33 - Fiona
I'm sleepy and I'm cuddling with Daddy and there's music playing but I don't know why. I ignore it and cuddle closer with Daddy, hiding my face against his chest. The music stops eventually, but then a bunch of... I don't know, are those wind chimes? The chimes keep striking, one after another, and then the music starts again, and...
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no!
That's... that's my phone. And that's my ringtone for when Emily calls me. I don't have a special tone for when she texts me, so the chime is just my regular text one.
Judging by how this is going so far, it seems like she's been texting me a few times, then calling me, then texting me, and... yup, I'm screwed.
“Fiona,” Daddy says, grumbling himself awake. “I love you, but seriously, what the fuck is up with your phone?”
“Um, so...” I murmur, trying to hide my voice with a whisper. “That's... Emily?”
“Alright,” he says, vaguely accepting this. “Why the fuck is she calling and texting you so much? I don't--”
And then I think it dawns on both of us. I mean, it kind of dawned on me when I first realized that the music wasn't part of a dream or anything, and the wind chimes weren't wind chimes. I just really don't want to be in this situation right now because I don't know how I'm supposed to handle it.
Or how we're going to handle it? Is this my problem to deal with or is Daddy going to help me? I feel like it's mine and mine alone, but I haven't read the text messages or listened to my voicemail yet. I should probably do that.
Reluctant, I slip away from Daddy's side. It's cold without him. I like how warm I feel when I cuddle with Daddy. It's cozy. You can't cuddle on your own, you know? It's just not the same.
I find my phone, which somehow ended up on the floor. I don't remember putting it there, but to be fair I don't really remember putting it anywhere. I'm very good at misplacing my phone. Thankfully Daddy always helps me find it by calling it for me. Yay!
Except I don't need help this time because Emily keeps trying to contact me. Ring ring ring, chime chime chime. Ugh. Calm down, Emily! I'm... I'm getting it, I'm reading, I'm...
I cuddle back up with Daddy before I do my duty as Emily's best friend and read all of her crazy frantic text messages. Daddy yawns and presses his cheek against my forehead, reading with me.
“Fifi, are you awake? Get up. We need to talk. Are you with Dave?”
“Wait, Dave isn't even his real name, right? What's his name?”
“Did you have sex? What's it like? Is it like using a vibrator? What's using a vibrator like? I don't know why you would know. Do you know? I don't know. Do you think I can secretly buy one using Daddy's credit card? I know it's supposed to be for emergencies. Is being really horny and wanting to know what a vibrator feels like an emergency? Text me.”
Mostly normal so far. Except the last part. I mean, to be honest, the last part is normal for us, too. I just don't usually read texts like that from her with Daddy looking over my shoulder, so...
I tilt my head to the side and give him the most innocent, cute little look I can muster.
“I love you, Daddy?” I say, as sweet as possible.
“Yeah, I love you, too, but if I find out that Emily has a vibrator that she bought using my credit card...” he says, trailing off. I don't really think he has to finish his thoughts, though.
“So it's fine if she gets one but you don't find out?” I ask, hiding a silly grin.
“I mean, I guess,” he grumbles. “Look, I get that, uh... you girls have needs or whatever the fuck, and I'd rather she deal with those with a vibrator, but I don't want to hear about it.”
“What about me?” I ask, sweet and innocent and cute, biting my bottom lip for him. “Will you get a vibrator with me and use it on me and...”
Judging by the way Daddy's cock immediately hardens and presses against my hip, I'm going to say that's a yes. Woo hoo, success!
“Don't be a brat,” he says, ignoring his erection.
“Sorry, Daddy!”
And... let's take a break from text messages. How about voicemail messages? Those are always fun. Or I'm going to seriously regret this.
I hit the button for my voicemail and then tap the speakerphone button. I have three new messages. They're all from Emily. Alright, I've got this! I can do it. I...
“Fiona! It's me. Emily. Your best friend. Don't know if you forgot that, but... why are you ignoring my text messages? Wake up! Wake up wake up wake up! Alright, bye.”
