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My Daughter's Friends

By: flyingcarpet



November 10 - Dear Diary. I saw the hottest guy in school today. He's the singer for this new band. He's so cool. He's got tattoos and his nose and tongue are pierced and the way he shakes his ass when he's singing. I would love to meet him.

November 15 - Dear Diary. I got to talk to him!!! His name is Ricky he's new to West High his band plays weekends at the Three Rivers Teen Club!! And I saw he got a big bulge in his jeans when he talked to me. He held my hands when we talked, and I got so wet. I'm getting wet now, thinking about it. Good night, Diary, I need to take care of myself (wink wink)

November 16 - Dear Diary. I helped my mom clean the garage and she's going to let me go with Staci and Tonya to Three Rivers tomorrow! I am going to drap Ricky off the stage and rape him in the parking lot! He's so hot. He smiled at me in the hall today and I got so excited! Mom's taking me to the mall tomorrow to get clothes. I have to go. Bye

My step-daughter's diary ended there. The kid was eighteen and she still wrote in her diary like a twelve year old. Maybe, I thought, all woman are like that. Certainly many women act like it. She was at the mall now, actually the big factory outlet complex that was an hour's drive away. 

I sat at my computer, pondering what I'd just read. I routinely read her diary, even Dr. Laura says this is a great help in keeping track of what your kids are doing. It certainly helped me steer her away from drugs and onto safer paths. I not only knew when her cherry was popped but what a jerk the guy was after, which helped all of us deal with the depression when he snubbed her. She's on the pill now, and she always makes the guy use a condom, besides. She doesn't know I know, but she finds my advice timely. Her first blowjob was a disappointment, the stupid guy complained not only to her about it, but to his friends. What an idiot. A smart boy would have lied that it was great and given her a second chance. Seems like all the boys her age didn't know what they were doing. She does like kissing girls, I found out, and she likes tits as much as I do, but she hasn't munched a carpet yet. Perhaps in time.

There was a thump on the patio door behind me. I looked around, panicked, trying to find a place to hide the diary, and realizing that if Judy was at the door I didn't have a chance in hell of putting away before she noticed it was missing. I stuffed it under some papers just as the glass door slid open.

It didn't help my panicked condition to see a the face of a brunette girl I didn't recognize peer around the corner. Who's this? Before I could ask, she stepped fully into the room, her large breasts barely restrained in their bikini top and her flat stomach leading my eyes naturally to the V of her bikini bottom. My eyes went irresistably back to her breasts, where her nipples were trying to thrust through thin material. The girl, whoever she was, was clearly a full blooded latina, and I lusted after her young body insanely. My mouth fell open but before I could make a noise, my gaze was torn from this vision of heaven by the girl that followed her, a somewhat smaller dirty blond clad only in a white bikini. I gazed helplessly back and forth at these two sudden visions of lust.

"Hi! Is Judy home?" The Mexican asked as she bounded into the room.

"Uh..uh..." I swallowed. "Who are you?"

"Oh! I'm Christy, and this is Erika. We just thought we'd stop over and see if Judy was home."

"I love the way you're dressed." I told them stupidly. My wits had left and weren't coming back until it was safe, it seemed. My mouth was running on autopilot.

"We were at the beach," Erika put in.

"We haven't seen Judy in years and wanted to say 'Hi'", Christy supplied. 

"Hi. Yeah. Hi. I'm sorry, but Judy's at the mall, and won't be back for quite a while. Want to stay and keep me company? Er...er.. would you like to wait?"

They laughed. Christy's breasts bounced maddenly, trapping my gaze as they jiggled. Realizing that not only was I staring but that Christy knew what I was staring at, I glanced away to Erika, then back to Christy's eyes. She smiled and said "I think I'd love to spend time with you. What's your name?" 

"Jim. Call me Jim. Would you like something to drink?" Without waiting for an answer, I got up and went into the kitchen. I needed a beer. I gave them a couple and we stood in the kitchen, drinking. On impulse I asked "are either of you religious?"

Erika giggled, "Religious? Us? No. Why?"

"Because I need to get on my knees and worship you." And saying that, I fell to my knees and pulled Christy's bikini clad pussy into my face, ignoring her startled "eek". I inhaled deeply the smell of sweat, sun screen, salt, all mingled with the heavenly aroma of hot young pussy. "Ahhh! I need to lick you! Both of you! I'm begging you, please! I need to taste you!"

Christy had started to push my head away, but she changed her mind and pulled me tight into her pussy as she started moaning. "Yes! Eat me. NOW!" 

She ground her pussy into my face, and I started to pull off her bottoms.

Erika said "Are you nuts? Christy, what are you doing?"

Christy pushed my head away and I looked up at the girls' faces, waiting in agony, with Christy's hairy black pussy staring at me. "I'm tired of fucking boys that just give me a few licks and ram their dick in me to explode in two strokes. He's old. He's been eating pussy longer than I've been alive. I'm dying for someone to lick me. So shut up and kiss me." With that, Christy pulled Erika to her and kissed her full on the mouth. Erika put her arms around Christy and they moved to a close embrace. Erika's hips pushed me back, and they turned so Erika's white bikini bottom was in my face.

I pulled them down, and she stepped out of them as I stared at the beautiful firm cheeks in front of me. Her left cheek had a butterfly tattoed on it, and I kissed that as I squeezed her other firm cheek. Her young skin was amazing soft and smooth, and my tongue glided in sensual circles around the painted insect as my fingers found her moist pussy lips and eased between them. Erika broke off her kiss with Christy and moaned "you're so right!" as my thumb gently entered her vagina and began massaging the inside of her pussy.

Erika ssquatted, spreading her legs and making my access easier. I reached around behind Christy's ass and entered her pussy with my thumb also. Both girls rode my thumbs for a while as they kissed each other passionately. I kissed the exposed parts of each girl's breast, and simply enjoyed the pleasure I was giving them. After a while I suggested that we use the bed upstairs. They kissed for a little more then stopped and nodded. As they stood up I kissed Christy, and then Erika, deep full tongue kisses.

I took them by their hands and led them upstairs. At the edge of the bed, I stopped and turned. They both still wore their bikini tops, though Christy's left breast was exposed, her long hard nipple finally free. I flicked at this inviting treat as I reached behind her and released her bikini top. Her young breasts were still incredibly firm, and hardly sagged at all as they were freed. I resisted the urge to be rough, and simply teased her nipples with my lips as I ran my hands down her soft olive skin. i turned her and sat her down on the edge of the bed. 

"Wait", I told her. I turned to Erika, who was watching us uncertainly, and kissed her gently again. She responded and held me tight. I stroked her long blond hair gently, and then eased off her bikini top, revealing pink nipples on small white breasts, highlighted by tan lines that were just starting to fade as the long California summer passed away. I kissed them, sucking strongly on them, for I felt that Erika needed a stronger lead than Christy did. I pulled on her nipple with my lips, and then slid my tongue down her flat tummy and into her light brown pubic patch.

I ran my hands down her silky skin and eased my hands between her legs, forcing them apart. As she spread her legs, I lifted her slender body up on my arms. As she clutched my head in surprise, I turned and laid her down on the bed, kneeling before her with my face buried in her tight snatch. Ny tongue found her hard clitoris, and I circled it as my fingers found both her nipple and her cunt. I pinched her nipples as I sucked on her clit while my other fingers fucked her eager pussy. Erika put her feet on the edge of the bed and thrust up into my face wildly.

I felt Christy moving on the bed, and suddenly felt the hard point of her nipples pressing onto my arm as she leaned across and sucked Erika's other nipple. Erika started screaming wildly and she pulled my head down into her pussy as her legs clamped my ears and squeezed. She screamed as she came, her whole body convulsing in spasms of pleasure. She finally relaxed and let my head go. "I never came like that before. Wow. I thought old guys were boring."

"Never mind that, I want a turn" Christy pulled me up onto Erika and rolled over to put her pussy under my face, one leg covering Erika's face, the other spread down Erika's side. I lay with my jean covered hard-on pressing onto Erika's swollen pussy. I started humping her as I marvelled at the long glossy black hair on Christy's tight pussy. I lay on Erika and parted Christy's dark lips with my eager tongue. Her pink clit was very responsive, and soon Christy was squirming as I circled her clit. I pushed on it and sucked on it as I humped Erika.

Erika was responding underneath me and was sucking and licking Christy's leg. I thrust my tongue suddenly into Christy's wet pussy, and rammed her clit with my nose. Christy screamed, letting go of her nipples and pulling on my head. I fucked her with my tongue, thrusting my hard-on onto Erika on the same stroke. Soon Christy was cumming, her hips thrusting into my tongue as her juices flowed onto the bed. She rolled over with a sigh, her perfect firm young ass pointng to the ceiling briefly before she turned over and watched me still humping Erika.

"Fuck the poor guy, Erika," Christy told her. "He's dying." I bent to suck on Erika's pink nipple as Erika reached down and released my jeans. I stood up quickly and stripped my clothes off, finally freeing my aching cock. It was dripping with pre-cum and throbbing. I laid back down on top of Erika, and resumed stroking the outside of her cunt with my now naked cock. It felt wonderful. Erika kissed me wildly as she lifted me up and guided my dick into her pussy with her hand. I entered her with one hard thrust, her soaked pussy taking me greedily. 

We bucked wildly together and soon I was screaming in ecstasy as I blew my hot load deep into this hot young blond whore. She came again as I came, her legs wrapped around my ass and pulling me in tight as her tight pussy milked my cock for all it's sperm. Spent, I kissed Erika and rolled off her, bumping my head into Christy's perfect breast.

I sucked on it greedily, without thinking, and Christy climbed on top of me, straddling me and rubbing her long black wet pussy hair on my softening cock. I buried my face between her firm tits and squeezed them, hard. Her dark chocolate almost black nipples begged me to suck on them, and I did, squeezing her breasts together and putting them both in my mouth at the same time. Christy moaned and lifted up, my hard dick slipping into her tight wet cunt. She rode me wildly, sitting up straight for the deepest penetration and pulling her nipples out of my mouth. 

I looked over at Erika, and her eyes were glowing as she watched. "Sit on my face," I told her, "ride my tongue one more time". 

She bent over and kissed me, and then swung her legs over my head. My cum was still dripping from her pussy as she mounted me. The salty taste made my dick even harder. I licked Erika's pussy and cirled her asshole as she rode my face. I could hear those two kissing as I fucked one pussy and sucked the other. Soon Christy was rocking far backwards on my cock, and suddenly her pussy clenched me with incredibly tight hard spasms as she came loudly. She rode my hard-on until she was done, then crawled off, leaving my cock flopping on my belly.

Erika bent down and took me into her mouth as I continued sucking her pussy. She was very gentle and her lips and tongue glided over my cock. Gradually she sucked me harder and harder. I wasn't near coming, but it felt wonderful. I started thrusting into her pussy with my hard tongue, making her moan around my cock. I pulled her pussy lips apart for better access and started a figure eight motion around her clitoris and asshole.

Suddenly I felt a tongue on my balls as Erika continued to suck on my cock. Christy was circling my balls with her tongue and licking my asshole. I felt my balls tightening up and soon I was shooting into Erica's mouth, my arms around her waist and pulling her pussy down onto my face as I yelled out my orgasm. Erika sucked on my cock until I finished, and then she pulled Christy up and kissed her, both of them tasting my sperm. Erika rolled her pussy off my face, and turned. Both girls kissed me, and all three of us shared the taste of my salty cum.

Christy smiled at me. "That was the best, Jim. I have a lot of friends that would like what you do. Can you meet them?"

"Sure". 

I'm looking forward to when Christy calls me back. I love teaching young people.

My Daughter's Friends



I experienced car trouble one afternoon, which forced me to leave my car at a service station. Luckily one of the attendants was nice enough to drive me home. Of course the fact that I was wearing a short tennis skirt may have had something to do with it, but I've never been afraid to use my good looks to get what I need.

I'm a thirty-four year old single mother and I have a great body thanks to my job at the Health and Fitness Club. Most of my time is spent watching the front counter and washing towels, but I'm permitted to exercise while I'm at work, too. The job doesn't pay much, but I'm able to afford a nice trailer home.

Since I was home early and my car wasn't out front, my eighteen-year-old daughter, Tami, must have thought nobody was home. I was in my bedroom when my daughter entered the trailer followed by two boys from her high school class. Both of the boys are also eighteen-years-old. My bedroom door was open just enough for me to watch what my daughter was doing.

Tami is five-foot-two with a slender body and perky breasts. She has dark hair, a cute face and a bubbly personality, so boys are always showing an interest in her. I'm five-foot-four, but our faces look remarkably alike. My breasts are a little bigger, but otherwise we look more like sisters than mother and daughter.

One of the boys kissed my daughter and the other one tried to touch her breasts. However, Tami was able to push them away. She told them that boys weren't allowed in the house while she was home alone. Unfortunately for Tami, the boys wouldn't take no for an answer and started ganging up on her. They were poking Tami and tickling her, and then they somehow managed to get her T-shirt up over her head. I was going to step in, but my daughter was laughing as if she enjoyed the attention so I waited to see what would happen next.

My daughter was in her blue jeans and bra as she again asked the boys to leave. I should have thrown them out, but they were some mighty fine looking young boys! They had bulges in the front of their jeans and I was somewhat curious as to what the boys were packing in their pants.

One of the boys begged, "Tami, if you show us your panties, we'll leave."

Tami replied, "Do you promise?"

The boys both promised, so my daughter agreed to pull down her pants. I was amazed that my daughter would be so gullible, but she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and then she worked them down her legs. Tami finally slipped her pants off and stood before the boys wearing only her bra, panties and little white socks. She was blushing as the boys carefully surveyed her young tight body.

Finally Tami said, "Okay boys, you've seen enough. Now it's time for you to go."

However, the boys had other ideas. They chased my daughter down the hallway and one of the boys was able to grab my daughter's little underpants in back and yank them down. She was able to scurry into the bathroom and close the door, but not before the boys got a good look at her bare behind.

When the boys found that Tami had locked the bathroom door, they called out that they were leaving and said goodbye. However, they merely opened and closed the front door and then the boys raced into Tami's bedroom. The teenaged boys thought it would be funny to strip naked and hide in her closet, so they removed all of their clothes and kicked them under my daughter's bed.

I was amazed at the beautiful packages the young boys possessed! They were long and thick. I felt like running out and wrapping my soft hands around them, but I was able to control myself. The boys also had bulging biceps and six-pack abs, which I hadn't seen on the forty-year-old guys that I'd been dating lately.

My juices were beginning to flow, so I had to find a way to get into the game. After the naked boys were hidden away in Tami's closet, I sneaked into the living room and opened the front door. I acted as though I was just coming home from work.

I knocked on the bathroom door and said, "Hi Tami. What are you doing?"

The bathroom door opened and my daughter glanced out with a surprised look on her face.

She stammered, "Um, hi mom. I was just about to take a bath. What are you doing home so early?"

I said, "The damn car broke down."

Tami nervously asked, "Did you see any boys when you came in?"

I said, "Of course not. You know better than to have boys in the house when I'm not home."

Tami said, "Yeah, right. Well, I'll take my bath now."

I said, "Okay, but don't use up all the hot water. I want to take a shower when you're done."

Tami said, "Aw mom. You know how I like to relax in the tub. In fact, I want to get a magazine to read while I'm in there."

My daughter stepped out of the bathroom and I followed her as she headed into her bedroom. There was an issue of Rolling Stone and an issue of Glamour lying on her bed.

Then my daughter reached behind her back and I asked, "What are you doing?"

She gave me a puzzled look and replied, "Taking my bra off."

Knowing that the boys were watching Tami from inside her closed, I said, "Shouldn't you take your underwear off in the bathroom?"

As my daughter slipped off her bra, she asked, "Why? This is my bedroom. What's the big deal?"

I couldn't answer her. All I could do was watch as she unknowingly bared her breasts to the young boys. Tami's boobies aren't very big, but they're full and firm, and her puffy pink nipples looked so tender and cute as she innocently displayed them to the two boys hiding in her closet. Then my teenaged daughter bent over and pulled down her panties. Tami's beautiful bare butt was facing the closet as she took her time deciding which magazine to read.

She finally selected the Rolling Stone magazine and said, "Okay, I'm ready to take my bath now."

I said, "Go right ahead...and take your time. I'll just take my clothes off and wait until you're finished. Do you mind if I read the Glamour Magazine that's laying on your bed?"

My daughter replied, "Sure, whatever."

Then my naked daughter went into the bathroom and closed the door. I deliberately stayed in my daughter's bedroom, knowing full well that the teenaged boys were watching my every move. As I stood facing the closet doors, I casually unzipped my tennis top and pulled it off. Then I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I slowly slid the bra-straps down my arms before finally allowing the bra to fall away from my full firm breasts.

The two closet doors were partially open, giving the boys a gap from which to peek through. I stood to the side of the closet doors and pretended to admire my breasts in the mirror on the wall. First I pushed my boobs together, and then I gently caressed my ripe melons before pinching and pulling on my nipples.

Once my nipples were erect, I stood sideways to the mirror. This positioned my bare boobies directly in front of the closet doors. I remained there for a minute or two, giving the boys a good look at my exposed breasts. I knew it was wrong for me to tease the young boys, but once I got started I couldn't stop. The thought of two teenaged boys admiring my bare breasts gave me goose bumps. However, I kept my composure and continued with the striptease show.

Next I turned so that I faced away from the closet doors, and then I unzipped my tennis skirt in back. Ever so slowly I eased the skirt down my hips and pushed it to the floor. I was now naked except for my little white panties.

I calmly turned all the way around in front of the mirror so I could see myself from every angle. This of course allowed the boys to observe me from every angle, too. Then I started to get a little nervous because my reflection in the mirror reminded me of how skimpy my panties were.

