“Because I can be, how’s that?” He told her and put his hand on her shoulder. “Now move so I can get out of your closet.”
“I want to know.” She refused to move. “Are you snooping on me?”
“You have something to hide?” He baited her.
“If I do its only because you hate to think of me as a woman.” Cassie titled her chin up, another one of her mother’s moves when she knew she’d made a point.
Fact was she had made one, a good one. To her, if Darren had looked at the outfits she’d hidden it fit her comment perfectly. If he hadn’t it might make him hesitate to look out of embarrassment. Little did she know, her father was all about her being a woman.
She’d put the ball in his court and he decided not to back down.
“What’s with all the slutty outfits? That what you change into at your friend’s house to go to the club?”
“So I’m a slut if I wear them? Nice dad, you just called your daughter a slut.”
She made a show of looking offended, spun on her heel and walked away from him. Darren feasted on the sight of the smooth tanned skin of her upper back with her wet hair flowing across it.
His eyes quickly gravitated to her thighs where the towel didn’t cover much past the cheeks of her ass.
“No, I said the outfits are slutty. I know you’re not.” Did he? Those clothes, the condoms? Again something scratched at the back of his mind. What the hell was he missing?
“If someone wears proper clothes they’re proper. If someone wears slutty clothes then…” Cassie sat on the edge of her bed and as Darren approached he couldn’t help staring down at her cleavage.
He could see her tan lines and the contrast of the top half of her tits being bronzed and the rest the creamy white of her natural complexion had his dick stirring. Goddamn he’d just fucked a red hot young girl who played his fantasy for him, how could he be this fucking horny?
Because that was a fantasy and the real thing was sitting in front of him in a damn towel, her hair wet and now wearing the petulant pout that drove him crazy. Turning, he spotted her robe balled up on the small chair she liked to read in by the window.
Darren walked over and picking it up, came back and handed it to her. “Put this on, Cass, you really shouldn’t be sitting there like that in front of me.”
“Back to that again.” Cassie muttered, but took the robe and slipped it on. “Don’t know why it bothers you. I’m your daughter.”
As she reached her arms back to slide into the sleeves the towel started to fall and again his reflexes took over and he quickly put his back to her. He remained where he was until the towel hit him in the back of the head and fell over his face.
“You can turn around now.”
Darren took a second to inhale the scent of her body wash from the towel before pulling it from hover his head and tossing it on top the overflowing hamper. When he turned Cassie had turned on the bed and was sitting against her pillows, her long legs stretched out in front of her.
She was still sulking, now playing hurt little girl mode and he had to stifle a laugh when she grabbed her old Pooh Bear she’d had since she was three and hugged it to her.
“Playing it up are we?” He sat down on the edge of the bed, trying not to stare at her legs.
Instead he looked at her face which now without makeup and her brown eyes widened for effect she looked like a little girl and not a mature woman. He felt a wave of shame that seeing her like this, demure and innocent looking turned him on more than when she was in ‘hot mode’ as he referred to it.
“You hurt my feelings.” She pushed her lip out. “Said I’m a slut.” The lip trembled and he knew the crocodile tears were next.
“I told you that’s not what I said. What I was saying is if you dress like one and you’re…” he searched for the word. “Let’s say friendly, guys will say you are a slut.”
“That’s not fair.” She surprised him when her eyes flashed in anger rather than keep up with the hurt feeling routine.
“A guy bangs every girl in sight he’s a damn stud. A girl has sex with a bunch of guys she’s a pig.” She raised her eyebrows in a challenge. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re not, and you’re right, it’s a double standard and not fair.” He admitted. “But life isn’t fair and you should think about it because some day you’ll meet a guy you want more than sex from and…”
“And he won’t want me because I’m a slut?” She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry. “Then fuck him.”
“Cassie!”
“Seriously, know what that is, dad? Cold male insecurity plain and simple. Guys say they want this wild girl in bed, but when they get one its… how’d you get so wild? How many guys you been with?”
“Can’t argue.” Darren nodded. “Lot of guys are all talk.”
“Then they wonder were they better? Were their dicks bigger? Did she swallow for him? Did she…”
“What’s with the goddamn sex talk?” Darren demanded.
