Chapter 3

Jack found himself agonizing over Ronni once more. When she asked him during their forbidden chat session if he wanted to fuck her, Jack couldn't get his brain around the words at first. "I'm asking if you wanna fuck me." He was bewildered. Part of him wanted to drive to Ronni's house, sneak into her bedroom and screw her all night. He quickly reminded himself that she was the same age as his own daughter Emily. And even though he had never met Ronni's parents, he figured he himself might not like it all that much if Ronni's father sneaked into his house and fucked Emily all night. The very thought gave him a chill. As did the next, which was that if he actually followed through on what Ronni was asking ... if he actually had sex with her ... his entire life could be ruined.

"But I want her so badly," Jack thought to himself.

He had exited the chat session with Ronni as graciously as he could, without directly responding to her question. He told himself in the coming days that maybe she didn't really mean it literally. Maybe she meant, did he want to fuck her online ... more cybersex. While he still felt guilty about that, the thought felt a whole lot safer than the possibility of doing anything in the real world.

Jack purposely stayed logged out of his instant message program for the rest of the week. He was thankful that, not only did Emily not bring Ronni for a visit, but Ronni sent no more emails with pictures of herself. Of course, he did have occasion to look at those she had already sent several times, which included giving himself a couple of serious hand-jobs while gazing at those fabulous, fully exposed big breasts. He knew how risky it was to keep that picture in particular, but Jack just couldn't make himself delete it.

Almost certain that the Ronni incident had passed, Jack allowed himself to relax a bit. Then the weekend arrived. And so did Ronni. Emily brought her home unannounced, stating immediately that she would be sleeping over. Jack acted politely toward Ronni, wanting to make sure that neither his daughter nor his wife Brooke witnessed any sort of flirtation. But he needn't have worried, because Ronni acted totally nonchalantly. She paid so little attention to Jack that he felt slightly let down. But all-in-all, he was relieved and more hopeful than ever that nothing further would happen in his dangerous interaction with his daughter's underage friend.

Of course, when things seem too good to be true, that is often in fact the case. At 1 a.m. Jack was awakened by the text message notification that dinged on his cell phone, which he usually kept next to his bed at night. Dragging himself from sleep, he groped for the phone and finally found it. He was briefly blinded by the surprisingly bright light of the display, then he regained focus enough to see the words, "You have 1 new text message".

"What the hell?" Jack said to himself. "Great. A wrong number at this hour."

Jack pressed the button that would show him the message.

"get on your computer ill im you" It was from Ronni.

He was felt annoyed, apprehensive and exhilarated all at once. But Jack's logical brain took over and he reasoned that it would be a terrible idea to comply with Ronni's request. After all, she was in his house, with his daughter. What if Emily was there with her and this was a set-up? What if Brooke woke up and wondered where he had gone, then she caught him on his computer? Several minutes went by as Jack's mind thought through all the very good reasons he should turn his phone off and go back to sleep. Then his phone vibrated. This time he was able to push the button before it made another audible announcement of a text. He wanted to turn the phone off without reading the message. But just like the draw of Ronni's sexy pictures, the knowledge that she was communicating with him had too strong a pull. He made the click that would show him her entreaty.

"daddy jack em's totally asleep i have my computer in my lap and i want you - oops ;-) i want to talk to you giggle"

Jack's rational mind was instantly pummeled by his suddenly super-charged libido. The thrill of the moment took over and he was downstairs, sitting at his desk in a flash. Seconds after his browser opened, a message from ronnibrat appeared.

ronnibrat: daddy jack? r u there?

Jack felt a stirring in his lap as he reached for the keyboard in order to respond to ronnibrat.

daddyjack: Ronni - what are you doing?

ronnibrat: what? i wanted to talk to you

daddyjack: You're in my house ... with Emily! It's one in the morning.

ronnibrat: she's asleep big time i was bored don't you want to talk to me :-(

daddyjack: Of course I want to talk to you. It's just...

ronnibrat: you do? yayyyy lmao

daddyjack: But, Ronni, where is Em?

ronnibrat: asleep on the floor next to the couch trust me daddy j she's sound asleep

daddyjack: Well, I guess it's o.k. for a few minutes.

ronnibrat: goodie! have u been thinking about me?

daddyjack: Well, you know, Ronni ... I'm pretty busy a lot of the time.

ronnibrat: liar LOL

daddyjack: Fine. Yes, Ronni. I've thought about you a few times.

Jack figured that Ronni probably knew full well the extent of his dishonesty, since he had thought of her constantly since their online tryst.

ronnibrat: did u have fun with me?

daddyjack: Ronni, I really can't talk about that anymore.

ronnibrat: y

daddyjack: For the same reasons I told you before.

ronnibrat: but that was before u made me cum and i made u cum

Jack felt a throb as his penis neared full erection and threatened to poke out from the front of his pajamas.

daddyjack: I know.

ronnibrat: doesn't that change things?

daddyjack: Well, it shouldn't.

ronnibrat: but it does, right?

daddyjack: Ronni...

ronnibrat: did u think about what i asked?

