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

Shelly, Female, early 40s

	- Casual friend of Quinn

	- 5'1, beige-olive skin, 145lbs, neck-length black hair

Day 1.015

I tried to stay in bed after I shut off the alarm clock. I was starting to hate Gary Puckett. I was starting to hate myself. Despite the alcoholic stupor I'd been in, I remembered clearly what I had done. Tera's scents burned into my brain and I recoiled at the disgust I had for enjoying them so intensely. Even as I lay there trying to drown in self-loathing, my penis hardened at the realization that Tera's panties would be there every night if I wanted them.

It was well after six by the time I finally rolled off the mattress and went downstairs. Tera was already up in her room. Fuck! Tera is already in her room! I did the math in my head. There was no time to slash Curt's tires and prevent him from showing up. I was incredibly angry at myself, became resigned to falling back on calling the cops like I'd done a few times before.

It pissed me off that my own weakness, my arousal from my daughter's odors the night before meant she'd be spending the evening with him instead of me. Oh, I could have told her she couldn't go, but I hated that ending. It was better for both of us, I supposed, to let her have the date and then be certain it ended before my daughter gave her maidenhood to that prick.

Tera came down the stairs in the red dress, flashed me a smile.

I noticed how Tera's lower legs were muscular, firm, thin but not delicate. Her skin somewhat pale, the way her legs disappeared under the dress was an intriguing sight.

“Jesus, Dad. Like what you see?”

I ignored the jest, smiled, said, “you're gorgeous, Sweetheart. Just gorgeous.”

“Glad you think so, but, to be fair, you're biased.”

“Maybe so. Doesn't make me wrong.”

She blushed and gave me a quick hug. Tera looked at my face, “you ever gonna shave that thing? It's scratchy.”

“Hmph. Maybe if I thought I had a chance with a doll like you, I might just do that.”

Tera laughed, said, “well, tonight I'm going out with Curt.” She gave me a teasing look. “Maybe you want to fight him for me.”

More than you could ever know.

The rumbling truck idled outside and I went with Tera to it for the first time in several days. While Tera climbed in, I rapped on the driver's side window. It rolled down slowly.

“What's up, bro?”

“Are you a lover or a fighter?”

“What now?”

I repeated myself. “Are you a lover or a fighter?”

“Fuck, dude. I'm both, dig?”

“The right answer was to dodge the question and convince me you'll respect my daughter and treat her like a queen.”

“Uh...”

I gave him a level look despite his head being well above mine where it peeked out from the window. “Try again.”

“Dude... fine. I'll take care of Tera like a queen.” He had a smirk on his face. “Good enough?”

“For now.”

Curt rumbled off and disappeared down the road. It really bothered me to watch her leave. For several nights, she'd been mine, a wonderful daughter, the perfect date. Seeing her go with him made me feel jealous, but in some ways, I understood that the more 'perfect dates' I had with Tera, the harder my confusing attraction toward her would become. I shook myself and went back inside.

I considered calling Bobbi. There was plenty of time to visit her and get back early enough to call the cops on Curt later that night. I hesitated, fixed myself a drink. By the time I called her an hour later, it was too late.

“Sorry, Hon. I'm all booked up tonight. I've got some time tomorrow evening, though.”

I don't. “That's fine, I understand. Hope you have a good night, Bobbi.”

I hung up and looked at the clock, had a few hours to kill before the 11:45 PM call to the police. I grabbed my keys and wallet, decided to go down to Champions, my favorite bar, and kill some time. I pulled up, the parking lot half-full. Inside, the bartender waved to me. Yvette was my favorite, always took care of me when I was drinking alone.

“Hey, stranger, the usual?”

I nodded.

As Yvette poured my bourbon, she asked “where you been the last few weeks?”

“Work has me tied up. Staffing the office round the clock, I'm on nights for another week.”

“Ah, well, we've missed you. Shelly was asking about you earlier, she's off in the bathroom now.” Yvette leaned in and passed the drink into my hands. She smiled when she said a bit quieter, “think she's sweet on you, Quinn.”

I looked up at her after taking a sip. “What makes you say that?”

Yvette leaned back, shrugged. “I've been doing this a long time, call it instincts.”

She moved off to service a man further down the bar and I sat quietly a moment, enjoying the way the bourbon burned going down. Shelly was a woman I'd seen in the bar from time to time, and I considered her a friend. She was roughly my age, very short, round in the hips and belly. Cute but not gorgeous. Shelly had a great personality, though, and whenever we stopped into Champions on the same night, we inevitably sat next to each other and talked until one of us called a cab.

Shelly.

Maybe Shelly was just what I needed. I checked a clock on the wall, felt excited by a new challenge. I had a few hours before I had to protect my daughter from that prick, could I convince Shelly to fuck me before then? It was worth my time to find out.

