26 - Fiona
I get so caught up in the excitement of having Daddy at the party with me that I kind of completely forget about some of the things I probably shouldn't be forgetting about?
Mainly, Daddy starts playing dirty as soon as we get on the dance floor. I don't know if this is what they mean by dirty dancing, but I think it could be. Also it's not so much a dance floor as it is the main room that we first came in when Emily and I stood on the stage to get auctioned off to the highest bidder.
Which ended up being Daddy. Yay! And Rupert, who Daddy told me is really Porter, and I guess he's nice? Emily seems to be having a fun time with him, at least.
Anyways, about that dirty dancing...
I spin and dance with Daddy, but then he pulls me close and we grind together a little. It's not lewd or too scandalous, but it's just dancing, you know? Daddy pulls me close and I look up into his eyes and we're dancing, but then his leg's between mine and I grin because we've never danced like this in public before.
And then his thigh grinds against my clit because, you know, we're dancing really close, and...
I haven't had an orgasm yet. I was a good girl, Daddy! Which is great to say, but now I'm worked up and oversensitive. I shudder and my eyes roll into the back of my head as Daddy and I dance together. He holds me tight, hiding my sudden rush of ecstasy from everyone around us. I think I could cum right here and now on the dance floor if Daddy really wanted me too.
The song comes to an end and we slowly pull away from each other but we stay close after, too. I don't want to leave Daddy's side at all tonight. I'm going to stay with him no matter what!
I tug on his arm and he leans down so I can whisper to him. I don't think he expects me to say what I do, though.
“You could make me cum really easily right here if you keep dancing with me like that,” I tell him, truthful.
His eyes grow wide and he looks at me a little differently now. An excited different, though, like this thought hadn't occurred to him before I said it and now he's seriously considering it...
I beg him with my eyes. Please, Daddy...
He grins at me and shakes his head.
“Not here,” he whispers back. “I like you loud, Fiona. You can't do that if we're in here, now can you? I don't want to tease you too much, though. We're just having fun right now. If it seems too much like a punishment then let me know and I'll ease back a little, alright?”
“Nope,” I say, shaking my head. “I like it. I'll be good, Daddy. I'll tell you, alright? If it's too much. You can tease me. But, um... you said it'll be extra good when we get back to the hotel room?”
“As much as you want, baby girl,” he says, kissing my forehead.
“I want you,” I say, blushing. “I... I can still feel you inside me...”
Daddy grins and glances down between us. Yup... I might need to go to the bathroom to clean up soon. Again. So far so good, though. Daddy really did cum a lot. I like it. Mmm...
“Hey, get a room, you two!” Emily says, rushing over with Porter as soon as the next song starts. “Oh, wait, you already did!”
She keeps telling that joke, but I kind of like it. Daddy and I got a room here, with our Seven Minutes in Heaven auction, but we also have a room at the hotel, so it's like two rooms? We needed to get a room so bad we ended up with two. That thought makes me laugh and I start to giggle. I can't exactly tell Emily the real reason why, but she grins when I laugh at her joke.
They look cute together, too. Her and Porter. They aren't dancing like Daddy and I are, or at least not most of the time. I try to distract Daddy, but every so often he looks over at the two of them and if he thinks Porter is a little too close to Emily he kind of grunts and glares and then I have to distract him even more so that Emily doesn't realize what's going on.
Because, really now, Daddy, why would some guy I just met at a frat party who is supposed to be super into me start glaring at Emily when she's dancing close to his friend? I'm not an expert on masquerade parties and sneaking around, but pretty sure that's the worst way to go about it. Just saying.
Mostly this all goes well but then Emily has this great idea of her and Porter sneaking over to the alcohol table and grabbing a couple drinks when no one's looking. It's only beer, and unless she drinks a ton I think she'll be fine, but I basically need the strength of God to hold Daddy back from going berserk and dragging Emily out of the party.
“Stop!” I say, clinging to him for all the good it does me; not very much, by the way. He starts dragging me along with him. “Down boy! Be good! Woof!”
“What, am I a dog now?” he asks, being a huge grump. “Thanks, Fifi...”
“Hey!” I say, laughing and slapping playfully at his arm. “I'm not a dog, either. I'm Daddy's Little Angel...”
“You are dressed in all white,” he says, taking a second to admire my sexy outfit.
I tug on his arm until he comes close. Blushing, I whisper to him, “Once you get me out of this dress later will you cover me in all white, too?”
“Fiona...” Daddy says, staring hard at me, lust in his eyes, a growl in his voice.
“Yes, Daddy?” I ask, acting sweet and innocent.
“You're done for once we get out of here. You know that, right?”
“Uh huh...” I say, nodding quick.
“Good girl,” he says, grinning and pulling me in for a kiss.
A real kiss this time. Not just a kiss on the cheek. Daddy and I dance and sway to the music but we aren't trying to be dirty dancers anymore. We're just dancing and having fun and kissing. I like being with Daddy and this is kind of like our first date together? The first one where we went out together and didn't have to hide anything, at least.
We're hiding behind masks and pretending that Daddy is someone else entirely, but still. I like that we were able to do this together.
“Gertrude!” Emily says, rushing over with a pair of red plastic cups. “Look! I got you one, too.”
Porter follows alongside her, also with two cups. He stands stock still for the longest time, Emily completely oblivious at his side, and then slowly stretches out his hand and offers Daddy one of the cups.
Daddy looks like he's going to start a war. I'm trying to help, though. I can do this, Daddy! We can be good, I promise.
I mean, I'm pretty sure that three out of the four of us right here are underage and we really shouldn't be drinking anything, but, um... I don't know how to get Emily to realize that in front of Daddy without blowing his cover completely, so...