The fabric of my panties was so thin that my dark pussy hair was visible in front. The panties were riding so low on my hips that a little bit of my butt crack was hanging out above the waistband. Fortunately I work out every day so I had a nice firm butt to show the boys. However, I was still feeling a little apprehensive because I was beginning to wonder if I'd pushed it too far. Then I decided that since I'd gone this far, I might as well go all the way, so I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and prepared to push them down.

Suddenly, I overheard one of the boys mumble, "Oh man, do you see that? She's gonna take her panties off!"

The other boy whispered, "I got eyes. Now shut up before she hears you."

Finding out that the boys were enjoying my striptease act extinguished my feelings of nervousness. The realization that two eighteen-year-old boys were actually admiring my thirty-four-year-old body made me feel proud. I reached between my legs and touched the thin material of my little undies. Sensing how nice and wet my panties were merely confirmed that this act of exhibitionism was really turning me on!

I wanted to rub my pussy, but I knew I'd have to wait a little longer. Once again hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly pushed them down my legs. I could hear some commotion in the closet as I stepped out of my panties and flaunted my bare body right in front of the closet doors. My round firm breasts and neatly trimmed brunette bush were now totally exposed to the teenaged boys. The excitement of two young boys staring at my bare body sent chills up and down my spine.

I was still a little nervous about the ramifications of what I was doing, but the sexual tension building inside my body forced me to push it even further. Besides, as far as the boys knew, I was just taking my clothes off inside of my own house. They didn't know that I was aware of their presence in the room.

While still pretending to admire myself in the mirror, I turned around several times to give the boys a look at my nude figure from every possible angle. Then I laid back on the bed and started reading the magazine. The closet doors were at the foot of the bed, so I casually spread my legs as I thumbed through the magazine. This gave the boys an unobstructed view of my hairy triangle.

Knowing that the boys were staring at my totally nude body was really getting me excited, but I couldn't just finger myself in my daughter's bed. Then I saw a vibrator on Tami's nightstand. I picked it up, curiously looked it over, and then I decided it was time to really put on a show for the boys. While gazing at the toy I pretended to talk to myself.

I said aloud, "Hmm, I didn't know Tami had one of these. I'd better speak to that girl about it when she gets out of the tub."

Then I acted as if I'd never seen one before. First I switched it on and then I sat there deciding what to do next.

I said aloud, "Well, I guess I should try it out before punishing Tami for having it."

I gently rubbed it against my tender nipples.

I moaned, "Mmm. That feels good. I wonder how this would feel like between my legs?"

I sat back on the bed and started using the toy to caress my inner thighs. I spread my legs wide apart and with my feet facing the closet, the boys a clear view of my neatly trimmed brunette bush. Next I started moving the vibrator close to my pussy lips and then I'd move it away. This seemed to tease the boys.

Then I started rubbing the vibrating toy all over my pussy lips. I gently caressed my little clitty with the plastic pleasure giver and that's when my juices really started to flow.

I said out loud, "Mmm, this feels so good on my love button. I wonder what it would feel like if I put it inside of me?"

Suddenly I heard one of the boys mumble, "Put it in and find out" followed by a smack.

I guess the other boy slapped him in the head to get him to shut up. I acted as though I didn't hear the boys and finally decided to try out the toy. I laid back in the bed and kept my legs spread wide apart. Now I was certain the boys could actually see my pussy lips. Knowing that the boys could see every inch of my naked body was making me tingle all over so I gave them a nice long look. Then I held the vibrator in my right hand and casually caressed around the outside of my hairy triangle while using my left hand to touch my nipples.

I wanted to tease the boys some more, but I couldn't wait any longer, so I slowly worked the plastic penis into my pleasure place. Mmm, it felt incredible as the toy slid deeper and deeper inside of me. I kept moving the vibrator in and out, in and out, and the feeling that was building inside of me earlier was now almost overwhelming. One of the boys was so dumb that he opened the closet door a little further to give himself a better view. The door was opened wide enough for me to actually witness him stroking his massive erection!

Seeing the young boy's rigid rod made me even more excited, so I buried the electric dick deep inside of me. It felt so good that I began to moan. The tension was really starting to build inside of me as I plunged the vibrator in and out of my wet pussy. I was caressing my titties as I pleasured myself, and then I suddenly began to tremble as the sensation inside of me was beginning to overpower my senses.

Soon I couldn't take it anymore and I started moving the toy around frantically inside of my pussy while yelling, "Oh wow, oh wow, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" as I finally brought myself to a powerful orgasm.

After reaching the summit of sexual sensation, I switched off the vibrator and laid back on the bed. My naked body was twitching from exhaustion and shuttering from the aftershock of my orgasm. I was lying in the bed when Tami entered the bedroom. My daughter was still in the nude after taking her shower and she didn't even question the fact that I was naked in her bed. Tami and I are always walking around the trailer without any clothes on so I guess she thought it was no big deal.

I was pretty sure one of the boys had already exploded in the closet while watching me, but it looked like the other boy was still stroking away as he checked out my daughter's beautiful bare form. I couldn't take the suspense anymore. I had to see the teenager's penis up close so I told my daughter that I would help her find something to wear. Then I threw open one of the closet doors. My daughter let out a high pitched shriek as she came face to face with the masturbating boy.

I demanded, "What's going on here?"

The boy replied, "I don't...I can't stop...oh man I'm..." and then he let out a big grunt and shot his load all over my flat tummy.

My daughter's eyes lit up in amazement as the boy continued to stroke away right in front of Tami and me. He didn't stop stroking until he was completely finished and the last little bit of the milky liquid leaked out onto the floor. While the boy was finishing himself off, my daughter decided she was going to quickly grab something to wear and opened the other closet door. Tami shrieked again when she discovered that the other boy was also naked and hiding in her closet.

Once again I demanded, "What's going on here and where are your clothes?"

The boys mumbled something as they held their hands in front of themselves attempting to hide their shrinking erections. I made no attempt to hide my nakedness from the boys, but I was a little disturbed to see that my young daughter also left her bare body completely exposed. The boys were eagerly inspecting my daughter's pink puffy nipples and soft brown girl fur, yet Tami just stood there and made no attempt to block their view.

I knew I had to say something so I turned to my daughter and sternly said, "I told you that boys aren't allowed in the house when I'm not home, yet I find two of them in the house and they're naked. Then I find a vibrator, too. Tami, you've left me no choice but to punish you."

I sat on the bed motioned for my daughter to bend over my knee.

My daughter innocently asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"

I said, "You deserve a spanking."

Tami giggled and said, "No mom. I'm eighteen, I'm naked and two boys from school are watching me. No, you're not going to spank me."

I said, "Its either a spanking or you never get to use the car again."

My daughter looked at the boys, blushed, and then she bent down over my knee. Her firm little butt was up in the air right in front of her classmates. Then I looked around for something to whip her with.

My daughter said, "What's taking so long? Are you going to spank me or just parade my bare ass around in front of the boys from school?"

Then I said, "This will work" as I grabbed a suede belt from the floor.

The belt was soft so it wasn't going to hurt, but I figured the act of getting spanked and humiliated in front of two boys from her school would make her think twice before doing something like this again. I started whacking away on her bare little bottom with the soft belt as the boys looked on. The motion of spanking Tami caused my naked breasts to wobble in front of me, and this did not go unnoticed by the boys.

Suddenly I realized that spanking my daughter was having the opposite affect. Even though her butt cheeks were turning pink from the strokes of the belt, Tami was playfully giggling as if she was enjoying the whole thing. With the sound of my daughter's girlish laughing, combined with the sight of her bare butt and my exposed breasts, the boys were beginning to get excited again. Their young soldiers were starting to rise to attention and in my daughter's position, their packages were right at Tami's eye level.

Finally I stopped and told my daughter to sit down next to me. I explained to her that it wasn't fair for her to receive all of the punishment and then I said that the boys should get a spanking, too. I motioned for the boys to lie across our laps and the boys eagerly accepted their fate. The naked teenaged boys stretched out across our bare laps and I could actually feel the young boy's penis pushing against my inner thigh, while the head of his penis was actually touching my pussy hair. I just hoped that the other boy's erection wasn't invading my young daughter's pussy.

Then my daughter said, "We only have one belt, what should we do?"

I said, "You use the belt. I'll use my bare hand."

I started spanking the boy's muscular ass with my hand as his erection began to throb against my leg. As I spanked his exposed ass, the boy slid his hand up between my legs and inserted a finger into my wet pussy. I know I should've stopped him, but I couldn't fight the feeling.

My daughter and the other boy were laughing and having a good time, but my boy meant business. He massaged my little clitty before moving his finger all around inside of me. It felt so good that I wanted more. I finally couldn't take it any longer and I told my daughter that I shouldn't be naked in front of these young boys.

I said, "I'm going into my bedroom to get dressed."

Tami said, "Yeah sure, whatever" followed by some more giggling.

My daughter didn't even notice that the boy who was on my lap followed me into my bedroom. Once I was in my own room, I pulled the young stud on top of me and quickly inserted his rigid penis inside of me. He started moving in and out, in and out, and I was quickly on the verge of an orgasm. Then the boy started groaning and I could feel that he was really stiffening inside of me.

He started grunting, "Can't hold back...got to cum."

I begged, "Please hold on a little longer. I'm just about there," but the young boy couldn't stop and began shooting his load inside of me.

When he was finished, he rolled off of me and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I've never done this before."

I said, "Don't worry. You were great. I just need to finish up."

I inserted a finger inside of my wet pussy and started moving it all around. The boy looked confused so I gave him a hug, and his mouth went right to my nipple. As I continued fingering myself, the boy went to town on my bare titties. It felt really good as he kissed and licked my erect nipples while I continued masturbating. Within seconds I reached the point of no return and started trembling all over. Then I couldn't take it anymore and exploded with another powerful orgasm. When it was over, my body when limp and I lied back on my bed with my eyes closed.




My Daughter's Friends



Suddenly I heard the sound of clapping followed by Tami saying, "Way to go mom!"

I was really embarrassed because my daughter and her two friends were standing above me and staring down at my naked body.

My daughter said, "Let me see if I understand it. I'm not allowed to have boys in the house when you're not home, but when you are home, anything goes."

Boy was I going to have some explaining to do after the boys left!



My Daughter's Friends Again



A few weeks ago, my eighteen-year-old daughter Tami brought home a couple of cute high school boys. Later that same afternoon, Tami prepared to take a bath because she thought the boys had already left. Unbeknownst to Tami, the boys only pretended to leave. They actually sneaked back into our trailer home and hid inside my daughter's closet.

The real twist was that the spies were being spied on! Nobody knew that I was already home before they arrived. They also didn't know that I was secretly watching everything that was taking place in my trailer. My daughter had no idea I was home and the boys had no idea that I knew about their hiding place. I finally made my presence known by going to the front door and acting as if I'd just gotten home from work.

I probably should have been angry about the spies in my daughter's closet, but I hadn't enjoyed romantic fulfillment in quite some time so I was feeling a little mischievous. I decided to pretend like I didn't know the boys were the closet. My plan was to innocently strip completely naked in front of the eighteen-year-old boys and do a little teasing in the process.

Unfortunately, my daughter came into the bedroom and took off all of her clothes before I could put my plan into action. Tami was standing there totally nude and she was entirely unaware that the boys were watching her. Telling Tami about the teenaged voyeurs would have spoiled my fun so I just went ahead and allowed my daughter to prance around naked in front of her classmates.

When my daughter finally went into the bathroom to take a bath, the fun really began. First, I slowly stripped off all of my clothes. Then I stood in front of a mirror and acted as though I was admiring my naked body while the boys watched. That was all I originally intended to do, but I got carried away and ended up masturbating with a vibrator right in front of the teenaged spies.

After giving myself an earth-shaking orgasm, I caught the boys slapping their salamis. I even watched as they fired off their young stiff cannons. When I caught the boys stroking themselves, I pretended to be shocked and angry. However, the fun didn't stop there. Before the boys left, I took one of them into my bedroom and showed him how to satisfy a woman. Discovering that I could still excite an eighteen-year-old boy was a real thrill for me and I looked forward to my next opportunity.

A few weeks passed and another opportunity presented itself to me. Tami invited a couple of friends over to eat dinner and watch TV. I assumed it would be the same boys that participated in our naked romp earlier so I hurried home from work to prepare for the evening. First I was going to take a soothing hot bath and then I was going to start dinner.

Even though I live in a trailer home, I have a large tub with whirlpool jets in it so I looked forward to a nice long bath. My bathroom curtains were open and I saw a man walking down the street. He stopped at my neighbor's trailer and I concluded that he worked for the electric company. The man was wearing a work shirt and hardhat, and he appeared to be performing the annual inspection of our meters.

I was going to close the curtains, but the man looked so handsome and rugged that I decided to leave the curtains open and have some fun. I thought it would be exciting to doing a little flashing for the man as he walked down the street. Unfortunately, I forgot that my electric meter was right below the bathroom window!

As the man approached my trailer, I slowly unzipped my tennis dress and slipped it off. I was now clad in just my skimpy bra and panties. Then I heard grass rustling outside my bathroom window and I sensed that the man was nearby. This made me nervous because I only expected to give the man a little glimpse of me as he walked down the street. I didn't expect him to walk right up between the trailers!

My nervousness intensified because the man was right outside my window. It's true that I wanted to flash the man, but I only wanted to flash him from a distance. I didn't expect him to have a front row seat.

I could have run out of the bathroom, but that would have revealed my scheme to the man. It would have appeared as if I intentionally removed my dress in front of him, but lost the nerve to go any further. The only way to prove that I was oblivious to his presence was to continue removing my clothes and act like I didn't know he was there.

With the man just outside the window, I unfastened my bra and freed my melons from their lacy constraints. That's when I saw the man's reflection in the bathroom mirror. Now I was sure he was peeking through the window. He was watching me undress!

I thought to myself, "The man is right outside my window. How could he be so bold?"

That's when I remembered the electric meter was right below my bathroom window. He was just doing his job. He couldn't help it if he had to stand in front of my bathroom window in order to read the meter. However, it was sure taking him a long time to read that meter!

The man's presence made me both nervous and excited at the same time. Again I thought about running out of the bathroom, but the idea of a man watching me take my clothes off was too exhilarating to pass up. The thrill of exhibitionism took over and I quickly worked up the nerve to continue removing my clothes. While taking off my underwear, I just had to act natural. I had to make it appear as if I didn't know the man was there.

As the man watched, I hooked my thumbs inside my white panties and pushed them down my legs. I was left standing there naked, except for my white socks. It was now time to begin filling the tub. When I bent over to turn on the faucet, I kept my legs straight and gave the man a clear view of my bare ass. I even took my time checking the water temperature to give him a nice long look at my smooth round butt.

Next I put one foot up on the side of the tub to slip my sock off. When I did, I got a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. I'm a thirty-seven year old single mother and I have a great body thanks to my job at the Health and Fitness Club. I spend much of my time there working out so I have firm breasts, flat abs and a beautiful round ass. Even though I have a child, my skin is nice and smooth without any marks on it. I've been pretty lucky to retain my youthful looks.

While admiring myself in the mirror, I couldn't help noticing how much my daughter and I look alike. Tami is five-foot-two with a slender body and perky breasts. She has dark hair, a cute face and a bubbly personality. Tami is both sweet and cute, so there are always plenty of boys hanging around. I'm five-foot-four and my breasts are somewhat larger than Tami's are, but otherwise we look more like sisters than mother and daughter. Therefore, the man from the electric company may have thought he was watching a younger woman strip for him.

After removing my socks, I was forced to spread my legs apart in order to step up over the side of the tub and dip a toe into the water. I quickly glanced up to make sure the man was there and of course he was still watching as I flaunted my neatly trimmed brunette bush in front of him. I finally settled into the tub and positioned myself so that one of the jets was shooting right on my love button. It felt so good that I closed my eyes for a while and let that wonderful feeling begin building inside of me.

As the man continued watching, I took the soap and started lathering up my body. I slowly massaged my breasts, and then I used my index fingers to make little circles over my round rosy nipples. Touching my nipples made me tingle all over and a quick glance up at the window confirmed that the man was enjoying it, too. Then I gently rolled each nipple between my thumb and forefinger until they were both nice and hard.

Before washing my hair, I rinsed the soap off my breasts. This allowed the man to examine my ripe melons and pert nipples in all their glory while I washed my hair. When I raised my arms to apply shampoo to my hair, my big boobs were thrust out in front of me. I spent a good deal of time lathering up my hair and I made sure I jiggled my firm tits for the man while I vigorously massaged my scalp.

Next I stood up and with my bare ass pointed right at the man, I lathered my beautiful butt. First I worked my soapy hands all over my smooth tan butt cheeks, and then I moved to the inner portions of my nice firm ass. I even slid my fingers up and down my sensitive butt crack. Then I bent way over to wash my legs and feet, giving the man a fantastic view of my smooth backside. With my legs spread wide apart, he may have even been able to see my pussy lips from behind, too!

While still standing, I turned around and lathered up my hands again. Then I slowly slid my soft hands up between my inner thighs until I finally reached my pleasure patch. While continuing to face the man, I moved my hands all the way up to my neatly trimmed brunette bush and then I shampooed my girl fur. Once I was finished with my pussy hair, I dipped a finger down between my legs and made sure that my pink place was nice and clean. The man had to be enjoying the show I was putting on now!

After teasing my pussy to the brink of an orgasm, I settled back in front of the jet and let the rushing water work its magic between my legs. The feeling was building stronger and stronger as I massaged my breasts. Having the warm water shoot straight at my little clitty felt fantastic as the emotional tension continued to build. Then the pressure inside of me became so strong that I couldn't hold back any longer and my body erupted in a powerful orgasm. I was moaning so loud that the man probably heard me even over the sound of the whirlpool jets.

