Alice, "Yes Daddy."

"Alice? Hello, Earth to Alice!"

I was startled by the sound of someone calling out to me. Blinking I realized it was my room mate Sophie. She was once again annoyed because I had completely zoned out about what she had been talking about.

"Uh, sorry. What were you saying?" I mumbled.

She gave me this look like she didn't believe I meant the apology. Shook her head and made a wiping motion at the corner of her mouth with her middle finger.

"Cute." I said.

"No, seriously. Drool anymore over your homework and you are going to need to be checked for electric shock and buy a new computer." Giving me a mischievous smile so broad the rest of her face nearly disappeared she asks, "So, who you got your eye on that you can't concentrate?"

I blush deeply. Knowing there was no way in hell she or anyone else could possibly understand what had happened between me and Patrick nearly a month ago.

So I tried to play it off. "You wouldn't know him." And shrug.

Her eyes got nearly as big as her smile from before. Only now in disbelief.

"Girl. That is what students say when they are banging a teacher! Damn girl, and here I thought you were a little virgin and didn't have no game." A look of mixed respect and envy came into her eyes.

I straightened my shoulders. So what if she thought I was already that kind of a girl my freshman year. It didn't matter. And besides, I had four plus years to figure out just what kind of girl I really was. Let her worry about her own ideas regarding my sex life. Between trying to focus on my work and actually passing from one year to the next was where my focus needed to be.

My eyes wandered to the chest that had sat unopened since the day I dragged it up the elevator to my dorm room for the millionth time. And the memory began flooding through me again. I shook my head and tried vainly to concentrate. Then gave up. I saved the pathetic amount of work I had done and turned off the machine. Grabbing my keys and purse I headed out to try and clear my head, ignoring Sophie completely.

Once outside I began walking, enjoying the feel of the last little bit of summer as it began blending with the early hints of a promise for crunchy leaves, crisp breezes, and the hopeful scent of fireplace smoke as people began warming their homes. I closed my eyes and started to take a deep breath, taking it all in.

And then crashed to the ground as I was unceremoniously knocked over followed by too late shouts of "Watch out!" and "Hey are you okay?"

I had landed square on my butt, my jeans completely covered in grass and dirt stains. I had loose grass clumps somehow in one of my shoe's. And I had a absolutely gorgeous guy sprawled on top of me with a football in one hand, while attempting to push himself off of me with the other. It was him and his friends who were asking me if I was okay.

"You okay?" he repeated.

"Yeah I think so." I took his hand and let him help me up. It was then that the whole event came to mind. "So, knock girls over often? Or just those new on the Quad to meet them?"

At least he had the grace to duck his head slightly in embarrassment. He extended his right hand to me. "Mike. Mike Hawthorne." His grip was amazingly firm and yet warm and soft. I liked him immediately.

"Alice." I said.

"No last name?"

I smiled playfully. "For now you can call me Alice C. As in C building." I waved my hand in the direction of the dorms.

His smile faltered slightly. "Your a student?"

"Yes. Is that a bad thing to be?"

"What is your major?"

"Sociology."

His face became even more serious.

"Freshman?"

"Yes."

He shook his head as though trying to clear it. When he looked back up he smiled charmingly still, though slightly less flirtatiously. "I guess I will be seeing you then Alice. And thanks for helping me catch the ball." And with that he jogged off to rejoin his buddies and their game.

Mike Hawthorne. Why did that name seem familiar?

I continued my walk, puzzling over the cute guy's name and strange behavior. Ending up at the nearby corner store where I picked up a few small things to nibble on while studying and then heading back to the dormitory. Right before entering the building though my cellphone begins ringing. I decide to sit outside while answering it and go to a nearby bench.

"Hello?"

"Hi Alice."

My panties instantly became drenched at the mere sound of Patrick's voice. It was a very good thing I was sitting down.

"Hi Daddy."

"How are you liking school so far?"

"It is good. I am already getting a lot of work to keep me busy."

"I know you will do fine. You are a smart girl."

"Thank you Daddy. Was there anything that you wanted to talk about? I was just heading back to hit the books some more." I was struggling to keep my composure. What I really wanted to know was if he was around the corner somewhere desperately wanting a booty call. God knows after our first and last encounter it was all I could think of most of the time. He was after all my first and only sexual experience I had had.

"Actually yes Alice there was. But first I have a very important question for you. Have you opened your gift since being at school?"

"No Daddy."

"Okay, well tonight is Friday. I want you to do something for me. Okay Alice?"

"Yes Daddy. What is it?"

