Abbi and Jacobs First Time
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The girl arrived on my doorstep shortly after noon on a Friday, when I opened the door it felt like the breath had been sucked from my lungs. Abigail was the spitting image of her mother at 18 – the same slim build and killer blue eyes – but with almost jet black hair. “Hi, I’m Abbi,” she said holding out her hand. “Jack,” I said, shaking her hand and, after a moment’s hesitation pulling her in for a hug.
Abbi had a little bit of a goth or emo look about her, heavy eyeliner, pale skin and ruby red lips. She was wearing a simple white blouse, a plaid schoolgirl style skirt and was wearing fishnet stockings tucked into a pair of low top Chuck Taylor sneakers. I wasn’t sure she’d want to hear it, but I came right out and said it, “my god, you’re beautiful.” She looked a little surprised, but then cracked a lopsided smile. “Thanks,” she said. “You’ve got a nice … door.”
I laughed, “Oh, fuck,” I said stepping aside. “Sorry, princess, come on in. Let me take your bag.” I set the bag aside as she took a seat on the sofa, crossing her legs. “So,” she said. “I guess I’m your daughter.” I pulled the coffee table out a little away from her and sat on its edge facing. “Yeah, I guess I’m your dad,” I said taking her hands in mine. “I’m sorry you had to wait this long, your mom never told me.” She looked at me with those baby blues again and my heart leapt into my throat. “Everyone says I look like mom,” she said. “Well you definitely have her eyes and smile,” I said. She leaned forward and looked at me a little closer, “I think I have your nose, though.”
I took her chin in my hand and turned her face to the side, “Yeah, looks like maybe you do. Sorry about that.” She giggled, “it adds character,” she said. We spent the next hour getting to know each other and seemed to have an easy rapport. She was impressed with my tattoos and wanted to hear the story behind each one, tracing their outlines with her fingers. It seemed we couldn’t stop touching each other: I’d brush a lock of her hair behind her ear, she’d smooth out my shirt, we were often holding hands. I couldn’t stop myself from noticing the swelling of her breasts, her slim legs and her full lips.
The shadows lengthened and the sun started to set, we’d lost all track of time. The conversation felt like we were falling in love. I asked if she was hungry or thirsty, but she said no. She yawned widely, then apologized. “Oh, hell, baby,” I said. “I wasn’t even thinking, you’ve had a long day. I made up the spare room, it has its own bathroom. As for the rest … mi casa es su casa, you can have anything you want.” I carried her bag to the spare room, but when I turned to leave, she caught my hand and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek. I hugged her tight, “see you in the morning, my room’s just next door.”
Back in my own room, sat on the edge of the bed with a growing erection, “you fucking perv, she’s your daughter,” I said to myself. “And a fully grown, very sexy woman,” my lesser angel said in my head. My shirt was off and I had just started to pull my jeans down when I heard a tentative knock on my door. I opened to find Abbi had scrubbed the makeup from her face – she looked five years younger – and was standing in her barefeet, wearing just a long t-shirt. “I forgot I wanted to give you this,” she said holding out a photo. It was her high school graduation portrait, she was dressed more conservatively and was wearing minimal makeup.
I kept looking from the photo back to her freshly scrubbed face. “My god, you’re beautiful,” I said again. She looked away shyly, a blush rising in her cheeks, “you keep saying that …” I took her hand, “I’m sorry, Abbi. I’m new to this being a dad thing.” She put her hand on my chest again, “I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” she said, smiling her crooked smile again. “Well … goodnight … again,” she said. I leaned down to kiss her cheek and she turned her face just enough so that my kiss landed on the corner of her mouth. It felt like a jolt of electricity to my balls, but I thought I saw a spark in Abbi’s eyes too and my heart was pounding.
I put my hand on the back of her neck and gave her a full kiss on the lips, I thought she might pull away, but I couldn’t resist. Her body stiffened a little at first, but then her mouth opened and our tongues were teasing. My other hand slide down her body and cupped her ass cheek, squeezing. I started to pull my mouth from hers, but she stood up on tiptoes, her tongue chasing mine as she leaned into me. She moaned something into my mouth and we finally broke the kiss, both breathing heavy.
“What did you say, baby?” She looked me in the eyes, “I said I want this,” and lifted her arms up over her head. I grabbed the hem of her tshirt, pulling it up and off and soon she was yanking my jeans down and taking my cock in her hand. I reached between her legs and fingered her shaved pussy, already wet with desire. We half walked, half fell into my bed, cuddling, rubbing and kissing, she mumbled something into my mouth again.
“What, princess?” She looked away a little shyly then looked back, “I’m not a virgin.” I smiled at her, “that’s OK, baby, neither am I.” She gave my arm a playful punch then gave me a long, lingering kiss. “I’m not a virgin,” she continued, before taking a deep breath “but I’ve only had sex three times with one boy and that was three years ago.” I caressed her face, “then you are long over due, babygirl.”
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