Followed immediately by:
“Fiona... Emily again. Still your best friend. What are you doing? Are you waking Dave up with a blowjob? That's still sex, you know? So if you try to tell me later that you didn't have sex with him, but then I find out that you gave him a blowjob... nope, that's sex. What do penises taste like?”
Well, Emily, I only have experience with one penis, but I have a lot of experience with that one penis, so...
Daddy's cock tastes nice. It's more the smooth feeling of him in my mouth as I slide my tongue around his shaft and the head of his cock that I like, but when he gets really excited his precum has a nice hint of fruit to it. Also if he cums in my mouth it tastes like, um... I don't really know how to describe that exactly, because I guess maybe it's one of those things you have to experience to understand?
It has a faint sweetness, with a slight hint of saltiness, and then it's more of a consistency thing, you know? It's smooth, kind of creamy, but with a little extra thickness. I don't know if every guy's cum tastes like that, but I know what Daddy's cum tastes like. I've read on the internet that part of it is eating a clean diet, which Daddy and I do. Lots of veggies and not a lot of processed food, but no asparagus, though sometimes we eat asparagus and I like it when Daddy makes it.
And...
“No,” Daddy says to me, apparently reading my mind. “I forbid you from ever talking to my sister about what a penis tastes like.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, apologizing. “Sorry, Daddy.”
And... last message!
“Fififififi-Fiona! You didn't get kidnapped, did you? I thought Dave looked a little... I don't know. I can see why you were into him, but he didn't look like the rest of the people at the party. What college does he go to? I guess he goes to mine but I've never seen him around. I mean, I haven't seen everyone who goes to my college, so that doesn't mean much. I should ask Porter, huh? They're friends?”
“Please tell me you aren't kidnapped, though. I don't know what I'll tell Daddy if you got kidnapped. He'll be so mad at me. Fiona, call me back! Or text me. Or send me a cute Snapchat of you and Dave cuddling in bed. Just don't make it public on your story, alright? Daddy can see those, but I don't know if he looks at Snapchat a lot. I'll keep your secret, but if I don't hear from you soon...”
The message cuts off after that, I think because it's too long.
I switch back to texts and, yup.
“Too lazy to keep calling you.”
“Here's a text.”
“This is a text, too.”
“Don't be kidnapped.”
“Dave if you're reading this, my big brother owns, like, twelve guns, and he knows martial arts. He's an MMA fighter. We have ties to the mafia and the FBI and the Yakuza. That's the Japanese one. And the bratwurst.”
“Auto-correct. Bratva! The Russian dudes?”
Daddy snorts and shakes his head. “Wow, I'm impressive, huh?”
“Of course you are!” I say, grinning at him. “Just, um... maybe not with twelve guns and ties to every criminal and government agency in the world.”
“Not every one,” he says. “She didn't add the NSA, CIA, Mexican Cartels, a bunch of motorcycle gangs...”
“What about the bratwurst, though?” I ask, super serious.
“You want my bratwurst? Yeah... keep it up, Fiona.”
Daddy nudges me with his still hard cock, pressing tight against my hip. I do kind of want Daddy's bratwurst right now, but... I should probably text Emily back.
I poke his shoulder and try to wriggle away, but he grabs my hip and holds me tight, cuddling close.
I text my best friend fast. Just the basics, because, um... I don't know what else to say?
“I'm alive. I'm not kidnapped. Everything's good!”
Which I think should be the end of that, but then she calls me immediately and in my confused, sort of awake, happy to be cozy and cuddling with Daddy state, I... I answer the phone.
“Fiona!” Emily says, basically shouting so loud that I don't know if I even need my phone to hear her. “Oh my gosh, where are you? Are you still with Dave? What do you want me to tell Daddy? You should come here first and then we'll go meet up with him together.”
Also I accidentally hit the speakerphone button. Daddy accidentally laughs at Emily being a goofball, which wouldn't usually be an issue, except... Dave and all, so...
“Wait,” Emily says, stumbling on her words. “That... that was Daddy's laugh... Daddy, nothing happened. Fiona didn't stay overnight with a boy. Actually I think Dave is a girl, right? Fiona?”