"When you are alone I want you to open the trunk and find a red and black dress. There will be a list attached to it as to what to wear and not to wear with it. Once dressed, put your long coat on over the top. It will be chilly tonight. Go to the address also listed on the dress. It is a restaurant. I have another surprise for you. Oh, and once you are dressed and before you put on your coat. Send me a selfie."

"Yes Daddy. I can do that."

"Good girl. I will see you soon. Bye for now Alice." And he hung up.

Now there was no way I was going to be able to concentrate on my school work until Sophie left for the weekend. Though I knew I had to try.

So I did. I think I got a grand total of maybe one more assignment somewhat completed by the time Sophie finished packing her overnight bag that she took to her boyfriend's apartment every weekend and had left. Still looking at me like she knew something that she knew I knew that she knew.

I gave it about ten minutes, just to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything and would come back for.

No Sophie.

I checked to make sure the dorm room was locked. Then I went to the case and unlocked it.

Finding the dress and the accessories to go with it was easy. It was a beautiful black and red cocktail dress. Tight corseted waist that made my own waist even tinier and my breasts seem even larger than any bra could. The cleavage on the dress was princess cut and low but tasteful. The skirt was full of black and red ruffled lace that felt like it went to just above my knees in the back and fell just below the halfway point of thigh and knees in the front. The dress was accented with black sheer thigh high stockings held up by a matching garter. The shoes were surprisingly comfortable dress heels. Less than an inch tall. No sleeves on the dress, though it did come with a matching wrap. On the list was a approved selection for cosmetics I was to wear and a small matching handbag to keep my personal items in. The only garment not included in the ensemble was panties.

I felt very naked. But after looking in the mirror, had to do a double take. I definitely did not look like myself. I looked older. Sexier. And definitely even kind of slutty. I put on my long coat and instantly felt like a super hero wearing a disguise over their crime-fighting gear.

"This is for Daddy." I repeated to myself as I took deep breaths. And then, after double checking the address again, left the dorms and made my way to the bus stop followed by the restaurant and hopefully a dinner date with Daddy.

Surprisingly I didn't get any strange looks from people on the bus. Nor at the restaurant when I gave them my name. Instead I was escorted to a quiet table and offered a glass of water while I waited.

After a couple of minutes my cellphone rang. I could see that it was Daddy.

"Hello. Are you running late?"

"No Alice. I will be there shortly. I am meeting a few old college friends of mine and wanted to introduce you to them. I am picking them up and then we will meet you there. Feel free to go ahead and order yourself something to eat. See you shortly sweet girl." He hung up.

Now I really didn't know how to feel. Friends? And here I was dressed up and with no panties on! My first instinct was to hyperventilate. Instead though I took one deep breath (nearly popping my breasts out of the top of the dress. I make a mental note not to do that again). And calmed down. I had to trust Patrick. When we had been together a month ago he had gone slow with me. Never making me do something I expressed uncertainty about and stopping/pausing when I asked him to. I had to trust that this was going to be no different.

So I ordered a bit of food and began to try and relax. Until Patrick and his friends came to the table.

At first Patrick and I greeted each other like we always did, with a warm familiar hug any father and daughter would exchange. But then Patrick's hand wander swiftly beneath the hem of my dress and squeezed my bare flesh of my ass followed by a quickly whispered "Good girl." Into my ear.

Just as quickly the connection between us ended and he turned to introduce his friends.

"Alice, I would like you to meet Sean Scotts, head of the Physical Education department. Tom Hedge, head of the History department. And Mike Hawthorne, head of the Sociology department. Everyone, this is my daughter Alice."

I shook all their hands in turn. Recognizing them all from earlier in the day when I had been tackled. "It is nice to meet all of you again."

Patrick was puzzled. "You have met before?"

Mike spoke up, "This is the accident that won our game for us earlier that we told you about. If Alice hadn't been there to trip over I wouldn't have fell in just the right way to catch the ball and win."

The smolder in Patrick's eyes which he shot at Alice fizzled instantly when he heard about the innocent encounter. And I could tell that he had been about to be upset, though I had no idea why. Did he not want to share me after all? If that was the case it was a relief. I didn't want to be shared either. Not like that.

Dinner was fairly mundane. We ate and talked. Enjoying the conversation and relaxing it took me a moment for my brain to register that Patrick's hand had strayed beneath the tablecloth and was now encouraging my thighs to part widely. He leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Open for me sweet girl. Our secret." He stayed put until I whispered back the words I knew he needed to hear.

"Yes Daddy."

Followed by my legs slowly spreading, just wide enough for his pleasure but not so wide as to bump anyone else beneath the table.

