Quinn, Male, 41

	- Narrator, project manager, father of Tera

	- 6'0, beige skin, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Tera, Female, 15

	- High School Freshman, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-red hair

Juliet (Jules), Female, 17

	- Teen staying at homeless shelter, daughter of Becky

	- 5'8, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, very short curly hair on top, shaved sides

Danielle, Female, mid-20s

	- Bride-to-be

	- 5'3, medium-beige skin, 120lbs, curly brown hair over her shoulders

Day 1.039

It wasn't hard to find myself wanting to revisit my night with Juliet. This time, I planned better, arranging for a ride for Tera, bringing the towels and blanket, and picking up wine and condoms before heading to the shelter in enough time to start us on our trip to the lake.

It was just as amazing the second time, and before we were both sated, she again took me bareback and let me cum in her pussy. This time, however, with Tera taken care of for the night, we spent the hours before dawn holding each other and making love slowly over and over.

Day 1.040

I woke the following morning with a sense of disappointment. Not in Juliet, no way. But I felt again the growing infatuation that would soon become love. Just like I had for Abby. I groaned to myself to know that I would never find myself progressing in a caring, loving relationship past the first night.

It was incredibly frustrating, but I accepted, somewhat, that continuing to see Juliet regularly would make it more and more difficult to wake up alone each morning. I admitted to myself that I was lonely. It was becoming easy to fall in love quickly. I thought back to the time, just weeks before, when I still counted the number of mornings I'd woken up alone. I'd reached 999 when the time loop started, and the nights since had only added to the total.

Instead of seeing Juliet that night, I took Tera to the dance and decided to visit a strip club. I almost let Abby talk me into joining her, but I knew it would only rekindle the longing to ease my loneliness by falling in love with her.

I had always been a romantic, and I'd always enjoyed slow buildups to intimate relationships. When I'd first dated Tera's mom, Karen, there had been long nights of kissing and petting before we finally shed our clothes and made love. Other girlfriends I'd had were usually the same, though I had a few more casual partners before I met Karen and became monogamous with her.

And the romantic in me, which had for a long time been beaten and bruised by the way Karen had burned our relationship, was desperately trying to break free and find love again. With Abby, and then with Juliet, I knew part of my infatuation was due to my longing to find someone, anyone, to love.

Which made me circle around again to Tera. What I felt about Abby and Juliet was compounded for my daughter. She was everything I wanted, in many ways, and unlike those two, I had a caring, loving relationship with Tera. The problem, I knew, was that the disappointment and frustration I felt knowing that my love for the others would be a series of wonderful one-night stands ending with me waking up alone, would be worse with Tera. I was already in love with her, and if I were to have a series of one-night stands with my daughter, I knew I'd go crazy from the claustrophobic emotional roller-coaster.

I tried to shake myself around as I pulled into the strip club. It was one of the last remaining places in the state where the 'brown spots' were still allowed. Most of the clubs had gone to covering nipples and genitals thanks to strict community laws. This one, just outside of city limits, had yet to be forced to do the same. I hadn't been there since my bachelor party many years before, and I hoped it was a good distraction from my relationship concerns.

I passed the bouncer and slid up to the bar. Music blared as I looked around, one stripper, a tall white woman in her 20s, had her breasts exposed, dancing as she teased along the edge of her panties. Another, a short Asian with long, silky hair, was on a side pole, writhing dramatically, completely nude, often spreading her legs for the leering men to admire.

The three bartenders were all female and wore tight but modest shirts and slacks. I ordered a bourbon, double, and got ones and fives in exchange for two hundred dollar bills. I made my way to a seat near the main stage.

The room wasn't packed, but there were a good number of men of various ages and races, and a few women as well. A group of five females along one side of the stage looked to having a bachelorette party, each adorned in some flash dress, downing shots and laughing as they occasionally threw a bill onto the stage. I watched as the woman I assumed was the bride-to-be blushed as she held out a dollar and the stripper took it slowly with her ass cheeks. The women giggled and were clearly enjoying themselves.

I watched the stripper a moment as she slowly peeled down her silk panties. Her bleached-blonde hair was betrayed by the small, dark triangle visible above her dark, protruding labia. I had actually always loved dark pubes on a dyed-blonde, something about the contrast was arousing.

I waved a five dollar bill towards her and she winked at me, slinking in my direction and giving me a wicked grin. She crouched down and spread her legs, giving me a view of her meaty pussy for a few seconds before she trapped the money between her knees before tucking it into one of the bands around her legs.

I downed my bourbon and ordered another, and for the next hour or so, I enjoyed spending ones and fives on three different dancers, each pretty though not gorgeous. I didn't care about gorgeous, never had. I found most women sexy, and it was the different combinations of sizes, shapes, skin tones, and all the other varying qualities which made each unique and interesting.