“Yeah, nice try,” Daddy says, shaking his head even though Emily can't see him.
“Um, I came back to the hotel last night?” I offer. That sounds reasonable, right? “I walked with Dave for a little and we talked and then he got me an Uber back to Daddy's hotel and... ta da! I'm here. Hurray!”
Daddy rolls his eyes at me. Well, you know what, Daddy? I think it's a hurray moment. And we did come back to the hotel. We didn't take an Uber, so that's kind of lying. I really don't like lying. I'm sorry, Emily! This is all confusing and awful and...
“Cool, um...” Emily says, thinking. “So are we getting breakfast? I'll come to the hotel. We can talk about Dave. Not that we need to talk about Dave privately without Daddy around or anything. Nope. That's--”
“And Porter,” I add, completely giving her away. “You're definitely going to have to tell Daddy about him.”
“Fiona!” Emily shrieks. “Ugh! I... I didn't do anything, Daddy! Porter is really nice. We just talked. No kissing or anything. Just talking. We talked about really sweet things like... like farm animals and flowers, but not roses or anything. Really sweet and innocent and not even romantic flowers. Not romantic farm animals, either.”
“You spent all night talking to a boy about cows and dandelions or something?” Daddy asks her.
“Sure...?” she says, nervous.
“And she kissed him,” I add, because I'm a brat.
Also she did it first! I mean, I know Daddy already knows about “Dave” but... technically he already knows about Porter, too. So it's not like I'm giving anything away. Emily doesn't know that, though.
“Fiona!” Emily shouts. “I did not!”
“Did too.”
“Did not!”
“Yup!”
“Nope!”
“Can you two stop yelling and hang up with each other so we can all get showered up, dressed, and go eat breakfast,” Daddy says, being the voice of reason.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say. “Sorry.”
“Alright,” Emily says, pouty. “Sorry, Daddy. I'll be quick. Maybe not too quick since it's two of you and it's not like you'll be showering together, so I've got time, and... wait, you aren't showering together, right?”
Daddy gives me a look. I also give him a look. Are we showering together? Um... yes. Yes please? Yes. Pretty please?
“No,” we both say at the same time.
“Emily, that's weird,” I add.
“Well, I don't know!” she says, with a shrug in her voice. “You could wear bathing suits or something. Maybe the shower's huge?”
“Yeah, still weird,” Daddy says. “Also probably wildly inappropriate, so...”
“Yeah, Dave might not like that,” Emily says, trying to laugh it off. “It's not like, um... I mean, no, that's weird, huh? But you and Fiona get along well so I don't know. It's not that weird, maybe? No, probably still weird. Sorry. I don't know what I'm... alright, going to go now! Bye!”
And then she hangs up. Daddy and I stare at each other, back and forth. Did that just happen? Yes, yes it did.
“Was that a test maybe?” I ask him. “Like... did Emily want to see our reactions or...”
Daddy shrugs and pulls me tight against him, spooning with me.
“I don't know,” he says. “I think she's probably nervous about 'Dave' and what I'll think. She probably said just a little too much, or at least more than she wanted to. Knowing Emily it made more sense in her head before she said it out loud, and when she started talking she realized what she was saying and tried to fix it, but just dug herself in deeper.”
I nod a little and relax in Daddy's warm, cuddly embrace. I think that's probably true, because Emily is like that a lot of the time, but...
I just wonder if she would be alright with me dating Daddy? I mean, it kind of sounded like it, right? Except she didn't mention dating. Or sex. No kissing, either. Just showering. Kind of. With bathing suits? Except who showers in a bathing suit? So is it fine if Daddy and I shower together? I mean, obviously it's fine because... Daddy and I shower together all the time. Most of the time, even. Except when I'm sleepy and Daddy has to go to work and then he showers on his own, but I try not to be sleepy and I try to wake up so I can shower with him before he leaves for the day, and...
I'm maybe reading too much into all of this. I don't know what Emily thinks, but I don't want her to be angry at me when she finds out that Daddy and I are dating.
I hope she's not. I hope she's happy.
We're going to tell her soon and we'll find out then.
...Right?