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All she really wanted was for Daddy to kiss her.

The first time I had dated a woman for several years.

I called in to a florist and got them to send a rose to Emma's address, with a note formally asking if I could have the pleasure of her company at 6 o'clock. A nice romantic touch I thought, as I pocketed the receipt to show Monique later. The phone rang at 3 o'clock. It was Emma.

"Thank you for the rose and your wonderful invitation," she gushed. "I would love to come. Where are you taking me?"

"Wait and see," I said. "So will you give me the pleasure of accompanying me?"

"Most certainly," she replied. "I'll see you at six."

I spent more time than normal on my wardrobe, had a shower, checked that my condoms hadn't reached their use by date, and was ready outside the house at six. Emma was waiting by the gate, in a well tailored winter dress with high heeled shoes and skilful dabs of make-up that accentuated her better features.

I opened the passenger door and closed it behind her as she got into the car. I thought that conversation may be awkward, but we chatted about our mutual interests as I drove to the restaurant, and about her dreams of becoming a vet, or maybe even an astronomer. I carefully steered the conversation away from any shop talk about school or exam requirements for veterinary college, instead talking about experiences of various vets I had known through my animal advocacy work.

I had picked a fairly high quality restaurant that specialised in vegetarian cuisine, and Emma appeared awestruck by her surroundings as I took her by the arm and guided her in. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze. A foretaste of what was to come, maybe?

We held hands under the table throughout the meal. Emma proved to be surprisingly good company, as well as being very good looking. Conscious of my responsibility to Monique I didn't order any alcohol, and gently dissuaded Emma from doing so. She was after all still under-age for drinking. Though legal for planned activities, I had to remind myself.

After the meal I took Emma to a movie. I don't remember much of the plot, my mind was distracted by the warm teenage flesh I cuddled up to in the back seats, and her fresh body smell.

"Thank you for a lovely evening," said Emma as we got back to the car and I started the drive through the well lit city streets.

"It's not over yet," I said.

"Where are you taking me now?" Emma asked. I could sense excitement and nervousness in her voice.

"You'll see."

I turned off the main street and into the suburbs, eventually leaving the city behind and winding through the hills towards the coast. Emma laid her hand on my thigh, and started massaging. I gently removed it. "Later," I said. A distracted fumble in a car when I am concentrating on driving would not meet Monique's criteria of showing her daughter 'what sexual pleasure really means'.

Eventually we stopped at a grassy area by the beach and got out of the car. It was a clear moonless night and our breath condensed in an icy fog. I wrapped the pair of us in a thick blanket I had in the back of the car, and we lay snuggled together on the grass watching the millions of stars winking above us, the prominent Southern Cross, Orion's belt on the horizon, and the speckled band of the Milky Way visible as an arc of faint light in the sky, something we could never see in the city.

We started to chat and point out the various stars and planets to each other. I was impressed with Emma's ability to read the map of the sky.

"It's really beautiful," said Emma. She turned her face towards me. I lightly brushed my lips against hers, resisting the urge to bury my mouth inside her, push my hand up her dress and caress her roughly. Though I knew she would be willing, I had other things planned.

I had a thermos of warm coffee, and we drank it together as Emma talked more about her plans for the future.

"What about boyfriends?" I asked.

"Oh, I've had a few of them," she said.

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