I laid motionless in the whirlpool for a while, but after getting a grip on my senses I rinsed off and got out of the tub. I dried myself off, but instead of wrapping the towel around me, I hung the towel up and stayed in the nude. The man got a good look at my bare boobs as I dried my hair.

With my hands holding the hair brush and hair drier up above my head, my breasts wobbled in front of me. I even exaggerated my movements to make sure I put on a good show for the man. I also remained naked as I put on my make-up. When I was finally finished getting cleaned up, I decided that the man had seen enough and I went into the kitchen to start making dinner.

Still in the nude, I entered the kitchen and put a few pans on the stove. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I was bare-assed naked and the only way to access my clothes was to pass in front of the living room windows. Whoever was at the door would be able to see me without a stitch of clothing on, so I grabbed the only thing available in the kitchen. It was a red and white plaid apron that really didn't provide much coverage, but it was better than nothing.

The bib part of the apron was obviously not meant to be worn alone. My large breasts threatened to spill out the sides and my nipples were about to pop out on top. The short hem of the apron stopped right at the bottom of my soft pussy hair. If I pulled down on the apron to completely hide my bush, my tits would spill out of the top. My only option was to position the apron so that my nipples and pussy were right on the brink of exposure. Of course my butt was still exposed, except for the ties of the apron that hung down over the crack of my ass.

I covered myself the best I could and then I opened the door. It was the guy from the electric company. His eyes were about to jump out of his head when he saw what I was wearing. It was even sexier to be barely covered by the pretty apron than to be completely naked.

I smiled and asked, "What can I do for you?"

He grinned, cleared his throat and said, "I just want to give you your inspection certificate."

I took the card and asked, "Are you finished with your inspection or is there something else you want to look at?"

He grinned at me, but he didn't know how to answer the question.

Then I asked the man, "Usually you just attach this card to the meter. Why did you offer to give it to me in person?"

The man said, "Since you were home, I decided to give you personal service."

Acting frantic, I asked, "How did you know I was home? I was taking a bath. Wait a minute...did you look in my bathroom window? Were you watching me take a bath?"

His face turned red as he stammered, "No...no, of course not. I was just trying to be nice."

I said, "Well, okay. I guess you're telling the truth" even though we both knew he was lying.

Then the man asked if he could come in. I must admit I was tempted, but I told him that I was expecting company. At that moment, a boy walked up and said that he was invited for dinner. The man from the electric company gave me an impish smirk as I allowed the high school boy to enter the trailer.

I blushed as I tried to explain to the man, "This isn't what it looks like."

The man just laughed and said, "Whatever," and then he walked away.

I closed the door and turned to face the boy. I was somewhat embarrassed because I was still clad in only the little apron and I was now standing in front of a boy I'd never met before. He said that his name was Brock and then he asked if Tami was home. I told him that she would be home any minute and that I had to get back into the kitchen.

I expected the boy to wait in the living room, but he followed me into the kitchen. He even took a seat at the kitchen table. The boy apparently intended to watch me cook and all I was wearing was that little apron! I had bread baking, spaghetti sauce cooking and water boiling so I couldn't just walk away and let the food burn. I had to continue cooking and let the boy gawk at my bare ass.

It was an awkward situation and neither one of us knew what to say so I started making small talk. The boy said that he attended high school with my daughter and he also mentioned that he was eighteen-years-old. I was relieved to hear that bit of information because I didn't want to get arrested for flaunting my naked body in front of a minor.

Brock was only a few feet behind me as I bent over to check on the bread. I felt the apron strings shift and I could tell that my butt crack was totally exposed. In my bent over position I was also worried that the high school boy was getting an eyeful of my pussy lips from behind, too. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it so I simply let him look.

Then I was forced to reach up into the cabinet to get the spaghetti noodles. When I did, the hem of the apron climbed up in front me and a large portion of my soft brown pussy hair was revealed. The boy quickly moved forward and asked if I needed any help. It was obvious that I didn't need help retrieving a box of noodles, which also made it obvious that the only reason the boy offered to help was to get a better view of my neatly trimmed brunette bush. After getting the noodles, the boy returned to his chair and I continued making the spaghetti.

Stirring the sauce caused my boobs to bounce around under the tiny apron bib. This was quite exciting for Brock. Not only did my nipples threaten to pop out above the apron, my breasts were in danger of falling out of the sides, too. Then I stood sideways to the boy as I opened the refrigerator to get the cheese. I had to lean over and when I did, the bottom of the apron fell away from my body giving Brock a peek from the side. The teenage boy was looking directly at my hairy triangle! Once again I felt both embarrassed and excited as I teased the boy.

Finally Brock spoke and said, "You're very beautiful Mrs. Keller."

I abruptly turned around and said, "Why thank you!"

Unfortunately, my abrupt motion caused my apron to shift and my left breast fell out to the side. My entire breast was exposed for the boy to see. I should have tucked my boob back into the apron bib, but Brock's reaction was priceless. His eyes opened wide and his mouth almost dropped to the floor. I turned back to the stove, but I left my breast out on display.

Soon the food was ready so I bent over to take the bread out of the oven. This gave Brock another view of my bare butt. I turned all of the burners down to the warm setting to let the food simmer and then I set the table. My left breast was still showing as I put the cups, plates and silverware on the table. Brock was mesmerized by the sight of my bare tit, so when I set the plate down in front of him, I casually let my breast brush up against the side of his face. When I made my way to the other side of the table, I couldn't help noticing the innocent grin on the young boy's face.

After seeing the expression on Brock's face, I looked down and said, "So that's what you're looking at. My breast popped out!"

Brock looked mortified so I continued, "Oh don't worry about it. You wouldn't be a boy if you didn't look. Besides, this apron doesn't really hide much anyway so I guess I'll put some clothes on."

Then I shocked Brock by untying the apron and slipping it off right in front of him. While I was totally nude, I stood in front of the boy and slowly folded the apron. Brock was sitting just a couple feet away from me and he seized the opportunity to take a close look at my big breasts, bare butt and soft pussy hair. I smiled at Brock and headed into my bedroom, but Brock must have thought my smile was an invitation because he followed me.

Brock didn't try to touch me. He just stood and watched as I looked through my closet. With an unobstructed view of my bare butt, Brock continued to watch as I selected a denim skirt and a T-shirt. I turned and faced Brock as I stepped into my skirt, providing Brock one last look at my soft brown bush.

Then I asked, "Brock, would you be a dear and zip my skirt up?"

I was quite capable of zipping up the skirt myself, but I wanted to have some fun with the boy. His fingers were trembling as he grabbed hold of the skirt and slowly pulled up the zipper. He also took the liberty of dragging his fingers against my butt crack as he zipped up the skirt. Allowing Brock to tickle my butt crack sent chills up and down my spine.

After zipping my skirt, Brock said, "Um Mrs. Keller, aren't you forgetting your panties?"

I answered, "Hmm, I guess I am. Well, let's just make this our little secret!"

Then I saw a drop of spaghetti sauce on my finger. I licked it off and then I asked Brock to pick up my T-shirt.

I said, "Brock, can you do me another favor. I have sauce on my hand. I don't want to get it on my white T-shirt so will you slip it over my head for me?"

Brock was eager to help, so I held my arms up. This allowed him to slip the T-Shirt over my head. My stance forced me to thrust my breasts right out at the boy, which gave him a close-up view of my firm breasts and round rosy nipples. I even pressed my big boobies against him as he struggled to get the shirt over my head.

Finally he got my shirt on and as Brock pulled it down in front of me, he let his fingers slide right over my breasts. His fingers gently bounced over my stiff nipples like little speed bumps on the way down. My shirt didn't quite reach my belly-button, but after releasing my shirt from his grip, he continued to let his fingers stray over my soft skin until he reached the waistband of my skirt.

When I felt him try to dip a finger inside my skirt, I held his hand and said, "Thanks for helping me get dressed, but I think we'd better finish dinner" and then I lead him back into the kitchen.

Right after we returned to the kitchen, the front door opened and Tami entered. She was followed by Kendall and Dana, who play on the high school softball team with my daughter. Kendall is around five-foot-seven and slender with light brown hair and smallish breasts. Dana has blonde hair and is around five-foot-three. She's a little heavier than the other two girls, but she has a nice rack to go with her larger size. Like Brock, all of the girls are eighteen-year-old seniors in high school. The girls were still wearing their softball shorts and jerseys from softball practice.




My Daughter's Friends Again



Tami said, "Sorry we're late. Practice took a little longer than expected."

I said, "No problem, but you made it sound like you were bringing boys home."

Tami replied, "Sorry, just girls. You must be disappointed. I know how much you like my boyfriends!"

Then all of the girls started giggling. I was a somewhat embarrassed because it appeared that the sexual romp I had with my daughter's friends a few weeks ago was not a well kept secret. I managed to shrug their laughter and began serving dinner.

As I served the spaghetti, Tami said, "I see you've met my new boyfriend."

I said, "Brock? Brock is your new boyfriend?"

Tami replied, "Yes. Why?"

I said, "Oh, no reason. Brock seems like a nice boy. He kept me company while I waited for you."

Then Brock looked up and gave me a nervous smile.

Kendall said, "So Tami, this is your new boyfriend."

Tami said, "Yep. Good lookin' don't you think?"

Kendall said, "Mmm, yes he is! Are all the guys good looking at St. Simon's Academy?"

Brock said, "Oh I don't know. You'll have to see for yourself."

I said, "So you're a St. Simon's boy. That's a very expensive and exclusive high school."

Brock said, "Yes, I guess so. My parents felt that if I was going to be a doctor, I should go to a good high school."

I winked at my daughter because he was nice, good looking and had a bright future. The fact that he found me attractive was just a bonus.

We only have four kitchen chairs, so when everyone sat down, there was no place for me to sit. Brock offered to give me his chair, but I told him no. I said that I'd just stand.

Tami suggested, "Brock's a strong boy. Why don't you sit on his lap?"

Brock said that it would be okay so I straddled his leg and sat down. Brock was wearing shorts and I didn't have any panties on under my skirt so my bare vagina was resting right on Brock's leg! The girls were busy eating dinner so they didn't pay any attention to what was going on under the table. However, I couldn't keep my mind off of the fact that my bare beaver was rubbing against the boy's muscular thigh.

Brock kept moving his leg up and down, which forced me to rock back and forth on his leg. His muscular leg kept rubbing against my little clitty and it was really turning me on. I could also feel the bulge in his pants pushing against me each time I rocked back. His hard penis felt like it was throbbing so I knew he was excited, too.

Then Brock whispered in my ear, "Do you know that you're making my leg all wet?"

I whispered back, "Do you know that you're making me all wet!"

He responded by slipping his hand under my skirt and running his fingers through my pussy hair. It felt really good, but then he slid his hand forward and actually touched my love button. It sent shockwaves throughout my body.

At that moment, Kendall asked, "So Brock, since you go to an all-boy school, do you know anything about girls?"

While the girls giggled at Kendall's question, Brock touched my little clitty again and answered, "Maybe you girls could teach me a thing or two."

As the shockwaves continued through my body, I said, "No, they won't. Girls need to be older before they can teach those kinds of lessons."

My statement had a double meaning. To the girls, it meant they needed to be older before they have sex with a boy. To Brock, it meant that I am older and I can teach him a thing or two. I'm pretty sure he got the message because his finger found its way between my legs again.

It felt good, but I didn't want to make a scene so I pushed his hand away. However, I continued rocking back and forth on his leg and I was really beginning to feel the sexual tension heating up inside my body again. Soon I couldn't take it any longer and I had to find a way to drag Brock away from the table. Then some spaghetti fell off my fork and onto Brock's shirt. It was the perfect diversion.

I said, "I'm really sorry, Brock. Come into the bedroom and let me clean you up."

Tami said, "I'll help."

I said, "No, you won't. Finish your dinner and we'll be right back."

I pulled Brock into the bedroom and I looked at his shirt.

I said, "I have to wash this right away. Otherwise, it could stain," and then I pulled his shirt off.

He had a large chest and well defined abs. Brock had a touch of chest hair, but his body was mainly clean and smooth.

Then I looked down and said, "Aw, it's on your pants, too."

I kneeled down in front of the boy and unsnapped his khaki shorts. Then I unzipped them and pulled them down. The boy stood in front of me wearing only tight stretchy boxer shorts. His manhood was stiff and poking out against the soft material. I couldn't hold back. It was like a magnet as I reached out and moved my hand up and down over his underwear.

I said, "You've even got a wet stain on your underwear."

Brock blushed and said, "That's not spaghetti sauce."

I smiled and said, "I know what it is, but you should wash your underwear, too."

I was still on my knees as I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. His rigid rocket was release from his underwear and pointed right towards my face. It was rather large and very, very hard, so I could resist the urge to taste it. I began licking it by moving my tongue up and down the length of the shaft, and then I went ahead and wrapped my ruby lips around the boy toy. After bobbing my head up and down a few times, I could literally feel his member throbbing in my mouth. I tried to pull my head away, but he put his hand on the back of my head.

Brock begged, "Please don't stop."

I said, "Just let me stop for a second and then I'll do something for you that will feel even better."

Brock released me and I laid back on the bed. As Brock stood looking down at me, I hiked my skirt up past my waist and spread my legs apart. My pussy was right out in the open for Brock to see.

I said, "I think this will feel even better than a blow-job."

He knew exactly what I wanted and crawled right on top of me. Brock quickly entered me and I was so wet that he had no trouble working his way deep inside of my waiting pussy. He was pumping in and out, in and out, and I was so close to an orgasm already that I came in no time. Brock exploded inside of me almost simultaneously, and then he let his body weight drop on top of me.

We laid there for a few minutes and then I said, "We'd better get going. The girls are waiting for us."

I got up and grabbed Brock's clothes to load them into the washing machine.

Brock said, "I can't go out there naked. What should I put on?"

I handed him a towel and then we walked out. We stopped in front of the laundry closet to load the washing machine with Brock's clothes, and then we proceeded into the kitchen. What we saw in the kitchen took Brock and I both by surprise. Sitting at the table were three naked eighteen-year-old girls!

The girls giggled as Tami said, "Our uniforms are dirty from practice. Since you're washing Brock's clothes, we thought you'd wash our clothes, too."

In an angry tone, I told the girls to stand up. Then I ordered Brock to take a seat at the table. Brock chose the chair facing the girls so his towel covered lap was hidden from the girls by the table. The three naked girls were on display for Brock to see as I gave the girls a little lecture.

As the girls displayed their firm perky tits and young tight pussies in front of Brock, I said, "Girls, you can't go around showing your bodies off to boys. It's not right. You must be punished."

Tami said, "But mom. I know what you were doing and he's my boyfriend!"

Dana added, "And it was all Kendall's idea."

I said, "Silence! Now I'm going to punish you for your bad behavior."

Dana asked, "What are you going to do? Are you gonna tell our parents?"

I said, "No. Bad girls deserve to be treated like little girls and little girls deserve to be spanked. Turn around and bend over the counter."

The three eighteen-year-old girls leaned over the counter with their sweet little tushies exposed.

I said, "That's not good enough. Spread your legs a little wider, keep your knees straight and bend over a little further."

I said, "That's better" as their virgin pussy lips were now showing from behind for Brock to examine.

I told the girls to hold their positions while I put their clothes in the washing machine. I took my time loading the washer giving Brock a nice long look at their cute little butts. Then I returned and stood behind the naked girls. I smacked each girl softly on her bare ass until their butt checks were a nice shade of pick. Then I told the girls that they had to clean the kitchen as part of their punishment.

I took a seat next to Brock and watched as the girls started cleaning up around us. Kendall began clearing the table in front of us and she had to bend forward, giving Brock a close-up view of her perky breasts and pink puffy nipples. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was mortified, but she continued removing the dishes until the table was cleared.

Then Dana sprayed kitchen cleaner on the table and used a paper towel to wipe it off. Her massive breasts swayed to and fro as she vigorously wiped the table clean. It was obviously exciting for Dana to be naked in front of Brock because her large nipples were poking out stiff and hard. I looked under the table and found that Dana's nipples weren't the only thing stiff and hard. Brock's soldier was standing at attention again as he adjusted himself so that his erection was pointing out between the separation of his towel.

I reached down and wrapped my soft hand around Brock's rigid rod as the girls bent over to wash the dishes. Kendall kept teasing Tami and Dana by pinching their bare butts and touching their butt cracks. From the increasing hardness in Brock's erection, I could tell that this was really thrilling for him.

Then Kendall got a taste of her own medicine. When she leaned over to put a plate in the dishwasher, Dana reached behind Kendall and actually touched Kendall's pussy.

Kendall said, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Dana said, "Just doing to you what you were doing to me."

Kendall said, "I only touched your butt crack, but you're touching my pussy!"

Dana just giggled and kept her hand on Kendall's pussy. Kendall complained, but she didn't push Dana's hand away. Dana even pushed her finger into Kendall's tight pussy and all Kendall did was spread her legs wider to give Dana easier access to her pussy.

Tami appeared to be mortified by her friends' behavior so she moved in front of Kendall and said, "You two shouldn't be doing this in front of Brock and my mom."

Kendall said, "Don't try to act like you never do this."

Dana said, "Yeah. You're usually the first one to put your hands on our pussies in the shower after a softball game!"

Tami's face turned red from embarrassment, but before she could move Kendall put her arms around Tami and pulled Tami towards her. Kendall held Tami in position by putting her hands on Tami's bare butt, and then Kendall put her face right between Tami's legs. As Dana continued her assault on Kendall's pussy, Kendall started licking Tami's pussy lips.

Tami stuttered, "Oh...oh wow...mom, it's not my fault. This is all...mmm...um, Kendall's idea," but Tami made no attempt to move away from Kendall.

