Afterward, she lay drained and empty. Orgasms were always nice, but this one felt bittersweet. She thought perhaps Daniel would come to her, but he didn't. Why would he? He probably felt embarrassed and guilty by how she had aroused him and how he had touched her. Besides, he had Mom's lush body to satisfy him. Jessica buried her head in her pillow and tried to sleep, but it took a long while before she calmed down enough to drift off.
The next day, she was surly at the breakfast table, and Mom snapped at her, bringing tears to her eyes. Daniel tried to intervene, whereupon Mom turned on him. They left home to go their separate ways -- Jessica to an ice cream parlor to stand in for a friend who was sick, Daniel to his office, and Mom to her bar, none of them speaking.
Three more days, Jessica told herself, slapping dollops of chocolate and vanilla ice cream into sugary waffle cones for a group of kids. Three more days and she could go back to Daddy. Daddy had promised to fuck her deep and hard as soon as she got back and to let her sleep on his bed the first night -- a privilege which he had never given her before. She could hardly wait to snuggle into his arms.
That evening, she returned home to find Daniel lounging on the couch with a beer in his hand, watching a game of football on the television. Mom hated football and never allowed any of her boyfriends to watch it at her place. Which meant Mom wasn't around!
Jessica grinned in triumph and tossed her bag on the floor -- another thing Mom didn't allow. She leaned on the couch, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage beneath her low-cut top. "Hi Daniel, where's Mom?"
"There's a party at her bar tonight," he said, trying not to look at her breasts. "The owner asked her to stay late as a special favor." He held his can out to her. "Want some?"
Jessica tumbled on the couch next to him and took a sip of his beer. She didn't like the taste of it, but it was intimate, sharing a drink like that.
"You aren't wearing a dress today," he remarked, giving a sidelong glance at her jeans. "You look lovely in dresses."
She smiled. "I can change if you like. I prefer dresses. But it's inconvenient on windy days. The wind blows my dress up and then everyone stares."
He drained his beer. "Yeah, I can see why they would do that."
She rose. "Shall I get you another?" she asked, taking the empty can from him.
"Thanks, Jessica, I'd appreciate it."
She got him a fresh can of beer from the fridge, bending down to offer it to him, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage.
"You're such a nice girl," he said, accepting the drink, keeping his eyes on her face with what must have been heroic effort.
She giggled. "Oh Daniel, I can be even nicer."
She went to her room and changed into yesterday's dress. She could have worn something else, but she knew he liked that one, all white lace and flowers. She didn't wear a bra or panties this time. She looked at herself in the mirror, liking what she saw. The dress was thin and low-cut enough that her breasts were clearly visible, the nipples taut beneath the soft fabric. She'd worn a bra to the ice cream parlor, but she wouldn't wear one at home. Let him look at her nipples and long to suck them.
She untied her hair, letting it tumble down her shoulders. There now. She looked good enough to eat, as Daddy would say.
She sashayed back into the living room. Daniel's eyes strayed over her body, and he took a big gulp of his beer. She put her hands on her hips and twirled in front of him, making the dress swirl up her thighs. "See what I mean?" she said. "It's so embarrassing when that happens."
"Yeah, maybe you'd better not wear that outside again." He patted the couch next to him. "More beer?"
"Thanks." She sat close to him and took the beer, letting her hand brush his. They finished the beer together. Daniel watched the game, or maybe he pretended to, because there was a noticeable bulge in his pants that hadn't been there when Jessica arrived home. After a while, Jessica leaned against his shoulder, and he put his arm around her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She snuggled closer to him and put a hand on his chest. He was wearing a button down shirt today with the first two buttons unopened so his dark chest hair was visible. She wanted very much to unbutton the shirt completely and run her hands over his chest, feeling his muscles beneath her palm.
But she knew she had to take it slow. She didn't want to frighten him off. A commercial break came on and Daniel muted the volume. He stroked her bare arm. "Had a good day at -- uh -- the ice cream shop?"
Jessica bit back a smile. He was probably telling himself he was being fatherly. Men were good at lying to themselves. "Pretty good," she said. "We had hordes of customers. One of the servers fondled my ass."
"Oh no, that's terrible," he said, looking shocked. "Did you report him?"
"No. Should I have?" said Jessica, sounding doubtful. "To be honest, I kind of liked it."
"Even then," he said. "If he did not take your consent, he should not have touched you. Next time, please tell your boss."
"Okay," said Jessica meekly. Nothing of the sort had happened, of course, but she'd wanted to test Daniel's reaction.
The game came back on, but Daniel didn't increase the volume. "You're a very beautiful girl," he told Jessica. "Be careful of men. Remember, they only want one thing with a girl like you."
She ran her hand up and down his chest, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles beneath the silk shirt. "But suppose it's what I want too? I'm eighteen, Daniel. Don't you think that's too old to be a virgin?"