I sat at the table with Mikey and my dad as we ate dinner. As soon as we were done, we were sent to our rooms to finish our homework. Instead of doing that, I went into Mikey's room and shut the door behind me, sitting next to him on his bed.

"Hey, Gee, what's up?" He asked.

I looked at him in confusion. "Um, the ceiling?"

"No I meant..." Mikey trailed off. "Never mind, what'd you need?"

"What's sex?" I asked.

Mikey choked slightly as he blushed.

"Why are you asking?" He asked.

"Because Frank said we couldn't have sex yet," I said. "He said as long as I was calling it sexxing then we couldn't."

"Well, uh, sex is something that people do together that feels good," he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Usually because they really like the other person."

"Do you and Pete have sex?" I asked.

"Well, um...yeah," he said quietly. "Don't tell dad."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because he's super overprotective after everything that happened with you," Mikey said.

"How does sex feel good?" I asked.

"Oh my god," Mikey muttered. "It's just...why can't Frank explain this to you?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "He said that maybe one day he'd show me."

Mikey blushed as he looked down.

"Well then, that's a bit more information than I needed," Mikey said.

I sighed, laying back on the bed while he wrote something from his textbook onto his notebook.

"What happened to your Mama, Mikey?" I asked.

"She passed away when I was nine," he answered.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"It means she died, Gee," Mikey stated.

"Oh," I said quietly. "So she went to heaven and is an angel now?"

Mikey gave me a soft smile. "Yeah, Gee, she's an angel."

"My Mama said that when people die they go to heaven in the clouds and become angels to look out for you," I said.

Mikey smiled, a slightly sad look on his face.

"Anyways, it's late, you should get ready for bed," he said.

I nodded, going back to my bedroom. Mr. McDonald is making me keep a journal to write down what happens to me during that day. He says the writing daily will help better with my writing. I pulled out my notebook and my sparkly pink pencil.

I went to Franks house after school and he played his gitar that was attatched the to majic box he calls a amp. Then I went home and we ate and I talked with Mikey and then now I'm righting this.

I put my notebook away, changing into my pajamas. I snuggled up under my blanket and turned off the light. However, I couldn't fall asleep. I picked up my phone and texted Frank instead.

GeeBear: i miss you

Daddy: I miss you too, princess

GeeBear: I'm board, I wanna see you again

Daddy: I wanna see you too

My phone started ringing and I gasped happily. I answered it, pressing the phone to my ear.

"Hi, daddy!" I chirped.

Frank chuckled quietly. "Hey, baby."

I smiled, hugging Dee.

"I wanna see you again," I said.

"Maybe this Friday we can go to the mall?" He suggested.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, I think you'll love it," Frank said. "And afterwards we can go back to my place."

I gasped quietly. "For more kissies?"

"Yes, we can have more kissies," he confirmed.

I giggled, looking up at the dark ceiling.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," he said.

"Don't wanna," I pouted.

"You've gotta, princess," Frank said. "Just go to sleep, baby, the faster you go to sleep, the faster you get to see me in the morning."

"Okay, goodnight," I mumbled sadly.

"Goodnight, princess," he said.

I smiled as we hung up. I pulled my blanket up, hugging Dee as I put my paci in my mouth. After a while, I finally fell asleep. "

-+-

"You comin' to my house?" I asked.

"Yeah," Frank agreed. "I've just gotta give Brendon my notebook first."

"Why?" I asked.

"So he can copy my notes," Frank said.

I gasped. "But that's cheating."

Frank chuckled, rubbing my back as we walked out of the art room. I held his hand as we went to find Brendon near his locker. Frank handed him a blue notebook and I smiled.

"We're going to my house," I said happily.

"Sounds fun," Brendon said, winking at Brendon as he walked away.

"What'd he do that for?" I asked.

"No reason," he replied, leading me out of the building.

We went to his car and drove back to my house. Pete was there too, hanging out with Mikey. We could hear their video games blasting as they yelled. My dad was at work and wouldn't be home until just before dinner, as always. I held his hand and pulled him up to my room.

"Look at my stickers!" I exclaimed.

I showed him my sticker book and he smiled.

"They're beautiful," he said.

Frank pressed his lips against mine and I smiled.

