GIVING MYSELF UP

December 17th, 2024

~Lilian~

The drive home was longer than usual.

I was silent all through.

Sonia chatted away freely with her second daddy, about school, sports and Christmas decorations.

My heart pounded uncontrollably in my chest as I struggled to piece everything together.

Sonia had gay fathers.

She had never mentioned it to me even once before I came over for Christmas.

We've been friends for more than 3 years.

We were supposed to know everything about each other.

It was strange.

I wanted to sit her through a conversation about it that night, but she passed out drunk in the sitting room immediately after we got home.

I couldn't sleep at all that night.

I kept anticipating that Sonia would walk through the door of the bedroom any moment.

Then, I'd force her to explain why she hid such important information from me for so long.

Maybe confess how her daddy made my insides feel, since we promised not to keep secrets.

This was all I could remember.

But my eyes flipped open as the bright ray of morning sunlight from the window washed my face warm.

I must have fallen asleep along the line.

My neck ached terribly as I struggled to get off bed.

I was about to go to the bathroom when my eyes caught a note on the floor.

The little folded white sheet of paper looked like it had been slid in from underneath the door.

It was just there, against the black tiles, like it has been waiting to be seen by me.

I looked around to confirm Sonia wasn't in the room before grabbing it off the floor.

My fingers trembled against the paper as I read it again and again.

Slowly.

Then fast.

Backwards.

Picking-at-the-letters kind of slowly.

"Last night, you looked starved of the kind of meal I serve"

My p***y twitched, followed by the sudden momentary tremble of my legs.

Hot daddy.

I wanted this to be him.

I was crazy.

I threw the piece of paper into my mouth the moment the door clicked open to reveal a disheveled, half asleep Sonia.

Thank goodness she didn't say a word to me.

I wouldn't have been able to answer without sounding muffled.

Yawning loudly, she dragged her feet into the bathroom.

I pulled out the paper from my mouth, half of it already damped with saliva.

As I ran my fingers through the words again, I felt my stomach tighten.

“...starved of the kind of meal he served” sent my thoughts spiraling.

Kneeling against the bed, my eyes still glued to the words on the paper, and my body hot with sparks.

I slid my right hand under my cotton night shorts.

And began to pleasure my c**t with two of my fingers.

I have never done this.

I just did it, because suddenly I felt hot down there.

Too hot, I just had to use my fingers to ease my overflowing desires.

Just like Sonia explained the night she insisted I listened to her hack on how to make yourself come faster, I used my fingers.

I circled around my c**t in quick succession, my eyes watering from staring too long at those words.

I imagined it was him running those circles against my c**t but with the head of his c**k.

I gagged before my entire body froze.

But with my left hand still gripping the piece of paper, and my right hand still working in circles on my c**t non stop.

I bit down painfully on my lip the entire time to keep myself from moaning.

Sonia was right inside the bathroom.

By the time she was out, I had touched myself soaking wet to just one sentence on a small piece of paper from an unknown sender.

Sitting at the table with Sonia and her daddies for a breakfast of oats and fruits that morning was like punishment.

It was more tormenting because hot daddy was sitting directly opposite of me, our eyes meeting anytime we raised our heads from our plates.

Five minutes down, and I had barely even touched my food.

Every time our eyes met, every time his leg grazed mine under the table, a fresh wave of dampness released on my panties.

It was as if I was waiting for a sign.

A sign from hot daddy that the note I had received earlier was truly from him.

I was at the dining table,but my spirit was lost in hot daddy's world.

It took Sonia clanging on her empty glass with a golden coated spoon to pull me back to reality.

"Welcome again, Lily!" she smiled at me, cupping my face in her palms passionately.

For a second, I thought she was going to kiss my cheek.

And why was I disappointed when she didn't?

"Here are my daddies," she said, like it was absolutely the standard to have two fathers.

I sighed.

"Mr. Nikolai, my favorite of the two. Gives me everything I ask for, but still wouldn't allow me get a tattoo. I love him, regardless."

I watched Mr. Nikolai, the one that had picked us up last night raise a brow.

"You don't need those," his baritone voice filled the space.

He wasn't bad at all.

He was just a few inches shorter than hot daddy. 

Strong shoulders. Built muscles. Too hot to be doing daddy duties.

Just like hot daddy, but he had this playful grin to his face, unlike hot daddy, and it made him less appealing.

"Please, daddy. Grant me this one. It's my Christmas wish," Sonia whined, wriggling in her seat like a child throwing a meaningless tantrum.

"I'm no Santa, yunno!" Mr. Nikolai chuckled.

They kept talking after that, but I could no longer make out what they were saying.

My attention had returned to hot daddy.

Through it all, he had continued scooping oats into his mouth, like he had no business with any other thing going on right there.

When was he going to give me the sign I so desired?

I watched his lips devour the grains off the spoon juicily.

My n*****s pebbled in desire for those wet lips.

"Then, that's Mr. Jhuy. As in J-H-U-Y. Yeah! There you go," Sonia's voice broke into my fantasy.

She was introducing hot daddy now.

"Lily, he is as strict as he looks. Try your best to not get on his bad side," she whispered into my ears.

I smiled in response, my p***y twitching with desire.

"Daddies, Lily is my friend like I already told you. Please, take care of her too," Sonia finished, clasping her hand together like she was seriously pleading.

Mr. Nikolai nodded in my direction with a grin.

Hot daddy didn't even look up from his plate.

After breakfast, I went to get decorations for Christmas with Sonia, and she spent an incredible deal of time picking from the various Christmas trees on display.

I was resting out on the exterior balcony over a glass of fruit juice when she came to inform me that she had to stay the night with a sick friend at the hospital.

I didn't want to believe that lie, but it was a good opportunity for me.

I was going to stand up against hot daddy tonight.

Whatever it takes, I was going to make sure to get laid out of my senses...by him, of course.