Daddy’s hand slipped between her thighs. He was inches away from touching the one place she ached to have touched when her alarm clock interrupted the dream. She groaned and slapped the alarm off. The damn thing always blared to life at the worst possible moments. “ It’s already 4 a.m. Let’s go princess.” Her mother screeched as she ran past the open door to the bedroom. She didn’t mean it as a term of endearment. “ I don’t know why I have to go with you to the airport. It’s not like you’re taking me with you.” Kelly slid off the cotton sheets and into fluffy pink slippers. The freezing air pinched her nipples into sharp points. She didn’t move to hide them. They still fascinated her. Daddy called her a late bloomer whenever Rebecca wasn’t around. Kelly turned eighteen two days ago. She was finally a woman. Well, almost. Her virginity hung around like an albatross. There was no way in hell she would go to college without any sexual experience. The laughter that followed her all through high school still stung. The other girls teased her mercilessly when they found out she’d never even kissed a boy. But how could she if she didn’t have a boyfriend? The banshee teetered back into the room on six inch stilettos. Bright red lips showcased an expertly painted face. A tight blond bun pulled at the base of her neck raising the skin ever so slightly. The business suit meant she was running off to another real estate convention. She stabbed an earring in each ear. “Kelly, we’re leaving in ten minutes.” “ I’m going.” She grumbled. “ A warm shower and some hot coco should wake her up.” Daddy’s sexy voice drifted in from the hall. He wrapped both arms around her mother but those steely grey eyes never left hers. Kelly swallowed. The expression on his face sent my pulse into overdrive. She looked away. “Daddy, why do I have to get up this early? Can’t you take her without me?” “ Your mom’s going to be gone a week. It’s only right that you come with us to the airport.” “ Fine. I’ll be down in ten.” Kelly skipped into the bathroom and shut the door. Within minutes the shower spewed steam across the mirror. She dropped the nightgown on the floor and pulled her panties off. Naked, she swiped a hand across the mirror. She turned sideways to check her chest. Still not as big as the other girls in senior gym, but according to all the teen magazines, small and firm still counted. At least her body was finally catching up but she still had a huge problem. In three months, she’d leave for college and she needed to figure out a way to lose her virginity. She stepped into the shower. The water stung like a thousand needles. She grabbed a fuzzy pink piggy sponge and squired a drop of strawberry soap on it. The slick wetness slid across her breasts and down past her belly button. Soap bubbles popped as they landed on her thighs. The dreams intrigued her. Every night for the last two week, she’d wake up just as daddy was about to touch the part that ached between her legs. She knew it was wrong, but sometimes she’s daydream about daddy’s thick wide hands. What would they feel like on her skin? Rough? Soft? Her fingers drifted between her legs. It got so wet down there when she thought about him. Her mother married him two years ago so the fantasies couldn’t be too naughty. He wasn’t her real dad anyway. She sighed as her thumb brushed the sparse pelt over the slit. One magazine described how touching it would make a woman cum. She was too afraid to try it. A knock at the door startled her. “What?” “ I can’t talk to you through the door.” Daddy’s laughter sent a shiver of down her spine straight to that mysterious V. She turned the faucet off and wrapped a thick white towel around herself before she opened the door. His eyes darted from her face to her legs then traveled slowly to the top of the towel. He