Chapter 1: Worried About Father’s Day

I’d been home from school for just over a month now and so far summer break was going great. After the local schools had finally let out, I was requests from a number of families to baby-sit for them. Most girls quit once in their mid-teens, especially after high school, but I didn’t want to work at the mall or some fast-food joint and babysitting was a pretty good way to make money if you could stand it.

Truthfully, I really getting tired of the gig myself but I decided to take on a few of the easier, better paying families. It gave me some extra play money so I didn’t have to beg dad for it all the time - not that I minded begging him, especially when you consider how he made me “earn” it.

Other than that, so far my summer break pretty much consisted of spending time with my friends and family, going shopping, seeing movies, eating out, and boating. Mixed in, of course, was a bit of casual sex. Although at my age I wasn’t ready to tie myself down to a steady boyfriend, there were a few guys still around from high school that were happy to learn I was back in town - and I’d like to think even happier after they took me out. It was all just for fun, though. Like I said, I wasn’t looking to establish any kind of emotional bond with anyone for now.

One of the holidays I look forward to every year is Father’s Day. Mother’s Day, of course, is important, but Father’s Day provides all sorts of opportunities. When I was little there was the traditional ugly tie or “World’s Greatest Dad” gift in one form or another but as I got older my presents became more “personal”. After all, once you given yourself, literally, to your dad, an ugly tie just doesn’t seem to cut it anymore. Every year it got harder as I tried to think of something to do better than the year before. This year I wanted it to be something that would surprise him but my mom wasn’t exactly providing me with a lot of help.

“C’mon mom, what should I do this year for Father’s Day?” I whined like a little girl who wasn’t getting her way. Just because I’m twenty years old doesn’t mean I can’t act childish at times.

“Well, you’re going to have to come up with something pretty wild if you plan on beating last year’s gift,” my mom responded absentmindedly, not even looking up at me from her book.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation - no help there! Mom loved her romance novels and once she was immersed in one, the house could have been burning down around her and she wouldn’t have noticed so I was probably lucky to get even THAT much of a response.

Speaking of last year’s gift, I smiled as I recalled the look on my dad’s face last year when he opened my present. A camera nut friend of mine had helped me make up a calendar using a dozen “up close and personal” shots of my pussy and ass, decorated with an appropriate theme for the month. Given there was nothing that identified me in the photos, he actually showed it off to the guys at the office, letting them think he had been given it as a gag gift. It must have been pretty hot seeing them looking at the photos without them knowing it was his own daughter’s pussy that was covered with candy hearts in February!