What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas...or does it? Two girlfriends plan to find out during a birthday celebration with their fathers. The trick will be how to get each man into bed with his own daughter. In Part 1 the plan is hatched.
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Jessica Clark sighed in contentment as the backs of Vanessa Hunter's fingers brushed over her nipples.
"Mmm, I like that. Especially after one of our 'sessions'." Jessica combed her fingers through Vanessa's long blond hair.
Vanessa flopped back on the bed, Jessica snuggled up to her and the two girls silently rested. Jessica, the taller of the two, with dark brown hair and brown eyes, laid her head on Vanessa's shoulder and studied Vanessa's breasts. For some reason she always liked Vanessa's breasts, smaller than her own full round ones, with large puffy nipples Jessica enjoyed playing with.
They were next door neighbors, college roommates and had been best friends since - forever.
After a few minutes Jessica propped on an elbow. "I've been thinking about something. We have birthdays coming up."
"Yeah, the big TWO ONE! It's nice that our birthdays are so close together, too."
"It seems we need a bigger celebration for this one. You know Spring Break is the week of our birthdays this year, right?"
"And?"
"I'm thinking really big. Like a week in Vegas."
Vanessa sat up. "How do you plan to swing that? We're college seniors and aren't exactly rolling in money."
"I think our dads need a break, too. We could call it an early birthday celebration for them, your dad's is next month and mine is the month after."
"There's some other anniversary that is right after our birthdays, too. Not exactly something to celebrate."
"I know. I never thought I'd miss my mother as much as I do. Dad gets real melancholy around this time of year. I know he misses her."
Vanessa nodded somberly. "Mine, too. I wish there was something we could do to cheer them up."
"That's something I hope a vacation to Vegas could help with. It seems that every year we all relive that night. I'll never forget the sight of the crumpled car our mothers were in after that semi crossed the center line and hit them head on. They probably died instantly. At least I hope they did."
"You know, I had just had an argument with my mom that morning, an argument over some stupid thing like what I was going to wear to school. Something a fourteen year old does. I never even told her goodbye, I just stormed out."
"Our dads have really done as best they could to raise us without a woman in the house. I feel closer to my dad since then. I think I barely acknowledged him up until that day. It was always mom who dried my tears from all the teenage heartaches. She knew what I was going through."
"But we each feel so much closer to our dad's now. After graduation wouldn't it be nice to sort of stay home?"
"But that would mean...oh, I get it. She laughed. "Maybe we could have a little 'what happens in Vegas' experience, huh?"
"Wouldn't that be wild?"
"Especially since the self-centered creeps we've gone out with only think of us as pussies and tits and getting themselves off. I'll bet our dad's aren't like that. I'll bet they would know what to do. It would be nice to have one experience with a real man like that before we head out into the world."
Vanessa stared somberly off into the distance. "I've had dreams of being in bed with him."
Jessica laid a hand on her friend's arm. "And I've fantasized about being with my dad, what I think we would do together. When I'm in full fantasy mode I get so wet."
Vanessa laughed, "And then you come to me."
"I'd rather have your fingers in me than my own."
"And, as you know, I sometimes imagine your tongue is his. Wouldn't it be heavenly to have the real thing?"
The girls got dressed and hugged before opening the dorm room door. They thought it would be best to broach the subject of the trip the following weekend during the girls' next trip home.
The Clarks and Hunters had lived next door to each other for nearly twenty-five years. Bruce Clark and Michael Hunter worked for the same insurance company and bought houses next to each other. The families became good friends socially, and their two daughters grew up together. In fact, the two families almost seemed like one. The girls often thought of themselves as sisters and the men were as close as brothers.
The dinner discussion, as it often did, centered on the girl's future. Bruce asked Jessica "Had any job offers yet?"
Jessica shook her head. "I've talked to several companies, but nobody seems to be hiring right now. I'd really like to stay in this area, but may have to look elsewhere."
Bruce nodded. "The job market is tight. I've been thinking about something, though. If you don't find something else you like better, I'm going to need an office receptionist in a couple of months. You are a bright girl and will have a business degree, and I know you have excellent people skills. The position will mean some on the job training but the receptionist position is really designed to be more like an assistant. You would handle calls and help clients with claims and such. You would handle some of the tasks I have to do now because the girl currently in the position can't explain the difference between whole life and universal life insurance. She gets confused about how to file a homeowner's claim. She has trouble remembering what to tell people about the status of their auto claim, and sends a lot of calls to me that she should be able to handle herself. Think about if you'd be interested."
"I might be. It would mean I could stay close to home," adding in her own mind 'and you.'
"I know the starting salary isn't much, but as you gain experience the money goes up as well. You could stay here at home if you need to until you get settled."
The wheels turned in her head. 'And that would be just what I want. I wonder if you want it the way I want it.'
Michael Hunter raised his eyebrows at his daughter. She sighed "I'm afraid my heart isn't in looking for a business job. I worked hard for my degree, don't get me wrong, but the closer I get to graduation the more I'm convinced I want to do something else."
Michael rubbed a hand over his face. "It's the art, isn't it?"
"Yes. It's what I'm really excited about. I took a couple of art classes and the profs really liked my work. One even suggested I go for an MFA, but I don't know that I want more school. I want to paint."
"I have to admit I like your work. But me liking it doesn't mean you can make a living at it. I am rather biased after all."