I took inventory of what I knew of the dark-haired woman. She was a day supervisor at a car dealership, divorced twice, easy with a laugh. Despite often getting drunk with her, we never flirted, just wasn't our thing. She's sweet on you. Yvette's statement made me wonder if I'd ignored signs that Shelly was interested in me.

She came out of the restroom and saw me immediately, waved and smiled. “Well, hey there, Quinn. Long time, no see.” Her black business blouse mostly concealed the full breasts beneath. Dark slacks and heels rounded out her attire. Her dark shoulder-length hair fell around her neck casually.

“Shelly, how are you?”

“Halfway to buzztown. Where you been?”

She sat next to me on a barstool, and we chatted a few moments while I worked up the courage to make a move on her.

After a moment of silence between us, I let her catch me looking into her eyes. “What?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.

I gave her a warm smile. “Just thinking that you have beautiful eyes.”

She laughed, said, “did this just get awkward?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you will continue to look at me like you are now.”

She hesitated, kept her smile in place, her eyes locked on mine for a moment before she glanced off. Shelly was blushing.

“Jeez, Quinn. What's gotten into you, tonight. Drunk?”

“No... err... yes, but that's not the point.”

Shelly laughed, said, “that makes two of us,” as she downed the rest of her vodka tonic and waved Yvette for another.

I managed to move closer to her slowly, only inches separating us by the time she turned her body towards me. The way she leaned in said she was interested in more than just talk. “Quinn... where's your daughter tonight?”

“Out on a date.”

“Lucky her. Been months since I've been on a date.”

I found myself gazing over Shelly's body every time she wasn't looking at me. There wasn't much to see with her outfit, but I couldn't help imagining the private flesh just below. “Same. More like years for me.”

She eyed me. “Seriously? Jeez, Quinn. I knew you were in a dry spell, never realized it went that deep.”

I ignored the fact that I'd fucked Bobbi several times recently, tried to keep my thoughts on the timeline Shelly occupied. “Yep. Not proud of it. Makes one fantasize a lot.”

Shelly smiled deviously, “fantasize... oh, do tell.”

I groaned to myself as images of Tera's creamed panties flashed through my head, the scent from my daughter's crotch heavy a moment. “You know... thinking about who I know who might want to date. It's a short list.”

“Does it always have to be a date? There are... other ways to break that dry spell.”

Shelly was clearly drunk. This was overly-forward for our usual conversation, but she was pressing all the right buttons, so I pushed ahead.

“Trying to tell me something, Shell?”

She smiled, didn't respond, looked away blushing again.

I took a chance. “Listen, Shelly... you want to get out of here for a while, maybe go back to my place?”

She leaned away, looked conflicted, “oh, I don't know, Quinn... Really flattered, but... I'm drunk. Maybe not thinking right. Probably not a good idea.”

“Why not?”

She gave me an expression that said I was playing stupid. “You know! We... jump into something that fast... might ruin it for tomorrow.”

Tomorrow. I didn't have any tomorrow.

“Is it really fast? I've been thinking about you for months. Hell, we've spent more time here together than most people do in real relationships. That has to count for something.”

She stared at her drink a moment, flushed, a smile creeping onto her face. Shelly turned her head, tilted it slightly, eyes staring into mine. “Your place, huh? Yeah... let's go to your place.” She downed her drink and slid a few bills onto the bar. “You ok to drive?”

I nodded, knowing I was in no such state. It was less than a mile to the house, and besides, even if I wrecked the car, I knew I'd wake up the next time just fine.

I walked us out to my vehicle and fired it up. Shelly looked excited in the passenger seat. The way she leaned back and let out a pleasant, quiet “mmm” said all I needed to know.

Inside, she sat her purse on a table. I glanced at the clock. 8:30. I had time.

I turned to Shelly, looked at her moment, then pulled her to me and kissed her. She was plastic for a few seconds, uncertain if she was willing to actually give in. The short woman relaxed and I felt her lips begin to move with mine.

In moments, her hands were on my back, clawing my shirt over my body. We hadn't even made it out of the hall before I had pulled her blouse over her head and undid her bra.

Two round, heavy breasts fell out over Shelly's round belly. I caressed her tits, heard her moan against my ear. She dropped my pants in a single movement. I stood as she fell to her knees, stroking me to full hardness.

Shelly's lips slid over my cock and I groaned, braced myself against the wall. She moaned and sucked me greedily.

The front door opened.

I was too drunk to react quickly, as was Shelly. Tera stood in the doorway, frozen, eyes wide as she looked down to where my penis rested in Shelly's mouth.

Shelly finally turned, shreiked, dropping my cock fast, covering her naked breasts with her arms, and sprinting out of sight into the living room.

