A formula for fiery sex. Dad, his busty young girlfriend, his coming-of-age daughter, and then toss his sexy bisexual ex-wife into the bed just for good measure.
A Father's Affection : Three's A Charm
The gorgeous young redhead behind the perfume counter said earnestly, "Maybe you can tell me a little bit about your daughter?"
I had gone to the mall to choose the perfect birthday present for my eighteen-year-old daughter. The clerk behind the counter caught my eye and I waited until she was finished with a customer.
"She, uhm, is lacking in self-esteem and I'm worried about her."
I knew that wasn't much to tell her. But I lacked the words to say that my daughter was overweight. Not by a lot, probably a size larger than she could be, but it was a lot to her. It kept her from fully engaging in life.
The young lady behind the counter had a similar body but seemed comfortable in her skin. Neither would be considered BBW. More curvaceous. I happen to prefer that over flat chested skinny women and I know most of my friends do as well. She had creamy white skin as true redheads often had, but hers wasn't marred by freckles.
"You're a good dad to be concerned. Do you think she'd like a makeover? I mean we do makeup here. I can advise her on skin care as well."
She placed her forearms on the counter and leaned closer. I glanced at her nametag,
Micaela
, only because I needed the distraction from the fantastical cleavage she was presenting. She wasn't much older than my daughter, so any thoughts of hitting on her were just unacceptable.
"Maybe," I said, considering that. "She a bit, curvaceous. I think she's embarrassed about her weight."
Micaela nodded knowingly. "I get that. I grew up like this," she said, waving a hand over her cleavage. She was also round in all the right places and would be a major turn-on for many men. Including me.
"She needs to have your confidence," I said. "I'm a single dad and I'm afraid I don't know where to start."
"It didn't come overnight. When I was her age, I thought I had to be in the norm," she air quoted, "to be loved. I had this flaming hair, was overweight compared to my friends, had these," she pointed her thumbs at her breasts. "I was a hot mess."
"So how did you turn into the butterfly that you are now?" I asked.
She smiled and blushed. "Thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me." I shrugged, indicating it was just the truth. "After I graduated high school, I went to work in a big department store for the summer. They stuck me in the shoe department where I'd have a lower profile. An older woman that worked there took me under her wing. She guided me through a transformation, as it were."
"You were quite lucky. I'm sure a female in your life like that made all the difference."
The only issue for me was that I was the only influence in my daughter's life currently. I dated but haven't had an ongoing relationship for a long time.
"Hey," she said in a lower voice, leaning even further forward and exposing more of those fantastical breasts. "Maybe I could be an influencer with her. If I showed up as a date, your girlfriend, it would be easy for me to befriend her."
I got stuck on
girlfriend
and the visions that conjured up in my male brain. My dick decided to join in and rose to attention. I moved closer to the counter, which brought me closer to her. Close enough to see the dark blue streaks in her light icy blue eyes.
"I uhm... You're so young. I'm not sure how convincing it'd be that you'd be interested in me," I admitted.
She smiled, flicked her tongue over her red-painted lips, and said, "Oh, I'd be interested. Definitely. Age means nothing." She waved her hand dismissively.
My cock throbbed.
I hesitated. "Well okay then. It's a date?"
We exchanged numbers and planned our first date. I bought the perfume she suggested for Larissa's birthday, hoping this was just the beginning of my daughter's metamorphosis.
Three days later I was showering after work and getting ready to see Micaela. I knew I would have to concentrate on why she was going to spend time with me. For Larissa. Not for any relationship we may or may not have.
"I have a date tonight, hon."
Larissa was sprawled on the living room sofa reading a book. She was a voracious reader and always had a book in her hand.
I took a moment to really look at her. As Micaela would when she came by. Larissa hadn't had a haircut for as long as I can remember. Her pretty chestnut hair was to her lower back. She wore oversized sweats. She had large breasts as well and I knew she often tried to hide them.
I only hoped Micaela could get through to her.
"Okay good, Dad." She barely glanced up from her book.
"She's coming here before we go out to dinner."
"Okay."
She was immersed in her book again.
The doorbell rang and I nervously went to open it. Partly because I felt we were doing something underhanded, and partly because I was actually excited to be spending time with Micaela.
"Danny," she said, smiling as soon as I opened the door. She seemed genuinely happy to see me. Almost as happy as I was to see her.
"Hi, c'mon in," I said, stepping back.
Her red hair was piled on her head with tendrils dripping down. She was dressed simply in a navy tank and white capris. The color was red sandals with red painted toes peeping out.
We exchanged a few words, and I realized Larissa was still on the sofa, reading.
"Larissa, come here and meet Micaela."
She popped up and looked over the back of the sofa. I saw her eyes widen slightly when she saw her.
"Hi, nice to meet you," Larissa said, coming over.
I watched Larissa carefully and noted she took in every detail. Micaela wore a lighter amount of makeup than she had on in the store, understandably. She wore the signature red lipstick she'd had on the other day.
I wanted to kiss that off her lips. A vision of those lips wrapped around my dick flashed in my mind and I was mortified.
"Ready to go?" I said abruptly.
"Sure! Nice to meet you, Larissa. Hope to see you again."
I had to tamp down my libido all through dinner because she had pulled out all the stops. It was as though we'd known each other for a long time, and the familiarity added a certain intimacy.
We stopped for a drink after dinner. We stopped back at the house to pick up her car and I followed her home.
"I had a really great time, Danny," she said, placing her hands on my chest.
Me too. In fact, I couldn't think of the last time I laughed so much. She was funny and sincere and someone you want to spend time with.
She went up on tiptoes and brushed her lips on mine. I held her waist and took the kiss deeper. She wrapped her arms around my neck and the passion flared. The only thing that kept me from taking her right there was that we were outside her front door.
After some time, I pulled back and looked at her.
"I really should go. I don't want to. I want to stay and love you all night."
She smiled and said, "I want you to stay too, but this time you should go."
I gave her another light kiss and nearly skipped down the sidewalk.
The next morning at breakfast Larissa said, "How did your date go?"