I could tell that Brock was really enjoying the show that the girls were putting on. With my hand still wrapped around Brock's erection, I could feel that he was amazingly hard. It appeared that he was ready to go again so I started stroking Brock's rigid rod under the table as the girls proceeded with their love fest.

Tami reached down and started playing with Kendall's little nipples as Dana got down on her knees and continued moving her finger in and out of Kendall's tight young snatch. Dana also used her other hand to tickle Kendall's sweet butt crack. Every part of Kendall's body was getting attention and I could actually smell the girls' excitement as the fragrance of their love juices filled the air.

Suddenly I noticed that bending over gave Kendall and Dana the ability to look under the kitchen table. From their bent over positions they could see that I was giving Brock a hand job. They could also see that I wasn't wearing any panties under my skirt. I didn't bother to close my legs. I just went ahead and continued stroking Brock.

The action I was giving Brock combined with my lack of underwear appeared to give Kendall and Dana the idea that they had a green light to proceed with their lesbian love show. Now Kendall was licking Tami's love button and fingering Tami's tight wet pussy at the same time. Tami was using her hand to tease one of Kendall's nipples while using her other hand to tease one of her own nipples at the same time. Dana had one hand between Kendall's legs and one hand between her own. Kendall and Tami had their eyes closed and they were moaning so I knew they were about to cum. However, Dana was still wide-eyed and watching me stroke Brock's pocket rocket under the table.

It wasn't long before Tami and Kendall began thrashing about. Their screams assured me that the girls were cumming. When Kendall was through, Dana took a seat on the floor, spread her legs and buried a finger inside her own pussy. Dana also started pulling on her nipples with her other hand as she masturbated. From her spot on the floor, Dana had a birds-eye-view of Brock's hard penis. Dana watched as Brock reached his breaking point and shot his hot body fluid all over the bottom of the kitchen table.

Now Dana was the only one still trying to have an orgasm. Kendall offered to help by lying down in front of Dana and burying her face in Dana's blonde bush. Kendall's cute bare butt was pointed up in the air as she moved her tongue around between Dana's legs. Tami took a seat at the kitchen table. She looked embarrassed, but satisfied. I'm not sure if she saw what I did to Brock under the table, but those girls don't keep secrets so I was certain that she'd find out soon.

As Brock, Tami and I watched, Kendall licked and massaged Dana's pussy while Dana teased her own nipples. Soon Dana started breathing heavy, followed by soft moans, and then screams of ecstasy as she finally entered the Promised Land. Kendall immediately got up and finished cleaning the kitchen while Dana just laid there, trying to regain her composure.

When Kendall finished cleaning the kitchen, she turned and asked, "Should we go watch TV now?"

I said, "Your clothes aren't even in the dryer yet."

Everyone looked at each other and laughed as Kendall said, "That's okay. We won't need 'em until it's time to go home."

I let the teenagers have their privacy, but I checked on them frequently. Surprisingly, they didn't act much differently than they would have if they'd been wearing clothes. It appeared as if my trailer had just become a little nudist camp. Then I overheard Dana declare that the next time they have a dinner party, they want to have an equal number of boys and girls.

I stepped in and said, "I don't think that's such a good idea. Lesbian sex doesn't worry me, but you girls can get in a lot of trouble when you throw boys into the mix."

Kendall said, "Then we'll just have lesbian sex and let the boys watch."

Dana added, "Yeah. It will be fun. And if any of the boys want to have sex, we'll send them to you!"

My face turned red as the girls laughed. I wasn't sure how I was going to live this down. However, the thought of a teenaged nudist party where the girls put on a lesbian show while I personally satisfied all the boys was an enticing idea. I would have to give that idea some thought. In fact, I think I'll get in the whirlpool bath with a jet aimed between my legs while I give it some thought!



My Daughter's Friends: Brooke



Novella #1

Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, anything or any other story is purely coincidence.

Warming: Includes nudity, sexual situations, teen drinking and foul language.

All characters are of an adult age.

Part 1: My Daughter's Friends

Even at a firm that was going under, no twelve hour work day ever drained me enough to ignore the sexual magnetism awaiting me at home. On some days, if I felt I had too much energy at lunch, I swung by the LA Fitness. But even a lift in the middle of a stressful work day wasn't enough. It was terrifying. I could come home exhausted, half asleep and pretty much in bed, but if my daughter's friends were over and I caught so much as a passing glance, an accidental touch, or a fleeting waft of their perfumes, I would snap awake.

Worst of all, I feared this year would break me.

I rolled my Impala into the driveway at about 7:46pm and through the open windows, caught the scent of my neighbor's fresh cut grass and the sounds of their kids playing nearby. As much as that would've relaxed most people, I only clutched the steering wheel until the leather squeaked.

Outside, the humid air was alive with birds perched in the newly budded elms trees. The sun, not yet hidden in the weeping willows behind my two story, ticky-tacky of a box house, casted the cul-de-sac in a yellow tint which made the grass, already green from the April rains, pop. This, on top of that for the first time this season the temperature was over eighty --hell, today it was ninety two-- made the one fact undeniable. Spring was hinting of summer.

This meant two things: My daughter's friends would be over much more and their clothing would be much less.

Taking another breath, I turned off the car and looked around in an attempt to gather myself.

Parked in front of me was Aubrey's pink Corolla. Along the curb behind me though, sat two other cars. A blue Cobalt and a white Jetta. The Cobalt was Sophia's but the Jetta I'd never seen before.

Maybe Alexis got a new car, I thought as I loosened my tie and put my briefcase on my lap. Or maybe it was Katee's. "Damn." I then said aloud. Sophia, Alexis, Katee. My daughter had quite the entourage.

There were five or six of them in their group and despite their range in traits and talents, they were all gorgeous, fit and far too shapely for high school girls. It made me grimace. At least I could take solace in not lying to my daughter when I called her my beautiful girl. With friends like she had, she must've been beautiful. After all, she wasn't the fat one in the group because there wasn't a fat one. So unless she was the ugly one, which I doubted since she got her mother's soft face, wavy chestnut hair and button nose, she must've been beautiful.

Aubrey was a bit of a Jill-of-all-trades too. Good at a lot of things. Great at nothing. I liked to think she got that from me. See, much like her father, she would always try things at least once. This adventurous nature of hers, which as far as I knew, hadn't shifted to boys yet, put her in several sports and it was through these school activities that she built her clique. A clique that seemed more like an elite club.

It was odd. By my guess, there were three rules to get into this club. One, you had to be in their class. They never considered girls from higher or lower grades. Two, you had to be the best at something athletic. And three, that something couldn't conflict with any other girl. Meaning, they never had two girls in the same sport.

That made sense. They likely didn't want their competiveness to tear them apart. Luckily, they didn't seem to compete with looks. Then again, being attractive might've been the fourth rule.

With my palms clammy, I got out of the car, swallowed the burn in my throat and began towards the front door. After a couple seconds, I found myself at the top of the three step stoop with my hand on the doorknob, but my body motionless, unable to start my Wednesday evening.

Ever since Aubrey hit high school, I've had this problem. To be honest, my lust for my daughter's friends disgusted me. But because I worked so often and the girls hardly came over in the winter months, it wasn't like I watched them grow up. All I got was blips of them maturing. And damn, they matured nicely.

Unfortunately, even though the girls were all seniors, barely legal still made me feel like a pedophile.

Part 2: White Jetta Girl

Once I got in and closed the door behind me, I turned around to start up the half-set of steps to the first floor, hoping whomever Aubrey had over was down in her room. However, when I looked up the staircase, my hopes crumbled.

"Oh, hey, Mr. Erickson," Sophia said, sitting on the top step with her dancer legs spread wide. Between them, inside her jean skirt, her green thong peeked at me. "Welcome home."

I almost shivered. 

Sophia was my favorite. From her star-burst-blue eyes to her chipmunk cheeks, she always radiated such innocence. And such seduction. Beneath a mop of dirty blonde hair, the length of which draped her shoulders, her lightly freckled face boasted her age, recently eighteen. But neck down, her petite frame had the womanly features of a spunky college girl. She flaunted them too. Most of time that meant short skirts and a low-cut shirt. Now was no different.

Leaning back on her arms, she crossed her legs and arched her spine.

"Hello, Ms. Harrington," I said, forced to look to the tile floor as I slipped off my shoes. "How was your day today?"

"Good, we won our final game."

I smiled. "Congratulations."

Sophia was the star player on the school's Volleyball team. She may have been short but her small size made her quick and she was always willing to get on her knees... To stop a spike.

"Thanks," she said, uncrossing her legs, which flashed me her thong again, then standing up and brushing herself off. "And don't call me Ms. Harrington."

"But I like your last name."

"Whatever." She beamed her chipmunk smile at me again then spun around and with her knees locks, bent over to pick something up off the carpet. "Aubrey's in her room by the way," she said, still bent, fumbling with a pencil on the floor. "I guess she forgot her calculator today and we kind of need it to study."

From low and behind her, I couldn't help but stare, privy to the most scandalous view of her slender calves, her tight thighs and her jean skirt now pulled so taut it revealed the bottom contours of her ass.

I shuddered then cleared my throat. "Well, did you need any help?"

"That'd be great." She giggled as she rose from her bend. "It's really hard."

"I'll see what I can do."

While she skipped ahead into the kitchen, I scaled the steps, followed her and, in an attempt to ignore her strut, searched around the first floor for my daughter's fluffy, buff cat, Furric.

Initially, I checked the living room to my right. But although the loveseat's back cushion was indented by one of Furric's many naps, the couch, the big screen TV and the array of windows along the wall were all catless. Secondly, I eyed the kitchen and dining room area in front of me. But again, no sign of the fur ball.

"What are you looking for?" Sophia interrupted, now seated at my daughter's favorite study spot, the kitchen island.

"Furric," I answered, lastly glancing left down the hallway where all three doors were shut. Which was strange. The laundry room and the cat room were usually shut but the bathroom wasn't.

"I think he went downstairs," Sophia said. "Why?"

"No reason." I shrugged.

In the next moment, I tried to focus past the Blonde Fox and look outside through the sliding glass door. But before I could see the patio, Sophia crossed her legs then propped her elbow on the island. And really, that was all it took.

Poised on the barstool, she rested her head on her palm and twirled her mop of hair in her fingers. Behind her, the setting sun broke in through the screen door and enveloped her figure in gold.

"I'm sure he'll show up." She laughed. "Now are you going to help? Like I said it's really hard."

I winced. "I'll see what I can do."

Because I didn't want to be alone with her for long, I bought some time for myself and walked to the fridge first. As I made the couple step trip, I glanced to the girls' school work scattered about the granite-topped island. There, three notebooks, three blue Powerades and three math books opened to the same page sat in clusters, organized for three girls. Sophia was the farthest down. Telling by the handwriting, my daughter was in the middle and by the process of elimination, the right-most cluster belonged to white Jetta girl.

At the fridge, I grabbed a Diet Sprite, cracked it open and took a sip.

"How are you going to help me from over there?" Sophia asked.

"Well, what's the problem?"

"How about you take a look for yourself." She smiled at me.

After another sip, I figured I was out of time so I set my drink and my briefcase on the counter. Then, with Sophia's sparking eyes ever watchful, I circled around the island and, in hopes to keep her back to me, posted up behind her. However, once I leaned over to look at her book, she swiveled to me and tossed her blonde mop to her other side, dowsing my nostrils with a waft of her mango shampoo.

"It's number 37," she said.

Despite her finger tapping below the problem, plenty to direct most men's attention, I couldn't keep my eyes from plunging down her T-shirt where a white, lacy bra kept her full breasts cozy.

"Hey Dad." Aubrey then shouted from the staircase. "When did you get home?"

At once, I jerked my gaze up. "A couple minutes ago," I blurted. "How was your day, Sweetie?"

"It was okay," she answered, brushing a lock of her chestnut hair behind her ear as she approached us. "But Mr. Peterson decided to give us our final on Friday."

"It's so stupid," Sophia added. "He didn't even give us our study guide until today. That's two days to study. How is that fair?"

"I know," Aubrey said.

While my heart pounded, my daughter sat down beside her friend, placed her calculator between them and looked to her work.

"It's whatever," she said. "I'm sure it won't be that tough."

"Probably not for you," Sophia said back.

It seemed I was in the clear. Saved by my daughter. And that wasn't the first time. In fact, ever since the girls were sophomores, I've needed saving. Of course, it didn't help that Aubrey was the smart one in the group and every year around finals the girls would gather here to study.

But what else was I to do? I wasn't about to tell my daughter she couldn't have her friends over. Plus, I wasn't sure how fragile their relationships were and since she was the only one with a pool and a hot tub at her house, not to mention a basement entirely to herself, I figured not letting them over would hurt her far more than it would help me.

Perhaps she could've maintained her friendships with her bubbliness though. She got that from her mother. Come to think of it, she got almost everything from her mother. Besides her wavy hair and button nose, she also got her thin figure. Not to say her mother didn't have curves, but up top, Renee left a little to be desired. At least, Aubrey dressed more conservatively, which, like her dark eyes and her naturally tan, she got from me.

"So, are you going to help me?" Sophia asked, batting her lashes. "I'm still on 37 here."

"Right," I mumbled.

Just then the bathroom door clicked open.

"Oh my god," a gentle voice rose from down the hallway. "What was I thinking this morning? I look like a total slut in this."

The three of us looked up.

White Jetta girl? I thought. The voice didn't sound familiar.

"Um, Brooke?" Aubrey tried to call after her.

Brooke? That name didn't sound familiar.

"Seriously," the girl continued with a slightest hint of an oriental accent. "This tank top just screams, look at my boobs."

In that instant, and with the body of a busty ballerina, white Jetta girl walked into the kitchen. Dressed in black jean shorts and a matching spaghetti-strap tank top, she then stopped with her head down, her hands interlinked in front of her and her elbows locked, squeezing her breasts together like two fully filled balloons. 

My heartrate spiked.

Perhaps, if her dark hair wasn't plumed high in a ponytail, it might've partially veiled her bursting cleavage. But luckily, the tips of her hair only kissed her cheek.

"Doesn't it?" she asked.

"Brooke!" Aubrey yelled.

Part 3: Humiliation

When Brooke looked up, it was as if the life fled from her. Her deep-brown eyes shot wide, her bosomy lips parted and her buttermilk complexion, graced by the most sculpted of cheekbones, went pale. She even gasped. Then the room got silent, cold almost. At least to Brooke, who, despite the warm breeze through the screen door, began to tremble in her pinup pose.

For moments, we just stared at each other, her eyes starting to tear, my eyes starting to water.

Wow, I nearly whispered. An Asian girl.

Aubrey had never befriended an Asian girl before. 

But to be honest, to call her a 'girl' was a little disrespectful. On the one hand, her small, turned up nose made her look young. But on the other, her figure was... Simply immaculate. So slender, yet so curvaceous.

"Brooke..." Aubrey broke in.

Snapping to, Brooke folded her arms across her chest as if to hide herself. The jounce, however, lifted up the hem of her tank top enough to expose her naval piercing, her hipbones and the sleek lines of her toned abdomen, which V'ed into her shorts.

At that time, I realized I hadn't taken a breath since this Asian Goddess walked in.

"Brooke?" Aubrey called again, her voice shaky. "This is my Dad."

With a polite gesture, my daughter introduced me. But nevertheless, I couldn't find the words.

"Awkward," Sophia giggled under her breath.

"Dad?" Aubrey continued anyway, gesturing towards her friend. "This is Brooke."

Brooke's face flushed red. And still, neither of us said anything.

How mortifying, I thought. Here was a girl who was likely so use to stopping men dead in their tracks that she had no idea what to do when she was stopped dead in hers.

I tried to speak, a couple times actually, but nothing came. It wasn't until another warm breeze, scented of barbeque ribs, swept in through the screen door that I finally tore from my trance. But what was I to say?

Looking across Aubrey's work to Brooke's, I scanned her notebook and found she was on problem 39. The page was empty besides that, newly turned, so I couldn't tell on the other problems.

"Did you get 37?" I asked her while my eyes stayed down. "I see you're on 39."

She didn't say anything.

"Sophia asked me about it." I kept on. "It looks like a couple chain rules wrapped up in a quotient rule."

Again, she stayed silent.

"Wait," Sophie spoke up. "What?" To check the problem herself, the Blonde then leaned forward and draped her bristly hair, along with her sultry breath, across my hand.

"I didn't see the chain rules," Aubrey chimed in, now leant over her book as well. "Thanks dad!"

"I didn't see them either." Sophia added, leaning back and gazing up at me with a smile, her arms crossed in front of her like Brooke's were. "Thanks, Mr. Erickson."

I jerked away, unable to handle Ms. Harrington's freckles. "You're welcome," I said as I stepped to the screen door and slid my hands into my pockets to try to hide the growing bulge. "Make sure you check the denominator too. It looks like a product rule."

"Gees," Sophia said. "That's a big problem."

"Yeah," Aubrey mumbled. "Did you get that one already, Brooke?"

I winced. Although I shouldn't have. It wasn't that I expected her to respond to that segue as much as I figured it only made her more uncomfortable. Then again, from where I stood, I couldn't see her, so maybe she did respond with a nod or a head shake. Regardless, I had my own issues to worry about.

Breathing in the chlorine, I looked out to the backyard where just beyond the patio, the pool shimmered in the oranges of the setting sun. Surrounded by an eight-foot tall cedar fence and sheltered by two weeping willows at the corners, the backyard was not just private, it was also scenic. Jeff, my ex-brother, did a fantastic job. He even built a forestry-like fountain along the left side beside the diving board. And the way he stowed the hot tub under the patio, easily accessible from the sliding glass door in the basement, really balanced the whole area.

While I admired his work, the bulge in my work pants subsided. As I hoped.

