Chapter 5 Gilly
GILLY
Nate was taking me to the park. This was going to be fun, and I was very excited.
I put on my old overalls over a T-shirt.
There were a few holes in the pants, and they were faded but so comfortable, and it wouldn’t matter if they got messed up.
Since it was going to be an active date, I skipped the eyeliner and hair gel.
I shoved my hair out of my face as I tied my tennis shoes and then hurried downstairs to wait.
Daddy Nate pulled up in a Jeep with no top that was gonna be so much fun to ride in.
His dark brown hair was messed up from the wind, and added to his whole sexy Daddy vibe, like he was a sports model or something equally hot.
His gorgeous light hazel eyes sparkled in the sunshine.
“Come on, get in.” He nodded to the passenger seat, and I scrambled to do what he said.
His request made me mushy inside, but I liked it.
He reached over, grabbed my seatbelt, and buckled me in. “Good?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go then.” He winked at me, and all those tingles in my tummy multiplied. I smiled so wide, my face hurt.
When we got to the park, Nate grabbed a nylon bag from the backseat. “Look what I have, Gilly.” He opened it and showed me.
“Frisbees! There must be six or seven of them.” All different colors like the rainbow. I couldn’t wait to play with them.
“There’s actually a dozen. Do you like frisbees?”
“Yes. I’m good at catching them. But…”
“What is it?
“Why do you have so many? And they’re all different sizes.” I’d never seen frisbees exactly like this before.
“I used to play a lot of disc golf. These are specialized for different things. See this one?” He picked up a black one. “This sharper edge and wide rim make it go farther.”
“They’re all special?”
“They are. I don’t play much anymore, but they’ll be fun to throw around here. Want to try?”
“Yes. Let’s go.” I skipped alongside him as we headed out into the center of the park. I’d passed this place many times but never stopped here. “I have a few clients in this neighborhood.”
“Clients, huh? I thought you were an artist?”
“Artist? No.” I shook my head. “I’m a painter. Interiors and exteriors. I run my uncle’s company.”
“Oh. When Preston said painter, I thought you were an artist.”
“Well, there is a certain artistry to it, but it’s mostly technique.” I hoped that didn’t disappoint him. I couldn’t change who I was.
“I should have thought that first, since I’m in the construction field.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Well, you must be good if your uncle lets you run the company.”
“Something like that.” We stopped in the center of the big open field, and I bounced on the balls of my feet in anticipation. “Will you throw one for me?” I didn’t want to talk about work when I’d rather play.
“Yes. Run out that way.” Nate pointed to the other side of the field.
He emptied the bag onto the ground, while I ran to where he said to go. I turned and lifted my hands in the air as he tossed one. I kept my eye on it, ran to where I thought it was going, and jumped. With a stretch, I caught it and held it over my head like a prize. “See, I got it.”
“Good job. Can you throw it back?”
“I’ll try, but my aim is bad.” I tossed it, and it shot out in a different direction than I wanted it to go. It hit the ground a few feet away from Nate. “Told you. I’m better at catching.”
“Okay. You catch for now.”
We played that way for a while. Nate threw, and I caught them until all the discs were on my side of the park, then Nate jogged over to me. “Want me to teach you how to throw them?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. I didn’t mean to call him that, but it was how I had been thinking about him, and it just kinda came out. I hoped he didn’t think I was weird or stupid.
“Your eyes are so big, Gilly. Stop.” He pulled my hand off my mouth. “It’s okay. If you want to call me Daddy, you can. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“What if I want it to?”
He closed the distance between us, but he kissed my forehead instead of my mouth. “We can have a talk all about this after lunch. Okay?”
I nodded. “Sure, Daddy.” I liked the sound of that and wanted to say it again.
I’d never thought about having a Daddy for myself until Rob and I talked about it, but now I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.
I only hoped Nate didn’t turn out to be the wrong one for me. Or worse, break my heart.
“Let me show you some things. Then we’ll eat.
” He wrapped his arms around me and handed me a frisbee.
I liked the feeling of being in his arms—so safe and warm.
“Here. Take it like this.” He rubbed over my arm, twisting it out and back in, then repeated the motion.
