Rent-A-Daughter

She climaxed first, and then again, before I was done… maybe it’s one of the side effects of getting older, but I seem to last longer… it’s not quite as intense, but still a fantastic ride, and for longer, and it’s incredibly fulfilling to be able to make your partner cum twice before you’re ready to go.  But her second orgasmic cry of “Oh, Daddy,” triggered that sensation, and I shot off into her, and then we lay together in my sheets. 

“I think I’m going to take the apartment,” she said, after she’d caught her breath.  “It’s on the floor below.”

“So we could see each other… more?”  We hadn’t really discussed if this would be a one-time thing… we hadn’t discussed anything, really, it had happened so fast. 

“If you’d want to.”  She seemed a little insecure, unsure of herself, almost like she was a kid again.

I put an arm around her.  “I would.  I really would.”  Whether that meant casual sex or dating, I didn’t know.    We hadn’t talked about exactly what we were looking for.  But I’d take what I could get, though I knew I’d prefer something more like the latter.  We had enough in common, seemed to be sexually compatible, and it would be refreshing, once, to have a woman that knew my darkest secret, my attraction for little girls. 

“There’s just one thing…”

“What?”

“I have a daughter.”

My heart jumped.  She’d conspicuously left this out of her life recap, although now that I thought about it there were some pauses where she seemed to think twice about what she was about to say, and changed tack.  “Oh.”

“Her name’s Mary Jane.  She’s seven.”  I did the math quickly and relaxed a little.  One bullet dodged, that meant it couldn’t be mine.  I didn’t screw her up by getting her pregnant at twelve.  But there was only one other reason I could think of to hide it, or bring it up now…

The moment hung, and I decided to broach it first.  “I understand.  You don’t want to risk it, with me being… what I am.”

She looked up to me.  “No.  I mean, I trust you.  I had to practically beg you to touch me remember.  I think you’d be okay… but… her dad split before she was born.  And after, well, most guys don’t want a relationship with a single mother.  They’ll hang around a while for the sex, but don’t want to be a daddy.  I promised myself I wasn’t going to get serious with anybody unless I thought they were going to stick around.  She could use a father figure in her life, maybe someone who can supervise her while I work… do you think you could do that?”

“I want to,” I told her.  “But are you sure you’re not worried I might… slip?”

“Are you?”

“No, but…” What I didn’t say, just thought, was that you couldn’t, probably shouldn’t, trust a pedophile at his word.  Even one of the ‘good’ ones.  We sometimes slip. 

“I don’t think you’d hurt me like that, and I don’t think you’d hurt her at all.”  She snuggled up a little closer. 

I told her I’d think about it, but never came to a firm decision… yet we kept seeing each other and eventually she introduced me to her daughter.  MJ’s a great kid, and I fell into a fatherly role pretty easily once exposed to it.  That’s how Rent-A-Daughter made me a father, even if it took over a decade, and we’re even talking about making it for real, and having another kid together. 

I know what you’re thinking, but nothing ever happened with Mary Jane.   Not once.  She never did take to calling me Daddy, but she’s told me she thinks of me “like a father” before, and I certainly think of her like a daughter.  She’s entering high school now, and now that we’re past the age of maximum attraction, I’m more worried about the boys she goes to school with than I am about myself.  I’m not saying I was perfect… I had a few inappropriate fantasies, but even those were rare, and I’ve never touched her.  There was no need.  Fantasies are overrated, they don’t need to be made real when what you have is pretty damn good.   Maddy took care of all my sexual needs, and Mary Jane took care of the need to be a father and protect somebody.  Like the old Marvel and DC universes, they didn’t have to be combined, they’re probably better separate. 

And Maddy?  We’re still together, doing great.  Last summer we fulfilled her lifelong ambition and took a family trip to see the Pyramids.  She also got me back into reading comics, the new ones, regularly, and we even go to conventions together, with her in costume, making geeks salivate.  The best part of those is, little Mary Jane thinks superheroes are kind of dumb, so we leave her at home with a sitter.  Maddy and I get some much needed private alone time, and, when we retreat to the hotel room, usually the costume stays on for quite a while.  These days Madeline mostly favors Sif, X-23, or Lady Doomsday for her cosplay, but one thing hasn’t changed since the days she used to dress up like Supergirl for me.  Unlike her daughter, Madeline does call me Daddy.  She only does it in the bedroom, and that’s enough for me.

The End