The thoughts I had then and still do now.
Seeing her in my mind. Her golden hair tumbling over that large, naked chest.
Her nipples like rivets as she gnaws at her lip the way she does when she’s nervous or shy. Pushing her glasses back up her nose and opening her creamy white thick thighs for me, showing me what needs my attention the most…
Fuck.
I’m doing it again.
I try to ignore the tingling wave of heat that runs across my stomach, down to my already pulsing hardness under my coat.
Trying to tell myself it’s okay to have a fantasy, as long as I don’t act on it.
Trying to put her photo at the bottom of a box and focus on piling books on top of it and taping it shut.
Tearing the box open moments later, growling like a wounded animal.
Needing to see her already, apologizing to her in my mind for putting her away like that.
Needing her now more than ever.
Needing to see more than a damned photo of her with her clothes on too.
This time of year, and with the heating off in this part of the building, I’m well covered but I can feel my aching dick spring to life, yearning for her sweet, young pussy all over it.
I have to take a seat, fighting the urge to do what I want to, but always end up doing anyway.
Beating my man meat until I come so hard it paints the walls while I groan her name.
I can’t.
Not here…
I mustn’t.
My cell phone rings loudly, making me jump. Like I’ve already been caught just for thinking about her again.
But it’s only Zoe.
I feel my heart pound as I answer, the sound of my only daughter’s voice bringing me back to earth in a second.
“You okay, dad?” she asks after I answer, hearing my voice shaking a little myself.
“Just moving some heavy boxes is all,” I tell her, covering my tent pole with my coat. As if she can see it.
When I get like this, it feels like the whole world knows my little secret.
Not so little right now, almost ten inches straining against my pants.
“What’s happening?” I ask, shifting my mood and noticing the time.
I’ve done nothing today and I’m supposed to be all packed by the end of the weekend…
“I’m just calling to let you know about my… uh…” she hesitates.
I grunt, knowing I’m not gonna like what she has to say.
“I’m going out with Todd tonight, remember?” she finally stammers and I hear my tongue click before I let out a different kind of low sound.
The sound a dad makes when he realizes his little girl isn’t so little anymore.
But seriously? Todd Freeman? Jesus.
Would you rather it was a man twice her age, professor hypocrite? Maybe one of the faculty members, eh?
Shut up!
Taking a breath, and letting Zoe sound off at me a little, I concede defeat and thank her for reminding me what she’s doing tonight.
“I know you don’t like him dad, but I do,” she says stubbornly.
A chip off the old block. That’s my daughter alright.
“I know honey,” I tell her, calming down some. “Just text me when you get wherever it is you’re going and again when you’re coming home, okay?”
Silence.
“Okay?” I ask again, insisting this time.
“Alright,” she says, huffing a sigh.
Zoe knows me well enough too. I’ve walked her to class in my pajamas, picked her up wearing nothing but briefs, and followed her on one of her little dates before when she’s pushed her luck, so she knows not to tangle her old man’s line too much.
“Where are you going with him anyway?” I ask half-thinking I might just happen to bump into Sheree on my way home if Zoe’s out for the night.
“Not sure yet, maybe he’ll drive us to—” she starts to say but stops herself.
To ‘the point.’ I know all about that. Hear students talking about it all the time.
Bragging mostly, jocks who get to second base before they shoot a home run in their pants and tell their friends they went all the way.
It sounds so nineteen fifties, but the lookout overlooking the town is still a major spot for young couples wanting some privacy away from their campus dorms.
“Well. Be careful, and text me… won’t you?” I tell her again before hanging up.
I trust Zoe. I made sure she had all the self-defense training I could arrange before I even let her look twice at a boy.
The Freeman kid knows I’m her dad, too. And every student on campus knows that if they mess with my daughter, they can expect a personal visit from yours truly, so I assume he just wants bragging rights. Maybe a kiss.
But I can’t think about that.
It’s weird. Here I am lusting after her best friend, but the thought of my Zoe getting with anyone? It churns my stomach.