I pushed her gently away from me and made eye-contact. “Jamie, we have to sort out a lot of stuff here and talk very seriously about what this means. I love you and I am scared shitless of hurting you. You should be learning about your sexuality with someone closer to your age.”
“You mean the boys I know? I don't think so. All guys my age want is sex. That's fine. I understand that. I want sex too. But I want it with a guy who loves me. That's you. Don't worry, I'm not going to want to marry you or something. I'm sure you'll help me understand about the kind of man who will be right for me for the rest of my life when I'm ready, but right now, I want you. How can it be wrong to love my father?”
“It just feels wrong. Everyone says it's wrong,” I said.
“Did it feel right at the moment?” she asked. “Did it feel right when we did all those things today? It sure felt right to me!”
“We have to be careful. We have to be sure we don't get caught. It doesn't matter that you're old enough to have sex, honey. What we are doing is i****t.”
Jamie took my hand in hers. “Dad,” she said, “I'm not stupid. I can behave. Now let's go have dinner as father and daughter.” She turned, and opened her door.
As we walked across the parking lot, she took my hand. “I'm not misbehaving. Fathers and daughters do this sort of thing,” she said.
During dinner, we talked about Jamie's up-coming graduation.
“Do people still have graduation parties?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I'm not interested in those. There's going to be a lot of drinking and d**gs at every one I know of, and I'm sure there will be people having sex who don't even like each other. Not my scene.”
“So, do you want to do something else?” I asked.
“I don't know. It's Melody's birthday that weekend, but she's not having a party. Maybe she and I will just hang out,” Jamie said.
“Why no party?”
“Her parents gave her a choice of them spending money on a big party, since it's her eighteenth, or helping her buy a car. She's getting the car.”
“You could invite her over to our place. We could throw a party for her,” I said.
“Could we? Really? Thanks!” Jamie smiled.
When we got home that night, we went to our rooms to get changed. I was already down in the living room in a t-shirt and shorts when Jamie appeared. She was wearing the old shirt of mine that she loves to sleep in and texting on her phone. She went to the chair across from me and sat on it “Indian-style.” No panties. Her tender, warm pussy was completely exposed.
“Honey, you're showing more than you should,” I said.
She glanced up at me with a smirk. “I said I could behave in public. I never said anything about here at home.”
She played with her phone for a while, and made a few calls. I couldn't keep me eyes off her. Every movement of her hands, the way she held her head when she slipped the phone under her hair to talk to someone, her facial expressions, and that lovely pussy. I was hard as a rock.
Finally putting her phone down, she looked at me. She broke into a big grin when she saw the bulge in my pants. “Okay, here's what's happening. Melody and Kiersten are the only ones who aren't going to some crazy party that weekend. Graduation is Friday night, and Melody's birthday is Saturday, so could I have them sleep over Friday night, and then hang out the next day?”
“You can't give them any indication of what we've done,” I cautioned her.
“Duh! Don't worry, Dad, I won't say anything about what we did today.”
“So you want to have a slumber party for your graduation party? Why not have them come over Friday, and stay Saturday night too?”
“Oh, good. I'll talk to them about it tomorrow,” Jamie said. “Now it looks to me like you're ready for bed.”
“I'm not all that sleepy just yet.”
She came over to me and put her hand on my cock. “I wasn't talking about sleep.”
When we got to my room, Jamie stripped off her shirt and mine and then knelt, naked, in front of me to pull off my shorts. This time, she didn't say a thing. She simply held me by the root and began bathing me with her tongue, looking at me, smiling at me the whole time.
“Oh, God, Jamie,” I moaned.
“You like this, don't you,” she asked.