"Hey Dad," Aubrey said a moment later, "I'll holler for you if we need anything else."

"Yeah, of course," I said. "I'll be upstairs."

In hopes to not make the situation any more awkward, I rounded the island, grab my briefcase and circle back. All on the opposite side of Brooke. However, after I passed by my daughter and gave her a kiss on the top of her head, it was as if I couldn't help myself and, instead of exiting in silence like I should have, I nodded to the gorgeous Asian statue. "It was nice to meet you."

"Dad," Aubrey yipped.

"Right," I said back, not wasting another second before crossing the living room, climbing the steps and starting towards my room at the end of the hallway.

Part 4: Eavesdropper

Furnished with only a dresser, an office desk and a king-size bed with a headboard opposite the wall-mounted entertainment center, the master bedroom was my fortress of solitude and boasted plenty of open space. I kept it like that because inside the walk-in closet, a set of dumbbells sat ready for me to bring out if I didn't make it to the gym that day.

In the past, Renee had told me the room felt desolate, but I liked the openness. When the bay window curtains were drawn, the white wall, white carpet combination best caught the setting sun. Like it did now.

It was relaxing. At least, for a moment.

"Why didn't you tell me your dad was home?" Brooke yelled, her voice resounding through the air conditioning vents in the floor.

Again, I winced. Unfortunately, my bedroom was right above the kitchen. Granted, I could've drowned them out with some music like I usually did, but this time, curiosity got the best of me and, poised in the middle of the room, I started to change out of my work clothes as quietly as I could.

"I'm sorry," Aubrey started. "He just got home."

"Oh, who cares," Sophia said. "It's just Mr. Erickson."

"How embarrassing," Brooke whined.

How embarrassing was right. I tossed my suitcoat on the bed. What a horrible first impression.

"Relax," Sophia said. "It's not like he saw your boobs."

"So," Brooke said. "He saw enough!"

"Oh, don't worry about it." Sophia laughed. "I'm sure you loved it."

"Excuse me?"

At that point, I paused, my fingers on the bottom button in my undershirt.

"I said I'm sure you loved it."

"Why would you think that?" Brooke asked.

"Oh, come on," Sophia said. "Are you telling me you didn't love those dark eyes just ogling you?"

Ogling? I popped my brow as I threw my shirt into the laundry basket.

"Sophia!" Aubrey interrupted.

"What?" Sophia said back. "I just want to know what Brooke thought of the attention."

"From my dad?"

"Yes, from your dad." Sophia giggled. "What? Are you telling me you don't see it?"

"See what?" Aubrey asked.

"Seriously? Aubrey... Your dad's hot as hell!"

"Whoa," I said aloud, freezing again, now with my hands on my belt.

"Gross!" Aubrey shouted.

"Admit it, Brooke," Sophia continued. "You liked the way he looked at you."

Just then, the air conditioning kicked on. However, even while it hummed out cool air, the girls' banter still echoed through the vents.

"Sophia, stop," Aubrey said.




My Daughter's Friends: Brooke



"Not until Brooke admits it."

"I don't want to argue." Brooke's gentle voice cut in between them.

"We're not arguing," Sophia said. "I just want to know if you like him."

"Sophia!"

"What's not to like though, right Brooke?" Sophia said, almost as if she was angry. "Tousled hair, chiseled jaw, clean shaven. Come on, he's the definition of tall, dark and handsome!"

"That's enough!" Aubrey yelled.

I shivered. But it wasn't from the cold. Shamefully, I was enjoying their talk so much that when my pants fell to the carpet, they nearly caught on my shaft.

"And you should see him in his swim trunks!" the Blonde added.

"Sophia, stop!"

"So muscular!"

"That's it!" Aubrey pounded her fists on the counter. "If you're not going to listen to me, then we're not having the party here. And that's final!"

Part 5: Party?

Dressed in just boxers and socks with my belt in my hand and my pants at my ankles, I stood there, fighting back a chill, waiting for one of the girls to say something.

What party? I thought.

Over the last couple years Aubrey had hosted many little sleep overs and what not, but never had she used them for leverage. What made this one special?

"But..." Sophia broke the silence. "Really? Like, totally off? But we've been planning it for weeks."

"So?" Aubrey said back. "You can't keep your mouth shut. Besides, after what happened, I doubt Brooke wants it here anymore anyway."

It was Brooke's party? I furled my brow. That was a new one.

With a shiver, I then flicked my work pants over to the laundry basket and walked to the head of my bed where I sat down, sinking into the Tempurpedic mattress with the vent at my feet. It might've been chilly to let the air blow up my legs, but this was the best spot to hear them and I figured I needed the cold.

"Actually," Brooke spoke up a moment later. "I still want it here. At my house, my parents only let me have like two friends stay the night. You said we could get more over here."

"Way more," Sophia said. "Our record's like ten."

I chuckled. I remembered that night; it was two years ago during the Fourth of July weekend. What a circus.

"Sophia," Aubrey interrupted. "What makes you think if we did hold the party here, you'd still be invited?"

"What?" she stuttered. "But, I'm your best friend."

"So? How do I know you don't just like me for my dad?"

I cringed.

"I don't," Sophia said. "I was just kidding."

"Really?" Aubrey asked, her tone so sarcastic she reminded me of her mother.

"Yeah... I was just teasing."

"Were you really?"

"I swear."

In the next moment, the room got quiet. Probably because Aubrey narrowed her eyes. That usually shut everyone up.

"You promise you didn't mean it?"

"Yes, I promise. I was just kidding, Aubrey. Please."

Once more, the room got quiet. It seemed my daughter really wanted to make her friend suffer. Part of me cared too. I wanted to know about this party.

"Fine," Aubrey finally said. "You're still invited. But I don't want to hear any more about my dad, okay?"

"Okay," Sophia repeated.

"Good... Now, I'll ask tonight and I'll let you know tomorrow morning how many I can have over. Sound good?"

"Thanks Aubrey."

"Hold on." Brooke chimed in. "You haven't asked your dad yet? Isn't that a little short notice?"

"It'll be fine," Aubrey said. "I'll ask him after he goes to bed."

"Wait." Brooke paused. "Why then?"

"Cuz that's when her dad's a zombie," Sophia blurted out with a laugh.

Surprisingly, Aubrey laughed as well. That made me more confused than the comment. Weren't they just fighting? I supposed that was how teenage girls were though. Livid with each other one minute, giggle buddies the next.

"A zombie?" Brooke asked. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Aubrey said after she finished snickering. "Whenever I want something from my dad, I wake him up and ask him right after he goes to bed. That way, he's so tired he just kind of grumbles 'yes.' Like a zombie. Then I make him promise. If he doesn't remember in the morning, I just use my best puppy-dog eyes and say, 'but you promised.'"

That little sneak! I sat up and folded my arms.

"Last weekend," Sophia added. "I even tried it for myself. Well I was going to but I couldn't go through with it."

"Why not?" Brooke asked, her accent barely heard through the air conditioner's hum.

"Well," she started. "When I got to his room and cracked the door open, you know, just to peek inside, he was like, on his back and, um... Pitching this huge tent."

"Sophia!" Aubrey shouted. "That's what happened?"

My face flushed red. Yet the blood rushed to more than just my cheeks.

"I didn't see anything." Sophia snickered. "Other than the size."

"I can't believe you!"

"How big was it?" Brooke asked.

"Brooke!" Aubrey nearly screamed. "Not you too!"

"Holy shit," I said, now in tingles.

"Both of you stop," Aubrey demanded. "I mean it."

The girls kept laughing.

"I'm serious!" she yelled above them. "No more about my dad! Just because I suggested having the party here doesn't mean I won't cancel it. I don't care whose birthday it is."

I jarred forward. Birthday?

"I'm serious..."

Although my daughter continued to lecture her friends, once I heard birthday, I solely focused on trying to recall the rest of her friends' names. Sophia, Alexis, Katee and? Who were the others? Whose birthday could it have been? With Brooke, their entourage made six, or was it seven? Was I forgetting three girls?

While I tried to rack my brain, not long later, the answer I really cared about came to me. But it still took me a minute to comprehend. It was Brooke's party. It was Brooke's birthday. But that meant she wasn't even eighteen.

Everything kind of blurred after that. I felt sick. Yet despite the upset stomach and the ringing in my ears, I couldn't help but picture that Asian Goddess in her skimpy tank top, posed with her breasts pushed together.

I was a weak man.

Part 6: Zombie Dad

That night, I lied awake in bed, half to do this zombie dad thing lucid and the other half because I couldn't fathom how a seventeen year old could have such sexual magnitude. As I waited, I stared up at the shadowy ceiling and listened to the waterfall noise pour from my sleep machine.

Well, I listened to it until about 10:23. At that time, Aubrey came tiptoeing up the hallway.

"Hey dad?" she whispered, knocking twice then pushing open my door and casting a thin streak of the hallway's incandescence across the room.

"Yeah, Sweetie," I said. Then I flinched. Zombie dad probably didn't tack on endearments.

"Um..." She stopped in the doorframe, silhouetted in her night gown with her head down and her face hidden behind her long hair. "Do you remember Brooke?"

"Yes."

"Well, I know you really didn't get the chance to meet her but I was wondering... Since she transferred here in the middle of the school year, she didn't really make any friends and since we're all pretty much going to the U anyway, I was wondering, because her birthday's on Saturday, could we maybe have her party here on Friday and kind of celebrate graduation too? That way, I can introduce her to everyone before we go to college."

With a groan, I rolled away from her. I imagined Zombie dad would've acted like that. "How many girls?"

"Um... Seven."

I flinched again. But luckily, my back was to her.

"Is that too many?" she asked in the silence. "I could maybe make it six."

"No. Don't do that." I fidgeted. "Seven's fine."

"Really," she said blandly, almost as if she expected more. Which wasn't at all what I expected.

"Yeah. Seven's fine," I repeated.

"What about two more?"

My eyes popped open. I didn't know she had nine friends who were close enough to spend the night. Just a couple hours ago I had trouble coming up with more than five.

"Nine?" I asked seconds later.

"Is that too many?"

In reality, it wasn't. Like Sophia said, they had had more over in the past. But hell, I wasn't about to let her have what she wanted without some sort of hardship. "So, nine girls?"

"Yes."

"And what about boys?" I said, strangely a little sad that I had just rolled away from her. The blackout curtains were boring compared to how I waged she was fiddling her fingers. "Zero boys?" 

She chuckled. "Yes, nine girls, zero boys. Does that mean I can have the party?"

Inhaling deep, I drew in the scent of the linens to let her sweat it out another couple moments. Obviously, I was going to let her have the party. After all, her intentions were good. "If you can promise me that, then yes. You can have your party."

"Really?" she said. This time excited. "I can have nine?"

"Yes... You can have nine."

"Thanks, daddy!" She squealed. "You're the best!"

I smiled. "I love you." 

"I love you too!" she told me. Although before she got to the word 'too,' my door clicked shut.

Part 7: Mistakes with Ms. Chang

The next morning flew by. Like Aubrey had laid out her scheme to her friends, she reminded me about the party at breakfast and I played dumb. I enjoyed reliving our talk from the night before. She played her part well too. Those puppy-dog eyes were killer. Also, she seemed equally ecstatic the second time she got me to say yes.

Unlike my morning, work crawled. At lunch, because of what the girls said about me, I had the energy to hit the LA Fitness like a gym rat but once I returned, the owner of the firm called me and told me I had to fire the accountants I had just hired weeks earlier. That drained me. Since tax season ended last month, the company couldn't handle the extra employees and if we didn't find a whale to manage soon, more would have to be fired. Nevertheless, I did what I could and got out of there at 6:56. First one in, last one out and always the bad guy. Sometimes I hated being the boss.

When I pulled into my driveway that evening though, I had put it all behind me and found I couldn't keep my hands from tapping the steering wheel to some hip hop/pop mix on the radio. It was strange. Yesterday, I cringed at the sights, sounds and smells of spring. But today, I embraced them. However, all this excitement faded once I noticed Aubrey's Corolla parked in the driveway. Alone. 

Sadly, as empty as the outside of the house was, the inside was emptier. I waged my daughter was down in her room but I couldn't hear anything. That wasn't a big surprise, the house had thick walls and she wasn't usually loud. No matter. With nothing else to do, I slipped off my shoes, climbed the steps to my room and changed into a T-shirt and sweats. Appropriate attire for an empty house. Or what I thought was an empty house.

That was my first mistake. It wasn't empty.

A half hour later, my stomach growled and I went back downstairs. There, I found the kitchen island cluttered with homework and the fridge door wide open with a slender hand on the handle but the rest of the girl hidden behind it.

"There you are," I said as I came off the last step. "How was your day today, Sweetie?"

That was my second mistake. It wasn't Aubrey behind the door.

With a yelp, Brooke shot back from the fridge, her thick, dark hair draped around her bare shoulders like a blanket. "Mr. Erickson?"

I froze, poised half way between the staircase and the kitchen.

"I was just getting a drink," she said.

From her toyish, bare feet, through her ballerina figure --now dressed in a more modest halter top and shorts-- to her breathtaking Asian features, she looked angelic, shocked, but angelic. 

"It's fine," I whispered, trying not to stare at how her body drank in the setting sunlight. Luckily the fridge door split her height-wise and hid her front. Unluckily, I still had an eyeful of the snake-like curves from her lower back to her ass. "Please," I told her. "Make yourself at home, Ms.?"

"Chang," she answered.

"Right." I smiled. "Make yourself at home Ms. Chang."

Although there was still an uneasiness through the room, she smiled politely at what was the closest thing we had to an introduction thus far. Of course, an instant later, she darted back behind the fridge door.

To give her space thereafter, I decided to hang back and just kind of stand there on my phone while she fiddled through her choices. Because I liked to keep a stocked assortment of juices and sodas, I figured she could be a while.

It wasn't bad. Some seconds later, she emerged with a blue Powerade then circled back around the island and sat down at her work. As expected, the awkward silence followed. But still, I moseyed up to the fridge and poked my head in.

"So where are the rest of you?" I broke the quiet. Then I winced. There likely wasn't an awkward silence. I probably was the only one who was awkward. Why would she have been? She was busy doing homework. That was my third mistake.

"Sorry," I blurted. "I didn't mean to bother you."

"No, it's fine," she said. "Everyone's downstairs."

"Everyone?" I asked as I grabbed a Pink Lady from the fruit drawn.

"Sophia, Alexis and Katee."

"Wow," I said, stepping back from the fridge, shutting the door behind me and facing her. Stupidly, I then crunched into the apple and said the next thing with my mouth full. Fourth mistake. "Where're all your cars?"

"Excuse me?" She laughed a bit, her focus still on her book.

"Sorry." I swallowed the bite. "Where are all your cars?"

"We piled in Aubrey's."

"Really?" I shifted my weight to one foot. "Very conservationist of you."

"I guess." She laughed again.

That was my fifth mistake. A dumb joke. I might've even said it wrong.

Too red-faced to follow up something like that --besides, she didn't really leave it open--, I twisted around and began to sieve through the cupboards for something of more sustenance.

"So," I said a minute later, which nearly made me grimace again. Apparently, I couldn't resist filling the silence with chatter. Or maybe I couldn't resist talking to this Goddess. "Can I ask you a question?" 

"Sure."

Before I continued, I spotted a lemon PowerBar on the top shelf, grabbed it and turned around. "Do you play any sports?"

"Excuse me?" she asked, her head still down.

I cleared my throat then leaned against the countertop. "I was just curious if you're in anything. Like basketball?"

Basketball? That might've been a stupid guess but basketball was the only sport I could think of that none of Aubrey's friends were good at. I couldn't see her playing but she was tall enough to maybe be point guard.

"No," she answered with a chuckle. "I don't really like basketball."

"I see." I peeled the wrapper off the bar then took a bite, chewed and swallowed. "I ask because I don't know if you've noticed this, but this little entourage you're a part of with my daughter is pretty exclusive."

"Oh yeah?" she asked, still with her eyes on her work.

"Yeah... I don't mean for that to sound like you should feel honored or anything. Because, trust me, I'm sure they're honored to have you." Damn, the more I spoke the more I hated how I sounded. "But, it just seems like every one of Aubrey's friends is really good at something. I mean, look at the girls who are over now. Sophia's amazing at Volleyball. Alexis is a phenomenal swimmer. And Katee's our soccer star."

"Oh." She finally looked up at me, batting her mascara-swept lashes. "I guess I never thought about it. But if that is the case, in the fall I cheerlead and in the spring I'm on the dance team."

"Really?" I took another bite of my bar. "I bet you're really good at both."

"I don't know about that. My true passion was gymnastics though."

"Was?" I cocked my head. "Did the school not have it? Or, did you get hurt?"

"No," she said. "I just kind of grew too old for it." She looked back down at her notebook and hid in her hair again.

"Too old?" I laughed a bit. Like an idiot. Somehow being around this girl turned me into a complete tool. "How old are you?"

"Old enough I guess."

Then it hit me. And my stomach curdled. Old didn't mean old. Old meant womanly! How it even took me that long to read between the lines was beyond me. One look at her and I should've known she was too curvy for gymnastics. That was my sixth mistake.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"It's fine." She shrugged it off. "But hey, do you know related rates? I've been stuck for a while and it's the only thing I don't get from this semester. Aubrey said I could go to you if I had any questions."

Really, I almost said aloud, surprised my daughter would say anything like that. She usually didn't like giving me any more work, even if it was just helping her or her friends. Not that I minded. "Yeah, I'd love to help," I said. "What do you need?"

Before she could answer, I popped off the counter and started around the island. Not so much as a blink later, I was posted up on her left so close my shirt nuzzled her shoulder. For a moment, I thought to retreat. And I really should have. But then my senses sort of awakened to her. At this distance, Brooke was heavenly. It was as if her shallow breath was a song, her body's warmth a comforter and her aroma, a mixture of kiwi conditioner and lily perfume, a shot of scotch.

