Lynda's father's poker night came and it was his night to be host. Lynda knew all the men. They had been playing since before she had been born. Her parents were both only children and her father's poker friends had become her surrogate uncles. Two of the three had even taken Lynda along when they had gone on vacation. George had never married. Henry was married and had two daughters of his own. He was the one who had taken Lynda to Disney world. Then there was Matt. He was Lynda's favorite and had taken her camping with his son, daughter, and wife. His son, who was called Buddy, was Lynda's age and his daughter, Wendy, was a year older.

Lynda's father had suggested she wear her new dress to show off how nice she looked for his friends. She liked dressing up so gladly accepted his suggestion. She had also put on what she thought was her prettiest bra and panty set. It was pale blue and the bra was one that had fitted cups and hooked in the back. She didn't have any boobs to speak of but the idea it was designed like women's bras made her feel nice. The only problem was she wasn't used to the back clasps so her father had helped her hook it. Satisfied with the way she looked, Lynda went into the kitchen to get the night's snacks ready.

Over the next 5 minutes, the men arrived. Lynda's father, as usual, already had the first beers waiting so Lynda finished putting the snacks into the bowls. There was a small RV in the kitchen so she turned it on to watch. Since her mother had died, Lynda was the hostess for her father's friends. She knew enough to keep herself entertained until her father called for the snacks. She actually enjoyed playing waitress for the men. It made her feel like an adult. When her mother had been alive, Lynda was sent to her room for the evening. At least now she didn't feel caged in.

"Lynda, can you bring out some chips?" her father called.

She grabbed the bowl and obediently brought it into the room. She had hoped the men would notice her new dress but they were too engrossed in the game to look up. Her father had muttered, "Thanks," but that was the only recognition she had received. A little disappointed, Lynda walked back into the kitchen.

A while later, Henry grumbled, "How the hell do I get another beer around here?" His obvious joke drew a laugh from the others.

"Lynda, I think the guys need you," her father chuckled.

"We don't need your kid, we need beer!" George laughed. The crack made Lynda laugh too as she went to the refrigerator for the beer. George was a nice guy but no women would ever consider him a "catch." Cradling the beers in her arms, Lynda went into the room.

This time the men were between hands. "How's my little girl tonight?" Matt asked.

"Sorry Matt," her father chuckled. "There's no little girls around here. Aside from us guys, there's only a young lady who is now working as a model."

"You mean my favorite little girl is now a model?" Matt exclaimed as he faked astonishment. Lynda smiled loving the attention she was now getting.

"Little girl? I told you there was no little girl here. Little girls wear tee shirts and white cotton panties. Lynda, come here and we'll show them what 'ladies' wear," her father boasted.

Lynda walked to her father and put her back to him to get unzipped. To her, being seen wearing only her underwear in front of the men was no big deal. When she had gone on vacation with her father's friends, they had seen her in underwear anyway. They had all seen her hundreds of times before. This time she was actually looking forward to letting them see. Before, she had always been in her "little girl" underwear when her father unzipped her to get ready for bed or when she came out to kiss her father good night. With her new bra and panty set, she felt unusually pretty.

With the dress unzipped, Lynda pulled her arms out and let the dress fall. She beamed as the men responded, "Wow... Pretty... Nice... I like it... Sexy"

"Do we get to have a sexy waitress in bra and panties tonight?" Henry asked?

Lynda looked at her father. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah!" she answered excitedly. She remembered the boy at the store and her father and wondered if the other men would react the same way to her.

"Why don't you go hang your dress up and then get the pretzels," her father suggested. Lynda picked up the dress and ran to her room. She carefully hun it up and then looked into her mirror. The bra looked fine to her so she adjusted her panties, smoothing the waistband after lowering it a little then adjusted the material over her little butt so it seemed to show that off a little better too. Once she thought everything looked perfect, she went to the kitchen to get the pretzels.

She brought the pretzels out and then went to get another round of beer. The men all smiled and nodded but only Matt had added, "Thanks, sexy." The compliment brought a big grin to Lynda's face. Except for her father and the photographer, no one had ever told her she was sexy. Her father "had" to say things like that and Don probably said that to everybody. Matt had said it to just her.

The game continued and Lynda played their bra and panty clad waitress getting beer and snacks. The men would watch her as she brought things in and always smile at her. Although no one said anything about her state of dress, Lynda could tell they liked it. Occasionally Lynda would see one of them put their hand to their crotch and "adjust" things. A few times, they would catch her looking but just smile at her. She thought it was nice they didn't make her feel awkward by looking and the fact she was making them "uncomfortable" down there made her thrilled.

"Could you bring in some more beer for us?" her father called. Lynda did as she was asked and found the men taking a break from the game.

She handed out the beers. "So you're working as a model, huh?" Henry asked.

Lynda nodded happily. She had hardly talked to them all night although she did receive plenty of attention. "She's a lingerie model," her father boasted.

"I can see why!" George exclaimed, admiring Lynda.

"She's even done some nude modeling," her father added.

"Nude? I'd love to see that! Can I?" Matt asked him.

"You'll have to ask her," her father said nodding towards Lynda.

"Well?" questioned Matt, moving his chair so he was facing Lynda.