"You cheated!" Mikey shouted.

We heard footsteps running and Pete ran into my room, shutting and locking the door behind him. He was laughing, running a hand through his black hair.

"Fucker!" Mikey yelled.

"Mean word," I pouted.

Frank smiled, opening the door. Mikey tackled Pete and they laughed. Mikey gave Pete a kiss, one that lasted long. Frank pulled my hand and we went downstairs. I gasped, pulling him out the backdoor to the treehouse. I climbed up and I could hear him behind me. When we got up, I locked the latch.

Frank pulled me into his lap and smiled. He rested his hand on my cheek, pulling me closer for a kiss. The kiss was long and slow and sweet and I loved it.

"You know, I saw up your skirt when you were going up the ladder," frank whispered and I blushed. "However, it was a very good sight."

I buried my face into the crook of his neck while my face burned. Frank laughed, running his hand through my hair. He held my chin gently, making me look back up at him as he kissed me again. His kisses moved down to my neck, sucking softly on my pale skin.

"D-daddy, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Hush, baby," he whispered quietly.

Frank sucked on my neck and I whimpered. His hand reached around and grabbed my butt gently. I could feel a weird heating inside me.

"D-daddy," I breathed. "All tingly."

"Tingly, hm?" He hummed softly.

I nodded and Frank smirked. His hips rocked up slowly and I whimpered.

"A-achey," I stuttered.

"What's achey, doll?" He asked.

"Princess parts," I whispered. "Princess parts achey."

Frank's hand went up my skirt and I blushed.

"Daddy," I whined, pushing his hand away.

I blushed as I looked down.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked.

I shrugged and he smiled, kissing my forehead.

"Are you just being a shy little bug?" He asked.

I nodded softly.

"Can I?" He asked.

I nodded again and he smirked. Frank's hand went up my skirt once again, fingertips running over my cotton panties. My body quivered slightly at the touch as I held onto his shoulder. Frank pulled his hand away and I frowned. But then he grabbed my butt in both hands, pulling me tight against him and I gasped. Frank and I ground together in the treehouse, which was a lot warmer than it had been before. Little moans and gasps were leaving my lips that I couldn't stop.

"Daddy, oh my gosh, f-feels so good," I moaned.

I could feel the rough fabric of his jeans against my thin panties and that made this so much better. Sweat was forming on my forehead in little beads, making my red hair stick to my flushed cheeks.

"Gonna come, baby?" Frank grunted as he bucked his hips up against me. "Gonna come for daddy?"

I nodded, but I didn't really hear what he said. There was just the blood pounding in my ears as a warm, tingly feeling built up more and more. My toes clenched, my fists tightening in his shirt as I moaned loudly. An intense wave of pleasure washed through me, making my head spin.

"Good boy," Frank muttered, his hands moving me back and forth to grind against him.

He stilled suddenly, his jaw dropping as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

"Ah, fuck," he gasped.

I shuddered as he took a few deep breaths. I shifted uncomfortably and scowled.

"Sticky," I pouted.

"Huh?" Frank looked at me then down at my panties. "Oh, baby, that's your come. You, my sweet prince, just had an orgasm."

"Was that sex?" I asked, my heart still racing.

"No, baby, sex is so much better," Frank said.

"Better than this?" I asked, yawning softly.

He kissed my cheek. "C'mon, let's go get you a change of panties and you can take a nap."

I nodded slowly, suddenly feeling really worn out and tired after coming down from my high. I followed him out of the treehouse and up to my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of clean panties, going to the bathroom to clean myself up. I went back out and Frank tucked me into the bed.

"Was that good, sweetheart?" He asked, sitting beside me.

I smiled and nodded.

"C-can we do it again sometime?" I asked slowly and tiredly.

Frank chuckled, kissing my forehead. "Of course we can."

I nodded my head, feeling my eyes droop. Frank tucked Dee in under my arm and popped my paci into my mouth. He started walking out and i scowled.

"You cuddles?" I whimpered.

"I'd love to but I can't," he said. "I'm a sticky mess too, I've gotta get home."

"Okay, daddy," I mumbled.

Frank came over and kissed my forehead before he walked out. I hugged Dee tight and smiled sleepily. I loved living with Mama, but who knew I missed out on so much?