This is one of my entries into the
Winter Holidays Story Contest 2022
. I hope you enjoy it and please vote!!!
All characters in this story depicted in any sexual situation are 18 years of age or older.
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It had been a long semester. When my daughter, Kat went off to college, it broke up our "Dynamic Duo", as she called us. The two of us had spent so many hours together in the three years since the divorce that at times we were almost inseparable. Besides work and school, I made sure I was available to do all the things that were important to her. We hunted and fished together, I learned how to go dress shopping, how NOT to be overbearing with a new boyfriend and how to put up with the myriad of female friends that were always over at our house. Before she got her driver's license, I was chauffeur for so many events, dances, concerts and sports competitions. How did this all happen?
When my daughter turned fourteen, my wife decided that she had put her career on hold long enough and jumped back into the corporate world. Unfortunately, that included many late-night meetings and business trips, some of which apparently had nothing to do with business. I learned that the hard way when I was called by a woman somewhat younger than I was, accusing my wife of fucking her husband on a business trip. To my dismay, she readily admitted she was, and in addition, she'd been fucking guys on business trips and in her office for almost two years. Clearly, she wasn't interested in changing that behavior, so divorce was the only solution.
When the judge asked our, then, sixteen-year-old daughter, which parent she wanted to live with, she royally pissed her mother off by declaring that she wanted to spend the majority of her time with me. Oh, she still had to go stay with her mother on some holidays, but she didn't enjoy being with her and whoever her current boy toy was. Instead, she chose to live with me, and I became mister mom. We had adventure after adventure together, including the adventure of life. When college time came, she left, both of us expecting her to come home and visit frequently. Then came Covid. Almost all our visits were now virtual. We spent at least an hour each week on Skype catching up with each other, usually most of it spent with her telling me all the new things in her life and her trying to pry from me who, if anyone I was dating, usually followed by an admonishment that it was time.
She was enjoying college, both the challenge of the academics, and meeting new people, like her new best friend and dorm roommate, Trish. Trish was a very nice, pretty, young lady, not all that dissimilar to Kat. Tall, slender, long brown hair, green eyes and even though I shouldn't say it, curvy in all the right places. She frequently participated in our chat sessions since her parents didn't connect nearly as frequently as I did with Kat. If she had one flaw, I would say she's something of a tease.
It was almost a month into the semester when she accidently walked into view of the laptop camera while Kat and I were visiting. She had apparently just come in from the bathroom, and without realizing what she was exposing, or to whom, took her robe off as she stepped into the laptop's camera's view. She was left in the background wearing nothing but a bra and panties. When Kat told her she was exposing herself to me, she squealed and jumped into her bunk and covered herself with her blanket in embarrassment. Both Kat and I had a good laugh and then we signed off so that Trish could finish dressing in private. While I would never tell her so, I couldn't help but notice how hard the short incident had made me.
A couple weeks later, she walked in again, this time shrugging when Kat told her I was online. She made no effort to hide herself this time, standing in full view of me, in just panties and bra before she pulled on a pair of spandex pants and a shirt, seeming to almost intentionally push her ass out at me as she dressed.
Kat laughed at my discomfort, simply saying that if she wanted to flash it at me, I should just enjoy the show. It seemed that these little teasing flashes began to happen almost every time Kat and I were online with each other, sometimes two or three times a week. Trish also seemed very eager to share in our chat sessions more times than not. It was getting close to the end of their first semester when Trish walked in from the bathroom, dropped her robe and sat down right next to Kat to chat with me, her maybe C cup boobs barely hidden in the lacy little bra she had on, her nipples obvious through the thin lace. I wasn't sure if it was that she was getting more comfortable with me or if she was intentionally teasing me. A week later, less than two weeks before Kat was planning on heading home for Christmas, Trish walked into view with a towel wrapped around herself, which just happened to slip and fall to the floor, leaving her momentarily naked while she bent to pick it up and wrap it around herself again. She sat down next to Kat to chat, frequently having to pull the top of the towel back up over her tits as it drooped and slid down her breasts, twice completely exposing one of them. I think I was more embarrassed than she was, if she was embarrassed at all.
Anyway, it was time for Kat to be home, but this was my ex's year for Christmas, so Kat had to go there first, not coming to my house until the day after. Since Covid had become a larger issue for the university, Kat and Trish planned on staying together through the holidays, Trish not going home because her sister had been exposed. I felt bad that Kat and I would be having Christmas with nothing for Trish to open, so I had Kat order something online, which she had sent to my house, along with the rest of her presents for me, planning on wrapping them all when she got home.
I waited anxiously for Kat to get home, which she finally did a little after noon the day after Christmas. It felt good to see her and get a huge hug from her, something I'd missed since she went off to school. "Damn Dad! It feels good to be home!" Kat said as she squeezed herself against me, her arms around my neck, our heights matching in her almost six-inch-high heels. She pressed her cheek to mine for long seconds before giving me a quick kiss on the same cheek. "Love you Dad," she whispered before pulling back from me.
"Me too sweetie!" I answered back, my arms reluctantly releasing her as she stepped back. I couldn't help but notice that her dress length had grown considerably shorter since she went away, apparently using some of the money I sent each month to add to her wardrobe.
"And this is Trish!" she said, motioning to her roommate, standing behind her.
"So glad to finally meet you in person Mister C!" Trish said brightly, ignoring my outstretched hand and moving in for a hug not dissimilar to what my daughter had just given me.
"Good to meet you too Trish," I said, awkwardly hugging her back, my hands sliding up her sides under her coat, feeling obligated to hug her back. She was slightly taller than Kat, but only by an inch or so, but the six inch heels she had on brought her height even with mine. I felt her press her body tightly to me, her hug lingered long seconds. My body suddenly realizing that it was being pressed against a soft feminine body in all the right places, most particularly a pair of soft breasts and definitely hard nipples. I felt like she was pressing her pelvis against me as well, and my body was starting to respond to it in totally inappropriate ways.
"Thanks for letting me stay with you guys," she said quietly, prolonging the hug for a few more seconds, before starting to step back, her face looking like she was trying to suppress a smile as my hands slid back down her sides, my fingertips brushing her firm butt cheeks through the material of her incredibly short skirt.
"Well. Any friend of Kat's," I answered back, feeling a bit embarrassed at the sensations down below my belt line. "Let me help you with your bags!" I said awkwardly as I moved towards the front door.
"Oh, we just have these two," she answered, motioning to the two rolling suitcases that they had apparently pulled in from the drive when they came in.
"Oh. Sure. Well, the guest room is down the hall just past Kat's room. Kat can show you," I said, having a hard time not looking at the two significant bumps poking out the front of her dress top where it showed from her gaping coat, suddenly not sure I should be left alone with her.
"Come on Trish. I'll show you around while my dad gets it back together. He's just not used to being hugged by women."
Trish giggled slightly as she stepped to collect her suitcase. "I could tell."
