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Part 1
His name was Trevor but everyone called him Trey.
As he drove home from work that Friday evening, he was aware of a nervous feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. It was the feeling he used to get before he went on a first date with a new girl, had sex with a girl for the first time or some other event that might possibly have a significant effect on his life. It was a feeling he had not had since the night he proposed to Brenda.
His wife, Brenda, was a lawyer. She had made several trips out of town, during the six years they had been married, but this was the first time she would be gone all weekend. She had left yesterday morning and would not be back until late Tuesday.
"I guess, in a way," he said to himself, "I am going on a first date."
This would be the first time that Trey and Ashley would be alone together for more than an hour or two. Trey hoped that Ashley would not be gone somewhere all weekend. He was looking forward to spending time with her. Maybe they could watch a movie, or go out to---where ever it was that girls her age went.
Trey smiled has he thought about Ashley. From the moment they met, she had called him Daddy. Six years ago, she was a tall, gangly tomboy with glasses, pigtails, and a cute, if not pretty face. Today she was a beautiful eighteen-year-old woman. She was still tall but that was where the resemblance ended. She had traded her glasses for contact lenses, her pigtails for a ponytail. Her face went from cute to beautiful to gorgeous.
Her figure was not perfect but so close it did not matter. Not to Trey. As far as he was concerned, Ashley was drop dead gorgeous. Her breasts were small, not flat, but small. Her torso tapered to a slender waist then flared outward to narrow, straight hips. Her ass was shaped like an upside down heart and her long legs were slim and sleek. She had been a cheerleader during high school and her body was firm and tight.
Trey wondered what her sex life was like. He didn't know if she was sexually active or not but he would have been more surprised to learn she was a virgin than to learn she wasn't. He knew that many girls lost their virginity in high school and always just assumed that Ashley was one of them. Actually, he purposely tried not to think about it. The thought of Ashley engaging in sex bothered him but she was eighteen years old, two years older than Trey had been when he began fucking, and a lot better looking.
His own sex life had always been good, although now it could be better. Brenda was an excellent sex partner but because of her schedule, having sex more than once a week was all but impossible. Even once a week was pushing it. The last time Trey and Brenda made love was ten days ago and she would not even be back home for three more days.
Trey knew he really had nothing to complain about. With Brenda's income they could afford a beautiful home in a great neighborhood and new cars every other year. Trey had a good job but Brenda out earned him by twenty per cent. It was the extra money that made the luxuries possible.
Trey turned into the driveway and stopped at the garage door. As soon as he entered the house and closed the front door behind him, Ashley ran out of the kitchen and jumped into his arms. "Hi, Daddy." She kissed him on the mouth, not passionately, but a little longer than Trey expected.
"Whoa," Trey said when Ashley pulled away, "What's that about?"
"Nothing," Ashley told him, "I'm just glad you're home."
"I'm glad you're glad," he told her, trying to deal with the adrenaline rush, and the wave of desire his body was experiencing.
"I ordered a pizza," Ashley told him, "It'll be here in half an hour."
Trey went upstairs to change. He took a quick shower and as he stood under the spray of water, he could not get Ashley out of his mind. He could still feel her pliant lips against his own, her young, firm body pressing against him. His cock was hard and he was in no mood to fight it. He wrapped his fingers around the long, thick shaft and jerked himself off.
He stepped out of the shower and dried himself. He put on red sweat pants, a white tee shirt and thick, white, athletic socks. Then he went downstairs.
He and Ashley ate pizza and drank cokes while sitting at the kitchen table. She was wearing a red tank top, without a bra, and white, baggy, pajama pants. Her feet were bare and her toe nails, like her fingernails, were painted dark brown. For some reason, Trey could not stop looking at her. "Do you have any plans this week end?" Trey asked.
Ashley's answer almost forced the air out of his lungs. "Nope. I'm your's for the whole week end."
After they finished eating, Trey went into the family room to choose and set up a movie while Ashley cleaned up the remains of their dinner. He felt nervous, filled with anticipation without knowing why. When Ashley entered the family room, she said, "Don't start the movie, yet, Daddy. I want to ask you a question."
"OK, ask away."
Ashley sat down next to Trey, her body turned to face him, a serious expression on her lovely face. "I looked it up and according to the dictionary; a cock is a male bird, like a rooster or a peacock. Right?"
"Yeah," Trey said cautiously, feeling as though he was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking into a deep canyon.
"One of the girl's in schools is always talking about how she likes to play with her boyfriend's cock," Ashley said, "But I talked to her boyfriend and he doesn't own a bird." . Ashley spoke in a quick, breathless, high pitched voice that made her sound like a "dumb-blond." Trey knew better. Ashley may have been blond but she definitely was not dumb.
