#3 - Leaving Town

Daddy’s Girl - Michael Bubble

“So you have the directions to the dance studio?” I nodded as my dad stood in my room; glancing around it with his arms folded over his chest. “Are you sure you’re ready for this Jespin? No one’s going to think badly of you if you change your mind.”

Sighing, I turned around to face him. “I know dad, but I’ll be ok… don’t worry about me, alright?” He gave me a sad smile and shook his head.

“I’m retired, I have nothing better to do but worry about you.” He pulled me into a hug as I laughed against him. He moved his arm around my shoulder and I allowed him to lead me out of my room and down the stairs.

My luggage was already out by my hybrid; sitting under the hot sun waiting for Sidney to put it in its’ place. I strolled out beside dad, watching Sidney as his arms flexed under the weight of each suitcase.
He glanced up at our approach, giving me a small grin and a nod to Mario. “I’m gonna go make a few phone calls and I’ll be right back, alright?”

I nodded at him, watching him walk back towards the house. “So… today’s the big day, huh?”

“Guess so… you happy to finally see me gone?” I asked lightly as I leaned against the car.

“Of course.” He said as he slammed the back door shut. “I‘ve been plotting to get your room for years.” I grinned up at him as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Oh god! What's that!?" I squealed, moving out of Sidney's grasp to point at my car.

"What's what?"

I pointed more insistently at the back seat; where a broom was perched on top of some bags. "Is there a broom in there?"

"Yes..." He said slowly, trailing off and turning around to stare at me. "And that would be a problem because...?"

"Because it's bad luck! You can't move and take a broom with you! Everyone knows that!" I pulled the door open and slid the broom out, walking it back up towards the house; leaning it against the porch. When I turned around, Sidney was laughing hysterically. "What?"

"You're insane... I've never even heard that one before... you need to stop with the superstitions Jes. Someone's going to have you institutionalized." I sighed and rolled my eyes, there was no use arguing with him. Sidney was the most superstitious person I had ever met; but it was all revolved around hockey - so therefore it was ok.
To him, my fear of black cats, walking under ladders and broken mirrors was nothing more than a joke - an entertainment factor.

He grinned sheepishly at me before walking towards me; enfolding me in his arms once again. “Sidney… we’re in the driveway.” I put my hands on his sturdy chest and gave him a gently shove; it didn’t move him at all.

Instead he shrugged, pulling me in tighter against him. I tilted my face towards him, my body reacting without the use of my mind.
I had no idea how long we stood like that; touching impulsively, our lips gently moving together - but too soon I heard the sound of car keys jingling behind me. I pulled away from Sidney, blushing as dad cleared his throat behind us. “You kids ready to go?”

“Kids ready to go? What are you talking about?” I asked looking back and forth between Sidney and dad.

Sidney grinned at me while dad answered my question. “Well, the guys don’t have a game for a few days so Sidney said he’d drive you to your new place… hop a flight back on Tuesday.”

“Oh Sid… you don’t have to-”

“I already packed a bag… besides, the last thing I want is to be here when he starts crying.” He laughed as he nodded towards my dad. I groaned at his proclamation, turning around to see dad blinking reverently; causing emotion to ball up in my throat.

I threw myself at him, hugging him tightly and allowing tears to fall down my cheeks for the first time. “You sure you know how to get there Sid?” He asked, finally moving away from me and clearing his throat.

“Yah… get on the highway and drive straight for four hours…” He said rolling his eyes; laughing slightly at the questions. “I think we’re good.”

I climbed into the passenger seat; tears falling freely as Sidney gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. We turned the car on the pulled out of the drive way, smiling as a I turned around in my seat; peering out the back window like a child.
I waved enthusiastically back at my dad, who was standing in the driveway; one hand in his pocket, the other raised above his head. “Ah… daddy’s little girl is all grown up…” I reached over to punch his shoulder as he laughed at me. “Jespin, you do realize that you’re moving like, 4 hours away… and that you’re going to see him every month…”

I nodded slowly, turning back around and buckling up as my house disappeared. “That’s not the point… it’s the principle of the matter…” I sighed, positive Sidney wouldn’t understand; he’d been gone for so long he probably didn’t remember the actual ’leaving’ part.
I took one last look at him laid back in the seat, his right hand on the wheel, his left hand tapping gently on the wheel. His shaggy hair was almost fully covered by a baseball cap, and his warm brown eyes were focused on the road that was opening up ahead of us.