Lynda looked at Matt. It was obvious he was aroused by the tent in his pants. She had already been seen nude so what was a few more people. She smiled and walked over to Matt. She turned her back to him and coyly asked, "Would you undo me?"

Matt reached up and unhooked the girl's bra. She held it in place as she slowly turned. Everyone was smiling at her. Slowly she dropped her arms and let the bra slide down. "Beautiful!" Matt mumbled.

"Wow!" George exclaimed softly. Henry's breath sucked in.

"You going to take your panties off too?" her father asked.

Lynda dropped her bra to the floor and looked at the men. Each had a big grin on their faces and was nodding but said nothing. She was amazed at their admiring looks. How could she refuse such a request when they had all been so nice to her?

Lynda hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began to push. Trying her best to look sexy, she went as slowly as she could. The panties eased down her hips and slid over her ass. She felt the waistband tighten just below her ass cheeks as it slid below the roundness. She spread her feet a few inches and let the panties fall. As they crumpled on the floor, she stepped out of them then stood straight allowing the men to see her naked body. She smiled as their jaws dropped. They all had the same look on their faces as the boy at the store had.

"Turn around so they can see all of you," her father instructed. Lynda grinned and slowly turned as the men moaned their approval. As she faced them again, she saw Henry pull his hand from his pants. She was proud that she had made grown men hard with her young body.

For a minute or two, she just stood and let the men admire her. "She sure isn't a little girl anymore," one of the men said. "Guess not," another commented.

"Has there been a lucky boy yet?" George asked. Lynda wasn't sure exactly what he means so she ignored the question.

"I don't think so," her father answered. "Come here, Lynda." Lynda walked over to her father and stood next to him still facing the other three men so she could bask in their admiration. "I'm your father so I have to know these things. I'm not going to hurt you but I have to touch you to be sure, OK?"

Lynda had no idea what her father was talking about but trusted he wouldn't hurt her. She nodded to him. "OK, I want you to spread your feet apart some," her father told her and she did. "A little more," he requested. He then put a finger in his mouth, wetting it. "This will only take a minute."

Lynda watched as her father's hand went to her pussy. She blushed a little. Her father had seen her naked many times but this was the first time he had ever touched her. Still, he was her father so she didn't make any moves to stop him. "I'm going to put my finger in you but just for a second. Just relax. It won't hurt," her father calmly told Lynda.

Lynda felt her pussy lips part as her father gently pushed. Lynda had put her own finger inside her when she masturbated but no one else had ever touched her there. She felt her pussy stretch around her father's finger. His were much bigger than hers. Slowly her father's finger sank into her. It felt strange to Lynda. She had put her finger there too but had always been too afraid to go too deep. She was a little embarrassed to have her father put his finger in her in front of the other men but it did feel nice.

She looked down at her father's hand. She couldn't see much because of where it was but she was grateful it was covering her so the other men couldn't really see the finger buried in her slit. He pushed in deeper. It was strangely exciting to have a finger so deep inside her. Suddenly she felt a little pressure deep inside her. Her father's finger stopped for a moment, then pulled out. As it did, he slid it up a little hitting that little button she had discovered a few weeks ago. The little jolt it produced made her giggle.

"Nope, she's still a virgin," her father announced.

"Come here for a minute," Matt asked.

Lynda nervously walked over to him. She wondered if he was going to put his finger in her too. He didn't wet his finger but he reached out. She looked down as his finger and thumb closed together as the edge of one of her pussy lips. "Look, you're growing hair!" he said as Lynda felt the little tug of a few strands of hair. Lynda looked a the spot and saw a few fine strands of dark hair. A grin came over her face. She was maturing!

"Let me see," Henry blurted. Lynda proudly walked over to him and opened her legs a little. He bent down and looked for the fuzz. "You're right! I can see the dark hair." Lynda smiled. Even she hadn't noticed the slight growth. As George also wanted to see, Lynda went over to him showing off her womanly virtues. She then walked back over to her father again.

He reached out and put his hands on her hips pulling her into him. As she snuggled in, his hands went to her ass. "You know, you're turning in to quite a lady," he smiled. "It's getting late though. Why don't you go to bed now. I'll be right in to say goodnight." Lynda kissed him on the cheek, said good night to the others, then scurried off to her room.

It had been a fun night. The men had made her feel pretty and grown up. She pulled back her covers and crawled into bed waiting for her father. She didn't bother to pull the blankets up. Her little button, woken up by her father's finger was screaming for attention. She waited for her father for a while but thought he must have gotten tied up in the game again.

Her hand went to her crotch and her fingers found that lonely love button. Gently she began to rub it and was rewarded by the pleasant sensations she had begun to know so well. Her eyes closed as her arousal grew. "Lynda..." a voice disturbed her. She opened her eyes and saw her father standing beside the bed. Immediately she pulled her hand away from her pussy. She blushed but the darkness of the room stopped her father from noticing.

"That's OK," her father said knowingly. Lynda knew what he meant. "Don called me today. How would you like to do some more pictures tomorrow?"

"Yeah!" Lynda exclaimed.

"Great. Now go back to your fun and don't stay awake all night," her father grinned as he kissed her cheek. She watched him as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Darkness settled around her. Lynda's hand went to her crotch again. She had some unfinished business that had to be taken care of now.