“Tera! Uh...” I turned, embarrassed, pulled up my pants and pushed my dick back inside. “What are you doing home early?” It couldn't be anywhere near the time she came home the other nights.

She was blushing, her pale skin turning red. “Curt was an asshole and I made him take me home.”

I tried to keep from feeling dizzy. “Uh... so sorry, Sweetheart. What happened?”

She sighed, not looking at me. “He kept making fun of you about the way you'd made him promise to treat me like a queen, and when I told him to stop, he called me a prude.” The disappointment was obvious on her face.

“Damn... look, give me a minute, ok? Let me... let me get things sorted out in there, ok? Go grab a juice from the fridge.”

“Nah... I'm just going to go to bed. Night, Dad... enjoy your... whoever she is...”

Tera raced up the stairs and I stood in silence a moment, drunk and confused. I'd changed something in the way I'd talked to Curt this time, and it meant the ending had changed. Despite my buzz, I knew there was a critical lesson there. I couldn't take chances like that. What if he'd have raped her instead of taking her home? I couldn't let that happen.

I found Shelly looking rather ill on the couch, her shirt back on. She glanced up at me, said, “Sorry, Quinn. I need to go.”

“Shelly, I'm so sorry... I didn't know she'd be home so early.” My desire to fuck her had drained with my daughter's appearance. “Need a cab or should I take you back to your car?”

“Cab, please. I'm drunk and so are you.”

I called for a taxi and sat silently next to Shelly until it arrived. The horn blew. She turned to me before she walked through the door, “Listen, Quinn. Maybe another night, huh? Maybe another night.”

“Another night. Right.” Whatever that meant in my reality.

I sat on the couch a few minutes before deciding I was done with that night. I took a sleeping pill and made my way up the stairs. I paused as I passed Tera's door.

“...oohh...”

The lightest of moans echoed eerily in my brain. I stopped cold, listened. I heard it again.

“...oohh...”

My drunk brain put the pieces together immediately but it took a moment for the rest of me to catch up. When it did, my cock rose and became erect quickly.

“...oohh... oooooohh... mmmm... mmmm...” Tera's moans were the most wonderful and terrifying sounds I'd ever heard. I hated that I loved them, hated myself for listening. I couldn't walk away, couldn't do what a good dad would have done and ignored his masturbating daughter's beautiful sighs.

She grew silent and I strained to hear more. A soft rustle followed, then a foot hitting the floor, followed by another. I was in my room in two seconds, the sound of Tera's door opening as I was barely inside. She went to the bathroom, closed the door. I heard water running, then the sounds of piss streaming into the toilet. A flush was followed by the door opening and I heard Tera disappear into her bedroom again.

I waited a while before venturing into the bathroom. I knew what I was looking for. What I hoped to find. This time, however, there was no special treat on the floor for me. My daughter's scents were kept behind the closed door of her bedroom.

I retreated into my own and sat down. I was incredibly aroused. The build up from Shelly, the sounds of Tera playing with herself, they were powerful and exciting moments. But the guilt I felt about my arousal toward Tera left me without a desire to jerk off. I felt terrible, and not just from the hangover already blossoming in my body.

I crashed into bed and swam in my guilt before finally accepting the peace of knowing nothing for a while.

Day 1.016

"Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run girl
You're much too young girl..."

No matter how many times Gary Puckett woke me with those words, I was having more and more trouble getting Tera out of my mind.

...oohh... oooooohh... mmmm... mmmm...

I heard her soft moans again, felt heat rush through my flesh, my cock rising.

I couldn't go through that again. Couldn't. I convinced myself that I needed the night with Shelly to get my mind off my daughter, that I could fuck my way out of my growing desire for Tera.

This time, I didn't go out to meet Curt and listened inside while the truck rumbled away. I kept to the schedule, arrived at the bar on time, and once more, found myself in the hallway, Shelly's lips wrapped around my dick.

I let myself relax this time, leaned back fully against the wall. Shelly blew me a few minutes, not an expert, not like Bobbi, but it felt good. I pulled her up, kissed her, her skin flushed and sweating. I pawed her ample tits again, stroked the sides of her round belly.

“Come up to the bedroom?”

She smiled and nodded, a trail of spittle hanging from the edge of her mouth. I led the way up the stairs. Shelly followed, and once inside, my hands moved to her slacks. I unbuttoned and unzipped them, pushed them to her ankles and then off. I smelled Shelly's arousal strongly, the odors between her legs fragrant and briny.

I couldn't stop myself from comparing her aroma to my daughter's.

I pushed thoughts of Tera away, petted Shelly's genitals through the fabric. The short woman moaned, her hands caressing my back as I slid her panties to her feet and pushed her back on the bed. She spread her legs and I slid in between, inhaling her fragrance. Shelly's crotch was trimmed, a small, narrow patch of fur rising above her clit, her vulva otherwise shaved. Dark-red labia were open fully and glistening. Her pussy was larger than average, her clit big as well. The woman's plump body made her Mons rounded, plush.

