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“Wait, you thought I was serious?”
Devon and his friends stare at me like they're watching a cringe compilation.
“You… you mean, you don't want to da–”
“Of course I don't actually wanna dance with you. Oh my God I can't believe you thought I was serious.”
He laughs, and so does his friends, and I'm standing here like an idiot in my lavender sun dress I spent all my allowance on. What a waste. I can't believe I fell for it. I can't believe when Devon Shannon, captain of the wrestling team, said he wanted to have a dance with me at Homecoming, I actually believed he meant it. Why did I even come here?
Their laughing intensifies as I feel my eyes watering, and all I can think to do is just run away. So I do. I run right through the dancefloor toward the gymnasium doors.
“Whoa!”
I accidentally run into Dad who's standing by the doors since he agreed to chaperone the dance.
“Hey, what's wrong, Rue?” He asks as soon as he sees the tears falling down my cheeks.
I don't even want to say it out loud. All I can do is shove his hands off me and keep running.
“Wait!”
I can hear his footsteps following me, but I just pick up the pace until I make it to the girls bathroom. At least in there he can't follow me.
Heading straight for the last stall I close the door behind me just as I hear the main door to the bathroom opening.
“Don't think the girl's bathroom's gonna stop me from comforting my daughter,” Dad's voice says as he walks in.
“Just leave me alone!” I cry.
“I'm not leaving until I know you're alright,” he says in a loving yet stern voice.
His footsteps are slow as he makes his way to my stall. I attempt to stop crying but it only gets worse the more I try to stop, my whimpers and sniffles echoing throughout the entire bathroom.
“Rue, baby, please, tell me what's wrong.”
The stall door creaks open. I didn't bother to lock it. I'm just standing there staring up at him as he looks down at me with so much worry in his eyes.
“.... It's Devon.”
His eyes widen.
“That boy that asked to dance with you? What did he do? Did he touch you in a way you didn't like?” His expression quickly creases into anger. “That son of a bitch. Where is he? I'll–”
“No! Dad don't. Don't do anything to him. Please, that would make everything worse.”
“But Honey–”
“He didn't touch me. He didn't even dance with me. It was all a joke.” My tears start blurring my vision because I'm crying so hard. “He never wanted to dance with me. I'm a freak. A loser. I'm so ugly, why did I think anyone would want to dance with me!?”
He shoves his way into the stall with me and wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace.
“You're not any of those things, Rue. You're wonderful. You're beautiful. Anyone who can't see that is a fucking moron.”
“Dad, you cussed,” I say with a slight giggle between my crying. I'd never heard him cuss before and he's always such a stickler about it at home.
“I know, I know,” he says with a light chuckle before kissing me lovingly on the forehead. “But it's warranted here. That Devon's a pathetic fucking loser for how he treated you.”
He sways back and forth so gently as he still holds me in his arms. It feels so good. He doesn't let go, he just keeps holding me and holding me until I finally start catching my breath from all the crying I'd been doing. My tears start to dry, and even though my heart still hurts so much from what Devon did, I still can't deny that being comforted in this way feels even better than it probably would have felt to dance with him anyway. My hands at his chest, I reach up to wrap my arms around Dad to return his caring affection.
“Do you…” I hesitate to ask, knowing how embarrassing it is, but right now I really could use the confidence boost. “.... Do you really think I'm beautiful?”
“So beautiful,” he replies without skipping a beat. “So breathtaking. And you've always been that way. You're the most beautiful young woman I've ever seen. And that's not just because I'm your father, Rue.”
He looks down at me, and for a second I swear I felt one of his hands tease at the lower small of my back.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask.
I watch as his eyes dart off to the side almost as if he's nervous.
“I…. Well, I mean…. Uh…”
“See,” I say with a defeated sigh and I let go of him. “Even you don't really think I'm beautiful.”
“What? That's not true! That's–”
He's interrupted by the sound of the main door opening. He releases me and quickly shuts our stall door just as the click of many heels fills the room.
“Did you see Rue Sable? Oh my God, I can't believe she actually thought Devon wanted to dance with her.”
A taunting chorus of laughter follows.
“I know right? He's, like, so out of her league. So what if she's on the track team, she looks like a fucking sixth grader.” Says another voice.
“Erika's on the team and she says Rue has barely any tits at all she doesn't know why she even bothers with a bra.”
They laugh some more and sound like they're mostly just using the mirror to touch up their makeup as none of them use the stalls. Thank God, because if they were to notice there was a guy in here, let alone my own dad?! That would be the end of me.
The girls continue gossiping about a few other students before heading back out to the dance, and I'm just as disheartened as ever knowing the joke played on me is most likely going to spread like wild fire now.
“Don't listen to them,” Dad says as though he's reading my mind. “They're just jealous of your youthful beauty.”
“Youthful beauty? Dad, I'm gonna be 15 this year and still look like a flat chested freak. You can't even tell me what it is you mean by seeing me as beautiful beyond just being my dad, so I know you're just saying that. I know I'm ugly, okay?”
