This is a work of fiction, and all participants in sexual activities are 18 or older.

June 2021

As my daughter (17F at the time her 18th birthday was the next day) went to bed, I (52M) started getting ready for the morrow. I first refilled my big water pitcher in the kitchen & retrieved 2 wine glasses and a wine bottle opener from the cabinet. I had been drinking water as if it had been going out of style since Friday afternoon, trying to make sure that I was well enough hydrated to complete my tasks on my daughter's special day. I got out her other presents, the complete negligee set, matching "stripper" heels, and wine. I put the wine in the "hotel/dorm room" refrigerator in my room. I broke out the candles and silk sheets that my wife bought for her daughter's 18th birthday the last year before she got sick. And a nice 18th birthday card that I'd bought my daughter a week ago.

I wrote in the card:

My dear daughter, Today, you become a woman. I shall take from you the last of your childhood. However, in return, I shall gift "Daddy's little girl" a token of womanhood so that she may "Smell like mommy for daddy." Know this, you are now, always have been and always shall be "Daddy's little girl." My love for you shall never diminish. Love Dad Ps. I told you that what was on the table was for last night. Put these on and come to my room at 8:00 sharp. Don't knock, the door's open, and I'm expecting you

I finally refilled the pitcher and then went to bed. Having consumed several gallons of water the previous day and a half, I had to get up several times to use the bathroom. On one such trip very early in the morning (12:00 something), I eased through the house and deposited my other presents by my daughter's door. Making sure that the card was on top under the last bottle of her mother's favorite perfume that I had (because as a little girl, she always wanted to "smell like mommy for daddy"). I then went back to bed.

I awoke at my usual 5:30, I straightened my room and replaced the bed sheets with the silk sheets and set the candles up around the room but waited until to the last minute to light. While I washed the old sheets, I fixed a continental breakfast. I staged it on her mother's desk in my room with an opened bottle of chilled wine and the two wine glasses. I shaved, took a shower, put on some cologne, and waited for 8:00 in an easy chair in my room.

8:00 Jessica's 18th birthday

My bedroom door slowly opens, the motion of the opening sucking the air behind Jessica forward and into the room. The intoxicating scent of her mother's perfume expertly placed upon her nubile young body awakens my manhood. She stood there for a moment, and I took in the sight of my 18 year old daughter wearing the negligee set that I'd picked out for her. I noticed that she'd left the robe open, allowing me to see how well the bra, panties, garter, and stockings all accentuated the 34D/25/34 curves of her 5' 9" 123 lbs frame. She looked better than the dress of the night before, so I pulled out my cell phone and snapped her picture again. Her makeup fit the color to a "T." I'd thought that she was stunning the night before, but the way that she looked at that moment could only be described as heavenly.

I watched as she sexily walked into the room. When she was about a third way into the room, I stood up, looked at her, and said, "You look absolutely ravishing, dear." To which she responded, "Do you promise daddy? " I smiled, said l, "Yes I do," and turned to the breakfast bar hearing her say,"Oooh. Daddy, in a sultry voice. I retrieved the wine glass and poured us both half a glass. I handed one to her, and she looked at it quizzically. "My dear, as your father, I approve of your having a bit of wine on special occasions, and this my dear daughter is such an occasion." I clicked my glass to hers and toasted "to your childhood, may you forever remember it, and how you lost it with happiness and joy." And we each took a sip.

I then took the glass from her and, in the process, smelled her wrist and the drop of her mother's perfume there. I placed both on the desk, turned back to her, and stepped into her, and we embraced. The "stripper" heels that she was wearing put her 5' 9" frame eye to eye with my 6' 2" frame. I could feel the silky material of her lingerie against my skin. It and the smell of the perfume on her neck and throat drove me wild. I looked her in the eyes and said, "I love you, my baby girl," and kissed her.

The kiss while still loving it wasn't like the night before. There was more lust and want in it. I moved from her lip to her ears, neck, and throat. She said that she loved me too. While I could do to her just about anything that I wanted, at that moment, I just d wanted to keep kissing and holding her. In the back of my mind was a tiny little voice that sounded like my late wife, and it said, "Take your time with her dear, you have all day."

End of part 2 part 3 soon.