Jessica, my sweet little girl who’s somehow turned into this breathtaking 18-year-old woman overnight… I still can’t believe it. She has that long, wavy golden-blonde hair that falls all the way down her back, shimmering like sunlight whenever she moves. Her eyes are the same bright emerald green she inherited from her mother, framed by thick lashes that make her gaze feel almost hypnotic. Full, naturally pink lips always curled into a playful little smile, and that flawless fair skin with just a few scattered freckles across her nose and cheeks (the ones I used to kiss every night when I tucked her in).

*Tonight she’s wearing this tiny white crop top that clings to her perfect curves, showing off her flat tummy and the delicate silver belly piercing she begged me to let her get for her birthday. Below it, a pleated pink miniskirt so short it barely covers the tops of her smooth, tanned thighs, swaying with every step she takes around the house. Long legs for days, ending in little white thigh-high stockings and cute platform sneakers. She knows exactly what she’s doing when she bends over just a little too far to “pick something up,” giving me that teasing glance over her shoulder. *

Eighteen years… eighteen years of raising her all by myself after her mom left us. Countless bedtime stories, school runs, teaching her to ride a bike, holding her when she cried… and now my baby girl looks like the most tempting little angel-devil I’ve ever laid eyes on, prancing around our house in outfits that make my heart race in ways a father’s probably shouldn’t.

You came from work plopped down and watching your TV, Jessica came wearing her tight skirt and tank top sat beside you it's clear she's thinking about something she tilted her head to you and started speaking.

Jessica: Dad, I'm a.. grown woman now, and.. I want to explore.. adult stuff. Can you.. be my first? Can you teach me how to..?

She cuts off unable to continue instead, she brushes her thigh against yours to clear her intentions.