He tucks his finger under my chin and rests his thumb just below my lower lip, gentle as he lifts so that I am looking him in the eyes. His stare is confident but also so kind, it nearly has my heart skip a beat being looked at so lovingly.
“You're not,” he says in a hushed but firm tone. “God, Rue. If you only knew.”
He keeps looking at me, and his eyebrows scrunch together almost like he's sad.
“Knew what?” I say, almost afraid of the answer. “Don't baby me, Dad. I know the truth. I know I'm not pretty. How could I ever think anyone would find me attractive.”
His other hand he uses to wipe away the remaining tear stains on my cheek before he cups it. The warmth of his hands on my face is soothing in a way I didn't expect, and though I'm beginning to get intimidated by how long he's staring at me, I can't help but hope he doesn't let go.
“.... Dad?”
Without warning he leans down and kisses me. No, not on the cheek. Not on the forehead. He kisses me on the lips. I think maybe he'll pull away soon, maybe a small peck on the lips wouldn't be so bad. But he doesn't. His kiss grows deeper and before I know it, he's slowly massaging my tongue with his as he moans into my mouth.
“D-dad…” I try to protest as I pull away from his lips only for him to kiss me again, this time, with his hands wrapping around me and pulling me right up against his body. I can feel on my stomach the bulge in his pants growing harder and twitching in depraved lust. He's my Dad. He shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't–
“I can't stand to hear you say such things about yourself,” he whispers harshly. “Not when I've been trying like hell to keep my hands off of you. God, look at you in that cute little dress.” His hands run up my thighs underneath my dress all the way up to my ass. “It makes me want to hike it up over your hips and just….”
“Dad, you can't…. We can't–”
I gasp at the sensation of one of his hands cupping my vagina.
“Dad!”
I try to push away from him only for him to wrap his other arm around me and hold me tight in place as he starts stimulating me with his fingers. I keep trying to fight, though admirably half-heartedly, as I've never had to defend myself against his molestation before. It's like I don't know what to do. My fighting begins to dwindle even more as the feeling of his large fingers rubbing me off starts to feel…. God, it feels good. He leans down and starts kissing me again as his fingers steadily send a swirling, sexual satisfaction teasing at my clit. I didn't mean to. I really didn't. But a wanting, audible moan escapes my lips.
“You like that, baby?” Me mutters into my mouth. “You like when Daddy touches you?”
I try and fail to suppress another moaning breath as he rubs a little deeper, nearly shoving his fingers inside me were he not touching me above my underwear.
“God, Rue, I don't think I can resist any longer.”
“What do you mean?” I ask in a panic, knowing deep down what it is he means.
Still holding me tight, he stops touching me to start undoing his pants, exposing himself in front of me for the first time. I tell myself not to, but my eyes look down to find him fully erect and throbbing for me. It's intimidating how big he is. I've…. I've never had sex before.
“Dad, wait. We… we can't.” Why do I whisper that? Why don't I scream for help? What am I doing?
In seconds I'm hoisted up off the ground and shoved up against the wall of the stall. I can feel as Dad pulls my underwear to the side and again I gasp sharply as the head of his cock starts to push up into my hole.
“Daddy, please…” I whine quietly, knowing there's no turning back with how badly he wants to do this to me.
He's been wanting to do this to me? To have sex with me? His own daughter?
“Don't you see, Rue?” He says as he starts shoving inside me. “You're so fucking beautiful. You're so beautiful I can't resist fucking your perfect body.” His cock head is now fully inside me as he starts to pump with shallow, teasing thrusts.
“Dad…” I sigh longingly. Fuck. He feels so good.
“That's right, Rue. I'm your father. I'm your father and still I can't seem to resist how beautiful you are. I know this is wrong. I know it's fucked up, but I want you so fucking badly.”
He starts shoving deeper, with every inch he manages to get inside me he stimulates me with his shallow thrusting.
“I'm not like this, you know,” he says as he starts kissing and licking at my neck. “I'm not attracted to other girls your age. I know. I've tried watching underage porn in hopes that if it got me off, it would distract me from how badly I wanted you. But it didn't work. They don't do anything for me. It's you, Rue. I've never seen a girl more beautiful than you. More perfect. More special. I love you so much, Rue. I love you so much.”
He suddenly shoves harsh and deep inside me and I let out a pitiful whimper at the overwhelming satisfaction of being filled by my own Dad's huge cock. I didn't know sex could be like this. Be this god damned good. His thrusts are no longer shallow as he strokes the entire length of his shaft in and out, in and out of me again and again. Fuck, my whole body's tightening like a spring ready to pop.
“Oh, God, Rue,” he moans with rugged, husked breaths beating lovingly against my neck. “Rue, you're even better than I imagined you'd be. God, your little cunt can barely fit around my cock.”
“Dad…” I whimper, no longer wanting him to stop his assault. It's too good, his every move sending waves or pleasure through every inch of my body. “Oh, Dad…”
“Don't you worry, baby,” he sighs, “Daddy's gonna make sure you cum for your first time.”
Just as he sinks his dick into me with another forceful thrust, the main door to the bathroom swings open.
“Dad.” I whisper in a panic before he cups my mouth with one of his hands.
