Page 14 of Saving Little Jenna
I could never get used to how cute she looked when she blushed. "I'm just admiring how cute you are, sweetheart. I can only imagine how adorable you'd look when you're in your Little headspace."
She giggled and nodded. "I've never been in my Little headspace in someone else's presence. But you've just been so good to me the past few days. I'm sure I'll feel comfortable around you, Clark."
"Yet another reason to take things slow," I said. "Let us start things off with a date tonight. I know just the place. It's crazy how little we know about each other. I want to know everything about you, but I'm willing to settle for whatever you're comfortable revealing."
"Whoa!" She looked at me with big excited eyes, wiggling in her seat with excitement and finding it hard to sit still. "My first date! I always dreamt of going on one, but only now do I realize how exciting it gets when you know it's with the right person. Do I wear makeup? What am I gonna wear? So many decisions to make. If only I had a Daddy who could make such decisions for me."
I absolutely adored how innocent and sweet Littles were. The simplest of things was enough to make them happy and excited. They didn't need a grand gesture or an expensive gift to impress them. As long as they had their Daddy with them, they could be happy and have fun anywhere. It was a trait the rest of the world could learn from. Grown-ups went about their daily lives, numb to the simple pleasures of life. Somewhere along the way, they had forgotten to let their inner child out sometimes.
When she looked at me expectantly, I laughed. "Well, looks like I'll have to help you cross out another item off your bucket list. Based on how good you behave, you may end up having a Daddy soon."
She pushed her lips out in an adorable pout and spoke in a high-pitched voice. "You know I'm the best girl there is, Da-... Clark."
She was about to call meDaddy! What I wouldn't give to hear her call me that. I unconsciously ached to be a Daddy all my life, wanting to hear someone call me the sweet five-letter word and mean it. Looked like I had to wait longer, but it would be worth it since I wanted my baby girl to mean it.
Seeing her pout and hearing her Little voice, there was no doubt in my mind that Jenna would make the cutest Little there ever was. Sure, Daddies were biased when they thought their Littles were the cutest in the world, but could I blame them? No matter how naughty or troublesome Littles were, in their Daddies eyes they were perfect and they wouldn't change a thing about them. I felt the same way about Jenna. It was early, but I already knew I would end up loving her unconditionally, irrespective of however dark her past turned out to be. If there was one thing I learned from John and his boy, it was to let your Little know that Daddy's always there for them. Eventually, when Jenna was ready, she'd come to me with all her worries.
"Yes, sweetheart." With a genuine smile, I nodded eagerly. "I have a feeling you'll end up being a role model to other Littles, by being on your best behavior. But it can be a hard task sometimes. I know of a Little who tries to be a good boy all the time, but he's naughty at heart and his Daddy wouldn't change a thing about him. In the end, it's more important to be yourself. That's what I want from you, sweetheart, to be your true self. You haven't been in your Little headspace around others, so you are yet to explore what kind of a Little you are. No matter how your Little side turns out to be, just know that I'll care for you unconditionally."
"Unconditionally," she repeated after me, her face lighting up with a bright smile. "I thought I'd never get to know what that feels like. Thank you, Clark."
I looked down at my coffee and stirred the cup around. "Now let me get dressed before the coffee turns cold. I look ridiculous pretending I didn't forget to put my clothes on."
When I went into work an hour later, all I could do was check the time for the rest of the day. Somehow, having a Little to care for felt so different from my previous relationships. Littles could take their Daddies' love and protection every second of the day. No amount of time spent together was too much for them.
The moment I reached home, I found Jenna walking down the stairs in a beautiful blue gown. She must've spent the day shopping. At first, she was too proud to take my money, but I was glad I convinced her.
She hurried down the stairs and stood before me before twirling around with her hands above her head. She looked so pretty dressed inBigclothes, it made me wonder how cute I'd find her dressed as a Little. I was sure I'd end up popping a boner the moment she'd call me her Daddy. I'd probably have to excuse myself and rub one out then and there.
"I hope I don't look ridiculous." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was never one to dress in fancy clothes. Do you want me to change into something simpler?"
I took her hand and kissed it. "You look pretty, sweetheart, but you're too hard on yourself. I don't want you talking down on yourself anymore. I know you've been taught otherwise, but you deserve good things in life. You should do whatever makes you happy. Does getting dressed in nice clothes make you happy?"
She nodded and drew a sharp breath in when I put a hand on her lower back.
"Then it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks." I gave her a quick peck on the lips and her face lit up.
Her eyes wandered down to my biceps. My clothes were too tight just as intended.
I pulled her closer for a gentle kiss, but soon it turned into a passionate one when I pushed my tongue in her mouth. Moments later I had to pull myself away from her when I felt my cock twitching in my pants.
On our drive to the restaurant, I could tell she was nervous by the way she was fidgeting with her fingers and avoiding eye contact.
"Nervous?" I asked and she nodded after a moment of hesitation. "Don't be. I reserved the entire restaurant so we can have some privacy. It's your first date after all. It needed to be special for my sweet girl."
"Whoa!" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Are you allowed to do that? It must've cost a fortune. You didn't have to do that, Clark."
I chuckled and shook my head. "The restaurant owner is Lance, a close friend of John, who also happens to be a Daddy. I told him it was your first date and he was more than happy to help. Are you still nervous knowing that it'll just be the two of us?"
She thought for a moment before replying. "You make me feel shy sometimes, but never nervous. You're such a nice person to be around, Clark. You'd make such a good Daddy."
Just like every time she complimented me, her cheeks now turned red. When we reached the restaurant, I got out and opened the door for her. One of these days I hoped I'd get to scoop her up in my arms instead of helping her step out of the car. John carried his boy around in his arms all the time. It must feel so good to have your Little so close to your body.
"Clayton's pizzeria," Jenna read out the restaurant’s name as she stood next to me.
"Clayton was Lance's Little," I said, leading her to the entrance. "Clayton died in a car accident and his Daddy named a restaurant after him to honor his memory."
"That's so sad, but it's such a romantic gesture." She held the bottom of her gown with a hand as we went up the short flight of stairs.
