Please Be Mine

“Amy, your father needs to talk to you about something important” announced the text message scrawled across my smartphone display. My fingers casually slid over the hard plastic case with the Playboy bunny icon emblazoned across the hot pink surface and I replied back with a quick “k” which was all my mom really deserved for going to Maui on a business trip of all things and having the gall to not take me with her. God what I wouldn’t have given at that moment to be on some sandy beach, soaking up some rays, drinking a beer like in those commercials or better yet drinking in the site of all those hot surfer boys running out of the wild ocean, their big, speedo covered bulges bobbing up and down as they ran towards me. Oh fuck yeah, totally need to get me some hot surfer boy bulge action. As I left the gym and walked out to my car, my shoulders slumped as the image of wet naked men fluttered away from my brain and was replaced with the awareness of two pimply fifteen year old boys ogling me from across the parking lot, both giving me sly, absurdly confident grins that were hilarious and sad at the same time.“Oh why yes, awkward little cocked boys are a big turn on for me, let’s go fuck on that super sexy BMX bicycle you got for your birthday last year. How late does your mommy let you stay out?” I thought to myself. I needed to remind myself not to be such a bitch, even in my own head. But seriously what the fuck are these guys thinking? Ok, I’ll admit it I like to flaunt what I have so I suppose I need to take some of the blame for the attention I get, but Jesus get a grip guys, like fucking seriously. Sometimes when some old fart is eye groping my tits I just want to lift up my shirt and bra and be all like “there you go, they’re boobs, you happy? Get a hobby!” It may sound like I am bitching but the idea of being some poor guy’s wet dream gets me hotter than anything else. I carefully pulled into my driveway, still hyper aware of my surroundings whenever I drove the brand new sapphire blue BMW my parents bought for me when I got my full ride to UCLA where I was set to start at as a freshman in about two months. The car still smelled new and the high tech dashboard made me feel like I was driving a UFO rather than an overpriced luxury. I threw my keys, Coach purse, and Dior taffeta etched cat eye sunglasses on the island in the center of the oversized kitchen in our home. Afternoon sun streamed through the big windows and I lunged towards the refrigerator, suddenly ravenous from the hard work out I had just completed. I clawed at some cold meat lover’s pizza and crammed it into my mouth shoving all those calories back into my body that I had just worked so hard to burn off at the gym. What can I say? I have impulse control issues. I heard a grunting from out in the back yard and I gazed out onto the expanse of grass and little gardens fenced off in chicken wire from the kitchen window. I could see a ruggedly handsome man in his mid-forties digging up a well embedded rock from the soil in one of our, would be gardens, a rake or hoe in his hands stabbing at the ground. The man wore dirty jeans and no shirt. His light tan skin was stretched over compact, solid muscles that shifted and flexed with the hard labor as he did battle against the unrelenting stone jutting from the dirt. My eyes slinked over his firm ass as the man’s torso swiveled in quick tight circles as he worked to get leverage. I wondered if he knew that from over here he looked like a stripper doing a badly rehearsed tease. I wondered if he knew that his accidental dance was getting me all slutty feeling. Like I had done many other times, at that moment I thanked my lucky stars that I had the world’s sexiest doctor daddy Maybe I should explain a little more before some of you get all bent out of shape, like you are all saints or something. Dr. Ben Morris was actually my step dad but that had never stopped me from calling him “daddy” and him from always referring to me as his “little girl”. He and my mom met about eight years previously and had been married for five. He had been more of a father to me than my real dad had ever been and my mom had always speculated that my willingness to embrace him and refer to him as “daddy” was a way of getting revenge against my real father who I did not talk to because he had left us when I was little. Anyway as I got older I found new reasons to appreciate the new man in my mom’s life and not just because he was a brilliant oncologist, treated my mom and me with respect, and had a way of scaring off guys that wouldn’t take no for an answer. The truth was that daddy had been making his little girl’s pussy wet for a long time whether he knew it or not. I mean honestly, I think the first time I made myself cum was when I accidently heard Ben and my mother fucking. Iknow gross but whatever. I reached under the pink tank top that I was wearing and unclasped my bra, it felt good to have the girls free but really I had another motive in mind. The hot pink designer Juicy Couture