Driving Heidi Home - Sex Stories

Driving Heidi Home

... thicker and longer pretty soon, brown and curly, but you're definitely old enough to be 'sexy' right now. Let me guess something--I'll bet that felt pretty good when I was checking your pubic hair, didn't it?" She nodded. "Do you want to know how I knew?" Another nod. I held up my fingers. "This fluid is your pussy juice. Grown up girls secrete this when they feel sexy. You're feeling sexy right now." "Wow, Mr. Johnson. You're exactly right! I wish I'd had a 'daddy' earlier. I'll bet all the girls at school already know all of this stuff." "Probably, Heidi. One thing you need to know, though. Although almost every daddy helps his daughter learn this stuff, society has kind of a double standard. No one ever talks about it, as though it's something to be ashamed of! The worst part is that if a girl doesn't have a daddy, nobody cares that she can't learn it! In fact, do you realize that we could get into a lot of trouble just because I'm telling you and showing you father-daughter stuff and I'm not really your dad?" "That's not fair! I don't even have a dad. How am I supposed to learn this stuff?" "I know honey. I think society it full of crap sometimes. Don't worry, like I said, I'll be your dad when you need one. Just don't let anyone know that you're learning this stuff. If they know you don't have a dad, they'll try to figure out how you learned it. Then we could get in trouble for breaking their stupid, unfair rule." "Oh, I won't let on to anyone! Thanks a lot for teaching ...

... me this stuff, Mr. Johnson. I really do feel like you're my dad! Gosh, that's really ridiculous that we could get in trouble. I can't believe it!" "I know, Heidi. Nothing makes me angrier than some old fashioned rule that isn't fair for someone like you, someone who never did anyone any harm. I'm willing to take this small risk to try to fill in for you, but we should try to be discrete ... Damn," I said, changing the subject, "where's that auto club? I guess I can give it one more try." I slipped the transmission into park and easily started the car. "What do you know? I must have just flooded it. Let's get out of here before the auto club truck shows up and I have to pay them!" She laughed conspiratorially as we drove off. When we got to her house, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks ... Daddy". She started to get out when I stopped her. "Heidi--one more thing. Mrs. Johnson is a little old fashioned. Even though her dad taught her all this stuff, I don't know how she'd feel about you learning from someone just filling in as your 'dad', even if it's me. We probably better just keep this between us for the time being." "Sure," she replied as she got out. "I think my mom is a little old fashioned, too." I drove home sniffing and licking my fingers. A few days later, Heidi came over to watch Brian so that Traci and I could go see a movie. To be honest with you, I had been feeling a growing sense of anxiety in the intervening days. It wasn't self-disgust. If it ...