What could I say? There wasn't anything I could say. I was lost. Jennifer was...not lost. I didn't want to object to her choices, especially after just telling her she was her own woman, an adult, and could make her own choices. Not only that, I told her I trusted the choices she made. I trusted them. I trusted her. And then, there was David.
To say I slept soundly would have been a gross exaggeration, but as the night went on, and the need for sleep overtook me, I found myself slowly coming to grips with it. With everything.
As Monday morning arrived, I was forced to get up, put everything in my personal life on hold, and ignore it as best as I could, until I got home in the afternoon.
My alarm woke me at seven a.m. I hit the snooze and rolled over, only to find a warm body laying next to me. I tried to see who it was. Had Jennifer come and slipped into bed next to me? Innocently sleeping there, as she had done a thousand times before? Or was it Mackenzie laying there, soft and sweet, wanting to please me, or be pleased by me...
I gently probed under the covers, sliding my hands around, feeling for tell-tale signs of who was sleeping next to me. I felt a shirt, and shorts. Denim shorts? I ran my fingers along the waist band, searching for a pair of panties, but found none. I was still questioning myself when she rolled over, stretched, and then yawned. "Hey," she said sweetly.
"Hey," I said, still not fully sure whether this was Mackenzie or Jennifer. "When did you get in bed with me?" I asked groggily.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "After my shower," she said.
"You didn't go back to Jennifer's room?" I asked.
"I did," Mackenzie answered and then she sucked in a deep breath and pushed her chest out, her nipples pressing against the underside of her shirt. "She was already asleep, so I came in here."
"She's going to be up any minute now," I said, giving her fair warning.
"Mmmm. Then hurry up," she said.
"Hurry up? Hurry up what?"
"God," she moaned, and then, she grabbed my hand and yanked it under the covers. I let her lead my fingers between her thighs and she spread her legs wide, and then pressed my digits into her soft folds of slippery flesh. "You like it?"
"Mmmm," I moaned. "Your pussy is so soft," I moaned.
"I shaved it," she said, sliding my fingers up and down her slit, and then pressing them against her hole down below. I took the hint and slid my middle and ring finger inside of her slipperiness, delving deeply and then curling my fingers to press the tips against her G-spot. "Oh fuck," she moaned, and her eyes came wide open, and she pulled my face down to kiss her lips, greedily sucking my own into her mouth.
I curled my fingers a bit more, and then used a kind of tapping movement to rapidly press her G-spot again and again. It was something I'd read about, a way to elicit an orgasm quickly, and it seemed to do just the trick as Mackenzie spread her legs even wider, urging me to even greater action. Her hips lifted off the bed, and she yanked the covers off of her body.
"Fuck me," she moaned, grabbing her shorts and ripping them down her hips. She pushed them down past her knees and then kicked them off, sending them flying against the dresser.
"I...I don't have time," I said, glancing at the clock. "I've gotta be on the road in fifteen minutes. Jennifer's alarm is probably going off right now."
"Damn it," Mackenzie swore, and then she turned a smile up at me. "Will you do something for me?"
"What?" I asked, slowly pulling my fingers out of her slick hole.
"Lick me," she said. I was about to say I couldn't, but she put a hand against my cheek and practically begged me to do it, for just a second. Just enough to tide her over, until we got home from work.
"Half a minute," I said, crawling down the bed and turning to face her.
"Okay," she said, and she spread her knees as wide as she could, reached down and opened herself up like a blooming flower, and awaited my attention.
I brought my tongue to her hole and gave her a little lick, expecting the taste of pussy from what I could remember, from all those years ago. And I was rewarded with almost the exact same taste, slightly tart, a little sweet, and very, very, wet.
Like riding a bike, I began to navigate her sex, sliding my tongue from the hole, up, over her urethra, and then, along her slit until I reached the underside of her clit where I gently made tiny licking moves, which sent Mackenzie into convulsions. Her hips jerked and her knees came up off the bed, but I grabbed the inside of her thighs, holding her legs open, as I sucked her delicate clit between my lips and then ran the flat of my tongue back and forth across it.
"Oh shit!" Mackenzie gasped, and I laughed, moving lower, sliding my tongue inside of her vagina as far as it would go, and then, licking upwards in one long continuous movement, ending with a quick series of flicks to her clit, sending her over the edge. Her hips came up off the bed, and I put my lips over hers, sucking her entire pussy, clit and mound into my mouth as one, and then, I repeatedly licked the length of her slit over and over again, my saliva mixing with her pussy juice in one sweet cocktail.
Mackenzie gasped, convulsed and then I was up, wiping my face off on my bunny pj's as I furiously ripped my clothes out of my drawers and began pulling them on in record breaking time. Mackenzie continued moaning, caught in the throes of climax, and as she clamped her legs together and rolled over, she slid off the side of the bed and hit the floor with a thud.
"Dad?" Jennifer called out.
"Yeah! I'm up. Getting dressed!" I shouted.
Mackenzie's head popped up on the other side of the bed, darted to grab her shorts and then darted out the door, running for the kitchen. I laughed, pulled my pants on, slipped my shirt on over my head, and headed in the same direction. A split second later, Jennifer came out of her room, her work clothes in hand.
"Do you know where Mackenzie is at?" Jennifer asked.
"No," I said, turning to the kitchen. "Isn't she sleeping?"
"No," Jennifer said, and then she took off towards the kitchen. "Dad, she's in here," Jennifer said, calling out from around the corner.
"I'm making you guys breakfast," Mackenzie said eagerly.
"I...don't know if we have time for that," I said, rushing over, grabbing my boots and shoving my feet into them.
"We can take it with us," Jennifer said, rushing over to the table and sitting down in a seat. She ripped off her top, threw a bra on backwards, spun it around, yanked her arms through the straps and then gave her boobs a quick jostle before grabbing her work shirt and literally pulling it on over her head and arms in one smooth movement. She pulled her shorts off, yanked her pants on, her socks, and then rammed her feet into her shoes and then stood up, stuffing her work shirt into her pants.
"Do I look alright?" Jennifer asked me.
"Like a million bucks," I said, pulling my boot laces tight and tying them both in double knots. "How do I look?" I asked.
"You look good," Jennifer said.
"Good enough to eat," Mackenzie said, handing a breakfast sandwich and an orange juice to Jennifer.
"Thanks babe," Jennifer said, and then, she leaned in and gave Mackenzie a little kiss.
"Uh-uh," Mackenzie said then, grabbing Jennifer by the side of the neck and pulling her forward by surprise. Mackenzie pressed her lips against Jennifer's, sucking hungrily, and I could tell by the way her cheeks were moving, Mackenzie had slid her tongue into Jennifer's mouth, and was now playing some sort of war game for dominance.
When Mackenzie was satisfied with the kiss, she let Jennifer pull away, and Jennifer made a quick blowing kind of look, as if overwhelmed by the attention. Her face turned red, and then she looked at me, and asked me if I was ready to go.
"Yup," I said, and Jennifer grabbed her jacket, hat, and gloves, and shot out the door.
"Uh, where's my kiss?" Mackenzie asked as I grabbed hold of the door handle.
"Oh, uh..." I looked at the door, as if Jennifer was going to step back in any second now.
