4 - Fiona
I'm torn in more ways than one and I don't know what to do or say about it. I want to make Daddy happy, but Emily's my best friend and I want her to be happy, too.
And... I get to be happy, right?
I am! I really am happy, and it's not like I'm mad or upset or sad or anything. I love being with Daddy, even if we're keeping it a secret for now. Grey is literally the most important man in my life, and he's been that way for a long time.
He's been the only important man I've ever had in my life and I love him so much and I like calling him Daddy and watching him smile when I'm a good girl, or if I'm a little naughty he gets this really sexy glint in his eyes. Those are the times I know I'm about to be punished, and I probably deserve it, but also Daddy is so very nice to me and he wouldn't ever hurt me.
But then there's Emily, who's been my best friend for slightly longer. I knew her before I knew her brother if we're being one-hundred percent honest. Most of the time we all hung out together when Emily and I went over to her house. We never went to my house, because, um... I don't really like talking about that one. It's still hard for me to deal with. Anyways, we've all spent so much time together, and I have other friends and stuff, but Emily's my best friend.
I totally get where Daddy is coming from. I'm not sure that I should be going to some frat house sex party. I wouldn't do anything bad though, Daddy! Promise! Emily said it's just a joke, too. It's not really a sex party, that's just their Greek letters. Which, um...
“Daddy?” I ask him while we cuddle and he runs his fingers through my hair. Emily's invitation is still on both of our minds, even if we hung up with her a few minutes ago. “How's the fraternity thing work? How does Sigma Epsilon Chi mean sex?”
Daddy pulls me close and kisses the top of my head. I nuzzle into his arms and rest my head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart.
“It's the Greek alphabet,” he says. “Sort of. The letters look different than ours. None of them looks like an 'S' actually, so I guess it's not quite the same. The frat probably took some liberties there. sigma's more like a sideways 'M' and then epsilon is a stylized 'E.' Chi looks like an 'X' and it's pronounced similarly even though the letter has a completely different sounding name. If you put them all together, in Greek it would be pretty close to sounding like 'sex' if you said it out loud.”
“Oh,” I say. “Huh! It doesn't mean the same thing, right? In Greek, I mean?”
Daddy laughs a little and I smile into his chest. “No, probably not. I'm not actually sure how you say 'sex' in Greek. I just know a few things about fraternities and letters from when I was younger.”
“Were you ever in one?” I ask him, curious.
I can't picture Daddy being the same as my mental image of a frat boy. I mean, I don't know a lot about them, but I've seen some movies. Those are probably exaggerated, though.
“I wanted to be when I was younger,” he says, oddly truthful and with a hint of wistfulness in his voice. I didn't expect this answer. “I didn't exactly have the standard college experience since I had to take care of Emily,” he adds. “Not that, uh... I didn't mean it like that, Fiona. I didn't mean it in a bad way.”
“I know,” I say, kissing his naked chest. “You love Emily. I know it was hard for you. I don't know all of it, but I've been around you two for long enough to know how it is.”
We're still naked and I love cuddling with Daddy like this. It's different from having sex. Being naked and being together is really nice in its own way and I feel so warm and close to him when we're like this.
“Yeah...” he says, trailing off, lost in whatever thoughts are bustling through his mind at the moment.
“Do you think that frats are like in the movies?” I ask him.
“Probably not,” he says, chuckling. “Do you know what the point of a frat is? What they're supposed to be about?”
“Um, I know it's a brother thing, I think?”
“Right,” he says, teasing some of my hair and curling it around his finger. “Fraternities and sororities are supposed to be a brotherhood or sisterhood, literally. They're intended to be for networking purposes between students that have similar goals, and a lot of them do charity work and help out in their local communities.”
“So they're good?” I ask, because... I don't know... I've seen some movies, let me tell you.
“Maybe,” Grey grunts, sounding annoyed with himself. “Technically it's possible. Did Emily put you up to this?”
He looks down at me, my cheek on his chest while he plays with my hair. I look up at him and I bat my eyelashes a little, because it's fun to see how Daddy looks at me when I do that. He hides a grin, and I know he's looking at my eyes right now and even if he's trying to be grumpy he loves me and he likes me a lot. Not because we just had sex, but because he's my Daddy.
“Nope!” I say, sticking my tongue out at him. “I'm just curious, that's all. I'm wondering about stuff.”
“What kind of stuff are you wondering about?” he asks, his expression softening.
“Well, I really want to go to college, but I don't know how, and I don't want to ask you to pay for it. I wouldn't do that and even if you said you would, I wouldn't let you. I want to do it on my own and show you that I can, because I think that would make you really proud of me, which would make me happy. And, so, college is more than just studying, right? There's a lot going on. Like this party that Emily wants to go to, or I could join a sorority. I don't know if I'd want to do that. Do you think they'd like me?”
“What? Why wouldn't they like you?” he asks, completely appalled at the idea that somehow someone in the world wouldn't like me. This is probably one of the reasons I love Daddy so much.
“I mean... we're dating, right? You and I. And I call you Daddy, so... I really like it, and I like being your good girl, and even if you have to spank me sometimes or punish me like you did when we went to the grocery store the other day, um... I don't know. Are there other girls like me that I could talk to? I don't want people to think I'm weird, but maybe I'm weird.”
