Lori walked in the house, with Renee right behind her. Two seconds later, Bill came walking out of the kitchen.
"Hi, Daddy!" Lori yelled as she threw her arms around Bill and gave him a big hug. "It's good to see you!"
"Hi, sweetheart. It's good to see you, too."
When he released his hug and Lori moved out of the way, Renee gave Bill a more relaxed hug.
"Hi, Bill. Nice to see you. Thanks for letting me visit."
"Hi, Renee. Nice to see you, too. You know you're always welcome here."
Lori met Renee her junior year at college, and they lived together the last two years. They were both getting ready for their second year of grad school, but the research project they were working on was waiting for the next round of funding to come in, so their professor told them to take a week off. Renee was from Australia, so she certainly wasn't going to fly there for one week. And when Lori invited her to her house, she jumped at the chance.
"Where's Maureen?" Lori asked.
"Her father fell last week and messed up his knee, so she flew home to help her sister take care of him until he's back on his feet. She asked me to apologize and tell you she hopes to get back while you're still here."
"That would be nice," Lori said, without meaning a word of it.
Technically, Maureen was Lori's step mother, but she always referred to her as her father's wife. Bill and Lori's mother, Kim, divorced right after Lori started college. Lori knew her parents kind of led separate lives the last few years, but she was still surprised when they told her they were splitting up. Lori was always closer to her Dad, so Kim and Bill agreed Bill should stay in the house so Lori could come home during college and be with him.
About two years later, Bill met Maureen. Since Lori was at college, she didn't spend a lot of time with Maureen and didn't know her all that well. But there was one thing she did know: she didn't really like her. It's not that Maureen was ever nasty to her, but she just didn't exude warmth and love. And Lori thought sometimes Maureen was a bitch to Bill. She got the feeling she used sex as a tool to get what she wanted and withheld it as punishment if she wasn't happy. And although Lori didn't really know, she had the feeling she withheld it a lot over the last year or so.
So as far as Lori was concerned, she wouldn't be upset if Maureen didn't come back until after she went back to school.
"So, do you girls have any plans for the week?" Bill asked.
"Tonight, we're meeting up with some of my high school girlfriends I haven't seen in a while. I'm gonna' see mom in a couple of days, and I want to see Aunt Karen. Other than that, we're gonna' shop, sunbathe, and party!"
Bill chuckled. "So pretty much the same as every time you come home, huh?"
"Yep, pretty much!"
"Is there time for us to go out for dinner tonight before you meet your girlfriends, or should we just order in?" Bill asked.
"We've got time. We're not meeting until 8:00, although I might need to take a nap. I'm tired from the drive."
"Okay, do what you want for now -- sleep, swim or whatever, and we'll catch an early dinner at Frankie's."
"Thanks, Dad. C'mon, Renee, let's go unpack."
A half hour later, the girls came down in their bikinis. When Lori was growing up, Bill always tried very hard to never, ever look at her girlfriends as "beautiful women", even though some of them definitely were. He obviously knew some of the girls were prettier than others and some of them had very attractive figures, but he basically treated them like his daughters. So even if they were wearing something very flirty or body-hugging, he never stared or thought any inappropriate thoughts.
But now her friends were young women. And Renee definitely fell in the "beautiful woman" category. Her face had perfectly smooth skin with beautiful blue eyes. She was tall, with long legs, and she obviously kept herself in shape. And her breasts were, in Bill's mind, perfect. Perhaps a large B cup, he always found smaller-breasted girls to be more attractive. Seeing her in a bikini caused one or two inappropriate thoughts to flash through his mind. He watched the girls as they walked outside to lie in the sun.
Truth is, Bill hadn't had sex in quite a while. Maureen seemed to have lost interest not long after they got married, so Bill's only excitement came from his right hand. Seeing Renee confirmed everything still worked, as he suddenly realized he was hard. His mind was playing out some very nice scenarios, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.
Later that evening, Bill washed his face and brushed his teeth in preparation for going to dinner.
"We need to leave in 15 minutes," Bill yelled upstairs to the girls. Over the years he learned to give early warnings if he ever expected to get some place on time.
When the girls finally came down the stairs, they were dressed for their night at the bar with Lori's friends. Lori was wearing a little black dress which Bill thought was a little too short. But he wasn't in a position to comment on that anymore. Renee was wearing a simple skirt and a white top that hugged her breasts. It didn't show any cleavage, but it perfectly displayed the size and shape of everything hidden behind her bra. Bill had to force himself not to stare at her.
At the restaurant, they were quickly shown to a semi-circular booth. Lori slipped in on the far side, and Renee slipped in the closer side, with Bill behind her. When she slid over, she saw Bill quickly look down at her thighs. She also quickly looked down and realized when she slid in, her skirt had hiked way up her thigh, exposing it up to bikini panties. She smiled to herself but did nothing to fix it, sliding over so Bill could sit next to her. Bill sat down and had to use every muscle possible to prevent his head from turning to just stare at her bare thigh.
During dinner, Bill ordered a bottle of wine. Renee only had one glass as she was the designated driver for the trip to the bar. But Bill and Lori didn't have any trouble finishing the rest by themselves.
Bill caught up with the girls on school, their research projects, and Renee's plans after she finished her degree. She wasn't sure whether she'd return to Australia or stay in the US. When she first came to school in the US, the plan was always to go home after she got her undergraduate degree. But then she decided to stay for her Masters. And after being here for so long, she just wasn't sure what she'd do. She had made great friends here -- especially Lori -- and was really conflicted.
Bill was having a great time. Of course, he cherished any time he could spend with Lori, knowing that she might not even be in the same state once she finished her degree. And Renee was intelligent, very engaging, and also funny. And everything she said sounded adorable with her Aussie accent.
At one point Renee put her hand on Bill's thigh and said, "Excuse me, Bill, but I've got to go to the restroom." Bill hesitated for half a second, being surprised by her hand, before he moved to let her slide out. And he certainly took advantage of the opportunity to check out her bare thigh again.
When she came back, Renee tried her best to slide in so her skirt would hike up again, but this time it didn't happen. She liked the thought of Bill checking her out.
Renee knew she was attractive, although a lot of guys didn't like her small breasts. But she wasn't wild about all the college guys who just want to get in her pants. She appreciated the way Bill really wanted to know more about her. He obviously loved Lori and was a wonderful father, and she definitely had some kinky thoughts about what she'd like to do with him.
After dinner, the girls only stayed in the house long enough to freshen up. Then they headed out to meet Lori's friends.
"Don't wait up, Dad. We'll probably be late."
"Okay. Just be safe."
"Don't worry, Bill," Renee responded. "I'm done drinking for the night. Besides being the designated driver, I'm happy to play the responsible adult to keep Lori out of trouble. God knows she needs somebody doing that!"
She and Lori both laughed as they walked out the door.
The next morning, Bill was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Renee walked in still wearing her sleeping outfit, consisting of a T-shirt and running shorts. Bill again took note of her long legs and what appeared to be firm, beautiful breasts. Once again, he found himself straining to make sure he didn't stare.
