driving to cheer practice

Sarah looked impatient. "Well?" she asked, "what are you waiting for?"

Tom replied "I already made the wish - I just thought it. Do you feel any different?"

She shook her head. "No, not really. I guess we need to test it."

Tom took a deep breath. "Okay then.... Sarah, go to sleep."

Her body language changed instantly. There was a youthful exuberance to her. Her face lit up. "Dad, what are you waiting for? we've got to go or I'll be late. Come on!" she pleaded, stepping towards the front door.

"Okay, okay. Hold your horses, I'm ready. We can leave now," he said, laughing silently at her antics. He followed her outside and walked toward the car, then stopped when he realized he wasn't exactly sure where her school was! He thought for a moment. "Uh, Sa... I mean, Natalie, do you want to drive?"

Her eyes grew wide. "Really? You said I couldn't drive the mustang until I'd had my license at least a whole year!" she gasped in amazement.

Tom quickly tried to cover his gaff. "Uh, yeah I did. But I thought I'd let you drive this once since I'll be in the car - as a special treat."

She bounced over to him to show her thanks with a tight hug. "You're the best, Daddy!" she chirped.

Sarah was excited but clearly nervous at driving your car, so Tom tried to keep her calm and direct her, reminding her of some driving basics. The ride was very unreal. This younger Sarah, so inexperienced and nervous and completely focused on the road, was oblivious to Tom's staring. His eyes were gluded to her long legs, her upper thighs completely visible as the skirt of her uniform rode up. His gaze drifted up her body, drinking in the way the tight top showed her young curves. He smiled as she bit her lip softly, her nerves visible.

She had an innocence about her that was so unlike the Sarah he knew. Before he realized, he had become visibly aroused, so he squeezed his legs together to keep his 'daughter' from noticing - he saw no sign of 'his Sarah' in her, so he assumed she would be shocked at the very least if she noticed.

She managed to keep the 30 minute ride relatively smooth, though she struggled to fit the parking space, pulling in and out three times. Finally she exhaled loudly in relief. "Okay, that was scarier than I thought," she said, giving a tremulous smile.

"You did absolutely fine, baby girl," he reassured her. She rolled her eyes and responded "Thanks Dad - but come on, I'm eighteen. I'm too old now for those kid nicknames. Stick with Natalie, or even 'Nat'."

She got out of the car. "Practice will run at least an hour, maybe even two. Are you sure you want to wait out here? You can go back home and I'll call when we're done."

"No, it's fine," Tom said. "You'd have to wait quite awhile for me to drive back, so I'll just wait."

She started to walk off but hesitated. "I know you always say no, it's too boring, but why don't you wait in the gym at least." Tom debated the idea, thinking that watching her practice was very tempting - but maybe too tempting. "You don't have to watch - maybe you can take a nap, " she teased, misreading Tom's expression as ****.