This story is written based upon the Harper Valley series of stories, posted on another web site. I enjoyed them very much so I decided to try my hand at a similar story. It really is based upon those other stories, but believe it can stand alone. Though I am female, I wrote this from the point of view of a father. While the Harper Valley series is, according to the author, a true story – this is pure fantasy. None of it happened and probably never would around these parts. But then that's what fantasy is all about, isn't it? I hope some find it entertaining. Now – the story:
I am a forty year old father who has raised a lovely, mature beyond her years, eighteen year old daughter. Her name is Ashton and her mother died in a car accident when Ashton was only four. I have cared for her ever since. We recently moved into a well to do neighborhood where most residents are upper middle class to just plain upper class, if the USA would admit to such a class distinction. We live on a five acre tract with lots of privacy, but with neighbors close enough to be friends if you want, far enough apart if you don't. I am a retired financial analyst who managed to get out of the market at its peak and as a result have quite a nice nest egg. I am in good physical shape, with more money and time on my hands than is probably good for me.
Ashton was just beginning her first year at the local university not far from our home. Did I mention that she is lovely? Such an understatement, but then I am probably a bit prejudiced in that regard. She has beautiful shoulder length, dark hair with a hint of red in it when the sun shines just right. Her hair is parted on the right in such a manner that when she leans forward, it falls over her left eye in a most attractive, and yes, sexy manner. She has the most beautiful big brown eyes set above high cheek bones which frame a youthful mouth with full, sensuous lips. She is 5' 6" with a body that has matured beautifully, long slender legs above a pert round little ass which tapers to her small waist. Her breasts are in perfect proportion to her body, not huge but large enough? What's the saying - anything larger than a mouthful ------?? I have raised her to be proud of her body and neither of us are very inhibited regarding nudity around each other. The lack of inhibition around each other may have a lot to do with what has happened since I attended a meeting of the sorority she would like to join. Somewhat unusual I thought, to invite parents to such a meeting but if that's what Ashton wanted, the so be it.
I certainly considered Ashton sexy and figured she would probably break a few hearts along the way, but had never harbored thoughts of having sex with her in any shape or form. Well, perhaps I had fantasized about sex with her – but actually doing it – No Way. Things do have a way of changing. Enough background. Now let me relate what has happened.
The meeting was held at the school about a month after classes started that year. Most of the students at this university were day students so very few lived on campus. Ashton and most of her friends lived at home with their parents while attending school. The program at the meeting included meeting the other students and their families as well as the faculty advisor, a very well preserved older psychology professor.
Ashton was having fun chatting with her friends and I was enjoying meeting some of the other parents. I noticed one man in particular watching the young girls as they talked and cut up as girls in their teens or early twenties will do. It was late summer and most, like Ashton, were dressed in shorts and tops that left the midriff bare, or short skirts and t-shirts displaying their bodies to best advantage. I wasn't a certified dirty old man, yet, but these girls were so cute and, dare I say it, yes, sexy, that it was hard not to let your imagination run free for a bit. Ashton ran up to tell me she and two of her friends were going in search of another girl. I knew the two girls she was with. They were new friends from school that were about the same age or a bit older than she, but Ashton had visited them at their house and they had come to ours and I felt they were good kids. Also didn't hurt that they were almost as cute as Ashton, especially in their little bikinis when they went for a dip in our pool. I had met their father, Noel, and thought he was a nice guy who loved his daughters. I smiled and told Ashton I'd wait for her there and off she went with the two other girls. The man I had noticed earlier had observed our brief exchange, then eyed Ashton with a funny look on his face as she ran off. Then he looked back at me and walked over to where I was standing.
"Hi, I'm Jerry Clarke," he said. "That is a lovely daughter you have there."
"Thanks," I said, eyeing him a little cautiously. "I'm Parker Bryant. Nice to meet you," I said, not knowing if it was going to be nice or not.
"Nice to meet you as well, Parker," he said as we shook hands. "Are you folks new to the area?" he asked.
"Well, we've been here for a few months but are just beginning to meet the neighbors and get acclimated," I replied.
"Really!" he said, somewhat absently. "That's good. "
Then he abruptly changing the subject, saying, "Your daughter seems like a very mature young lady?" And, looking at the young girls walking by, said, "what do you think of all these young things running around here? I tell you, it really gets the old juices flowing watching these girls running around these days in such sexy outfits, doesn't it?"
A little taken aback at his remark, I replied, a little hesitantly, "Yes, guess it does. Styles have certainly changed since I was that young."
"Yeah, know what you mean. You know, it's all father can do to make sure they don't get themselves in trouble, if you know what I mean?" he winked at me.
"Yeah, guess I do." I replied a bit uncertainly. Where was he going with THIS?
"Ever thought of "doing it" with one of these girls?" he whispered, pointing to a very cute blonde in a tight tan mini skirt with a blouse covering very nice breasts, with cleavage, and a figure to die for.
"I guess I have, like most men, fantasized about it, but consequences always seem to get in the way," I laughed nervously.