"So, it's problem 15 here," she said, flipping her hair to her other side and gifting me a bird's eye view of her cheekbones. "A right-triangular tank is being filled at a rate of..."

While she read the problem, I couldn't help but indulge myself with another breath of her intoxicating fragrance. Unbelievably, even her accent was sexy.

"So yeah," she said when she finished the paragraph. "I think I can do it. But I just don't know where to start."

"I see," I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes and leaned in further. "Well first off, don't feel bad. These are usually really tough for people. Second off, let's just start at the beginning. Write down what you know, then write down what they asked for."

The next part passed ungracefully to say the least. I flubbed a few parts here and there but I blamed that on her. She kept looking up at me. Those damn brown eyes. In spite of all of this though, including what happened yesterday, over the ten minutes it took me to explain the process, I felt I did a decent job. It seemed like she got it by the end.

"Can I try the next one?" she asked when I finished the lesson. "And you check it when I'm done?"

"Sure." I smiled. That smile was more for me of course because now I got to hover over her for longer. "Remember, start with what you know then write down what they asked for."

Nodding, she leaned forward and began on number seventeen.

During the next minute or so, I watched her too. Well, I managed to keep my attention plastered to her elegant handwriting for the first half of the problem at least. But after she breezed through that, my eyes started to wander.

It was harmless at first. However, once my focus scanned her halter-top and her ever-so-ladylike crossed legs, it ventured to the small of her back where, because of how she was leaned forward, her top had crept up a couple vertebra, revealing the hem of her jean shorts. As mild as that should've been, those jean shorts were frilled out just enough to expose the strap of her pink G-string.

I shuddered.

"Did I get it?" she interrupted.

Immediately, I jerked my eyes back to her notebook. "Let me check," I stuttered. At that point, I gave myself two moments. The first was for me: inhale, exhale, rub my eyes, repeat; the second was for her: check the set up, check the derivatives, check the algebra, repeat. It took me thirty seconds. "Great job."

"Really? I got it?"

"Yes you did, nicely done."

"Thanks, Mr. Erickson." As if to give me a hug, she then swiveled out from the counter, letting her hand slip off the island and starting what I could only consider as a chain reaction. One of which led to pandemonium.




My Daughter's Friends: Brooke



In a mere blink, the accumulation of her scent, her looks and her warmth clashed with my first mistake. My sweatpants.

Her arm fell. Her hand dropped to her side. Yet, before her elbow swung into my stomach, she pulled it up to the stool's backrest. This made her hand shoot outwards. So outwards that, before either of us could react, the back of her fingers grazed my inner thigh and touched my half-stiff shaft.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked.

At once, we spun away from each other, me lunging backwards, her twisting to her work.

"I didn't mean to!" she cried. "I'm sorry!"

I doubled over and stumbled toward the dining room. "It's not you!" I tried to mumble. Fuck! What kind of dad gets hard around his daughter's friends?

"Oh my god." I heard her repeat in a whisper. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

Then it got worse.

When I propped my palms on the dining room table and stooped over, I noticed two girls at the top of the stairs and although I was too contorted to look their direction, I wasn't so contorted not to hear them speak.

"What just happened?" one of the girls asked.

I cringed.

"Brooke?" the girl continued.

Son of a bitch! Sophia!

Part 8: More Girls. More Problems

Poised with one hand on her popped hip, the Blonde Fox darted her icy stare from me to Brooke. Me to Brooke. Me to Brooke. She wasn't alone. To her right, Alexis, a fiery redhead, stood with her arms loosely folded across her budding chest and her cotton-plush face furled. Not good. Although Alexis's shape wasn't quite as womanly as Sophia's --she did stand a little taller--, everything else about the lean swimmer was so damn adorable. From her glasses to her slightly pigeon-toed feet, she was a doll.

"Hey, Mr. Erickson!" she said, twirling a clump of her hair and smiling. "Are you feeling all right?"

"Yeah?" Sophia added. "Everything okay?" 

Fortunately, the way I was hunched over the dining room table left me mostly turned away from the duo. Unfortunately, that left me blind to the kitchen. "Just my stomach," I said.

"Was it something you ate?" Alexis asked. "I always hate when that happens."

"Maybe," I said, forcing a smile before looking back to the spirals in the rustic table. Something I ate? I wished. All I had was half a PowerBar and maybe three quarters of an apple, both of which were on the counter. 

"Brooke?" Sophia's voice rose from behind me, from the island, a moment later. "Are you okay?

"Yeah," Brooke whispered.

"What happened?"

My heartrate spiked. What happened? What if they thought I touched her? Or worse? Rumors have been spread on less.

Still stooped over, I cranked my head to the right in hopes to hear their whispers. But it didn't help. Their voices grew too quiet. To make matters more cringe-worthy, a second after, Alexis skipped up beside me and blocked my view.

"So how was your day?" she asked.

My jaw clenched. She must've had swim practice earlier today because she smelled of chlorine and her hair was damp, stringy-like. Those auburn locks often caught my attention too. One weekend last summer, when the girls were swimming in the backyard, she got out of the pool and whipped her hair so wildly it splashed me, and the grill, almost wrecking the pork chops. She just giggled and dove back in.

"It was fine," I answered, hanging my head again. "How was yours, Ms. Paige?"

"It was good," she started. "In homeroom I had my Chem final and I think I did alright on it. And then for lunch they served meatloaf. It was actually good this time."

While she summarized her day, I tried to breathe away my panic without sounding like I was hyperventilating. I accomplished the latter but my panic was persistent. Furthermore, my shaft still dangled inside my sweats like a probe, only hidden if I stayed hunched over and it didn't get any harder.

But evidently, once Alexis ended her story, it was as if she wanted to expose me and with her lotion-soft grip, she wrapped her hands around my bicep. "Your arms are really big did you know that? My fingers can't even touch."

I grimaced. I knew she was just being cute, she was always being cute, but that didn't make her little massage any less arousing. How her hands caressed me sent tingles through my thighs.

"Thanks," I grumbled. But inside, I yelled. In a few seconds I knew I'd have two problems on my hands: A confrontation with Sophia and a fiery-redhead-induced erection.

Wait... That gave me an idea. If I was fully erect, I could hide myself in the waistband of my sweats. My outfit was certainly baggy enough.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Alexis asked, her breath warm against my shoulder.

"Yeah," I told her. "I'll be fine in a minute."

But a minute, I feared, was more than I had.

With no time to waste, I looked to the adorable swimmer and soaked up every young curve of her figure, every plush line of her doll face and every squiggle of her leafy green irises behind her glasses. I almost felt sick for real. Out of all of Aubrey's friends, Alexis was the least sexy. But she did have her charms. "So how was swim practice today?"

"It was good," she answered with a pop in her voice, much like the pop in her step as she let go of my arm and took a step back. Which freed me! "I got a new swimsuit."

"That's good to hear," I said. In the blink thereafter, I spun away from her, shot my hand down my sweats and tucked myself in my waistband. Then I froze, awaiting her reaction. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's pretty," she said. "It's cerulean."

"That's sounds lovely."

"I think it is. I got it for summer. It's my first two-piece."

Still unaware if she caught me, I bunched my hands into my pockets, walked to the screen door and breathed in the spring air, my peripheral on my other problem: Sophia and Brooke huddled together at the island. Any minute now I figured Sophia would join in. Whether it was because of what happened or just because, I couldn't be sure.

"Hey," Alexis said. "Are you feeling better?"

"I think so." I nodded with a deep inhale. Much to my relief, at that point, it seemed I was in the clear. At least of Alexis. From the corner of my eyes, however, I noticed the island girls and by the looks of it, their conversation was over.

"Hey, Mr. Erickson?" Sophia spoke up, turning from Brooke and facing me as if prepared to verbally pounce. But, telling by the cheerfulness on her face, the attack wasn't going to be about today. "Wasn't yesterday funny?"

I winced. I was afraid that would come up.

"What happened yesterday?" Alexis asked.

"It was really funny," Sophia kept on. "Mr. Erickson just got home from work and was helping me and Aubrey with math when Brooke came out of the bathroom and-- "

"Sophia," I interrupted, pivoting from the screen door to face her. "Speaking of math, aren't all you girls in the same class?"

"Yeah," she mumbled. "So?"

"Well..." Before I continued, a bulb of bile shot up my throat. I always got that taste in my mouth when I had to say or do something that was dad-like. "Maybe the chitchat should wait until after you've studied. You do have your final tomorrow, don't you?"

"Oh yeah," the Auburn Doll, who was now seated at the dining room table, groaned. "That's why we're here."

"Oh, is it?" I asked Sophia.

But the Blonde didn't respond. Regardless of my dad spiel, she only stared at me with her arms folded, her hips popped and her breasts squished together. For seconds. "Fine," she finally said. "You win. But will you help me? I don't really know how to do this related rates thing."

Just then, Aubrey's and Katee's voice rose from the stairwell, which sent a jolt through my chest. The last thing I wanted was to have to deal with Katee. I was stirred enough as it was.

"Well," I started to ramble. "What if you see how far you can get on your own then if you need something-"

"I can help," Brooke interrupted me as she turned out from the barstool and faced Sophia. "Mr. Erickson just showed me how to do them."

"Really?" Sophia asked. "Are you sure you know it?"

"I've gotten the last the right."

"Yeah?" I chimed in, my focus darting from the island girls to the two brunettes in the staircase, whose heads were coming into view around the bend by the front door. "Sounds like Brooke can lead the study group then."

"What if Brooke doesn't get something?" Sophia asked. "Can I go to you?"

"Of course," I told her as calmly as I could although with Katee only a second away, Sophia posed too sexy for her own good and Brooke seemingly unaffected by what happened, my body screamed for me to flee.

"Okay," Sophia said with one of her chipmunk smiles.

"It's settled then," I said. "Good luck girls. I'll be in my room if you need anything."

"Feel better, Mr. Erickson," Alexis added, getting up from the dining room chair and crossing my path on her way to the kitchen.

"Will do."

With my head down, I then b-lined to the staircase. I almost collided with Alexis too. After the dozen some strides across the living room, I hit the steps and started to take them two at a time. However, before I made the third jump, which would've put me almost all the way up the flight, Katee froze me in my place with a greeting too hymn-like to resist.

"Hi, Mr. Erickson!"

Part 9: The Sugary Spice

Standing four steps up from the slim Latina was no way to have a conversation. The height difference made it weird but more so, she damn near stood at eye level to what I stowed in my waistband. The good news at least, since my daughter just gave me a curt, "Hey, Dad," as she continued on to her friends, who were now circled around the island, I was alone with this mocha-skinned brunette in case something slipped out.

"Hello, Ms. Rosa," I said, leaning against the wood railing like she had a moment earlier. "How was your day today?" Needless to say, my hands stayed in my pockets. But nevertheless, against my better judgement, I couldn't keep my eyes off this awe-inspiring girl.

Katee was probably the most athletic in the group. And to me, the most impressive. A star of both track and soccer, she dominated at two particular skills. The first was her ability to cross a soccer ball. That girl could bend it onto the head of even a four-footed forward from anywhere on the opponent's side of the pitch. Her teammates didn't always finish the strike though. Her second skill was that she could run, endlessly. Last summer, she did a marathon a week. The hottest one of which, Aubrey and I met her at the finish line. My strongest memory from that day was how, even drenched in sweat from the three-digit heat, she still smelled sugary.

Like she did now. I waged it was her natural scent. Come to think of it, she never wore so much as a spritz of perfume. Deodorant, yes. But other than that, it seemed she didn't need it. That wasn't the only thing about her that baffled me either.

Here was a girl with such wide hips and thin legs, running great distances should've hurt. But apparently those traits never bothered her and I wasn't about to complain about the beckoning gap between her thighs. Still, she wasn't built like a runner. Although waist down, she was muscular --hell, she had some of the sexiest calves I'd ever seen--, waist up, she looked a bit too chesty. Then again, once I overheard her tell Aubrey she wore upwards of three sports bras to keep her "girlies" snug.

Now, dressed in skinny jeans and a fitted V-neck T-shirt, she looked to be wearing just one.

"My day was long," she answered with a roll of her light brown eyes. "And yours?"

"It was fine. How was your last track meet?"

"Good," she said. "I won all my races. We still lost though. No biggy. I just run track to stay in shape for soccer, you know?"

I nodded. But she was lying a little. Cross country wasn't solely an offseason exercise for her. She needed it to curb her appetite for victory. With all the races she joined and how hard she trained, it was easy to see, not only was she the most athletic but she also was the most competitive. I often wondered: If a man provoked her to think of sex as a competition, or a means to test her stamina, would that be the type of talk to get her in the mood.

I snubbed the thought and shook my head. Yet my mind didn't stay unguttered for long.

"So," she started. "Since I plan on playing for the U next fall, do you think you'll be able to make it to any of my games?"

"That depends. Can you promise me a goal?"

She smiled, her chin tucked into the nook of her neck. "You know I've always just been there to assist the forwards and spread the field, right?" From her profile, her puckery lips looked like a heart. "I'm not really a goal scorer."

I nodded again, watching her brush her weeping willow hair behind her ear.

"Anyhow," she continued. "I prefer just being a midfielder. I think I'd embarrass myself otherwise."

"Oh I bet you'd be good in any position," I told her, oblivious to how suggestive that sounded.

"Thanks." She shied away, much like she usually did whenever I paid her a compliment. Sadly, this also curtained her coy beauty, along with her sharp, nibble-me, nose, behind her hair.

"Katee?" Aubrey then called out from the kitchen.

"Get your butt over here," Sophia added. "We're doing math!"

"Be right there," the Latina Minx shouted back. "Nice talking to you, Mr. Erickson."

"Nice talking to you too, Ms. Rosa."

And just like that, as quickly as our run-in began, it was over.

After another heart-lip smile, she popped off the banister and scurried into the kitchen. A moment later, I left as well, happy to finally be free of these girls.

"Have a good night, dad!" Aubrey yelled above her friends' chatter. "I'll holler if we need anything."

Part 10: Pre-Party Jitters

So, typically when I 'took care of myself,' I did it in my room on my laptop. But tonight, since I didn't want to hear the girls through the vents like last night, I chose to do it in my office on my desktop.

I was lucky it was Thursday. If tonight would've been Friday or Saturday, I might've ended my couple week dry spell and called Aubrey's mother. Every now and then, as long as she wasn't dating anyone, she was down for a 'rekindling.' We refused to refer to it as a "booty call."

I never minded using my office instead of my bedroom. Since none of the doors on the second floor locked anyway, the privacy was all the same. But in the case of my office, there were three memories that always sparked up when I walked in. Two of which were innocent, one of which was not.

The first memory was from the plant life. On the day Aubrey and I moved into this house, she found two ferns by the dumpsters down the road and together we nurtured them back to health. Now they sat in the windowsills, one at each.

The second was from my computer. Although most people called it clunky, that same hardware got me through the project that earned me my promotion a couple years ago. It still did the job now too. So I wasn't about to toss it out.

The last was from the pedestal desk. Almost as if designed for scandal, it had a front panel which blocked the spacious legroom beneath it where, sometimes, Renee would kneel and "help" me with my work. However, I never got much done when she did that.

No matter. Usually on nights when the breeze was cool enough to keep the windows open and hear the crickets and cicadas chirping outside, I went with a more romantic theme for my videos. But not tonight. Tonight, it was the opposite and I scoured my favorite sites for a hardcore variety of teen, interracial featuring both Asian girls and Latinas.

After I finished, I cleaned up and got ready for bed. Not surprisingly, by the time I tucked myself in, it was already 10:16 and the girls were gone. I supposed that was for the best. If they were chatting below, I would've probably stayed up to listen. But still, even with the house quiet, I took me a while to fall asleep. The last neon glow I remembered reading on my desk clock was 10:59.

I blamed that on the party.

Part 11: Eleven? 

Like Thursday, Friday morning sped by. Over breakfast, Aubrey and I discussed some of the finer details about the party. I had a guy coming over that afternoon to get the pool and hot tub ready for the season in case they needed it but Aubrey thought not.

At work, almost the second I walked in, the owner called me and reminded me about the people I needed to fire. Along with that, he brought up the current state of the company's decline and, "If we don't reel in a big fish soon, you might be out of a job." I ignored him for the most part. I didn't fire those people either.

During lunch, I hit up the gym like I did on Thursday and worked out everything that wasn't sore. That didn't leave much. More so, my two day binge, rather than my usual three day routine, tired me out by mid-afternoon and in turn, I decided to let everyone off for the weekend a couple hours early. That didn't apply to me of course, but I still finished my work and clocked out at 5:14 instead of 6:45. What a difference that made. Traffic was worse but at least the sun was up and, for the first time since winter, not in any of my mirrors.

When I arrived home just after 5:40, I figured I'd be the first one to pull up. But apparently, Aubrey's friends couldn't wait to start off their summer vacation. It looked like a mad house. Besides the three cars in the driveway: Aubrey's, Sophia's and Brooke's; there were also several parked around the cul-de-sac. Admittedly, some of these may have been the neighbors' guests but I did recognize Alexis's Silver Focus and Katee's Red Malibu. Her license plates read NVRSTOP.

That probably meant running right?

With a smirk, I wedged into the driveway's last open spot, got out and took a breath of the warm spring air. From where I stood, I couldn't hear the girls at all but outside had plenty of ambient noises from the children down the road to the birds in the trees. Plus, because the house was built only a couple miles from the local airport, it had soundproof windows and thick walls, so unless the windows were open, the house muted any inside ruckus.

