A DOUBLE CO-ED SUPRISE
I would like to give a special note of thanks to Alix F for the editing work done on this story. I have never had something I've written edited before. It was an enjoyable experience and I'm certain the story reads better because of Alix's work. Thank you for your time!
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"Yay, dad! I am so glad you're coming!" my daughter yelled into the phone. She was graduating from college in two weeks and her sorority was throwing a party. The twenty-four senior girls in her sorority had rented an entire bar for the evening and each could invite ten guests. My daughter invited me.
She attended school out of state and made some fantastic friends over the course of four years. Some had even visited us during summer breaks. I knew several of the girls pretty well, so I was excited to help them celebrate. They were a great group; pretty, nice, polite, and knew how to have fun.
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Just before my daughter left for school, cancer took my wife. She will always be the love of my life. We had known each other since high school. We were more than husband and wife. We were best friends. I was devastated and have been alone ever since. The effort of trying to meet another woman did not appeal to me so I had not started dating.
My daughter urged me to dip my toes back in the water, but I just didn't have the heart. I didn't want to waste any woman's time who might be looking for something I didn't think I could give. That didn't mean I didn't have urges. I did and they were strong. I worked hard to keep them suppressed.
At fifty-five, I was proud of who I was. My friends told me I was nice on the inside and sometimes people told me I was nice on the outside. I am 6'1" and weigh 190 pounds. I have always lifted weights because my wife told me she loved my muscles. I continued to lift after she passed just to keep my sanity. I didn't have a six-pack, but I didn't have a dad bod either. I would not be afraid to take my shirt off in public.
I have blonde hair with some gray. I wear glasses, but only to read and I like to dress nicely. I figure you can't overdress for something, but you can surely underdress.
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I packed my bag the night before my flight. I took off my clothes and stood naked in my room getting ready for bed. I slept that way. It was something I liked to do. I took a moment to stand in front of my full-length bedroom mirror. My body looked good. I had good muscle tone and my abs made just the slightest 'V' shape that pointed to my crotch.
My eyes followed that 'V' to my cock. My hand instinctively took hold of it, giving it a few pumps. The blood started flowing and it came to life. I let go and took a good look at my body. My penis was average length, but it was thick. My wife could barely get her fingers around it. I smiled, liking what I saw.
I packed clothes to show off a little bit but not enough to embarrass my daughter. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time to get back in the game. While I wasn't interested in dating, I craved the intimacy of a woman. I needed to get laid. I crawled into bed and turned off the light, quickly falling asleep. Tomorrow would be a leisurely day with a short mid-day flight and an hour drive to campus. The party didn't start until 6 PM.
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I was checked into my hotel near campus ninety minutes before the party was to begin. It was a nice spring day. I was wearing shorts and a fitted shirt. I was anxious to see my daughter.
I left my car at the hotel and walked to her apartment to do some 'pre-gaming'. I wasn't sure how the night would go, but I didn't want to have any thoughts of drinking and driving. My plan was to stay in control since this was a party for twenty-two- and twenty-three-year-old women. I was more than thirty years older than them. The last thing I needed to do was drink too much.
The campus was crowded with kids hanging out, drinking, and burning off some steam before finals. As I walked to my daughter's, I got a few stares from some of the coeds sitting outside. It made me feel good.
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"Dad!" my daughter screamed, opening her apartment door. She leaped into my arms and gave me a big hug. I squeezed back. She was my pride and joy, a spitting image of my wife when she was that age. My heart swelled with pride. We let go of each other and she stepped back, giving me an appraising once over.
"Looking good, dad!" she said, winking at me. I blushed.
"Come in! You're the last one here. Hayden's, Ellie's, and Megan's parents are here."
I stepped through the door and all eyes turned to see the latest arrival. I smiled and waved at the familiar faces. I walked around shaking hands with the parents. It was probably just my imagination, but Hayden's mom held onto my hand just a little longer that she should have. I smiled at her. She blushed.
When I turned from the parents, my daughter's roommates were lined up to say hi. I gave them each a hug.
Hayden was willowy and cute. Tall and thin, with straight brown hair, she was a runner. Her legs were fit and muscular. Her hips were narrow and her breasts were small. She had a bubbly personality and was the serious one of the group. She had her life all planned out and was executing her plan perfectly.