As the night went on, I noticed that the bride-to-be's eyes kept drawing towards me before smiling and looking away. She was clearly buzzed and being playful. When the olive-skinned, dark-haired stripped then on stage next rounded to my side, I slipped her three twenties and suggested that the woman about to be married might enjoy a lap dance. The dancer grinned at me, spread her legs a moment, letting me see clearly her smooth, dark vulva, the flesh glistening with sweat, then turned and walked with rolling hips down to the floor and leaned into the group of women.

I heard a burst of laughter, then eyes darting my way. The bride-to-be was blushing furiously, trying to hide her embarrassment and her big smile. She was quite pretty, maybe mid-20s, short with bouncy brown curls over her shoulders. I saw her shrug, then watched as the stripper settled over her body, only an inch or two between them.

The dancer worked facing the woman a moment before turning around and bending over. The others laughed and downed more shots, but the bride stared openly at the stripper's spread legs, clearly turned on. The dancer settled back, almost touching the woman as she worked in circles around her thighs.

It was over too quickly, and the dancer winked at me as she retook the stage. I ordered another bourbon and threw another twenty on the stage. She noticed the money and gave me a few moments of clear views of her parted thighs as she danced, her dark anus beautiful below her slender, bald pussy.

One of the women in the party rushed up to me. She was flushed and excited. “Hi! That was you that bought her the lap dance?”

I smiled and replied, “it was.”

“Thanks... she loved it. Would you like to join us?”

I shrugged, said, “sure,” and followed her over to the table.

They all giggled as I approached. They were a pretty group, ranging from early-twenties to mid-40s, each of them covered in makeup and glistening with sweat. They parted and offered me a seat next to the woman wearing the bridal gown.

“I'm Quinn,” I offered.

“Danielle,” said the bride-to-be. “Thanks for the dance!” She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek, leading to a few whoops and chuckles.

“Sure, my pleasure.”

There was a moment of awkwardness as Danielle unwrapped her arms and sat back. One of the other women leaned in, clearly drunk, said, “she's got a hall pass!”

“Kendra, please!” Danielle pushed the woman out playfully.

“Hall pass?” I asked.

One of the other women offered, “you know, like, she gets one free one before she's tied up for good.”

“Ah...” I stuttered. “Well... good for you?”

“She wants to use it on you!”

I couldn't respond immediately, saw Danielle turning bright red. “Aren't you... getting married?” I managed, finally.

“Yeah...” she responded, blushing, “my fiance gets one too. Just... you know... get it out of our systems...”

I laughed and heard the other women chattering excitedly. “Oh... you're serious...”

Danielle smiled at me and shrugged in a way which suggested she was.

“Danielle, look... you're beautiful, really... but... you're a bit drunk... I'd hate to think--”

“I decided before I started drinking. I was going to do it anyway... if not you, then someone.”

I suppose it might have stung to hear I was just as good as any other guy there, but I didn't really care. It was a turn on, to be sure.

I shrugged in reply. “I'm game if you are.”

Cheers went up from the other women and in moments they had ushered me out to where they had a limo waiting. “Have fun, Danielle! Woooo!” screamed Kendra. Danielle blushed again and slid into the back of the limo.

I followed her inside. The interior was plush and lined with soft couches. A dark divider separated the front from the passenger section. Danielle turned a knob and dance music came on. She was blushing and only sometimes meeting my eyes.

“So...” I started, “what can I do to make your hall pass worthwhile...”

“Eat me...”

Danielle leaned back and spread her legs and pulled the gown up above her waist. Underneath, she wore no panties, her trimmed pubes moist with sweat. I smiled and leaned down, inhaled her rich odors. She'd been excited and nervous all night, and I could smell it between her legs. I inhaled again, and pushed my face against her crotch.

She moaned loudly as I licked her pussy. Danielle tasted tangy and briny, her labia dark and just slightly open. I tongued inside her vagina and drew out slickness, then licked from her clit to her asshole, drawing a “woooo-oooo” as the light rimming must have tickled.

I worked up and down her sweaty slit, her moans coming more regularly, her hips moving quickly. Her clit started to swell and in moments, her hips rose off the bench. She shuddered and cried out, “yes! Yes!... ohh... yes... yes... ohhhh... mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmm...” Danielle came on my face, juices drooling from her hot vagina.

“More... more... eat me more...” she moaned.

I licked her clit in circles, teasing the tip before rounding the base. It was medium sized and stuck out nicely from its hood. I drew two fingers up and slid them into her pussy, her channel clamping down immediately as she bucked against the penetration. I teased her anus with my pinky, and when she pushed down against me suddenly, I sunk it deep in her ass.