Patrick lifted up the hem of my dress. Fully exposing my pussy and garter clipped stocking tops to anyone who happened to pass by and notice. (Which didn't seem to be anyone oddly enough). Patrick reaches his hand between my leg's spreading my wet lips apart with his index and ring fingers and lightly tapping my clit with his middle finger a few times before plunging it into my hot wet center burying himself repeatedly up to the knuckle over and over again.

To attempt to maintain the outward composure of someone not being fingered publicly I began sipping my water. Often. Until it seemed I would burst with how full my bladder was getting combined with the sexual pressure building up inside of me. It was getting almost too much!

I think Patrick noticed my struggle, because he smiled down at me and called for the bill. Excusing himself and me from the dining group we leave and he escorts me to his car.

"Alice you did really good in there. You are deserving of a reward. What would you like?"

I thought about this for a bit while I put on my seatbelt and he started the car. Turning to him I said, "I want to do again what we did after you taught me how to give you a blow job."

"Are you sure Alice?"

"Yes Daddy."

He smiled and drove me to his hotel room. Where he locked the door led me to the bed. I remained standing until he was ready.

He stood before me barefoot. "Take off your shoes Alice."

"Yes Daddy." And I removed my shoes. Setting them neatly next to his.

"Now spread your legs wide and lift up your skirt Alice."

"Yes Daddy." And I did.

He then kneels down in front of me and places his hands on my hips, curling around until his fingers are gripping my ass cheeks. He then begins to run his tongue along my labia, flicking over my clit repeatedly and roughly before burying it deep into my vagina. He did this over and over again until my knees began to wobble.

"Please Daddy!" I cried as I showered him with my release.

Slowly he stood. Approval gleaming in his eyes.

"Take off the dress Alice." He commands me quietly.

"Yes Daddy." And I obey . Undressing before him. He stops me when I go to remove the stockings and garter.

"Leave these on Alice. They suit you."

"Yes Daddy." My hands fall to my sides. Waiting for his next words.

"Alice, I want to do something that we haven't done yet. But I need you to relax completely and trust me in order to enjoy it. You only have to let me know if it is too much and we will stop okay?"

"Yes Daddy." My apprehension is instantly high, and he sees it. Taking a deep breath he pulls me to him. My naked body engulfed in his still dressed warmth. He strokes my naked back. Eventually including the line of my tailbone in the caress. After a little while he can feel me relaxing into him more. It is at this moment he parts my ass cheeks and begins to gently insert his pinkie finger into my hole there. It is tight and his finger is dry and smooth. It feels strange at first and I instinctively clench up my muscles there. But he continues to soothe me until I relax again. This time it is the tip of his ring finger he inserts. Moving slowly in and out and in just a little bit deeper. He is able to sense when I have began enjoying the penetration into my asshole. He adds the middle finger to the slowly growing group of digits stretching me. Preparing me for another part of Patrick much larger than a finger. He has lain me back onto the bed now.

"Stay relaxed Alice. Keep your legs spread wide just like that Alice. Good girl Alice."

"Yes Daddy." I respond in a haze. I am so relaxed right now and aroused I don't care what is going on.

I hear him removing his clothing. And suddenly he is off the bed. But only for a second. He puts his fingers back into my asshole. Stretching and relaxing me again. The wetness dripping from my pussy adds to the ease in which he inserts his fingers. Increasing my pleasure. And then in a very swift movement his fingers are gone, and in their place is a solid object. Patrick's quick intake of breath tells me he is pleased.

"My God Alice. You have never looked more beautiful."

A click of a flashless camera, and then Patrick has buried his cock deep into my pussy. The feeling of his size inside my still relatively "new to sex" pussy intensified by the object buried in my ass. The whole experience is heightened for both of us. Me because of the extra nerve endings being stimulated in parts of my body I never dreamed could be.

Following his lead I do not hold back when my orgasm breaks upon me. Arching my back into his body I clutch onto his shoulders with my hands, his mouth with mine, and wrap my legs and thighs tightly around his hips. Molding us into one being, if only for a moment.

It is only after the haze begins to break inside my mind that I notice Patrick staring down into my face. A look of loving concern in his eyes.

I feel a strange void of empty space in my body and feel about as though confused. He reaches to the nightstand and shows me the anal plug that he had already removed and cleaned.

It was smaller than it felt. And very pretty in its own way. It had a pretty gemstone in the base and was rose colored metal.

"Want to see how beautiful you looked Alice?"

"Yes Daddy."

He picks up his cellphone and shows me the picture. It is me. Full body image. Legs wide apart. Stockings, garter and sparkling anal plug.

I look up at him my eyes sparkling with affection for him and appreciation for the new experiences he is awakening in me.

"Is that pretty girl really me Daddy?"

"Yes Alice. It is."