“I love your weirdness,” Daddy says, pulling me up and kissing my cheek. “I'm sure there's sororities who would have girls in them that... yeah, I don't know. Let's look into it if you really want to go to college.”
“I do!” I say, excited. “I think it'd be really fun and I think I'd like to talk to other girls about... stuff... I don't know, um... can I talk to people about us? I know we haven't told Emily, so...”
“I, uh... yeah...” Daddy says, slow and full of thoughts. “I really want to. You're special to me, Fiona. I get it, too. We've talked about this before and I think you should go to college and I'll help you figure out how you can do it, but if I'm being completely honest, I'm worried.”
“What are you worried about?” I ask him. I know the answer, but I want to hear Daddy tell me.
“You,” he says. “Or more like us. I mean, look, I'm being selfish and I want you all to myself. I know it's probably wrong. You're Emily's best friend, and... yeah... I know that deep down you should probably explore life and have relationships with boys your own age. I wouldn't stop you if that's what you decided you needed to do, but that's what hurts. That's not what I want and I know this is wrong, so, uh...”
“Nope!” I say, pressing my nose to his and shaking my head so our noses brush together, side to side. “I don't want other boys. I don't want anyone else. I want you, so you're stuck with me!”
He smiles and sneaks in close, kissing me. I flutter my eyelashes at him, tickling both of ours together in a butterfly kiss mixed with a regular kiss. I love touching Daddy and kissing him and smiling at him. And...
I feel Daddy between my legs. His cock throbs slightly, not fully hard but more than hard enough that I could easily slip him inside me if I shifted a little. I don't, not yet. Maybe soon, but I just want to kiss him and be close to him right now.
“So you want to go to this Valentine's Day party, huh?” he asks, our lips still close together.
“Yes, and I promise to be the goodest girl in the history of good girls,” I tell him.
“The goodest girl, eh?” he asks, smirking at him.
“Greatest girl doesn't really sound the same, but I want to be that, too,” I add.
“Good,” he says, pressing his lips to mine quick. “I guess... I mean, if anyone can make sure Emily stays out of trouble, it's probably you. And I want you to know that I do trust you, Fiona. This isn't about that.”
“I know,” I say, smiling at him and closing my eyes, contented. “Not everyone is like you, Daddy. I know that, too. Believe me, I do! Ugh.”
He laughs softly. “Yeah, I guess you would, huh?”
“You'll be close by too, right?” I ask. “If we go up to visit Emily and you stay in a hotel like you do when we go there for your work, you'll be around in case something happens?”
His pupils flash, a quick dilation, and then he tries to hide his sudden burst of anxiety over something--anything--bad happening.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice deceptively calm and gentle. “I'll be there. Maybe we'll stay in a different hotel this time. One closer to this frat house. I'll look into it.”
“Yay!” I say, kissing his cheek. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, brat,” he says, grinning at me.
“Nope! I'm your good girl, not a brat.”
“Yeah, well, any excuse I can use to spank your ass, I'll gladly take it, so you better be extra good...”
“What if you spank me as a reward?” I ask, coy, looking away from him. “I really like rewards like that, too...”
“We can talk about rewards,” he says. “Soon. You want to call Emily back and tell her I agreed to let you go to the party, right? I can tell. You go do that and I'll get dressed and then let's clean up this place a little and figure everything out.”
“I do want to call Emily...” I say, slow. “But can you wait until after to get dressed? I want to take a shower with you. I like when you wash my hair. Is that alright?”
“Of course it is,” Daddy says, smiling sweetly at me. “Go on. I'll wait for you.”
“Alright. I'll be quick,” I say, giddy.
I roll away from him and off the bed to grab my phone from his bedside table. Before I can scurry away and head to my own bedroom upstairs to call Emily, Daddy reaches out and smacks my butt. I jump, surprised, and then I spin around and point a finger at him.
“Be good!” I say, laughing. “Down boy!”
“Oh, I'm a dog now?” he asks, pretending to snarl and growl at me.
“I mean, you do like doggystyle, so...”
“Yeah, keep it up, Fiona. You're done,” Daddy says, his eyes glimmering with a sudden intense desire.
I can tell because I feel it, too. Heat and need pools in my stomach and between my legs, and I know that if I don't hurry away fast, we're going to end up in the exact position I just said and neither of is going to get anything done for at least another hour.
I like that, and I love when Daddy takes me like that, but... I'm a good girl right now! I just promised I would be the goodest girl, and I'm already doing a bad job of it. Good girls know that they can't tease their Daddy so much that he keeps her naked and in his bed all day and doesn't get any work done.
And even if Daddy is letting me live with him, I need to be responsible and try to make something of myself. I want to, even.
“Sorry for being a brat just now,” I say, flashing him a silly pout. “I'll be good, alright? But... if we're both good can we do that later? I really want to but I know you have to do work and we need to clean and will you go to yoga with me this afternoon, too?”
“Yes,” he says, smiling wide at me. “I'll get the shower ready for us. Hurry up, baby girl.”
“Yes, sir!” I say, teasing him one last time and giving him a quick salute.
Just a little tease, I swear! I scamper out of Daddy's bedroom with my phone, naked, and hop up the stairs to my own new bedroom. Once I get to the top of the stairs, I dial Emily and then dash into my room and leap onto the bed.