Accepting Her for Dad: A girl learns to love her dad’s new girl friend.
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It started during my first spring break from college. I was 18 and decided to spend the week at my dad’s new home on the lake. I was happy I was going home to see my dad but not thrilled about going to the new house.
My folks had been divorced since I was 10. I spent my time 50/50 between them. Depending on her boyfriend du jour my mom moved at least 5 times. Their agreement kept me in the school system. My dad’s house stayed the same. It was where I was stable. After I went out of state to college, my dad decided it was safe to sell and move. I didn’t blame him. There wasn’t anything left to tie him to the old house, but along with college it was another change for me.
I’d seen the house briefly over Christmas break. Dad was looking for a new house and it was one of the ones we looked at. It was actually my favorite. It was more of a beach house than the suburban house I grew up in. Well, with dad at least.
With mom it was mostly apartments. Single/divorced guys don’t often have houses. Sometimes, on every other weekend, the apartments were crowded as dads got to see their children. I had 2 ex step sisters and 2 ex stepbrothers. All older than me. All nice enough people but I wasn’t really close to any of them.
Dad’s new house was on a lake. It had 5 small bedrooms, 3 baths, 2 with small showers, one luxurious which, although not in the master bedroom, was obviously used as a master bath. It then had one great room/kitchen with almost all glass doors and windows and no walls. There were amazing views of a small beach, the lake, and the wooded area out back. Last it had decks all around that led down to a private dock. Part of the deck was raised with a hot tub overlooking the beach.
It wasn’t a crowded beach. It was small. There were 2 other houses, mostly separated by trees. The one furthest away also had a dock. Few people came to swim here as it was small, there was a huge beach 200 yards away, and the docks made it hard to swim.
This was where I was going. It was beautiful, but still new and did not feel like going home.
Dad was there when I got there. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. I’d missed him. He was 6’1″ and had big shoulders. He felt solid. He was always my anchor. He stayed in shape by swimming. He always smelled great.
He showed me which room was mine. I’d actually already chosen it, but dad had moved all my stuff, decorated, and had really worked to make it mine. Lots of my old stuff hanging on the walls with new pictures and some furniture and art that showed dad really knew my tastes.
We spent Friday night through Sunday morning catching up on me, school, my social life. Nope no boyfriend yet dad. I’d actually had a brief one. I’d lost my virginity to him, but it really wasn’t meant to be. It was fun for a while. I told dad about all but the virginity part.
I was loving the house. It was actually beginning to feel like a home. It was a peaceful, relaxing refuge. I was enjoying it and being close to my dad.
Then on Sunday he dropped the bomb. I mean, I should have expected it. Dad was 45, handsome, and well off. As far as I knew he had never dated while I was growing up. I didn’t know what he did when I was at mom’s, but I never met anyone.
It was at breakfast he told me.
“Cindy, there’s someone I want you to meet,” he said.
In the back of my mind, I kind of knew what he was going to say, but a part of me was hoping it was a contact for me to get ahead in life, or a boy he’d thought I would like. I didn’t say anything. He went on.
“I’ve met a very nice woman and we’ve become close. Close enough that I think it’s time you met her,” he continued.
I didn’t know what to say. “OK,” was all that came out.
Her name was Laurel. It sounded familiar. He told me I’d met her before. It hit me. She was the real estate agent who showed us the house. I tried to remember her. I remembered she was nice. I remembered thinking she was pretty, but I really couldn’t picture her.
“The real estate agent?” I asked.
He smiled. He was obviously happy I remembered her. “Yes that’s her.”
I just kind of sat there. I knew I should be happy for him, but he’d been mine alone for so long i felt like something was being taken from me.
“You OK?” he asked.
I came out of my stupor.
“Of course dad. It’s about time you met someone,” I replied. I am not sure how much conviction I said it with. “Have you been seeing her long?”
Turns out they had started dating almost the week she’d shown us the house. Right after I’d returned to school. He felt it was getting kind of serious and thought it was time I got to know her. He asked if we could go out for dinner with her that night.
“Of course,” I said. “I’d love to meet her.”
He was happy. I was always glad when he was happy. He hugged me and told me he was going to call her and make arrangements. I put the dishes away and cleaned up. I was kind of numb inside and didn’t feel or think much of anything. Mostly had logical thoughts. ‘Of course he’d met someone. Why wouldn’t he? I should be happy. He shouldn’t be alone his whole life.’
I went out to sit on the deck. It was still a little cool that day. I took a blanket and laid out on a deck chair.
I wasn’t happy. I knew it was wrong of me, but there was a part of me that felt she was stealing my man. Dad had been mine, and mine alone, since I was 10. Now there was someone trying to take my place, or at least come between us.
We spent the day chatting and just puttering around the house. Sunday we got ready for dinner. We weren’t in a fancy area, but we were going to the nicest restaurant in town. I put on a nice pair of jeans, heels, and a cute pullover top. I checked myself out in the mirror.
I looked good. At 5’3″ and 120lbs, I could stand to lose 10 lbs, but those 10 lbs gave me great curves. My long brown hair hung to the middle of my back. My frame easily supported my 32c breasts and the bra and top I was wearing made them look great. I knew I was attractive. I’d got hit on enough at school. Tonight, I wanted to look extra attractive.
Satisfied with how I looked I met dad in the great room.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
Dads have to say that stuff, but I always felt he meant it and it made me feel beautiful.
We were going to meet Laurel at the restaurant. We got there a bit early and were given a table. I was facing the door.
I saw her before dad did. I was stunned. I remembered she was pretty. I didn’t remember how pretty. She was about 5’6″, looked about 30. I was found out later 35, but she looked younger. She had curves, curves that moved in that way that you had to stop and look. There was a certain sexiness about her. She had thick almost black hair that came down between her shoulder blades.
I looked around. I think everyone in the restaurant, at one point, turned to look at her as she walked to the table.
She was wearing a red wrap dress with long sleeves. The neckline showed some cleavage but nothing inappropriate. It clung to her top half like a second skin. At her hips it flared out. It was knee length but as she walked you could see a flash of thigh well above her knee. She was gorgeous and sexy.
She walked up to our table. Dad stood up and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. It bothered me a bit. He introduced us.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she said. “Well,” she said humorously, “I know we’ve met before and, with as much as your dad talks about you, I feel I know you, but it’s nice to finally have a chance face to face.”
It was obvious she was sincere. She had a beautiful smile and a friendly lilting voice. I thought briefly that it came with her job, but it was probably the fact that she was sincere that made her good at her job.
She sat and joined us. She asked me about my life, talked about my dad, her job. She kept the conversation going. She often made both my dad and I laugh.
I didn’t make much effort in the conversation. There was a part of me that was enjoying it and a part of me that wasn’t happy she was there.
The night went well. Dad invited her back to our place after dinner. She asked me if that was OK. She made it clear it was OK to say no, and that she understood I wanted my dad time and she didn’t want to intrude. I was actually not sure, but I told her it was fine and that she was welcome.