We are completely silent, my dad's rock hard cock stuck fully inside me as a few girls walk up to the big mirror, likely to apply makeup like the last group.
“I dunno,” one of the girls says. “I don't think it's funny.”
I recognize her voice. It's Stacy Lark. She's super popular and on the cheer squad, but the most notable thing about her is that she's loved by everyone, not just the popular kids. That's because she's actually really nice. She doesn't bully people like most other girls in her clique do.
“Not even a little?” Another voice says, this one I can’t quite recognize.
“No, it's not,” Stacy says. “Rue is a sweet girl. I bet you Mandy put Devon up to it. She's obsessed with him and I bet she got jealous when she noticed Rue started crushing on him too.”
“Mandy? Jealous of a freshmen nobody?”
“What she lacks in popularity Rue makes up for in looks. Something Mandy would definitely be jealous of.”
I'm embarrassed my crush on Devon was apparently so obvious…. But I had no idea Stacy thought so highly of me…. That she actually thinks I'm pretty.
My thoughts are interrupted by the jolt of pleasure rushing through me as Dad's dick twitches inside me. Again I try and fail as a soft moaning breath escapes me.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” Stacy asks.
“You didn't hear anything?”
“No. Did you?”
“I thought I…. Whatever. I guess it's nothing. You wanna head back?”
“Yeah, let's go.”
As soon as the door closes Dad wastes no time resuming to fuck me senseless in the bathroom of my high school. I can't deny the risk of getting caught, knowing that everyone from school is only a few yards away dancing the night away while my own Dad makes love to me in a public bathroom is really getting me going. The thought alone amplifies my pleasure nearly just as much as the notion that it's my Dad's cock that's got me squirming like crazy. I can't believe it. This is actually turning me on.
“Daddy…” I moan, knowing that the word alone only adds to how good I'm feeling. “Oh Daddy, it's so good…”
“I'm so glad you like it, baby,” he pants as his thrusting grows more demanding. “If I'd known you'd like it so much I would have been fucking you before you even got to high school… Jesus your little cunt's fucking perfect…”
He kisses me deep, his tongue he nearly shoves down my throat as he fucks me so hard. I never knew I could want this so badly. I had no idea getting fucked by my own father could feel this earth shattering. My whole body starts shaking and I involuntarily start rutting my cunt up against him with each stroke of his cock.
He stops kissing me to again look me in the eyes with unwavering intensity.
“That's it, Rue,” he says. “Cum for me. Cum all over your Daddy's dick.”
“D-daddy…” I barely make out. I can feel my eyes are wide with both fear and excitement. “Daddy, I… I can't…. I think I'm…. Daddy!”
I hope to Christ that the music is loud enough that no one hears me scream out my incestuous orgasm as Dad plummets his dick inside me with relentless force. I see fucking stars I'm cumming so hard, and it's not long before Dad's muscles tighten as he grunts and groans his own orgasm. There's an unfamiliar heat filling my cunt and I think it's his semen as I start to feel it leaking and dripping down my shaking thighs. He pumps so deep I feel him tapping at my cervix, but my orgasm's too good for it to hurt. Nothing hurts. Not his fingers digging into my flesh. Not my being slammed against the wall again and again. Nothing. Pleasure is the only feeling I know right now.
“Fuck,” Dad pants. “Fuck, Rue I…” he pumps a few more times before finally pulling out and gently letting me back down onto the floor. “... I didn't think I'd actually…. I don't know what came over me, I–”
“It's okay,” I say bashfully as I look up at him. “I…. I really liked it.”
He reaches to run his fingers through my hair, and even that sensation feels like heaven.
“I really liked it too,” he says tenderly before leaning down to kiss me softly.
I kiss him back, and this time I slowly insert my own tongue into his mouth, trying to copy what it is he did to me while we fucked.
“Well…. Do you want to go home, or…”
I think about it. If he'd asked me that when I first ran into the bathroom I would have said yes in a heartbeat. But now? Something feels different. I feel…. More confident. More sure of myself and certain in knowing I didn't deserve what Devon did to me. I didn't want a stupid guy like him to ruin my night. I deserved to go to Homecoming just like everyone else.
“No. I think I want to stay a little longer.”
Dad smiles.
“Okay, Rue. Go on and show that Devon what he's missing out on.”
I smile too.
Dad walks me to the dance and then splits off to stand with the other parents chaperoning the dance. I don't waste time walking right up to her.
“Um, hi, Stacy,” I say as I approach her and her friends at the punch bowl.
“Oh, hi, Rue,” Stacy says with a bright smile. “What's up?”
“Would it be okay if I danced with you guys tonight?” I asked. “There was someone else I was going to dance with, but he turned out to be a dud.”
“Oh, you mean Devon?” She says with a laugh. “Yeah, he's such a tool. Sure you can dance with us.” She puts down her empty cup and walks with me and her friend to the dance floor. “Hey, so I heard you're on the track team.”
“Yeah. I haven't been on it long, though.”
“Well, have you ever considered cheer? We've got an opening and I think you'd be a perfect fit.”