Yes she does

Your house 8:23pm

You were sitting on your living room couch watching some Blue Bloods on Hulu Plus when your doorbell rang.

Pausing the TV, you got up, walking to the door and opening it. The smell of ozone flooded the room from the evening rain. Standing on your porch was Beth Anne; in a raincoat over her shoulder, she was carrying a book bag.

Raising her hand, she simply said, "Hi."

Smiling, you stepped back, motioning for her to enter. Gripping the bookbag, she hesitantly stepped inside, moving past you. Closing the door with a click, you reach up, turning the dead bolt.

"So, Mr. Clarkson..." Beth started, only to freeze when you placed your hands on her shoulders, going, "Shhh."

Taking the bookbag off her shoulder, you set it on the coffee table. Beth Anne starts to reach for the buttons on her coat. Shaking your head, you say, "Let me."

Reaching out, you began to undo the buttons on the coat. Under your fingers, more skin is revealed with a click, and the buttons are disengaged. The rain coat then slid off her shoulders, leaving Beth Anne clad in the same costume as that night in Shooters.

Looking at the teen, you could see her nervousness in her stance, and by the way, she worried her lower lip.

"Are you nervous?" you ask as you start to circle the teen.

Beth Anne gulped, saying, "Yes, I am."

So close, she could feel the heat of your body. Brushing her hair to the side, you lean down and gently kiss the back of her neck, whispering, "Good girl."

Unconsciously, Beth Anne leans back into you. "Never lie to me, and I'll never lie to you. That's the first rule, clear." You wrap your arms around her, slowly stroking her belly. Beth Anne softly sighs, turning into a low moan as you nibble on her left ear.

"You move like a dancer and are so sweet and sexy," you whisper against her ear.

You turn her in your embrace, then tilt her head to look directly into your eyes. "You confidently stripped before a crowd of strange men. So why are you so nervous?"

You could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. Swallowing, she says, "I—I've had my share of boyfriends." She looks away. "A couple were able to get me close enough to finish myself, but well." She turns back to look you in the eyes. "Wednesday was the first time I've ever actually come on a cock."

You smile in triumph, saying, "And there it is."

"I can't stop thinking about it. Then on Saturday when I ran into you..."

"You wanted what?" you prod.

Breaking out of your embrace, Beth Anne takes half a dozen steps before spinning around and blurting, "Fine... I wanted you to fuck me." She all but screams. Raising her hands, she says, "In the hot tub. It took everything in me not to scream, "That's my load," when you came in, Conseula.

"I've had a plan," she blurts out as she stalks over to the couch, leaning on the back. "Ever since I ruined my friendship with the two people I cared most about."

Wide-eyed with tears gathering, she screams, "Over fucking Derek, an asshole loser who not only couldn't even get me off. He even had the gall to blame it on me."

She seems to deflate her voice now, low and choked, "I was going out of state to college even if I didn't get a scholarship. That's why I was dancing, because my daddy can't afford it."

She snorts, adding, "Even bought some Plan B."

Abruptly she stands up, walking back over to you. "Now all I want is for you to keep your promise. To keep me fat and happy until I don't know what it is to not have a baby in my belly, clear-eyed Beth Ann raises her arm and with practiced ease tears off the costume top. Her skin was flushed as she stood before you in a skirt that only halfway covered her ass and a g-string.

"Listen, I'll be your happy cheerleader slut if that's what you want. If you want me to have three, five, or hell even a dozen children, I'll happily get on my back and spread my legs."

Grabbing your hand, she raised it to cup her right breast. "I'll stand back and watch you breed our whole cheerleader squad and help you do it if that's what you want."

"I just ask one thing. Please don't ever hurt me or set me aside." She finished earnestly.

You stared into her eyes, so full of want and need, and knew you'd move heaven and earth to make that happen.

Cupping her chin, you rubbed your thumb against her lips. Opening her mouth, her tongue slithered out, tasting your digit.

"I'll never set you aside or knowingly hurt you, Beth Anne," you promise.

Removing your hand, you tell her, "Out there I'm your teacher and eventually your equal."

Raising your arms, you gesture to the whole house. "In here my will is law, and I might as well be God. Can you live with that?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes watery.

"As good as the skirt is on you, lose it. Our bedroom is the open door at the end of the hall. I want you in bed on all fours waiting for me." You order.

When you said "our bedroom," you saw a tear start working its way down her cheek. You only hope it was a happy one.

Spinning, Beth Anne went down the hallway, taking off the costume as she walked.

Euphoric, but you still had trouble believing this was real. Not two weeks ago, this girl not only hated you for not making her head cheerleader but also sicced her dad on you. Now she had pledged to essentially be your personal broodmare.

You start down the hallway. After school you were unsure she would come after you told her she was going to be in your bed tonight. But taking a chance, you'd taken some Viagra at 7 after you ate dinner. Time to put your erection to good use.