Women, you can't live with them... and you can't live with them.
Tom chuckled at his own goofy wit. He couldn't remember a time when he hadn't had been with Jenny. They'd been high school sweethearts, what was it, two decades ago? He married Jenny right after they'd both graduated, and he'd been with her ever since. He couldn't believe how long she'd stuck with his sorry ass, even through his four years in the army.
Of course, it hadn't all been roses and champagne. (Actually, there had never been much of that stuff at all. They'd just never had that kind of money lying around.) Through the many years they'd been together, they'd had their arguments and their fights, and their brief separations. At the end of the day, Tom and Jenny always seemed to gravitate back toward each other like a pair of magnets. Somehow, their marriage even survived the one time when he caught Jenny screwing around with her old boss.
Maybe Tom was too comfortable with her. Well, he was, no doubt about it. Jenny could probably cheat on him again. Sure he'd have a fit over it at first, and he'd want to knock the man's lights out, but he knew that deep down inside he'd eventually forgive her. He was a modern day dinosaur, a one-woman man.
Not him, though. Tom would never cheat on her. A couple of times he'd been angry enough with Jenny to drive out to a strip bar and ogle the ladies. The result was that he would end up dropping half his wallet into their thongs. One time Tom even went out with a woman from an old job. That lady might have wanted to fool around with him, at least she was flirting with him enough. But no, after comparing what he had at home to what he had sitting next to him, Tom had opted for the latter.
Surely, Jenny deserved better than him. After thirty-eight years of being on Earth, the best Tom could do was to hold down a position as a warehouse manager for a big grocery chain. He oversaw bulk product coming in, was responsible for its packaging and distribution all over the city, and he made sure his work crew was always on the ball. He wasn't above getting his hands dirty, as he occasionally jumped in and helped stock pallets and roll them into trucks. That, more or less, helped him stay in decent shape.
Still, times were tough. The only thing they could really count on was more and more bills in the mailbox. That's why Jenny ended up having to work nights, as a cocktail waitress at the local casino no less. Tom cringed at the thought of Jenny waltzing around in her skimpy server outfit, where every jerk in the world could stare at her ass, and maybe even cop a feel every once in a while. Sometimes, he wondered if Jenny would let a man touch her this way, if she thought she might get a bigger tip out of it.
Tom shook his head to drive such thoughts away. The tired man focused his attention on the long street ahead of him. He had just dropped his wife off at her job, and now he was cruising down his block and nearing home. Tom was hoping to get a few hours of sleep before Jenny got out in the morning. He knew he had plenty of time for that, as she was scheduled for the 9 to 5 overnight shift.
As Tom maneuvered the truck onto his driveway, he noticed that the lights were on in his living room. Even from where he sat he could hear the steady thump of club music. The puzzled man checked his watch. It was past nine now and it was a school night. Whoever had the stereo turned on was about to be booted off to bed.
The tired man strolled across the yard and toward his front door, noting that with the single exception of his house, the rest of the neighborhood looked to already be asleep. His house had both a security door and a regular door. While Tom unlocked the first door, through the crack in the second he observed a few forms in the living room dancing around.
He was mildly surprised when he discovered his daughter Heather and two other girls gyrating their hips and swaying around in the living room. One was dressed like a schoolgirl, with a white, long-sleeve shirt and a red and black plaid skirt. This girl was blonde. Tom had to admit that she was very pretty, but her pigtails made her look as if she was all of ten years old. The next female was a black girl, very tall and lithe. She looked just as inviting in what looked to be a basketball uniform. Finally, and most disturbing of all, was his daughter Heather, who was wearing a tight blouse that showed off way too much cleavage. The blouse gripped Heather's full breasts like a second layer of skin. His daughter also wore a pair of denim shorts so form-fitting that he wondered how she'd squeezed her big butt into them. Next, Tom noticed several open beer cans sitting carelessly on the lamp stand. He added this revelation to the growing list of infractions he was about to point out to his daughter.