I ran my fingers through her slit, felt her shudder, then dipped two inside her vagina. She was slick and velvety, quick strokes causing her to pant, her voice breathy as she said, “yes... finger me... finger me... eat my pussy, Quinn... eat my pussy...”

I lapped her sex as she tensed and moaned. She kept talking the entire time. “That's it... ohh... lick it... lick my pussy... I need it, Quinn... eat me...”

She came shuddering, two fingers deep inside her while I worked my tongue around her clit. She was nearly out of breath, coming down from her orgasm. “Inside me... I want you inside me... fuck me, Quinn... fuck my little pussy...” Little wasn't quite the right word for it, but I appreciated the dirty talk. I rose over Shelly, drew her legs up and toward her stomach. Her face watched mine as I brought myself closer.

She darted her eyes to my cock, looked conflicted. I wasn't wearing a condom, didn't have one even if I wanted to. She started to say something, but I cut her off before she could stop me. I sank my entire length inside her cunt in one motion, and Shelly closed her eyes, threw her arms back above her head, and let me fuck her.

I humped the woman for a few minutes, drunk and turned on. Her pussy wasn't tight, but it was snug and felt great as I slid my length in and out of her. Without a condom, I felt myself spurting thin drops of precum into her body. One of her arms came back down between us and Shelly twirled her clit with two fingers while my penis slithered in and out of her slippery vagina.

She came again, stronger this time, and I was ready for release. I let my weight fall down on her as I shifted forward a bit, crushing her arm between us. I humped the woman fast, strong, deep strokes hammering inside her. She grunted with each downward movement. My cock swelled and felt raw, her pussy growing looser the longer and harder I fucked it.

I cried out as I orgasmed, pumping my semen deep inside Shelly's body. The first two squirts fired into her vagina before she understood what I was doing. “Quinn... are you cumming in me?!”

I could only groan, my body over hers, my penis unloading my semen into her pussy. Shelly looked shocked as I spurted seed directly into her body. I finally slowed, humped her a couple of times, and rolled off and onto my back.

Shelly sat up quickly, her hand covering her pussy. “You did cum inside me! What is wrong with you, Quinn? I'm not on the pill!” She pulled her hand up, fingers sticky with globs of slippery jism. “Goddammit, Quinn! You fuck me without a condom, and then you cum all up inside my pussy? What kind of asshole are you?”

I tuned her out, mostly, panting, not feeling much of anything between the orgasm and the alcohol.

Shelly got to her feet, grabbed her clothes, and rushed into the master bathroom. I heard water running for a long time before she finally came out, fully dressed.

She was pissed.

“Fuck you, Quinn. That was not cool. How dare you cum in me without asking first. How dare you?!”

“Sorry...” I managed to groan, my head pounding and feeling thick.

She stared at me a moment, my cock flaccid but still covered in her pussy juice and streaks of semen. “It will never happen again, I promise you that. I thought you were someone worth dating, Quinn. Goddamn was I wrong. You're just a selfish prick. I'm calling a cab. Please never talk to me again.”

I waved my hand as she stormed down the steps. I heard the front door slam shut and I was alone again. I drifted a bit, never quite falling asleep. I began to feel awful about Shelly. I had been a jerk, thinking only of myself in those moments. What did it matter to anyone else what I did? No one but me would remember it when I woke up.

But I knew I'd clashed with my morals there, somewhere. I knew I was being an asshole, and that was enough. Using Shelly like that, even though it was consensual up to a point, was crossing a line. I had no right to do it, to cum in her without permission.

I stayed on the bed, thick and angry at myself, time moving foggy and unevenly. Even the knowledge that she'd not remember a thing the next day gave me no solace. I felt like the sort of asshole I knew my daughter was out with that night.

Tera!

I spun over and glanced at the clock. It was almost 1 AM. Oh, no!

I put on my robe, ran down the stairs to hear the door opening. When Tera slunk through, tears running down, the angry welt on her face, I lost it. I sank to the floor, crying. She watched me a moment, sobbing heavily, and sank down beside me.

I'd forgotten about my daughter! The despair was too deep to contemplate. I felt horrible for my daughter, could only reach out and pull her to me. She didn't explain anything, didn't tell me what happened, but I knew. I'd been through it with her before.

We cried together a long time before she fell asleep against me. I held her tighter, rocked her, whispering, “I'm sorry, Tera... I'm so sorry...” I cried again, felt ill. I hated myself. Hated that I'd been selfish and forgotten to protect her from that goddamned asshole. I rested my head on hers and prayed that sleep would find me fast and let all her pains and terror go away in the blink of an eye.