THE DAIGNAULT FAMILY EXPERIENCE
1. Volleyball Team Party
[This is a work of fiction where all participants are at least 18 years of age. If referring to a "teen" it means an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old.]
Carol, my wife of sixteen years, is probably the most organized and effective manager I have ever met. Not only does she have an active practice as a Registered Clinical Counsellor, but she also trains for Ironman competitions and keeps our family organized.
As for me, I work from home as a communications consultant and while I am certainly busy, I feel great that I stay on top of the home and family chores forever arising. We're very happy together and I consider myself to be absolutely fortunate that we have a "slightly" open relationship. That means we are both able to occasionally stray with another partner, as long as we share everything with each other afterwards. In other words, if either of us finds the need to hook up with someone else, that is okay if we discuss the hookup in detail. So, yes, if she has an affair, I get to hear the details.
That arrangement has been in place since our days in college where we met. I have been the recipient of numerous tales about other men, their 'equipment' and how they performed in bed. For that matter, I also got to hear about her occasional girl on girl affair.
Carol, in turn, has heard about my own conquests. I've described the women I slept with right down to whether the drapes match the curtains, as we might say. I especially enjoy Carol's reaction to the play-by-play of the bedroom action.
As the parents of an active eighteen-year-old girl, Alix, we do have to play it close to the vest to avoid her finding out about our extracurricular activities. I often wonder if she's ever figured it out, mind you.
I think both Carol and Alix would agree that we have a great family life. That said, Carol can be over-committed to her work and hobbies sometimes and that's when she most expects me to step up. A few weeks ago that became more clear. Alix was planning a back yard party for her volleyball team and Carol had been called away for a week at a conference across the country; I was now the designated parent organizer for the event. Fortunately, Carol left me a detailed plan and Alix got right into organizing the weekend. I helped where I could with food preparation and the often-requested Amex card.
The reason for the party was to celebrate the end of the volleyball season for the Senior Girls' team. They had finished off a season that, to be polite, was not very good. Put accurately, it was dismal with the team going 2 for 14 this year -- an improvement on the previous season's record of only one win.
It was Alix's idea do hold a year-end celebration just after finals for the team. As she and the other players felt that they should make the party all about them, and no one else. They decided early on that there were to be no dates or 'plus ones' attending. It would be just the nine players left on the squad at year's end. Alix described it to her mom as, "fun with my girls and a big 'fuck you' to the losing season.
As almost all of the players were graduating -- there were only two returning for their final year -- it seemed like the perfect way to say goodbye to each other before they scattered to new locations, colleges or jobs. That meant the girls were excited to get together one final time.
My wife had flown out on Thursday morning and the party was scheduled to start on Saturday afternoon so Alix and I had one full day to finish the preparations. Friday was for prepping the food which included my custom-made burgers, and of course we also had veggie burgers as an option. We made three batches of lemonade: lemon, watermelon and mixed fruit. We were not going to supply alcohol but were prepared for the girls to bring their own -- we laid in a ton of ice and lots of soft drinks and mixers. We spared no effort to make the event stand out as 'the' party of the summer.
Saturday morning gave us time to decorate the back yard. We have a fully fenced-in yard, lots of greenery, a nice lawn for croquet (apparently a couple of the girls were big fans), but the piece de résistance was our large above-ground pool. It's about six meters in diameter and almost two metres deep. I had built a deck around three sides so there was space for sun tanning and a great place to jump or dive into the pool.
The weather that morning was already warm and was going to get up to almost 30 Celsius by the time guests started arriving. I recall thinking this was perfect weather to encourage these young women to dress appropriately.
By 1 pm Alix and I had finished the preparations and we retreated to the air-conditioning of the house to cool off. I showered and changed into a pair of comfortable shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and my trusty straw hat to keep the sun off. Alix, for her part, was dressed rather conservatively I thought. She wore shorts and a bikini top that was mom-approved so not too revealing, and she covered that with a lightweight linen blouse tied beneath her breasts. Sure, she was my daughter and all, but she certainly was a beautiful young woman.
The first to arrive were the Michaelson twins, Sophia and Tanner, two of Alix's best friends at school. Within an hour, the whole team had arrived and the girls were starting to get into the party mood; it was only about 5 pm but some of them were already asking about getting something to eat. We had laid out finger sandwiches, veggie trays and gallons of chilled lemonade and there was a regular procession through the covered patio where the food stations were set up.
By this time I had pretty much done my job. I told Alix to call me if anything came up or she needed any help or refills, and I headed inside to watch a Blue Jays game. Alix assured me she was on top of it and would make sure everyone had a good time.
I zoned out early during the ballgame and before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep in the cool room. It was about 7 pm when Alix came into the room to tell me they were all starving and I needed to fire up the grill to feed her team.
When I got outside I saw how well the party was going. Everyone was either in the pool, on the deck or laying back on the chaises lounges with a drink at her fingertips. I could not help but notice how absolutely fine these young athletes looked. One or two wore one-piece bathing suits and the others all had bikinis on, none of which was hiding much. Janine for one barely fit into her bathing suit. Her breasts pushed against the limited fabric, creating a masterful cleavage. Her bikini bottom was not much larger, fitting as snug as could be across her amazing buttocks.
I tried to pay attention only to the task at hand, but that was challenging as many of the girls crowded around me, begging me to feed them soon and asking to be the first ones to get their burger. Somehow I was able to cook the burgers without scorching my fingers, or worse. But the mass of teen flesh made me rather nervous as I didn't think my shorts could hide the effect they were having on me.
Yes, I did sprout an erection and nothing I did or thought of would reverse the pulsing of my member. Fortunately, I was wearing an apron (yes, 'Kiss the Cook' of course) that seemed to provide necessary cover.
Once all the girls had been fed, I gathered up the remainders of the food and stored them in the refrigerator in the kitchen. Then I came out for a well-deserved break, taking over one of the lounge chairs off to one side. Though I thought I was being clever about the placement, more than one of the girls seemed to notice that I could watch the goings-on behind my sunglasses. In fact, Alix came over to me and plopped down at the foot of my chair and told me how pleased the girls were with the party, and with my cooking and preparation. That only got my penis to swell a bit more; I had to adjust it when she looked away.
By now everyone was starting to get pretty loose. Some of the girls had brought vodka and one had a big bottle of Don Julio tequila which she was passing around to those closest to her. Casually watching the girls enjoying the liquor, when the bottle got to Tania, she turned to me and told me that I should join them in a shot. Playing it demurely, I tried to resist but soon Ashley had joined in and they both demanded I do a shot with them.
I decided I didn't need to fight them -- I was home, everything was under control and I wasn't about to drive anywhere. I took the shot glass and pounded the smooth liquor down my throat. That was when Tania piped up and said, "that's not how you do a tequila shot."
I replied quickly: "what did I do wrong?"