“Let’s try and hit the bag I left over there. ”
I nodded and paid attention to what he was showing me as best as I could, but it was difficult. His body was pressed against mine, and not only was my tummy mushing out, but my dick was getting hard. We threw the discs together, one after the other until they were scattered between us and the bag.
“That’s so much better, Gilly. But now we have to pick them up.”
“I’ll do it.” I took off running, barely slowing to scoop up each one. Then my shoe slipped in the grass, and I slid across the field.
“Gilly.” Nate ran up beside me. “Are you alright?” He patted down my legs, but I wasn’t sure what he was looking for.
“I’m fine. That was fun. I don’t play a lot of sports, but I am usually more coordinated than that.”
“You about gave me a heart attack. Come on. Let’s go get cleaned up.”
There was a bathroom at the park, and Nate helped me wash my hands. Then we found the perfect shady spot under a tree after he pulled a picnic basket out of the Jeep.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I packed a couple of different things.
” He told me what was in every box as he sat them out.
“Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Two kinds of jelly, grape and strawberry. Apple slices.” He even had those cheesy fish-shaped crackers, but I didn’t like those.
Luckily, he also had plain chips, which I liked, and fruit punch juice boxes.
This was so nice and reinforced something inside of me that was desperately trying to come out.
I didn’t have a name for it, but it felt nice, almost… freeing.
“This is so good.” I chomped on an apple slice.
“Glad you like it.”
“I do. Fancy dishes are okay, but the basics are always better.”
“I agree. What else do you like?”
“You mean for food?” I took a long sip of juice.
“Sure. Or anything.”
I’d already told him most of my likes as far as things to do and really hadn’t thought much more about it. “What do you like? Besides disc golf.”
“A lot of sports, for sure. I played flag football through college.” He shrugged as if that was something everyone did.
“I never played organized sports like that. I mean, in grade school, my friends and I played kick ball or whatever, but once high school came around, I was working with Uncle so much, I kind of let all that go.”
“Except video games?”
“It’s like you already know me.”
Nate chuckled. “I know some things but look forward to learning more.” He wasn’t afraid to show his interest in me, and I hadn’t had that in a while.
Sure, my family cared about me, but they didn’t pay me much attention, and Rob was a great friend, but someone who wanted more than that with me?
I couldn’t remember how long it’d been, but being the center of someone else’s world would be a nice change.
After we ate, Nate packed everything up, and we loaded back into the Jeep. He buckled me in, but instead of starting the car, he turned to face me. “Before I take you home, we need to talk about a few things.”
I thought this would be where he dumped me. Maybe I’d been wrong earlier and he wasn’t attracted to me after all.
“Look at me, please, Gilly?” When I raised my head to stare at him, his hazel eyes sparkled again.
“Are you going to dump me?” I held my breath, expecting the worst.
“No. But you may not want to see me again after this talk. There is something important I need to get out before we go any further. I like you, and I don’t want you to find out later and then run away and break my heart.”
“What? Break your heart? I don’t think so, Daddy.” What was he going to say that would have me not want to date him? I couldn’t imagine a single thing.
“Hmm…we’ll see.”
I was curious and couldn’t wait any longer. “What then?” I held up my hands in an exaggerated shrug.
“Do you know what the Lactin Brotherhood is?”
I shook my head. “Never heard of it. Is it a secret club?”
“It is a club, but not really secret. More one of discretion. Not everyone who’s in it wants people to know they are.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s for men like me. Men who lactate.” He said it like that was the big deal breaker, but I didn’t understand what that was.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I have breast milk. There’s more to it, but that’s the main part. It’s biological, not something I can help or change.”
“Oh. Can you drink it?” I immediately wanted to ask if I could drink from him. That would be way better than a bottle. But I wasn’t ready to throw that out there. This was new, and he might not be into that.
“Yes. I freeze it when I pump for exactly that purpose.”
“Okay… Uh, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”
He chuckled again, in a deep resonating tone, and I shivered. “You don’t have to say anything. Or say whatever you think.”
“I like drinking from bottles. Can you put your milk in a bottle for me?” What possessed me to blurt that out, I couldn’t say. But I guess both of our secrets were out now.
“We can certainly talk about that.”
I pursed my lips together, thinking about everything. “I still like you the same.” Maybe more. “But what about me calling you Daddy?”