Page 13 of Saving Little Jenna
I waited for my boner to go down because it was never a good idea to let your crotch make decisions. Taking my cup of coffee, I took a seat next to her. She showed signs of being aroused. She was breathing heavily but trying to normalize it, and her pupils were slightly dilated.
Would I hate myself for what I was about to say? I knew Jenna wasn't a Little, so it wouldn't work out between us. Not being a Daddy meant the relationship would eventually end when Jenna finds me too suffocating like my exes. I shouldn't start something knowing how it'll end, but the heart wanted what it wanted.
"I need to tell you something." I sat back in my chair and wondered if I looked ridiculous doing this barely clothed. "This might seem too forward, but I want to be honest. Ever since I met you, it has increasingly become clear that I like and care about you. When I read that note you left me yesterday, the thought of not getting to see you again felt like the end of the world."
She just stared at me blankly, so I continued. "Now, I don't expect you to reciprocate these feelings. In fact, there's nothing you have to worry about. I’ve decided I'll have to ignore these feelings since I've recently realized I'm into something else entirely, something so niche you probably haven't even heard of it."
She blinked slowly and leaned in before speaking quietly. "What do you mean, Clark? What are you into?"
I took a deep breath, wondering how I'd go about explaining what age play was. "After several failed relationships, my friend has helped me realize I'm a Daddy who needs a Little to be happy. You probably don't know what those terms mean, but they're part of age play. You can look it up online later. If this is the start of a friendship, I just wanted to be honest. We'll just have to stay friends where we acknowledge that one of us is attracted to the other."
She just sat there staring at me before looking at her hands on the table. When she finally spoke shyly, it was so quietly I could barely hear her.
"What if I told you I'm just as attracted to you, if not more. And what if I've spent the past few months secretly living as a Little in my room, hoping to get out in the real world and find a Daddy of my own. A Daddy who would take care of me and my worries, so I could live the carefree childhood I missed out on."
When she waited for my reply, I just shook my head in disbelief. "Surely, you're joking. What are the odds a Little comes into my life just when I realize I'm a Daddy? I was sure it was wishful thinking when I thought I saw some signs you might be a Little. I dismissed them off, attributing them to your unique upbringing."
She nodded as she looked at me with lust in her eyes. "It's true, Clark. Ever since I met you, I've spent day and night thinking about you. You're handsome, but it isn't just your looks. No one has been kind to me before. You've treated me like a human when no one else has. I tried to forget you when I left yesterday, but I knew it wasn't possible. No matter where I went, I'd always wonder what it'd be like to date you. I mean, I haven't even been kissed yet, so wanting to date someone is like a big step for me."
My initial reaction was one of disbelief, but then I could barely contain my excitement as I stood up and walked over to her side of the table. Was this really happening? After years of dating incompatible women, I had finally found someone who wouldn't find my need to take care and be dominant suffocating.
Taking a seat next to her, I moved my face closer to hers. The lust in her eyes was unmistakable as she breathed heavily.
"Never been kissed, eh?" I raised an eyebrow and put on a lopsided smile. "We need to fix that right away."
When my face was inches away from hers, I paused and shifted my gaze between her eyes and lips. She squirmed in her seat. Was my almost naked body turning her wet? She looked like she'd kiss me right away if I waited any longer. My baby girl was impatient but it wasn't a concern. Among other things, I'd teach her patience as a good Daddy would.
I was uncertain of the look she was giving me. Either she found my stare intimidating or it was turning her on. Either way, I decided to calm her a little before I kissed her. I knew in my heart she was my happily ever after, so it was important I take things at a pace she was comfortable with.
"You've got something here." I gently brushed her cheek with a thumb.
Having my big hand on her face reminded me how tiny she was compared to my big and muscular frame.
"Oh, what is it?" She looked down at my thumb and I knew she was relaxed enough to make my move.
"No, it's nothing." I moved my face away and just when she was least expecting it, I cupped her face with my hands. "Wait, it's right here."
I leaned back in and pressed my lips against hers. When she opened her mouth to let out a moan, it was soon silenced by my tongue in her mouth. Most people didn't get to have a perfect first kiss, but Jenna was going to be among the lucky few.
She put her hands on my bare upper arms and squeezed them. By the coldness of her palms, I could tell she was nervous. As we continued kissing for a few minutes, her grip relaxed and warmth returned to her palms. When I broke the kiss, she let out a quiet whimper at the sudden lack of touch. I needed to take things slow for her sake, but I didn't trust my dick if I continued making out.
"That's one thing off your bucket list." I smirked before standing up and walking over to take a seat at the other side of the table, doing a poor job at hiding the tent in my briefs. "I'm glad I could help."
She gaped at me in surprise as I adjusted my boner underneath the table. "That's how good people feel when they kiss? How do people get anything done when they could instead be kissing each other for hours?"
I chuckled and nodded knowingly. "I know, right. Human civilization rests on the shoulders of people working hard when they could be making out their entire lives instead."
The arousal in her eyes was clear as she squirmed in her seat and whispered. "I kind of didn't want it to end."
I chuckled and put a hand on hers, squeezing it and causing her to stifle a moan. Merely touching her hand was enough to arouse her. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction when I made sweet love to her. We'd probably end up draining each other out day and night.
"Me too, sweetheart." When I let go of her hand, she squirmed in her seat again. "But let me tell you something. I have a feeling you're the one, my happily ever after. I've never felt this way before. Sometimes you just know the moment you meet someone. All the more reason for me to take things at a pace you're comfortable with-" when she tried to speak, I put up a hand- "I believe you when you say you feel the same way, but it's still wise to take things slow. I've fucked up enough relationships and I'm not gonna fuck up the most important one. I want to do things the right way. Taking things slowly would mean I learn more about you and understand the things you're comfortable with. If I move too fast, I might scare you away like I always tend to do. You're too important to lose, Jenna."
She frantically shook her head. "No, Clark. Nothing you do can scare me away. I was sure you only want the best for me ever since you took me in. Nevertheless, I agree with taking things slow. As long as you're with me, I don't care how fast or slow we go."
When I nodded, her face lit up at the sudden realization that we were a thing now. I wasn't her Daddy yet, but I hoped she wanted it just as much.
When I just smiled at her in silence, her cheeks turned red and she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're staring, Clark."
