Me, my daughter and a MILF. Lots of sex and various adventures in this one. Just where my characters wanted to go. There are a few twists and turns along the way though! Dad loves to fuck his college age daughter and discovers way more than he expected!
"Daddy, you need a girlfriend in your bed!" I was home on summer break from college and all he did was hang around the house. He was an architect that worked from home, so even work didn't get him out.
"I beg your pardon!?" He looked up from his laptop, peering over reading glasses.
"Your hair needs cut. You haven't been out of the house in forever. You're looking at those porn sites all day! You need a woman."
"I have let myself go a bit I guess, but I don't see where it has anything to do with it. And those sex sites are for entertainment. Most men like looking at sexy women."
"That's my point! You need one to look at in real life." I was exasperated. "I'm taking you for a haircut tomorrow. Get you cleaned up," I grumbled.
He submitted, and we set a time. While he was at work, I went through his closet and tossed out all the torn, stained, ripped, ugly clothes. We would stop to do some shopping afterwards.
After I'd finished downsizing my Dad's wardrobe, I wanted to go see my old ballet teacher. We became close friends after starting with her as a student.
I stood back in the shadows for a bit to watch her lead the class. She was classic Audrey Hepburn, Long neck, supple body, big doe eyes. She hadn't changed. She had little cupcake breasts that appeared bigger on her small frame. But she was tall and exquisite, and about the age my mom would have been.
She dismissed the class and turned to see me. She yelped, ran over and nearly knocked me down.
"Patsyyyyyyyy! Oh god I've missed you," she said hugging me tightly.
"And I you, Claire! You look ravishing as always."
"Can you have lunch with me now?" We agreed to meet at a small cafe downtown.
"How's Millie?"
"Millie is Millie. My daughter and I still don't have the best relationship." I nodded, understanding. She often told me she would love me as her daughter. "How is your Dad?"
"He has let himself go. Doesn't go out much. Doesn't socialize. It has been a long time since Mom died and it's time he moved on. In fact I'm taking him for a much needed haircut and clothes shopping. I told him he needs a woman!" We laughed.
"I remember your Dad well. He was quite handsome and charming. I always wondered how your mom kept him from straying. But today in his situation... Maybe he doesn't know what to do. When we are married for so long, we forget how to meet others, what to say, what to do. I'm still unsure and my husband divorced me five years ago."
"I suppose you could be right." I noticed men stealing glances at Claire. She always got a lot of attention because of her natural classic beauty. "So do you have a man?"
"No, nobody to even talk about. Men my age are just so old. They seem like my grandpa." We both laughed. "But hey, will you have time to dance this summer?"
"I'm planning on it! I can't wait to get back to the barre. I'd hoped to fit dance in between college classes, but this semester was just crazy."
"Sometimes we have to prioritize in life and it's not always the way we like. After the divorce, I lost my way for a while. I realized I'd lost dancing. Somehow, at that time, it'd become unimportant to me. Once I realized that, my life changed."
A good looking man approached the table. "Excuse me, but aren't you Miss Claire, my daughter's ballet teacher?" She nodded, stood up and hugged him and they went on to discuss all the accomplishments of his little ballerina.
I smiled to myself remembering how Claire was a hugger, a toucher. Some people don't like to be touched by others. I always felt sorry for them. It's just another important part of human communication, and they were missing so much of the warmth that was exchanged, just by a touch.
My dad took me to classes. My mom was often too sick to do it. Although I'm sure he was bored, he stayed to watch and encourage me. I took ballet until I left for college, but began driving myself when I got my license.
"Dad it's a unisex hair salon in the mall, not a barbershop. We're going to the mall. Besides, we need to do some clothes shopping for you."
I hoped that his style sense would kick back in. He used to be a sharp dresser and always well groomed. Some of my girlfriends crushed on him. One of them often stopped by the house to have him help her with college classes for architecture.
He was still grumbling about the salon in the mall when we walked out the door.
"Dad, did you... You know... Mess around with Brianna?" His grip on the steering wheel tightened and I saw the muscle in his jaw tense.
"Ummm, why would you ask that? Would it bother you if we had messed around, as you call it?"
I took a moment to think about it. "No, not really bothered. I actually think it would be sorta cool. And lots of girls like older men. I have an older professor that's pretty hot."
"Okay, TMI," he said laughing. "Just don't lose focus on your studies."
"Oh I won't, I want to keep up my scholarship!"
"Patsy, I know you're in college and going to date. I don't even have reservations about you seeing an older man, as long as you face the reality of the future with someone older."
I put him in the capable hands of a stylist and waited out front in the mall. I loved people watching and malls were the best places for that.
"My dad says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," I said to a stunningly handsome man that just walked up.
"Very funny very funny."
"Holy crap dad you are drop dead gorgeous."
"Yeah yeah yeah, let's go shop for those clothes you think I so desperately need."
I couldn't quit staring at him. Because he'd let his hair get so overgrown, she had a lot to work with and gave him a totally different style than he'd always worn. It made an amazing difference.
He did seem to have a different energy and began choosing shirts probably better than I'd have chosen. I just followed along and only interjected when he asked.
We stopped for a mall lunch.