Tom took a single step toward the loud stereo, intending to shut it off, only to see Heather swoop in front of him and cut him off. In an unexpectedly bold move, she actually brushed him back, mainly with her boobs, before she swung her arms around his back and snared him.
"Hi, daddy!" Heather announced, bringing her face close to his.
Her intimate welcome was followed up by a deliberately heavy breath; a breath that reeked of alcohol. Besides that, his daughter's eye make-up and lipstick made her look like a little hussy.
"Where did you get the beer?" Tom said, evenly.
"You'd better not get mad." Heather embraced her dad even tighter. "We're just having a good time here. And you'd better not embarrass me in front of my friends, either."
Tom looked past her at the two other teenage dancers. He had no idea who those girls were. They weren't even paying attention to them, as they were dancing with each other.
He addressed Heather again, but in a low voice. "First of all, you shouldn't be drinking. Second, you have to turn off that music and ask your friends to leave, because it's only Tuesday and you have school tomorrow."
"Dad, you're always telling me what to do, but you might be forgetting that I'm eighteen now." Heather replied. "I can go and do this at somebody else's house, but I'd rather do this here so, you know, you can watch over me. You don't want me drinking beer at somebody else's house, do you?"
"You're not supposed to be drinking at all." Tom answered.
By now, he was starting to get unnerved at his daughter. Not only was Heather still hugging him tightly, but she was beaming her pretty smile at him. The excitable man was starting to have trouble keeping his eyes away from her tits.
Tom started pulling away from her, but she kept her tight hold on him. "You should tell your friends to go. It's a school night. Where's your little brother, anyway?"
"You see that hot blonde? That's Amy. Kevin is staying at her house tonight. It turns out that she has a little brother, too. He's got the same video game console that Kevin does, so Kevin was happy to go over there. I took care of everything, dad, just so I could have this little party with my friends."
"Does your mother know about this?"
Heather giggled. "No! Are you kidding, she won't even let me go out on school nights. That's why my friends are here; they're spending the night with me."
A look of frustration swept across Tom's face.
"Don't you dare tell me that you never broke a rule when you were a teenager!" Heather admonished him.
He sighed. "All right. Fine. Have your little party, but at least turn the music down a little bit. Everybody else on the block is asleep. And no more beer."
"Okay." Heather agreed. "We can do that. Now, go take your shower like you always do and go to bed."
"Are you giving me orders now?" Tom asked her, surprised. "I don't think so!"
"Well, if you don't want to go to sleep, you can always hang out and watch my friends dance." Heather said, finally loosening her hold on him.
"What makes you think I want to watch a bunch of little girls dancing?"
"We're not so little, dad. Now go take your shower. You smell like ass!"
Tom laughed. Thanks to running around so much, he hadn't had a chance to take a shower yet. He probably did smell like ass. And not even thirty minutes after his wife was off at work, here was Heather taking over the house. "All right. I'll go take a shower."
As Heather moved off and joined the other two dancers, Tom slipped out of the living room and down the hall. His cock was aroused and pressing against the front of his pants. While he kept telling himself that it was because of the two cute girls Heather had brought into the house, the reality of it was that Heather's breasts had looked too damned enticing in that tight blouse of hers. He'd have to mention it to Jenny later, to make sure that Heather didn't head off to school wearing something like that.
Tom went into his bedroom long enough to grab a shirt, some boxers and a pair of shorts, before he went into the bathroom. As he showered, he thought back to his own high school glory days, when he was still checking out girls and before he'd been introduced to his future wife. He recalled how his buddies and him would rate the girls on a scale of ten. What would those two beauties in the living room rate, he wondered.
The blonde, Amy, was a visual knockout. She didn't have large breasts, but she was pretty as can be. Tom found himself admiring her petite frame despite her schoolgirl attire. That was an 8, or maybe even a 9.