"Here we go," I said to myself, briefcase in one hand, keys in the other. If today was anything like the last two, I was in for my fair share of slip-ups. With another smirk, this one apprehensive, I walked to the front door, climbed the stoop and unlocked the deadbolt, crossing the threshold to a torrent of panic.

"Oh my god!" a whisper broke from the kitchen.

Clunks and clinks followed.

"He's early!" another added over the patter of feet sticking to the tile floor.

"Aubrey?" I called out from the bottom of the steps as I shut the door behind me. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah, dad!" she answered.

That was lie. Her voice always ran fast when she lied.

"He's early," a different voice repeated. "You said he'd be home at seven."

"Sh," a fourth girl interrupted her.

While they bustled about, I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie, perhaps giving them more time than I should have. But I needed it too. A moment later, I started up the stairs and looked to the island where a collage of colorful tops, blue jean shorts and bare skin scrambled.

So this is nine girls, I thought.

Once at the top of the stairs, I flung my briefcase over the back of the loveseat, which didn't wake Furric from his nap on the cushion, then continued to the kitchen. "What's going on?" I asked in stride, my tone as unsuspicious as possible even though the way the girls were clustered around the island seemed very suspicious.

For starters, each one of them had her hands behind her back and most kept their gazes down. There were four huddled in the back left corner with my daughter; Sophia and Katee among them; two blondes with their backs against the fridge; Aubrey's only dark skinned friend, Melanie, next to Brooke in the back right by the screen door and Alexis with a "Get Wet" spaghetti strap tank top on in front of the last two girls, one of which was a brunette and the other of which was a lighter-haired, redhead, on the right side of the island.




My Daughter's Friends: Brooke



It was overwhelming. The place smelled like a perfumery and looked like I was backstage at the fashion show, Teenage Tease.

But something didn't add up.

As I reached the head of the island, I furrowed my brows and counted them again: Sophia, Katee and two others by Aubrey in the back left corner; two blondes at the fridge; Brooke and Melanie at the screen door; and two girls behind Alexis to my right.

Like I thought, they didn't add up.

"You're early." Aubrey broke the silence. "Did you have a good day?"

"Aubrey?" I cut her off, my voice as baritone as I could make it. "Why do I count eleven girls?"

In a wave, everyone except my daughter dropped their eyes to the floor and tensed. Some of them even squirmed back an inch. At that point, I felt less like I stood in my kitchen and more like I stood in a garden, searching through bushels of part lines, curls and pony tails for a rodent.

Obviously, these girls cowered because of a far worse violation. But I figured I'd start with the lesser one.

"Aubrey?" I repeated after another moment of quiet.

"Iris and Jasmine's parents didn't say 'yes' until today," she blurted as she gestured to the two blondes at the fridge. "I didn't want to uninvited them last minute."

Again, her voice ran fast. But this time, she wasn't lying.

"I see," I said, glancing over to the two girls who looked up at me only long enough to flash their Siberian-blue eyes and show me they were twins, mousy-face, pillowy-lipped twins.

I almost shivered.

"Please don't make them leave," Aubrey said.

I cleared my throat. Of course, I wasn't about to make anyone leave. However, since the twins' chaste faces still had me in chills, I thought it best to stay rigid for a couple more seconds.

"I don't care about the two extra girls," I said.

"Eleven's our record," Sophia cut in with a big chipmunk smile.

"That's not the point, Ms. Harrington." I scowled. "Like I said, I don't care about the two extra girls. What I care about is that it looks like you girls are hiding something from me."

Once more, every girl tensed. One of Alexis's straps even slipped off her shoulders but because her arms were behind her back, she couldn't fix it.

"Now." I paused. "Does anyone want to tell me what that something is?"

As the room went silent again, I shifted my weight to my right foot to try to peek behind Alexis's back. With a pivot though, she kept her front towards me, her top's neckline about to expose her thanks to the fallen strap.

"Ms. Page," I whispered, now with the taste of bile on my tongue. "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing." She shook her head, which sent her glasses inching down her nose. Whether she was cold or nervous, her porcelain skin then broke out in goosebumps.

"Nothing?" I asked her.

She nodded.

To be honest, even I began to feel like I was being a bit too harsh right then. The silence that filled the room thereafter agreed with me too. The air felt heavy. The only break in the quiet was the bathroom's analog clock as it ticked, ticked, ticked.

For forty two ticks to be exact. Forty two ticks of nothingness. That how long we stayed stalemated. Or at least, how long I thought we stayed stalemated when in reality, I was losing. And damn, between the petite twins and Alexis's near disrobe, I was losing fast. Worse yet, Brooke only stared at me with her brown eyes wide and her bosomy lips ever-so-slightly parted. From underneath her blanket of black hair, her cheekbones sent pin and needles up my legs.

But then I smelled something. Something sharp. In fact, in what stared off as an anxious breath ended up as the very inhale that caught the waft of why these girls were actually scared. And although it was faint, almost lost amidst their perfumes and pheromones, the twinge was undeniable.

They had alcohol.

Part 12: World's Best, or Worst, Dad

At first, I clenched: my hands, my gut, my jaw, everything. From that, another cyst of vomit shot up my throat. I wanted to yell. I wanted to punish them. Every one of them. Severely. Aubrey, banished to her room. Her friends, bent over my knee and spanked. Hard. Several times.

But then it hit me. And I cringed. These girls were eighteen. At an earlier age, I was already a drunk. Hell, Aubrey was conceived when Renee and I were seventeen. Cliché-ically enough, it was also at a drunken party.

So how could I be mad? At least she had the brains to drink in the safety of her own home, surrounded by friends, without boys. Yes, eighteen was young, and maybe she'd drunk before, but still, she was smarter than I was then. So again, how could I be mad?

"Aubrey?" I said as evenly as I could, releasing my clench as I broke the silence.

"Yes?" she answered, her button nose scrunched up under her best puppy-dog eyes. "Are you mad?"

Telling by her voice, she knew that I knew about the alcohol.

"No," I told her. "I just want to go over a few things. Can everyone look at me, please?"

Unaware if it was the anger or the power that made my adrenaline bluster, I basked in the moment while eleven girls raise their chins and gift me the lines of their beautiful faces, some of which were afraid, some of which were upset.

"Look," I started. "I know you have alcohol."

Expectedly, they all flinched.

"It's okay," I said with my palms up as if to surrender. "I just want to make sure if you girls are going to drink, you do it responsibly. Now I can't condone drinking at your age, but at eighteen, I did it too. I just want you to be honest with me. So please, stop hiding whatever you're hiding. Some of you look uncomfortable."

In hopes to help break the ice, I chuckled and clasped my hands behind me. However, most of the girls just stood there like statues, shapely-figured statues.

"It is heavy," one of them spoke up at last. It sounded like Alexis. "And cold," she added.

"Then set it on the counter," I told her with a smile. "I won't be mad."

"You promise?" Aubrey asked.

"I promise. I did the same thing at your age. It wouldn't be right of me to get mad, would it?"

They didn't answer. But they didn't need to.

A moment later, Alexis removed a jug of Orange Juice from behind her back and set in on the countertop. After that, the rest of them followed. Sheepishly, they placed jugs of juices, two liters of Spite and Coke, and cans of Redbull on the granite-top. They even picked up a few drinks from the floor. It was quite the array. One of which Aubrey, Sophia and Katee capped off by reaching into the island's cupboards and setting full-sized bottles of Karkov, Captain Morgan and Jack Daniels alongside the many stacks of Solo Cups. Which made me wince, half in awe of their score, half revolted by their choices.

"Thank you," I said. "So, first thing's first. If I'm to let you have this party, you need to abide by four rules. Can you do that for me?"

"What are the rules?" Sophia brushed her blonde mop behind her ear and looked up at me.

"Well," I started to say. But then strangely, I locked up. Out of nowhere it seemed, a shiver came rushing through my torso as I found myself center stage to two dozen twinkling eyes, two dozen tweezed brows and two dozen pairs of fluttering lashes. In the afternoon light, Aubrey's friends were no longer statues. With the way the afternoon sun illuminated them, they were much more like figurines, priceless figurines. "The four rules are," I stammered. From Sophia's freckles, to Alexis's doll-face, back to the twin's Siberian stare, every girl shined. Brooke's buttermilk complexion the brightest.

"Dad?" Aubrey whispered. "The rules?"

"Right," I said, clearing my throat and ridding the flush on my face before I made a bigger fool of myself. "The rules..."

Thanks Sweetie!

"One. No one leaves this house. I don't want the neighbors seeing or hearing any drunk underage girls outside. Also, the backyard is off limits."

My chest sank. No backyard meant no pool. No pool meant no bikinis.

"Two," I kept on. "No one else comes over. Especially boys."

Some of them giggled.

"I mean it," I said. "You're not to invite anyone else over. The more communication there is the more likely cops or parents will show up at my front door and I will not have either. Okay?"

Like bobble heads, they nodded.

"Good... Three, if somebody doesn't want to drink, none of you can make her. I don't care about the games or whatever else you're going to do, but there will be no bullying at this party."

"Bullying?" Sophia repeated with a laugh. "Do you really think we bully?"

Again, some of them giggled and from the corner of my eye, I saw Brooke's lips part into a smile.

"I don't know what you girls do." I looked back to the Blonde. "But I will not have beer pressure at this party--"

"Beer pressure?" Katee interrupted me, which caused the throng of girls to break out into laughter. "What's beer pressure?"

I bit down my own smirk. Apparently, in a room full of estrogen it was easy to drop one's guard. 

"Hey now," I said. "You know I meant peer pressure. I will not have peer pressure at this party. Got it?"

Once more, they nodded, some of them still giggling.

"Okay, good." I took a deep breath. But as much as that should've helped, their flowery perfumes only stirred me further. "Lastly," I continued. "Four, and this one might be the most important. None of you can tell your parents. In fact, don't tell anyone. What happens in this house must stay in this house. You hear me?"

For the third time, they bobbed their heads.

"No, no more nods," I told them, my tone lighthearted yet stern. "I want to hear it from you girls. Promise me. Say, we promise, Mr. Erickson."

Perhaps I was on a bit of a power-trip with that one but despite what might have come off as condescension, the girls listened and, in a symphony of soprano voices, they spoke together like my own personal choir. "WE PROMISE, MR. ERICKSON!" They all snickered afterwards.

"Good," I said, my shoulders in tingles. "Second order of business. Do any of you actually like mixed drinks?"

As anticipated, the room went quiet, some of them shying away, others looking to their feet. I figured it was a coin toss. Heads: They didn't know if they liked them because they've never had them before. Or Tails: They did like them but didn't want to tell me so.

"Okay," I said a bit later. "Let's try this instead. Is there any kind of alcohol you girls prefer? Maybe something you've had a sip of in the past."

Still, the orchestra stayed silent. At least for the minute it took the airplane overhead to roar passed us. Once the thunder faded though, Sophia spoke up.

"Riesling," she whispered. "My parents let me have a glass at dinner sometimes."

"Good." I grinned at her. "We can do wine. Anything else?"

"Angry Orchard," Katee added from behind her brunette curtains. "My sister gave me one once."

"Great. Anything else?"

Although I waged their stories were only half truths, I smiled it off as I propped my hands on the island and leaned forward. "Remember, nothing leaves this house."

In that instant, my stomach curdled and I feared I was being too forceful. I didn't want them to get the wrong idea. Sure, the allure of a bunch of drunk vixens was obvious, but honestly, I solely cared about Aubrey's party.

As I retreated back to my heels, something flickered in Brooke's irises. It was probably just the sun reflecting off a passing car's windshield, but still, her eyes glimmered as if rife with passion.

"Mike's Hard Lemonade," she mouthed, her tongue long on the 'L'. "Cranberry."

I nodded. Anything for you.

"Okay." I jerked my gaze away and stood up straight, my front pressed against the wood paneling just in case. "Third order of business." I said, reaching into my pocket, pulling out my wallet and checking it for cash. But unluckily, I didn't have enough for them to order in so I changed my plans.

"Okay, girls." I put my wallet back. "The third order of business. Don't order in. The last thing I want is some horny college guy seeing a houseful of tipsy teenage girls."

"Dad!" Aubrey shouted as the rest of them broke into giggles again. "Gross!'

"I'm just saying." I shrugged. "I'm sure those delivery boys would kill to get a glimpse of you gorgeous girls."

"Dad!" she shouted again. "You're being weird."

"I'm sorry." I showed my palms once more, surrendering to an army of blushing faces. Well, those I could see who hadn't hung their heads were blushing. Sophia, of course, wasn't among the bashful. She, her chipmunk smile and her star-burst blue eyes never turned away. 

"Anyway," I mumbled. "I'll be right back."

As if I meant to be rude, I then pivoted from the island and started for the stairs in an attempt to flee their glossy lips, their timid eyes and their dimpled cheeks. But I hardly made it a step before my daughter called after me.

"Wait," she yipped. "You just got home. Where are you going?"

"Out," I answered over my shoulder. "You girls need food. Also, I thought I'd pick up some Riesling, some Angry Orchard and some Mike's Cranberry lemonade."

"You're getting what they said?" Alexis chimed in when I was halfway to the steps.

"Yep. Why? Did you have a suggestion?"

While I spoke, I slowed my pace. I knew the thought of their friend's dad buying them alcohol would take some time to process. Hell, I probably should've let it process more myself. 

When I reached the stairs, they started to whisper. Soon after, their whispers became chatter and by the time I got to the bottom of the steps, Alexis spoke up.

"Regular hard lemonade would be nice."

"You got it."

"But wait," Aubrey said. "Why are you doing this?"

I chuckled, slipping on my work shoes then looking back to the kitchen where the collage of colorful tops, blue jean shorts and bare skin stood, transfixed. "Because I love you, Sweetie. And because this may not be the first time you or your friends have gotten drunk, but I'm sure as hell going to try to make it the best time." I smiled. So did some of them. "Now, before I go, are there any other requests?"

That broke the silence. Turned out, my coin flip notion was off.

"RumChata!" One shouted.

"Tequila!" Another added.

"Merlot!"

"Corona!"

Part 13: Junior First

Rarely did I park in the garage. The way the two stalls jutted out kind of bothered me. Also, it was only partway attached to the house, meaning it didn't have an entrance to the first floor. It did however have a staircase to the basement, an exit to the driveway and one to the backyard. Although most of time I thought that was stupid, in this case, because everything I bought was going to the basement anyway, and I didn't want the neighbors to get suspicious, the design worked. Thus, here I was.

After I turned off the impala, which, because of the pizzas on the passenger seat, now smelled more like the Acura I had during my high school days as a delivery driver, I popped the trunk, grabbed the pies and circled around to the back of the car. But since there were too many bags to carry myself, I called for the girls' help.

Within seconds, they came scurrying up the concrete steps like a parade.

"Thanks, Mr. Erickson." "Thanks, Mr. Erickson." "Thanks, Mr. Erickson." They told me one by one over the rustle of plastic as they snatched a bag or two from the trunk and scampered back down the steps to their bunker. They even took the pizzas off my hands so I didn't have to follow them. Not that I would've minded. I was just happy they ate pizza. With girls that thin, I wasn't sure.

"Use the freezer to keep the drinks cold," I shouted down the stairwell.

"Will do!" Aubrey answered just before she brought up the rear and shut the door behind them.

Then I chuckled. They were far more methodical than I expected. If only I would've gotten that same efficiency from the tatted up cashier at the liquor store twenty minutes ago. She gave me quite the look when she was scanning all those bottles of wine and six packs of beer. I got a similar look at the grocery store too. Maybe a guy in his thirties shouldn't be stocking up on chips, dips and fruity drinks. Or more so, maybe a dad in his thirties shouldn't be stocking up on chips, dips and fruity drinks for his eighteen year old daughter. And her eighteen year old friends.

I chuckled again. Then I started to make my way back inside.

Soon enough I was in the kitchen, my shoes off, my tie and suit jacket thrown over the loveseat cushion next to Furric. That fur ball could sleep through anything. The digital clock on the stove read 7:31, which meant 7:02 because it was the twenty-ninth today. Just a little math test I gave Aubrey every morning.

Outside, a variety of birds and squirrels bickered in the willows while the sun began to sink behind the branches and cast the first floor in a speckled yellow tint. On top of that, I had just opened the screen door and now the warm, chlorine-scented spring air drafted through the kitchen. I forgot my guy came by today and got the pool ready for the season so that chlorine scent was extra pungent.

Nevertheless, all this effort I spent focusing on the sights, sounds and smells did nothing to keep my mind off the girls, whose chitchat and laughter vibrated in the tile floor. They sounded happy. That was the important thing. What wasn't important was how they might've been in their pajamas by now, getting drunk.

In tingles, I pulled out a plate of leftover chicken from the fridge, heated it then picked it clean with a glass of milk. When I finished, I left the plate in the sink and started for the stairs to enjoy an evening of what I expected to be some private time on my laptop and maybe a movie on HBO. Or maybe not. At least the girls were in the basement and I wouldn't be able to hear them through the vents. That didn't mean they couldn't come upstairs though.

Which, by the worse of luck, was what one of them did just then.

"Mr. Erickson?" a soft voice rose from the stairwell, freezing me on the first step.

Not again, I thought with a wince. For the third day in a row, it looked like I would have to endure another run-in, another trial, another chance to make an irreversible mistake. Yesterday with Brooke was bad enough.

"Yes?" I said as I posted up against the banister and wiggled my hands into my pockets. Annoyingly, there were still filaments of chicken in my teeth and while I fished them out with my tongue, the pounding in my chest grew. "Is everything alright?"

Without an answer, the girl came tiptoeing up the stairs, her thick hair, sleek cheekbones and slender frame ever enticing.

Speak of the Asian Devil! I thought.

Once she reached the last step from the top, she leaned against the railing behind her and stretched her toned arms across the wood, arching her back until her t-shirt pulled taut across her ribs and raised high enough to expose her hip bones, the lower curves of her abs and her naval piercing.

