Big Daddy Wants Me

10: Annabelle.

I know I shouldn't text Josh. I know I should just forget about the whole thing. But I can't let it go. I am furious that I haven't heard anything from him today, yet he has Kiara on his mind.

What about what happened last night? It wasn't nothing, even if it wasn't right. How can he ignore me after that? Josh, the man who is always trying to teach about demanding respect from guys. If it had been some high school kid who'd felt me up and then never called me, Josh would have been enraged. Now here he was, the man who was supposed to care about me the most in the world, doing the same thing.

I pick up my phone.

Me: You and Kiara are a thing now? A.

I have to admit I'm surprised.

The three dots that indicates he is responding waves and blinks on the screen. Then... nothing.

Frustrated, I throw my phone on the couch and go to grab a soda from the fridge. But when I open the fridge, I have a better idea.

Josh always keeps beer in the fridge, and I never drink it. I'm not much of a drinker - surprising, I know, for an 19 year old girl - and I don't like the taste of beer. But suddenly, beer is exactly what I need. I open a can and I'm taking a long slug when I hear my phone beep.

I swallow the beer with a grimace and grab my phone.

Josh: I thought you liked Kiara. Honey, I just think it's time I started dating.

I don't know what I expected him to say, but for some reason this message just makes me angrier. I take another swig of beer and reply impulsively.

Me: Why? You hoping that if you f**k her you'll stop having a boner for your own daughter?

My heart is racing. I can't believe that I wrote that - can't believe I'm talking to my own father this way. But it is the truth, isn't it? And... it is what I am afraid of. That if he f***s Kiara... he won't look at me in the same way.

I drink more beer. What a f****d up situation.

The three dots blink and wave endlessly on my phone... and then stops.

Nothing... and then the phone rings.

Josh's name flashes on the screen.

Oh Jesus, no. I do not feel like having a conversation. I throw the phone down on the couch again and go up to my bedroom to prep for my webcam session that evening. Let him stew, I think to myself.

I know Josh is a hot guy - I've always known that about him. Even before I met him I overheard my mom gushing about the guy she'd met to her girlfriends, who oohed and aahed at the photos she showed them. "And he's a CEO," she'd added, like that was just the icing on the cake.

Women are always approaching him. After we moved in, if he ever took me somewhere without my mom, women would always come up to him and try to start conversations. My mom would make nervous jokes about how she would have to keep him on a leash, and he'd always kiss her and say she had nothing to worry about.

My mom was once proud of how handsome her second husband was, and I guess I was too. But that was ages ago. A lot of things has changed in so little time.

I don't know my father. He'd left us when I was a baby. And I can see that Josh has something special, something that people - women, mostly - are drawn to, and that this makes him valuable. Because he loves my mom and me, that value is imparted to us. Because of Josh, people envy us. I don't want anyone to take Josh away from me.

I will do anything to keep him to myself.

A couple of hours later I have my hair and makeup and lighting ready and I'm feeling a buzz from my beer. The buzz is welcome, because I am feeling nervous. I have some crazy ideas running through my head.

I finally grab my phone off the couch when I go downstairs to get another beer and read the texts from Josh as I make my way back up to my room.

Josh: Can you call me, sweetheart? I really think we need to talk.

Josh: Hon, please give me a call. This is serious and I really want us to talk about it, ok?

Josh: Anna, are you okay? I'm getting worried. Please call me as soon as you get this.

Up in my room, I set up my phone and laptop for recording and take a seat on my bed. I am wearing my junior high school uniform, which is too small in all the right ways, and I have tied my blonde hair into pigtails.

I start filming. "Hey fans! It's me, badgirl_anna, and I'm really excited about tonight's streaming session, and I hope you will be too. As most of you know, I am a virgin and I can be a little shy. I really love the webcam experiences I've had on this site to date, and I really feel privileged to be able to share those moments with you, but... well, a lot of you have sent me messages about this. So, if you've been a fan for a while, you know that I've never shown you my p***y," I smile shyly and take a deep breath.

"I've sort of been attracted to someone really inappropriate lately, and I don't know if that is just making me horny all the time, but I am ready to share my p***y with you now - tonight." I feel myself blushing. "It feels so crazy to say this, but I am actually really turned on imagining you watching me, and I am hoping we can get off together.

"Please join me on my private channel tonight using the link in my sidebar. I guarantee you it's going to be hot and fun."

I stop the video and post it, feeling my heart beating hard in my chest.

It is true that I've never shown my p***y before - to anyone. On my videos and livestreams, I often take my panties off, but make sure never to show anything. And one time I m*********d on livestream, but I'd positioned the camera so you can't see below my waist. God, though, filming that video and imagining people watching me experiencing the most intimate sensation anyone could feel... it had been so hot, I'd had an incredibly powerful orgasm.

I wasn't a virgin for lack of opportunity. It's not like I don't get asked out. Samantha and I meet a lot of guys and I've fooled around with a few people. I just haven't gone all the way. I've given a few blow jobs and the only orgasm any guy has ever given me had been when Jared Mathews fingered me in his car, under my skirt.

There just isn't anybody on horizon right now, nobody to lose my virginity to - no one appropriate, anyway. But my webcam experiences often feel intimate, like a s*x substitute. The idea of being seen turned me on. And so does the idea of knowing that I am turning on whoever is watching.

I copy the link to my post and then paste it into a text message to Josh.

www.OnlyFans.com/badgirl_anna/stories/announcement

A new participant joins my waiting room a minute later. Since most users give some actual thought to their usernames, I have no doubt that "AnonymousGuy1" is Josh. I take another sip of my beer and press "Start" on my private channel.

It’s showtime.