sweat pants I sometimes wore when I had nothing planned for the day were stretched to their utmost as they eagerly hugged every exaggerated contour of my bubble butt. My large breasts bounced happily as I made my way outside over to daddy. If the outline of my nipples weren’t visible through the pink fabric yet, they would be soon. I brushed my long blond hair back over my ear as a warm midday breeze tousled the fabric of my skimpy top. “You have a big one there don’t you daddy?” I said, being provocative. My daddy knew I had certain naughty proclivities and he seemed fine with going along with my infatuation as long as things didn’t go too far. He probably dismissed it as some girly little phase I was going through. How could such a smart guy be so wrong? “Well, you should know, you being the expert on big ones and all Amy” said daddy, still turned away from me and managing to not miss a beat. I could see rivulets of hot sweat winding their way over the hills and valleys of muscle on his browning back. His wavy dark brown hair was starting to go long and had a certain sheen from perspiration that made him all the more delicious. “Touché daddy, you know me so well” I said giggling like the idiot I became when he and I hinted dirty to one another. “You want some water?” I asked moving around so that I could at least face my little obsession. I practically shoved the frosty cold bottleof water into his grip, my dainty manicured finger nails lingering too long over earth covered hands that were more likely to mistaken as those of a jackhammer operator than a world renowned surgeon. “Thanks baby” he said, his espresso colored eyes moving up from the ground and cavorting over my womanly features- at least that’s what I hoped they were doing and my nipples went hard. “You really tore some shit up today dad” I said a little smirk creeping over my features. “I am going to pretend you are talking about the yard and not something else. And yes, I’ve been out here since seven this morning. I am trying to get those gardens planted for your mom before she gets back but I don’t know if it’s going to happen. There are way too many rocks and they have slowed me way down” he said surveying our yard while I pretended to be interested. “You work so hard daddy” I said as my thumbs pushed into his naked shoulders and neck, massaging the tight sinews of muscle that had bunched up over the course of the day. He groaned under my hands as if expelling a couple of demons. He craned his head back and closed his eyes as he let my fingers do their work, giving me ample opportunity to visually scour his defined chest and abs. My leering gaze crept from his rugged but stylishly hairy chest to his rippled torso and over the filthy pants he wore around his trim waist. The muscles from his abs curved down to a V shape and disappeared into his jeans and my imagination. My naughty kicked into overdrive. What excuse could I make up to massage his other parts? I had to wonder.How far would he let me go? “Hey listen I am sorry” he said his eyes still closed and head back. “Sorry about what daddy?” I asked. He said nothing for a moment but an almost imperceptible grin formed across his gorgeous face. “Sorry about what dad?” I asked again my tone sounding more like that of my mom now than me. “I am sorry about that burglar that broke into your room and stole all your bras- what is society coming to?” he said busting out in a self- amused laugh. “Oh what the fuck ever dad!” I shot back and applying a well -deserved if playful slap across his shoulder. “Sorry, but come on a girl like you should have those things strapped down with sail ship rigging” he chuckled. “Oh my God, you try wearing a bra all day and tell me how it feels. You’d be ripping it off too and running around the house being all like free at last, free at last, God almighty free at last” I playfully yelled obviously unafraid if the neighbors heard. “Really is that so?” he said, his cool surgeon’s demeanor returning. “By the way I wanted to talk to you about something” he said sounding serious and I guessed this must have been what mom’s text message had been about. “Yeah what’s up?” I said trying to mimic his tone. “Mom says you haven’t had a physical this year” he said, looking at me as if I was in trouble. “Yeah so? I didn’t get one last year either, I feel fine and have been eating really healthy, haven’t you seen all the veggie pizzas I order” I said trying to get just one more laugh from him. He looked back down to the rock he had been fighting with earlier, the sound of lawnmowers and afternoon birds filling the gap in our conversation. “Did your mom ever tell you that your aunt Jenny got cancer when she was about your age? It runs in your family you know. You have that cancer gene” he said. “Yeah but Aunt Jenny smoked since she was like twelve of course she is going to get cancer, I don’t touch any of that shit” I said, whining out my words. “After I am done out here, which should be in about an hour, I am going to give you a physical myself. No arguing” he said.