The only positive was that she wasn't in her pjs yet. However, her short shorts weren't much better. That frayed denim cut off far too early on far too long of legs.

I shuddered, happy my hands were in my pockets. "Is everything alright?"

Despite the lingering scents from the other girls, her lily perfume, along with the trace of her Mike's cranberry lemonade, managed to find my next inhale. And every inhale after that.

"Yeah," Brooke finally said. "I wanted to thank you for getting all that stuff for us. It must've been expensive."

I smirked. It was. Two hundred an ninety seven dollars expensive. "It's just money. Besides, you only turn eighteen once."

"Excuse me?" she said with a laugh, her lips parted around her top row of pearly teeth. "You think I'm turning eighteen?"

"You're not?" My heart twitched. "Aren't you a senior?"

Although those two sentences amounted to a total of six words, my stutter probably chopped it into twice that. 




My Daughter's Friends: Brooke



"Yeah." She laughed. "But after kindergarten my parents sent me to junior first. I guess I wasn't social enough. Or something like that."

Junior first? My heart twitched again. Did that make her nineteen? As a chill ran down my spine at the thought, she retreated from her sexy stretch to a more casual pose with her hands wedged into her back pockets.

"Well," I started. "You seem social enough now."

She smiled again. "Thanks. I guess it worked then."

"I guess it did." I smiled back.

Wait... Were we flirting? Were we allowed to? Aubrey would frown upon it but it wasn't like we were doing anything physical. We were just talking. Sure, my eyes couldn't resists how the sun streaked across the floor and bathed her generous shape. But that was just looking. Not touching.

With a fidget, I pivoted towards the kitchen. "So, Junior first?" I tried to ask nonchalantly.

"Yeah." She shrugged. "It kind of sucks being a year older than everyone else. But at least I got to be the first one to drive."

There it was. A year older than everyone else. The Asian Goddess wasn't barely legal; she was a year beyond it. I shivered.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she continued. "I wanted to thank you for all your help yesterday. I think I did well on that test."

"Congratulations."

"Thanks." She dropped her chin and let her hair veil her third smile.

"I'm glad I could help. Now was there anything else you needed?"

"No. I think that was everything."

"Okay then," I said, standing there a moment longer before starting back up the steps. As much as it made me cringe to leave her like that, I had to get out of there. Besides, I still had a day to wait to no longer feel like a pedophile. Also, every minute I spent with this woman increased the chances of me saying something stupid. "If you think of anything else. I'll be in my room."

"And where's that?" she called after me. "I've never been upstairs before. I don't want to get lost."

I chuckled. "It's the one at the end of the hallway." I told her, now four steps up. At this angle, I had to grit my teeth to not glance down her shirt. "You can't miss it."

"Okay," she said with a grin. "I won't. Thanks, Mr. Erickson."

"You're welcome, Ms. Chang."

"Have a good night!" she nearly sang as she spun around and began her trot downstairs.

"You too," I echoed.

Part 14: Tipsy

Outside my open bedroom windows, the leaves rustled, the birds chirped and overhead, an occasional airplane roared past. By this late in the evening, the sun had already snuck behind the willows and although it was still light outside, my room was cast in shade. It was quiet too. In fact, other than the noises outside, there were no others. No music, no television, nothing. I kept it that way because for the six or so minutes I needed to 'clear my head,' I wanted to be able to hear if someone was coming down the hallway. In the time between being stripped from my suit and dressed in my sweats, I debated jumping in the shower and doing it there but I figured I'd rather shower before bed. Plus, I didn't want to use my imagination when I had a myriad of videos at my fingertips. Ones that featured Asian girls to be specific.

Afterwards, I flopped onto my bed, propped up and switched on Spartacus from my Netflix queue. For two episodes, I lied there and watched it in hopes I would get tired. But no luck. When the second episode ended, I was still wired. That was either the show's fault or Brooke's. I waged the second. No matter. With the spare energy, I decided to turn off the show, grab the thirty-five pound dumbbells from the closet and do a light workout of pushups, sit-ups and curls while the radio played in the background.

However, three-quarters of the way through my first set of pushups, right when my breath deepened and I started counting off the reps aloud with each huff, "Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine," a soft voice broke from my door.

"Wow. Am I interrupted something?"

At once, my knees hit the carpet and like a dog, I crouched on all fours, panting, looking up from the floor to find Sophia attired in a V.S. pair of cotton shorts and a loose-fitting tank top, poised in the doorframe.

Pajamas!

"No, it's fine." I sat back on my heels. "Did you need something?"

"No," she answered as she sashayed into my room and shut the door. Then, with a Mike's lemonade in her hand and a bounce in her blonde mop, she skipped across the room and sat down at the foot of my bed. "I just wanted to see what you were doing." She took a sip of her drink. "Working out huh?"

Telling by the slur in her voice and the hint of alcohol she brought into the room, I guessed she was a good couple drinks in. Plenty for a girl her size.

I winced. If Sophia wasn't difficult enough to resist when she was sober, drunk, I feared, was going to be much more of a problem. And worse yet, whenever I exercised, despite the fatigue, my sex drive ran rampant. The good news, my hunch would hide anything my sweat pants missed. The bad news, other than the awkwardness of my kneel, Sophia was molten enough to make the two hours since I last took care of myself seem like days.

"Yep," I told her. "Are you having fun?"

"For sure." She giggled behind another sip, which clinked the bottle against her teeth. "I'm really dizzy though."

"That can happen. Do you think that's your last one?"

"Probably not." She laughed with another swallow. One that spilled past her lips and dribbled to the couple freckles beneath her collarbone. "Oops." She shivered. "That's cold."

I grimaced, yanking my eyes to the floor and trying to draw a breath of my own musk, which didn't help.

"Mr. Erickson?" she spoke up a moment later, her tone now far lower than it was before, almost as if she was sad or something was wrong.

"Yeah?" I looked up. "Is everything alright?"

"Well..." She sighed, her head hung, her eyes fixed down the bottle of her Mike's. "I was just wondering. Do you think Brooke's sexier than me?"

Immediately, I jarred back in disgust.

"Ms. Harrington," I said sternly. "I don't think of you girls like that. Like I told you in the kitchen, you're all beautiful. But I don't see any of you as anything more than that."

"Oh," she whispered with her hands clutched around her drink. "But Mr. Erickson, you called us gorgeous."

My heart jumped. "Well," I tried to respond. "You know what I meant."

"I don't think I do." She raised her chin and flashed her chipmunk smile at me. "I've seen you look at me before."

Again, my heart jumped.

"Sophia." I cleared my throat. "I look at all your girls. I don't mean for that to be suggestive. I'm sorry if I've confused you."

"No, not like that," she interrupted me, tilting her Mike's back and guzzling the rest. "I mean." She wiped her mouth and set the bottle on the floor. "Like, I've seen you look down my shirt."

Son of a bitch, my mind yelled as my chest started to hammer so hard I felt it in my skull.

"I don't mind," she continued. "I like it. It makes me feel special. Like, I'm your favorite."

"Sophia," I stuttered. "It's not like that."

"Oh really?" She paused. "I don't believe you."

Abruptly, she then got off the bed, shuffled across the carpet and sat on her heels in front of me as if to mirror me. But rather, while my hands were outside my knees, her hands were inside, locked through the elbow to perk up her posture and squish her breasts together. Thankfully, she was wearing a bra, otherwise it would've been more than my peripheral peering down her tank top.

"I've caught you before," she said with a smirk. "Just two days ago when you came home, you looked up my skirt. Remember? I saw you. It's okay though. I like when you look at me." As she spoke, she leaned forward until her face was inches from mine. "I want you to look at me."

Her breath was warm, seductive and deliciously scented of Riesling wine.

"You can even touch me if you want," she whispered. "Anywhere. I am eighteen after all."

"Sophia..." I couldn't help but trembled. I couldn't help but stare, my eyes captivated by the star pattern of hazel inside her blue irises. "I don't... I don't think of you girls like that. I don't see you girls like that."

"Oh," she whispered again as she traced her serpent-like tongue over her top lip. "Then prove it." Her eyes dropped to my crotch. "Stand up. Right now. And show me you're not hard."

My gut wrenched. Standing up was not an option. From head to foot, I was stone. My bones were locked. My words were dammed. How could she have been this domineering?

Worst of all, I loved it. All of it. I loved how my heart careened, how my blood raced through my veins and how her cocktail of alcohol, mango shampoo and perfume mixed in my nostrils.

I loved the power she had over me. She was... my little blonde dominatrix.

But luckily for me, it didn't last.

In the next instant, as if awakening from a daze, she fluttered her lashes, jerked back to her heels and let her focus sort of drift out. "I'm really tired." She yawned. "I think I'm going to go back downstairs now."

"Okay?" I crinkled my brow and kept my body rigid. Although it felt like whiplash.

"Have a good night, Mr. Erickson," she said, wiggling out of her kneel, standing up then starting towards the door. However, she never made it more than a step. Instead, once she tried to skip away, she stumbled backwards and hit my bed. There, she fell onto the mattress, giggled for a moment then, with her arms over her head, her legs together and her bare feet dangling off the side, she passed out.

Part 15: Inner Demons

At the foot of my bed, inches from the Blonde Fox, I stood with my arms folded. Still stiff, but at least tucked into my waistband in case she woke up. With how I hovered over her, that part of me was the closest and I didn't want any surprises.

For minutes, I kept like this, staring down at her exposed midsection.

Because of how she fell, her tank top had collected high on her stomach. Now, between that fabric and the waistband of her low-rider shorts, her abdomen was mine to ogle. At the top, the arcs of her lower ribcage. At the bottom, the handles of her hipbones, which jutted out so predominantly her abs flowed well below the hem of her shorts. Much like a stream under a bridge.

Oh how easy it would've been to peel her top up or untie her shorts and shimmy them down.

"Sophia, Sophia, Sophia." I shuddered. "You're far too sexy for your own good."

She looked like a dancer, long, lean and mysterious with her blonde mop fanned across the face.

I wanted her. I wanted to run my hands along her stomach and indulge each one of her defined contours. Furthermore, I wanted to reach into that all-too-inviting slot between her bridged shorts and her smooth abdomen and explore her. But I knew I couldn't. Regardless of how much my fists burned beneath my arms, I kept them crossed. I kept them clenched.

Yet, despite my calm exterior, my mind was someone else. Someone different.

At first, that someone, that voice in my head, told me to touch her. It tried to rationalize that no one was around and that no one would know. But once it caught on that I wasn't going to listen, the voice got sinister. And after maybe four or five suggestions, it was like I harbored a child molester inside my brain.

Take her, strip her naked, have your way with her, the gravelly voice demanded.

And I cringed at every word. But still, I didn't move. I didn't even flinch.

Well, I didn't flinch until about the tenth order. That was when the voice got so crass I had to react.

It was sickening. Throughout this whole ordeal, my head, and my passion, never stopped throbbing.

Who the hell had I become?

As the voice told me to rape her, I lunged back and ripped my gaze away from the young girl. Then, left with nothing but an aridness in my throat, I swallowed and dragged the voice back to the darker parts of my mind where I silenced it.

Seconds later, a thought hit me. Aubrey's entourage was probably wondering about their absent member by now. But maybe not. It might've been tough to notice one girl missing out of twelve. Then again, if there was one to notice absent, it would've been Ms. Harrington.

With a feeble smirk, I then scooped up her limp figure, cradled her and started my way down to the basement. When I exited my room though, it was as if I couldn't help myself and, like I wanted to reassure her, I whispered, "You are my favorite, Sophia."

Part 16: Distractions

The basement had two halves to it: The right, a long living room with the sliding doors to the backyard at the end. And the left, Aubrey's room, which use to be two bedrooms and a bathroom but was recently remodeled to one large room with a communal.

I liked the living room. Because Aubrey wanted it ocean themed, I had a painter come in and paint the walls in a sort of turbulent whirl of navy blue. Also, the shag carpet, the furniture and a few sizeable aquariums along the walls matched those murals nicely. The tanks always hummed but when the lights were dimmed, as they were now, they threw their ripples about and made it look as if it the room were actually underwater.

The only part that didn't fit the scheme was the big screen in the corner by the sliding glass doors. But hell, Aubrey wasn't about to go without a TV down here. Gratefully, none of the girls were watching it. In fact, with how much chitchat and laughter rumbled to my left, it was easy to tell all the girls were in her bedroom.

That worked for me since I was able to lay Sophia on the couch at the bottom of the steps and flee their perfumery before anyone saw.

To be honest, I wouldn't have minded seeing Brooke, Alexis, or Katee again but I didn't want to wreck my daughter's party, which were so much more fragile nowadays.

Back in my room, I returned to my exercises and spent the next hour trying to tire myself out. When that didn't work, I decided to take my usual lap around the neighborhood. By this time, the sun had set, the air had cooled and the majority of the ticky-tacky houses had quieted. This provided a serene, streetlight-lit atmosphere to run through where other than the bugs and an airplane or two, the only other sounds were my shoes smacking against the concrete and my breath hacking through the crisp, dew-scented air. Out through the mouth. In through the nose.

Not surprisingly, the one lap became two. Then three. Then three and a half. It would've been four too but a newly formed callous on my right big toe burned too hot to continue so I took a short cut home and limped inside.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. Because I didn't want any of the girls to see me gimpy or sweaty, I hurried through my late meal and had a PowerBar which I washed down with a blended fruit shake. Afterwards, I returned to my room and ended the day with a shower, finally feeling tired.

Part 17: Layers

Freshly shaven, and with nothing but a towel around my waist, I exited the steam-filled master bathroom and started through the closet towards my bedroom. Usually I'd make this trip naked but since I was still damp, I figured I'd take the towel into the room and finish drying off amidst the cooler air, which was a lot chillier than I thought it would be. Once I got into the room, I shuffled across the carpet to my dresser then reached down to my towel and began to pull the knot. However, the instant it slipped from my waist, a girl's voice lifted from behind me.

"Hey."

In a scramble, I snatched the scrap of cloth, pinned it to my hip and wrestled it back into a knot. Thereafter, I lashed around to find the Asian Goddess seated in my desk chair with her eyes wide, her legs crossed and her dainty forearms draped across the armrests.

"Hey," I tried to say back. But it was only a breath.

With what she was wearing, how could it have been anything else?

Garbed in a lavender, fur-frilled gown of flimsy velvet, she was opulent, her curvaceous figure on display with her hair plumed high in a ponytail. Some might've called that garment a nighty. Most would've probably called it foreplay.

I shivered, beginning to press against the inside of my towel.

"Sorry." She smiled, her eyes fixed on my bare torso. "I didn't mean to scare you. I can leave if you want."

"No," I blurted. "Just let me get dressed."

She nodded. "Should I go somewhere?"

"No," I repeated with a head shake. "I'll take my clothes into the closet. You can stay right there. Okay?"

She nodded again.

The next couple of minutes were less about getting dressed and more about trying to figure out how the hell I was going to survive this run-in. My best hope were the layers I was putting on. First, it was a pair of tighty-whiteys. Second, a pair of boxers. Third, some gym shorts. And last, my sweat pants. It might've been warm and uncomfortable but it was bulgy and I needed the leeway. Also, I wore the baggiest top I owned just in case. That top happened to be a douchey sleeveless from my college days but whatever. Go Bulldogs.

When I walked out of the closet, I found Brooke poised by the entertainment center, fiddling with the radio. Her back was to me but the way she poked out her ass made up for it. It almost wasn't fair. With how her gown draped her figure, I couldn't help but stare at her lack of panty lines. G-string? Or nothing at all?

"So," she started. "Guess what?"

"What?" I asked as I sat in my desk chair and interlaced my fingers in my lap.

Just then, the radio clicked on and filled the room with a faint white noise.

"It's twelve fifteen," she told me. "Do you know what that means?"

"I do," I said, in chills at the thought of her being a year beyond legal. "Happy Birthday."

"That's right." She giggled, adjusting the dial until the static melded into some hip-hop/pop song. "Thank you." A second later, she started to sway her ponytail to the rhythm. Her body soon followed. It wasn't much, but with every one of her slithers, my heartrate climbed.

Honestly, it was almost too much. I should've told her to stop. But instead, I pressed my hands into my lap and just watched her hips glide from left to right. Left to right. Left to right. She was my snake. And the ambience was flawless.

Above us, the dimmed overhead light bathed the room in incandescence. At our feet, the air conditioning gave our surroundings a touch of brisk. And around us, the scent of her lily perfume mingled with a trace of alcohol. The music hugged it all together.

With a whip of her hair, Brooke then spun around and ended the peepshow. "What do you think?"

"It's great." I dropped my eyes to my lap and tensed. "Whatever you like is fine with me."

"Okay then." She snickered. "This station works."

While I cowered, she walked over to the foot of my bed and sat down. Then she crossed her legs and leaned back on her arms. Sadly, this new pose stirred me worse than her dancing since now the frilly hem of her nighty was hiked up on her thighs.

"So," she said. "Did Sophia really pass out right here?"

"Yeah. She seemed pretty drunk."

"Really?" Brooke whispered before trailing off into a few words of what sounded like Korean. "That little actress."

"Actress?" I furled my brow and looked up to find her attention on the ceiling fan. "What do you mean?"

"Well... Sophia wasn't really drunk. Jasmine just dared her to come up here and act like it."

My eyes flared. "Act like it?"

"Yeah," she continued, lowering her gaze until she met mine. "Jasmine told her, as proof, she needs to pass out on your bed. I guess they knew you'd carry her back downstairs."

Within a breath, my stomach churned and a shrill ringing rose in my ears.

"Oh." I clenched. "Was there anything else?"

"Not really." She shrugged. "She seemed pretty smiley about it though."