“We can't drink more than this,” I tell her, putting on my best responsible voice. “Daddy would get upset if he found out and he let us come to this party together even though he was really worried about it, so we should be good.”
“I guess,” Emily says, pouting at me. “If we don't make him angry he'll let us come to more parties, huh?”
“Right!” I say.
I don't even have to look over at Daddy to see that he completely disagrees with all of this but he's willing to accept the lesser of two evils.
Porter looks relieved, too. His friends show up, which I guess they're also Daddy's friends now? They've got their own red cups and they raise them high in the air like some sort of beer salute.
“Yeah!” Wyatt shouts over the music. He's the loud one.
“Thanks for helping us get into this party, Grey,” Holden adds.
Daddy and I freeze. Oh no. We both look over towards Emily but she doesn't seem to have noticed what they said. Porter elbows his friend hard in the side.
“Oh, uh...”
“Guys, why aren't you cheersing?” Emily asks, taking a good hard look at everyone's cups. She holds hers up high like Wyatt and Holden. “Come on! Cheers!”
We each take our cups and lift them up. Daddy smiles over at me and gives me a little nod. Just this once, at least until I'm twenty-one. I tap the rim of my cup against Daddy's cup first, and then I do the same with Emily and eventually we've all tapped each of our cups together.
I take a sip. This is my first taste of beer. I can't believe this. I...
I make a funny face as I swallow. I don't know what I expected, but I sort of thought it'd be more... I don't know, good? I don't get it. Why do people drink this?
Daddy takes a sharp swig of his own drink, downing it like he's done this a million times before. I guess he has, too. I mean, I don't know about a million times, but I know Daddy drinks with his work and business friends sometimes when he goes to business meetings.
After he swallows, he looks over at me. He smiles at first, then he breaks out laughing.
“What?” I ask, hands on my hips, glaring at him, acting silly.
“Your face. Wow. I...”
“I happen to like my face!” I say, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Me too,” he says, sneaking in quick and giving me a kiss, tongue and all. “You don't like the beer, huh?”
“It's... um... is it always like that? It's got a weird taste.”
“Nah, this is just cheap stuff,” he says. “It's fine if you want to get drunk, but the good stuff tastes better. Which you'll find out when you're old enough to drink...”
He ends with a quick shake of his head and an exaggerated sigh.
“Pft!” I murmur, sticking my tongue out again.
“You aren't our dad or anything, Dave!” Emily says, coming to my unnecessary defense. “How old are you anyways?”
Uh oh...
Also, I mean, Daddy kind of is like our dad which is why we call him Daddy? It's not exactly the same, and he's nowhere near my real father. I don't even know who my real father is, so...
“Shush,” I tell my best friend. “He's just teasing me. It's true, though. Maybe once we're older we can go to a nice place and Daddy can get us good drinks.”
“Yes!” Emily says after she takes another sip of her nasty beer and makes a weird face. “Are you inviting Dave, too? Are you two a thing now?”
“Um, we won't be twenty-one for over two years, Emily, so I don't think I have to figure out if Dave and I are a thing yet.”
“Alice!” Emily says, whispering harshly. “Don't blow my cover here!”
After that she steals Porter away so they can dance again. They don't go very far, just a few steps out, but they look like they're having fun. Porter seems like a nice guy. Wyatt and Holden keep trying to dance with any girl who comes within a foot of them, which, um... I don't know how that's going. They seem nice, but I think they're trying a little too hard.
And then here I am with Daddy! We're dancing, too. Daddy takes my cup from me and pours it into his. We dance and hold each other and sway and enjoy the night. He takes a sip every now and then, but I'm perfectly content just getting drunk off of having Daddy with me. I definitely like the taste of Daddy more than I like the taste of cheap beer, too.
“I love you,” I whisper to him during a slow song when we're extra close.
“I love you, too, baby girl,” he whispers back, kissing my ear.
That's how the party goes. It's how it ends, too. Little by little, people start to leave, until there's barely anyone left in the frat house. Everyone in our group makes their way outside. Emily didn't even drink more than that one cup of beer, but she starts to sway like she's had way too much to drink. I think she's doing it so that she can cuddle closer to Porter, though. She wraps one arm around his shoulder and he steadies her with his hand tight around her hip.
I cling to Daddy as we walk down the hall and back to the front door. He keeps his arm around me, close, protecting me with his presence. Daddy is so nice and sweet and caring. And... I know he didn't really like the idea of Emily and I coming to this party, but he let us, and then also he showed up to help us when we were in trouble.
I don't know what would have happened otherwise. I don't think it would have been anything too bad, but...
I mean, everything that did happen is a million times better.
The night's over, though. We stand on the sidewalk outside the frat house. It's past midnight at this point, but I don't know exactly what time. I'm getting sleepy, but there's also this gnawing pang of something tugging at my core. I can't quite figure out what it is until Daddy slides his fingers over my hip, pushing in a little at the bottom near my hip bone, and then...
Whoosh!
I don't know what just happened but I suddenly want to have a lot of sex. Like... a lot a lot. Daddy and I had sex earlier, though. Except, oh wait! I didn't cum. I want to cum. I want Daddy to make me cum.
Now that I'm no longer distracted by the party, my mind realizes it can fully focus on the orgasm I didn't have earlier, and that it definitely wants to have sooner rather than later.
Maybe even right here. I'm tempted. Can I get away with grinding against Daddy's leg in the street? Except Emily's right there. No! I can't do that! I...
“Let's go back to my dorm, Fifi,” Emily says, smiling at me. “It's close. We can walk!”