Erika Norman: Her new Daddy

On her wedding day Brenda stood looking at herself in the mirror. Too bad I can't wear white, she thought. At the moment she was wearing nothing at all. Later there would be a fashionable blue suit, but now she wanted to examine her body, to see what her fiance, Hal Davis, would see later on.

She was a tall girl, five-feet-eight, and superbly built. She didn't have to convince herself of that. The whistles and stares she always got on the streets were evidence enough. If she needed more proof, it was there before her eyes.

The full-length mirror showed her long shapely legs, her gently rounded hips and butt, her tiny waist, and a firm jutting pair of 40-D tits. Brenda ran her hands up and down her body, feeling the silky skin, touching the little light brown nipples of her large pointed breasts.

She was satisfied. There were no wrinkles or blemishes anywhere. Even her small dainty mons was attractive, a little triangle of tight brown curls. For a woman of thirty, she was in excellent shape.

She tossed her long gleaming brown hair and studied her face – dark slanting eyes with heavy natural lashes, turned-up nose, full sensual mouth. She smiled contentedly. No one would guess she was thirty or that she was the mother of a teenage girl.

She figured Hal Davis would not be disappointed. She certainly hoped not. She'd been waiting a long time, ten years, for a good husband and a good stepfather for Debby. This marriage just had to work out…

Brenda had been married once before, when she was seventeen, to a handsome brutal punk named Billy. She could remember vividly how Billy made her hot and helpless with lust. That was how she got her daughter, Debby, from jumping into bed with Billy so eagerly that she forgot to take precautions. But Billy also beat her whenever he was drinking, which was most of the time.

Brenda left him and supported herself and Debby by working as a cocktail waitress. It was the only work she knew, and it wasn't a glamour job like some people thought. It meant hours on her feet, fending off obnoxious drunks, making slave wages. It had been that way for ten years, till she met Hal.

As Brenda dressed, she thought of Hal with a mixture of longing and nervousness. At forty he was a very attractive man, tall, muscular, with thick black hair greying at the temples. He made a good living in the sales department of a well-known company. He was bright, fun, and charming. But she hardly knew him.

In fact they'd only known each other a month. Something clicked between them the first time she served him a drink at the club, and they'd dated ever since. Brenda had refused to go to bed with him, though, hoping for a marriage proposal. She got it – but now she wondered if she'd made a mistake.

What if Hal was no good in the sack? Maybe she should have tested him first. It would be a disaster if he couldn't satisfy her sexually…

Those ten years between marriages had been rough in more ways than one. Ten years without steady sex had been almost more than Brenda could bear. She and Billy had done it two or three times a day, till she needed a steady diet. Then – nothing. A few times, when she couldn't stand the horny longing any more, she'd brought men home, but not often. She needed more than a few pick-ups. She needed a lover who could satisfy her at least once a day.

Brenda sighed loudly. She felt hot wetness in the crotch of her panties, just thinking about sex. God, she needed a man… But would her new husband be the man she needed?

Idiot, she thought, you should have fucked him first…

Well, it was too late now. In half an hour she'd be marrying Hal, and then she'd find out if she'd made a mistake.

There was a knock at her bedroom door.

"Come in," said Brenda.

The door opened, and her thirteen-year-old daughter stepped into the room, smiling. "Hi, Mom," said Debby. "I just came to see if you needed help getting dressed."

Brenda felt a wave of love for her pretty little daughter. Debby looked just like her, except of course that her figure was still developing – and she had Billy's big green eyes, not Brenda's dark brown slanted eyes.

Debby was half a child, half a woman, still only five feet tall, her body slim like a boy's, her tiny breasts just the size of lemons. She wore her brown hair short and curly. She was a pretty little thing, and soon she'd be a beautiful young woman.

"Why, thank you, darling," said Brenda. "You can help me do my hair."

Brenda put on the neat blue suit she'd chosen to be married in, then sat down at her dresser. Debby picked up the brush and began brushing her mother's long gleaming brown hair.

"You look so pretty, Mom," she said.

"Thank you, Debby," said Brenda. "I just hope I'm doing the right thing. Most of all, I hope Hal will be a good father for you."

"Oh, he will be," Debby said earnestly. "I really like him a lot, Mom. He's a nice guy."

Brenda sighed with relief. At least things would be good for Debby, even if Hal proved to be a bad lover. Debby was more important to her than anything…

Somehow the time passed, and she and Hal were married in a brief simple ceremony at city hall. They left Debby with Brenda's mother and set off for their honeymoon at Hal's beach cabin. Alone with Hal in his little red sports car, Brenda felt her nervousness returning.

She'd taken care of her financial future. Hal was well fixed, and she'd given thirty days' notice at the club. She'd never have to work again. And Debby was assured of a good father. Hal was good to her, and the girl was fond of him. There was just one big question in Brenda's mind – could Hal take care of her in bed?

She'd know very soon. It was only an hour's drive to the cabin.

Hal, at the wheel, glanced over at her. "Hey," he said, "you're awfully quiet. If you've changed your mind, we can run back to L.A. and get a divorce."

Brenda laughed. "Not on your life, Mister. I worked too hard to bag you. It's, nothing really, Hal. It's just that we really haven't known each other that long. It's kind of scary."

He cast her a sympathetic look. "I'll never lay a hand on you, Brenda. I'm not Billy," he said. "You don't have to worry about that."

She leaned over and kissed his tan leathery cheek. "You're a darling," she said, "and I'm being silly."

Of course she couldn't tell him what was really bothering her. She couldn't just say, "Hal, are you any good in bed?"

As they drove down the coast, she studied her new husband. He was outrageously handsome, his body ideally masculine – broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, small neat hips and ass. His face was rugged but sexy, his eyes piercing and dark blue. She was damned lucky to have a man like him.

It'll be all right, she told herself nervously, it'll be fine…

They reached the cabin just as the sun was going down. It wasn't large, just one big spacious room with a kitchenette and a fireplace and a king-size bed. Brenda looked nervously at the bed.

"Do you want something to eat before we – uh, before we…" she said, stammering.

Hal laughed. "No, I'm not hungry," he said, "except for you." His dark blue eyes seemed to undress her. "Let's just have a glass of champagne, then hit the sack."

"All right, Hal," she said timidly.

He opened the champagne and poured two glasses. Brenda almost gulped hers and held out her glass for more. Plenty of champagne on an empty stomach might help cure her jitters.

"I hope you don't think I'm rushing you," Hal said, "but I've been waiting a month for this, ever since the moment I saw you." He reached out and gently fondled her large soft breasts through her blouse. His voice got husky. "I want you so damned badly, Brenda."