Danielle came again, her holes clenching as she writhed, her clit throbbing against my tongue.

“Fuck me, Quinn! Fuck my pussy!”

I rose up and hesitated. “I... I don't have a condom...”

“I don't care... fuck me...”

I crawled over her and she pressed her lips to mine. She was drunk, panting, so horny she couldn't sit still. It took a moment to position my cock against her entrance, but when I found the right angle, I pushed into Danielle's body easily.

She was snug, not tight, but damn hot. She exploded in movement as I started to fuck her, shuddering with each stroke, her legs drawing up and settling over my back, her feet drawing me against her harder and harder.

Her next words shook my world.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your little girl!”

I swelled inside her, images of my daughter burning into my vision.

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

I humped Danielle faster. “Gonna cum...”

“Cum in me, Daddy... That's it... fill me up... fill me up, Daddy!”

I spewed cum into Danielle's vagina, her words ringing in my ears. She moaned as I ejaculated, grinding herself against me as my semen splashed in her body. Over and over I shot my seed, imagining it was instead my daughter's pussy taking my load.

I drew down slowly, letting my penis slide from her hole. I sat back heavily, trying to catch my breath. Danielle panted a moment, her legs splayed wide, my sperm leaking from her vagina. She started laughing, then opened her eyes. “Well done, Quinn... well done... mmmm...”

I watched her a moment as she slowly righted herself, closing her legs and attempting to push her dress back into place. She was flushed and sweaty, her eyes glazed. I tucked my cock back into my pants and waited for her to recover.

“Well... that was a great use of my hall pass, don't you think?”

I nodded, “I know I enjoyed it.”

“I hope my fiance finds someone as hot as you to fuck tonight. I can't wait to fuck him again.”

It was sort of an odd moment, but I accepted it for what it was. I was just the guy lucky enough to fuck her that night, and I exhaled a deep breath as I was still awash in pleasure from my release.

“So... I should go let them know I'm good,” she said. “Lest they think I ran off with you. Tempting though that is...” She purred and slid next to me, cupping my balls through my slacks. “Another time, perhaps...”

“I thought you were getting married...”

“I am... but we might be open to sharing one day... maybe you'd want to feed me your cock while my husband fucks me... mmm...”

“Maybe so...”

She was clearly unbalanced from the alcohol and the orgasms, so I wrapped my arm around her a moment. She hiccuped, then said, “feeling dizzy... think I need to puke...”

It wasn't the most romantic end to our time together, but I helped her get out of the limo and held her hair back as she vomited behind the club. By the time she'd finished, she was feeling better, and I helped her back to the limo where she could find some paper towels.

I ducked back into the club and found her friends. There were all smiles as I walked up, but they hustled out quickly when I told them she'd had fun but wasn't feeling too well. I stayed inside, ordered another bourbon and downed it while I tossed twenties and hundreds in the air. The dancer, now a thin brunette in her thirties named Starla, gave me long and erotic views of her body, even winking her asshole at me and laughed when I stared between her legs.

She slinked up to me and climbed down over my lap, inches from touching me. Starla whispered in my ear, “I get off work in an hour if you'd like to buy more than a dance...”

As tempting as it was, I was spent for the night. I hadn't even gotten hard during her performance. The combination of hearing Danielle call me 'Daddy' and then helping her as she got sick had unsettled me a bit. I thanked Starla, said I would return and take her up on the offer one day soon, then left.

I was more drunk than I had thought, and I considered whether I should drive home. Under normal circumstances, there was no way I would have chanced it. With my looping hours resetting me every night, I'd been more willing to take risks, less likely to care about the normal consequences.

One thing I didn't know was whether I could die. Permanently. I had no desire at all to test that. I considered that I could barely stand and decided not to risk driving, instead calling a cab and getting home well after Tera had gone to bed.

I sank onto the couch for a time, sipping water and holding an icepack to my head. A headache had started to come on strong, so I also took a couple of aspirin.

“You alright, Dad?” Tera called down sleepily from the stairs.

I looked up to see her wearing her nightshirt, a look of concern on her face.

“Yeah, I'm ok. Just a headache.”

“Anything I can do?”

I remembered Danielle calling me Daddy, tried not to think more about that. “Just love me.”

Tera tilted her head then walked down the stairs, joining me on the couch. “You know I love you, Dad.”

“Thanks...”

She pulled me into her arms, and for the first time in a long time, I let Tera cradle me against her. My daughter stroked my head and my upper back. It took me several minutes to notice that one of her nipples was hard and pressing against my cheek through her shirt. I didn't move away, and she didn't seem to want me to.

“Hard night?”