“I thought you said we could always talk about anything?”
“We can, but I’m a guy and know what guys think. I don’t need details or you talking like a porn star.”
“If you think that’s X-rated you haven’t watched porn in a long time.” She smirked, then to his disbelief went into a series of moans, “Oh, yeah! Oh. Baby, hmm, give it to me just like that!”
Darren tried to speak, tell her to stop, but he couldn’t. Then Cassie released several high pitched yelps and squeals. “Oh fuck, oh you’re so big it hurts! I’ve never had a co…”
“Cassie shut up!” He yelled at her, again his rage directed more at him than her because he could have closed his eyes and listened to her do that all night while wishing she was doing it in his ear.
“Sorry, daddy.” Cassie looked genuinely contrite as well as nervous. Darren couldn’t remember the last time he’d really yelled at her like that.
“You think I don’t get what you’re doing?” He lowered his voice, but his anger still came through. “You caught me with a hooker, now you’re talking about sex and boys and sounding like a phone sex operator. I get it, you think I’m an old pervert.”
“No.” She shook her head. “You’re not old, dad.”
“I…” He stopped when he realized what she’d said and stared at her as she lost the battle to hold back a small smile. “Funny.” But as her smile spread he found himself calming down. “I see what you did there.”
“You’re right, I’m teasing you because of that girl.” Cassie shrugged and Darren was glad the robe was baggy and he couldn’t see her braless breasts bounce anymore. “That and you saying its just sex is okay for you, but not me.”
“I say it because I care what people think of you.”
“You don’t care what I think of you? You had that girl in our house in your bed.” She grunted. “Come on dad, you can afford a motel.”
“You weren’t supposed to be home, but you’re right.” Darren told her, then slipped in a dig of his own. “Next time will be a motel.”
“Good because, trust me, a motel is a lot better than a back seat.”
“What?”
“Joking!” She put her hands up. “I’m easy, not sleazy, I want it to at least be in a bed.”
“You’re easy.” Darren rubbed at his temples, this wasn’t getting anywhere. “Guess that explains the need for enough condoms to supply a frat house.”
“Oh my God!” Cassie sat up, tossing Pooh to the side. “You went into my drawer?”
Oh, fuck why the hell had he said that?
“Yeah, I shouldn’t have, but…” Why did he? Because there was something was something that he should be connecting and wasn’t.”
“That means you saw my…” Cassie turned beet red and she put her face in her hands. “Oh, jeez, dad.”
“I’d rather you use that than any boy you think is cute.”
“You have nerve telling me not to talk about sex and you say things like that.” Cassie looked up at him. “How dare you invade my privacy like this?”
“So you going to tell me why you need all those?”
“They give them out in school, okay? I’ve had some of them for a while.” She slumped back against the headboard. “Or do you think your whore of a daughter needs them for a gang bang where I take on that frat house you just mentioned.”
She lowered her head and this time the tears were there.
“Can’t believe you went through my closet and my nightstand. I catch you with a goddamn hooker and you’re getting into my business? I don’t care if you’re my father or not, that’s bullshit.”
“Yeah, well…”
“What were you looking for?” She asked, looking up at him, tears on her cheeks.
I wasn’t looking for anything; I had to hang up the dress I let the hooker wear. The one pretending to be you, he sighed to himself.
“I never saw that dress before and when you started talking about picking up guys I… I guess I wondered what else you were hiding I’d never seen.” Good job Councilor that sounded legit.
“And what’s with all the weird…?”
“They’re costumes I wore at parties.”
“Parties?”
“Yes, parties, themed parties I’ve gone to.” Cassie explained as if it were obvious. “That’s what you were going to ask right? Why I had a school girl outfit and a cheerleader uniform and other stuff.”
“Yeah.” He said simply. Was that what he’d been missing in his mind? An obvious answer? “Why were you hiding them?”
“I wasn’t. I don’t wear them all the time so I put them in the back.”
“But those dresses and some of those shoes. You don’t wear those to work.” He caught himself from mentioning the lingerie, he’d already made the mistake of the condoms.