Once again, Jack was fully aware that he had pondered her question hundreds of times in the previous week. She had asked if he wanted to fuck her.

ronnibrat: tell the truth daddy jack

daddyjack: Of course I did.

ronnibrat: and?

daddyjack: Ronni, you can't be serious about that.

ronnibrat: yep so what did u think about it?

daddyjack: Among many things, I thought about how wrong it would be.

ronnibrat: :-( no fun

daddyjack: What am I supposed to do with you, Ronni?

ronnibrat: how about ... anything u want

Jack's dick was now standing at full attention.

daddyjack: What do you mean, Ronni?

ronnibrat: just what i said u can do anything ill do anything u want me to

daddyjack: Do you even know what you're saying?

ronnibrat: duh! YES! do you?

daddyjack: Of course I do.

ronnibrat: what

daddyjack: What do you mean, what?

ronnibrat: i mean, what am i asking you?

daddyjack: Ronni...

ronnibrat: do

daddyjack: Ronni, seriously now

ronnibrat: you

daddyjack: This isn't funny anymore

ronnibrat: want

daddyjack: Ronni, please

ronnibrat: 2

daddyjack: please

ronnibrat: fuck

daddyjack: ronni

ronnibrat: me?

Jack could barely breathe. This gorgeous young girl that he wanted so badly was offering herself to him ... for real. He wondered for a second if she meant it. Only for a second. He knew she meant it. But did she mean now? Shit! She was in his house. She was sitting down in the basement by his sleeping daughter. His sleeping wife was just one floor above. He could go to jail! Jack was frozen in place. Sweat gathered on his forehead. His dick was as hard as he could ever remember it being. Ronni broke his daze.

ronnibrat: daddy jack?

daddyjack: I'm still here, Ronni.

ronnibrat: well i won't be for long

daddyjack: What do you mean?

ronnibrat: ima go to ems room so meet me there

daddyjack: What?

Jack waited for a response from Ronni. He quickly read her last words over and over. Did she really mean that?

daddyjack: Ronni?

daddyjack: You're not really ... Ronni?

A small creak in the floor outside his office made Jack jump. Then he thought he heard a similar sound on one of the stairs. Ronni was indeed going to Emily's room.

"Oh fuck, no!" Jack said emphatically to himself.

He hit the x in the corner of the instant message window and nearly leaped from his chair on his way to the door. Knowing better than to fling it open and bolt up the stairs, he did his best to be as fast but quiet as possible. Jack knew he couldn't be far behind Ronni, but when he got to the stairs he didn't see or hear anything. He ascended as stealthily as he could, stopping again at the top to look and listen. All the bedroom doors were closed, including Emily's, which had been open when he went downstairs. He was sure Ronni was there.

Jack opened his daughter's bedroom door and in the dim light of the moon, saw the silhouette of a girl in her bed. It was too dark for his eyes to make out all of her features, but he was certain it wasn't Emily. The two girls were not only built differently, but Ronni's dark curly hair was an obvious contrast to Emily's straight, strawberry blonde locks. Jack closed the door behind him, still maintaining quiet.

As he neared the bed, Jack saw a pile on the floor. A second later he realized it must be Ronni's pajamas. She was in Emily's bed, naked under the covers. A split second after this thought registered, the covers of the bed were pulled back. A clear invitation to him.

"Come on," came the whisper from the bed. "Get undressed."

Jack attempted to form the words, "I can't." But hard as he tried, he couldn't get them to come out of his mouth. Frozen again, Jack stood and stared. His eyes were adjusting and he could now begin to see Ronni's form in his daughter's bed. The young girl he had lusted after was now naked before him. Reason said to run. Desire said to dive in. Desire won the battle.

In a flash Jack dropped his pajama bottoms and pulled off his t-shirt. In another instant he was accepting Ronni's invitation. He felt her gasp slightly at how quickly he got into bed and took her into his arms. His lust had taken over. He had been teased and taunted for long enough. He would now have what he wanted so badly. Jack pulled Ronni to him and began kissing her face as he pulled her on top of him. He held her close as his hands roamed over her back, shoulders and ass. She was so soft and so warm. And so willing. Ronni eagerly returned Jack's embrace and his kisses.

"Daddy Jack!" she whispered in his ear. "I can't believe you came here."

"I can't either," he whispered back.

"I guess that answers my question," she said with a little giggle.

"What?"

Jack had his hands in Ronni's thick hair and was kissing her neck hungrily.

"I guess you want to fuck me."

"Right. Give me these tits."