I leaned my forehead against the window and smiled to myself. As much as I didn’t want to admit that I was terrified of moving in by myself; I was ecstatic that I wasn’t going to have to do it alone - not that I’d ever give Sidney the satisfaction of knowing that.


Dad had held out no stops when he had purchased my loft. It was open, spacious, two-stories and beautiful. I had only recently purchased most of the furniture online; so I wasn’t surprised to see that it was still fairly empty. “This is huge…” Sidney said as he shadowed me around my new home. I nodded in agreement as he reached the staircase; heading upstairs into the open bedroom. “Still no bed! Guess it’s a good thing your mom packed sleeping bags.” I turned around and stared at him is disbelief.

“Did she really?”

“Yes… campout!” He punched his fist in the air and jogged down the stairs to get the luggage.
I walked around my empty bedroom; lovingly tracing my fingers along the wall until I reached the balcony door. I unlocked the handle and slid it open, taking a tentative step outside.
It’s wasn’t a big deck, but it had a great view of the city; my city. I sighed as I mulled that notion over in my head. My parents had always instilled a proud sense of French-Canadian pride in me, but I had been born and raised in Pittsburgh. The Burgh was always the place I thought I would stay forever; it was such a great place so, why would I want to leave it?

I turned around when I felt a presence behind me; Sidney was standing a few feet away, smiling at me. “What?” I asked as I grinned back.

“You’re beautiful…” He said softly, tossing the sleeping bags down on the floor and closing the gap between us. Assuming that he was mocking me, I scrunched my face up, sticking out my tongue in the process. “Ok… except for when you do that… that’s what Mario looks like when he’s annoyed… uncanny.” He laughed, giving me a gentle shove.

“So wait… I look like my dad, but you still think I’m hot?” I grinned, shoving him back and laughing as he rolled his eyes.

“Whoa now, never said you were hot…”

I laughed again, this time in mock hurt as he grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug. “Ass.” I mumbled into his chest.



“Mmm whatever you got… smells awesome!” I said happily as I walked out the bathroom, towel-drying my hair. I had changed into a pair of baggy grey sweat pants and tight Pen’s shirt, after my shower; laughing as I came around the corner. “Nice outfit!”
Sidney was standing in the kitchen, placing his spoils on the only piece of furniture in my apartment; the table. He was wearing the same thing as me, grey sweats, Pen’s shirt.

He looked up and grinned. “Great minds, eh?” Rolling my eyes, I walked up to him, grabbing the bottle of the table.

“Red wine and Chinese food?” I asked sceptically as I read the label.

“Yah… the Chinese food tastes good, and the wine’s to get you drunk!” He chuckled as I shook my head, putting the bottle back down on the table and opening up one of the food cartons.
Grabbing some chop sticks and paper cups, I headed into the living room; Sidney following after me.

“So the satellite isn’t hooked up… movie time?”

“I brought the final season of Friends with me!” Sidney shouted, setting his food down on the floor before taking off up the stairs. He came back a minute later, the DVD season in his hands and a huge grin on his face.

“You’re kind of random… you know that right?” I chuckled as he turned the TV on.

Taking a seat beside me on the floor we both began eating our food and taking sips of wine. The mixture was disgusting, but after the 4 episode, it was hard to notice anymore. “Geesh Jespin! A little tipsy there?” Sidney laughed as I stumbled slightly on my attempt at standing.

“No s’fine.” I slurred, causing myself to giggle a bit as I staggered into the kitchen. I heard Sidney laughing loudly as he followed after me; wrapping his arms around my waist as I dropped the empty carton into the sink.

“You’re kind of cute when you’re wasted…” I turned around, slapping his chest playfully as he let our a low sigh, pulling me back against him.
His hands gripped tightly onto my lower back, pushing my body against his. I could feel the taunt of tight, defined form; waiting firmly beneath a thin layer of t-shirt. Sighing against the kiss I grasped onto his neck, pushing my lips against him harder. I kissed him urgently, even though I wasn’t sure why. Sure I cared about Sidney, but were the feelings romantic… sexual?
It was when I felt myself being lifted off the ground, that I realized what was really going on. I had always had a crush on Sidney, he made me smile, made me feel comfortable. I wanted to explore these feelings, not like this though - the alcohol was having a major effect on my judgement.