“Good night, just drank a bit too much. Don't worry, I took a cab home.”

“I'm glad. Don't want to lose you... Where'd you go?”

I always tried to be honest with my daughter. “Strip club...”

“Ah,” she said lightly, “that explains the smell...”

One thing I'd learned since becoming stuck in the loop was that my daughter's nose had a keen ability to smell sex and wet pussy. “Yeah... sort of...”

“Sort of...?”

I shrugged against her, “met a woman... it's... complicated...”

“Oh...” I think there might have been sadness in her voice. “Someone you might see again?”

“Nah... I don't think so... just... for tonight...”

Tera was silent a moment. My own sense of smell had gotten rather good at something too, and the way my daughter was sitting, her legs were spread wide, the crotch of her panties just visible between. I could smell my daughter's genitals, the warm, rich scent of her young body so arousing to me. It took all my effort not to rise up and kiss her.

But I was in no shape to even consider such a thing. While my headache began to dissipate, my weariness grew quickly. I really didn't want to move, though. I rather enjoyed feeling Tera's arms around me, holding me, caring for me, making me feel better just by being close.

She held me a long time, not saying another word, her hands slowly running over my head and back. I must have started to doze because she finally said quietly, “let's get you to bed before I have to carry you.”

I grudgingly rose from the couch and pulled Tera up with me. For just the briefest of moments, we stood close, our bodies almost touching, our eyes meeting before darting away. God, I loved my daughter. She took my hand and led me to my bedroom.

I started to strip down without thinking, then stopped before I slid my pants down. She offered me a small smile and seemed to mistake my hesitancy for inability. “Need help?”

My pulse raced and I couldn't respond. She took that as a sign that I did.

Tera slid my shirt off and exposed my bare chest. It wasn't a strange thing for me to be without a shirt around my daughter, whether around the pool or in the house, but her closeness to me gave me goosebumps.

When her hands moved to my slacks, she didn't stop to think about what she might see. Without knowing it, I'd become hard as Tera slowly disrobed me, and as she unbuttoned my pants and began to slide them down, her face passed just a couple of inches in front of where my boxers were open and my penis was sticking out.

I would love to know what she thought in that moment. I did nothing to hide myself though I felt shame for enjoying it. Tera said nothing and helped me sit on the bed, pulling my pants off my legs. I managed to tuck my cock inside my boxers, but it did little to hide my arousal since the drawers tented and strained to hold me within.

I was overwhelmed in that moment, and I tried to just crawl back to bed. I spun a minute and rocked forward, dizzy. Tera caught me, kneeling down, let me rest my head on her shoulder. “I've got you, Dad...”

“Thank you...” I whispered.

After several moments, I felt better and managed to lean back onto my side in the bed. Tera paused at the foot of the bed, a question hovering on her lips. “Do you want me to stay with you tonight? You know... like you used to do for me when I wasn't feeling well?”

I could only give one answer. “I'd love that, Tera.”

She smiled warmly, then stepped to the side of the bed. Tera started to pull off her nightshirt, then seemed to realize that she wore nothing underneath which covered her breasts. Still, she hesitated just long enough that I said, “just be comfortable.”

That was enough to tip the balance and she drew the nightshirt from her body. Despite my weary state, I was drawn to Tera's body. Her tits were small but round, light pink areolae on top of puffy mounds. I don't know that I'd ever seen anything more beautiful, or more arousing, than my fifteen-year old daughter's bare breasts just a couple of feet from my face. It had been many years since I'd seen that part of her body, long before I had any sexual interest in her, long before she had begun to ripen and mature. I could have looked at Tera's tits for the rest of my life and not see enough.

She saw me staring at her and stood still a moment.

I shook myself. “Sorry, I...”

“S'ok. You're drunk.” She didn't sound upset. “Here, make some room,” she said as she flipped back the covers and got into bed. Tera slid her back against me, her panty-clad butt brushing by where my cock was resting, half-hard, in my boxers.

I instinctively wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer, my forearm brushing against her tits. Tera let out a long sigh, said, “love you, Dad. Hope you feel better tomorrow.”

“Love you too, Tera. You're the best. I love you so much.”

I was utterly exhausted, but I fought sleep for a long time. Holding Tera like that was not really sexual, though it was certainly arousing. I'd missed cuddling with my daughter. We'd done it for months after her mother left, innocent and warm, just the two of us finding comfort together as we fought through difficult times. Holding her again, her body nearly naked next to mine, it was both innocent and not. The last thing I remember thinking before sleep finally took over was that I'd take snuggling with Tera forever over looking at her breasts, and, given how much of a thrill it had been to see Tera's naked tits, that was saying something very powerful about my love for my daughter.