 4ever.

"Your loving (and cute) daughter,

"Emily.

"PS: Daddy, does this make me your pimp? (giggle)"

Dave rolled his eyes, folded up the letter and then looked over at DeeDee. She was wearing very little clothing considering the weather outside. Dave had to admit that if Em was telling the truth about DeeDee being the class slut, DeeDee certainly looked the part. She had on nearly knee-high black boots, a short red plastic mini-skirt, and a white halter top. She stood about five foot seven, had collar length blond hair, and a very pretty face. The red mini-skirt did wonderful things for her perfect little butt and Dave's hardening cock. Dave now understood why she had worn the thick wool coat and why she had stayed in her truck until the last possible moment.

He cleared his throat and DeeDee turned away from the sliding glass door to the balcony and faced him.

"So, you gonna send me away? Emily said you might. Don't worry, I won't cry or put on a big scene if you do. I'll just put my coat on, walk out the door, and go back to my truck. You'll never see or hear from me again."

"I don't know yet. You want something to drink?"

"I'll take a beer or, better yet, a scotch, if you have it."

"How about a soda, juice or milk?"

"Soda sounds good. Anything cola and nothing diet."

Dave nodded and went into the kitchen to get the sodas. He returned and handed DeeDee a can of Coke and opened one for himself.

"May I ask why you're here?"

"Didn't Emily's note explain it?"

Dave nodded. "It told me why she sent you here but I wanna hear it from you. Sit down."

Dave waved her to the couch. He circled the coffee table and sat at one end of the couch as DeeDee took a seat at the other end. She popped open the can of Coke and took a long drink.

"Why am I here?" DeeDee asked. "To have sex with you. Or that's what Emily told me. She said she was being your pimp."

Dave rolled his eyes. "She made the same bad joke in the letter. Why would you agree to this?"

"I like sex," DeeDee said very nonchalantly. "As I see it there's nothing wrong with two consenting adults having sex together just for the fun of it."

"Are you a consenting adult?"

She took another drink of her soda before answering.

"Are you asking me if I'm over eighteen?"

"That's one way to put it."

"No, I'm not. I'm five months and a few days shy of eighteen. Don't worry though, I ain't gonna press charges or anything."

"Why would you agree? We've never even met."

"You're cute and I owed Emily a favor. When she approached me with this idea, I expected her to ask me to deal with some girl who was bothering her or whatever. Instead she asks me to fuck her father. Gotta say, I was shocked."

"But not shocked enough to refuse?"

"At first, I did refuse. But the longer I thought about it, I thought, why am I refusing? I like sex! Emily swore you were clean and nice and she even said you were good in bed. Which, personally, makes me wonder, but to each his or her own. After a few minutes, I thought why not. So I agreed."

"Why did you owe Emily a favor?"

"She came to my defense last year when I was accused of something I didn't do. She was just about the only person in the entire school who stood up for me. I don't forget my friends."

"Very noble of you."

"Ain't it though? A noble slut. What a concept?"

"You should write your autobiography. Maybe get a movie deal."

"Not a bad idea. My spelling sucks though. Oh well." DeeDee took another drink and drained the last of the soda from the can. "So, shall we adjourn to the bedroom or do you wanna do it on the couch? Emily told me to do whatever you asked, within reason. I guess that means I should let you pick the place and such."

"DeeDee, to tell you the truth, Emily didn't tell me about any of this. I had no idea she was going to do this. So, you'll have to excuse me if I seem a little behind."

"It's okay. Like I said, if you want me to leave, just say so."

"That's the problem. I don't want you to leave. You're a beautiful young woman." DeeDee fought hard to keep the blush from her face. "And I would love to get you in bed but I'm just not sure I should."

DeeDee stood up, walked over and sat down right beside Dave.

"Why don't we start with something easy. Something legal. Kiss me."

Dave looked at the girl. He had to admit she was a looker and he did want to get her into bed. "What the hell?" Dave thought. He leaned forward, their eyes closed, and their lips met. The kiss was friendly, verging on passionate.

"That was nice."

Dave laughed at the girl's condescending response. "Nice, huh?"

"Yep," DeeDee said nodding. "Nice as in, oh, my mother kisses me like that."

Dave didn't say a word. He brought his hand up, slid it around behind her neck and pulled her head to him.

"That's more like it," she said just before his mouth covered hers and his tongue pushed past her lips.

The kiss was long and hot and passionate. By the time they came up for air, DeeDee was laid back on the couch with Dave leaning over her.

"I don't mind if you fuck me right here. I've been fucked on couches quite a bit but a bed might be more comfortable," DeeDee told him, breathless from the kiss.

Dave smiled at the girl and gave her one more quick kiss before standing up. He put his hand out to her. She grasped it and he pulled her up off of the couch and half led, half dragged her into his bedroom. He stopped them both beside his bed and pulled her to him. He then kissed her again, another hot, passionate kiss.

"You wanna undress me or do you wanna watch me undress myself?"

Dave couldn't get over how calm the girl was about all of this. He had known middle-aged women who were not as comfortable with their sexuality as this seventeen year old girl was.

"I'm not sure a woman has ever stripped for me before."

DeeDee didn't need to hear anymore from him. She stepped back and pushed him down on the bed.

"You sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."

Dave slid up until his back was against the wall at the head of the bed. DeeDee moved away from the bed, giving herself some room to move.

"Music would be good, but not necessary," she said.

Dave grabbed the remote from the nightstand beside him and pressed the power button. He quickly hit the buttons that would put the TV on a soft jazz music station.

"Oh, interesting choice. Want it slow, huh?" DeeDee asked with a smile.

As she spoke, she began to move her hips with the music. Her eyes closed as she got into the rhythm of the music. DeeDee's eyes would remain closed the entire time she was dancing.

Continuing to sway to the music, DeeDee's hands roamed up and down her body, caressing herself and moaning at the sensation.

"I've taken quite a few dance classes in my life. Mom started me out in ballet when I was five. Then I moved to tap. Tried clogging for a while. Then one of Mom's boyfriends took me to a club and they taught me to line dance. And I've been in modern dance classes since I started at the Academy. According to rumor the only reason I didn't make it on to the cheer squad was because the captain overruled the others saying she didn't want a slut on her team."