I felt the cool fabric of the sleeping bag underneath me as Sidney laid me down; his hands tugging at the waist of my sweatpants - pulling them down slowly. I glanced up at him, trying to focus on his face as the room began to tilt slightly. My initial reaction was to tell him to stop; that this was going to go too far, too fast - but I couldn’t.
He was staring down at me, his full lips were slightly puckered and just inches away; amazingly kissable. His hands moved up my arms, onto my shoulders and neck, until he was gently cupping my face.
I could feel my oxygen diminishing as I forgot to breath; his thumbs softly tracing the outline of my face, leaving a trail of tingles that shot through my body.

We stayed like this for an agonizing amount of time before he timidly brought his face down towards me, his lips brushing against my flushed skin. I reached out for his face, tilting him upwards until his lips were on mine; igniting an uncontrollable feeling of lust.
He let out a low moan and pulled back as he swallowed hard; an act that caused his adam’s apple to shift slightly beneath his cleanly shaven skin. When his eyes met mine, they were partially closed, fluttering gently with each intake of breath.

He repositioned himself until he was kneeling in between my thighs, pulling his shirt up over his head before he began to fumble with his belt. Feeling slightly useless as I watched him, I grabbed for my own shirt, struggling to get it off with inebriated hands.
Once I had discarded it, he lowered his body back down on mine; causing me to sigh as his perspiring skin pressed down on top of me.

He pressed nervous kisses down my neck as his arms entwined their way around my body, lifting me off the floor slightly. I buried my face into his neck once I felt his lips press against my forehead; the head of his erection grazing my inner-most thigh as he began to shift himself gradually.
I bit down on my bottom lift, gasping slightly as he began sliding himself inside me; stretching my body in ways that hadn’t happened before. With a grunt he pushed himself in fully causing me to inhale sharply in pain. “Jes… Jes… are you ok?” he asked, concern filling his voice as he stared at me intently. I nodded up with him, trying to breath through the powerful throbbing that was emanating from the lower half of my body. “You have done this before right…?” He asked urgently, a plea in his voice. “Right?”

“Umm… have’now?” I slurred, trying to sound sober and not laugh; in this particular moment, the situation mixed with wine was appealing to the immaturity in me. I tried to suppress a snort as panic crossed his face.

“Oh shit! Jespin… I thought…” He started to pull away but I stopped him. Some part of me was saying that I should let him get dressed and end this here, but I didn’t want it to happen like that; I didn’t want him to feel bad about this.

He obliged me, and stayed; only this time each move was calculated and premeditated. His forehead was crinkled with concentration as he gently pushed himself into me. I closed my eyes; trying to find enjoyment in the semi-awkward encounter, as he began to increase his tempo.
Opening my eyes I watched him thrust with a held-back fury; eventually picking up a rapid pace as his hands clamped around my shoulders - halting the quick bouncing of my body.

I felt bad, like I should be doing something else. I’d watched porn one night when I was at Beth’s; we walked in on her brother and some of his friends watching a sleazy clip from a movie. We had watched a bit, giggling from the doorway. The girls had been arching, twisting, moan, cursing… and here I was… kind of bored. I thought about trying to do the fake things I had seen in the movie, but thought better of it; I was having a hard time not laughing now, if I did that, it’d be game over.
It wasn’t even that this was a horrible experience; it wasn’t. Sidney was extremely attractive and caring… there was no reason not to be turned on; other than the fact that I was almost too drunk to comprehend the seriousness of the situation.

He began to groan, and I assumed that this was coming to an end. In a last stitch effort to give back, I wrapped my legs around him and pushed him in further. He spilled inside of me, to the point that a hot, wetness began seeping out around him; dripping onto the floor between my thighs.
He lowered himself down next to me, panting as he pulled me against his chest. I let out a sigh, shifting uncomfortably as more cum began to trickle down my leg. “You ok babe?” He asked in a husky voice; his hot breath blowing across my neck as he spoke.

“Mmhmm…” I sighed, my voice a few octaves higher than normal. Grinning, he unzipped the sleeping bag open and helped me inside, curling up next to me.
When I feel asleep, moments later, it was to the sound of Sidney’s breathing; his body wrapped around mine.