A big "Thank You" to the anonymous chatter that inspired this one. You know who you are! *wink*
All characters are over 18. All sex is consensual. All pregnancies were averted.
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I guess I never should have suggested that we watch Lost In Translation. That's what started the whole conversation. That and my stupid question, "Got the hots for an older guy, Jamie?" She looked at me, then blushed. I knew it was someone we knew. I slapped her playfully. "Oh my God, Jamie! Who?"
She looked into my eyes and said those fateful words, "Your Dad."
"Oh my god. You...you wanna fuck my Dad?"
She just nodded and kissed me. "Just a fantasy thing, Allie, honest. I'd never really do it."
But I have to admit, it got my wheels turning. Dad was old, like 43 then, but he still "had it." I mean, I've seen other women look at him. I never really thought about him like that before. Until Jamie.
We made love. It was incredible as always. But the thought of her and Dad was always playing in the background of my mind. It took several days before I had the chance to talk to him in private.
It was Friday afternoon and I had finished my Tech classes. When I walked into the kitchen, Dad was finishing the breakfast and lunch dishes. Like I said, Dad still "had it." He was several inches taller than me, standing at 5-11. His short hair still had its light hue and he kept himself fit as a swimmer and a runner (a habit we sometimes enjoyed together). When I saw him there, I looked at him through Jamie's eyes and I got it. Still, he WAS my Dad.
I walked up next to him. "Hey, Dad."
"Hey, Allie Cat," he said in his affectionate voice. He leaned over and kissed my cheek and his blue eyes twinkled. "What's on your agenda this weekend?"
I had an opening, so I took it. "You know, I thought maybe Jamie and I could hang here some?"
"Sure," he responded as he wiped his hands dry on the towel that hung on the refrigerator handle. "Though, I'll probably be around."
"Well," I hesitated but finally gathered my courage. "We kinda thought you might wanna watch a movie with us?"
Dad scoffed. "You girls need a chaperone for a scary movie?"
I playfully slapped his arm. "No. We just thought you might like to watch 'I Love You, Beth Cooper'?" It was the bait. I saw him hesitate. I knew what was running through his mind. Jamie bore a striking similarity to Hayden Panettiere.
"Well, I mean. Sure? I guess? As long as y'all don't mind an old guy crashing."
I replied enthusiastically, "Thanks, Daddy!" adding a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze on his arm. Then I quickly pranced off.
Jamie arrived at the house in time for dinner. Like me she was dressed casually: sandals, jeans and a T-shirt. Mine was white with a big red heart. Hers was black with the Rolling Stones' tongue on it.
Dad made a stir-fry and we enjoyed it with a nice light wine. The banter around the table was mostly about how our school work was going. I was working on an Associate's degree in accounting and Jamie was finishing her freshman year at university for nursing.
After dinner and cleaning up, we moved to the living room with a new bottle of wine. Our large screen TV hung above the old fireplace and across from that was our full-size leather sofa. On either side were two recliners. A sturdy coffee table sat on top of a mid-pile patterned throw rug. Jamie placed the wine and glasses on the coffee table, I called-up the movie, and we all sat down on the sofa.
Dad decided on playing it safe by sitting on one end. I sat on the opposite end and Jamie in the middle, but cuddled up to me. As the movie played, I was able to watch his reactions and I could tell that it was getting to him. For her part, Jamie had slipped her sandals off and placed her bare feet up on the sofa. I noticed that her toes shone with a new coat of red polish. Dad, I thought, must be dying.
When I could catch a glance, I saw him eyeing her feet and her body. My Dad and I have similar tastes when it comes to women. I could also see something else. My Dad was getting hard.
The movie ended and I pressed Jamie up off of me. "That was fun, but I need a quick break." I left them alone. This is what I was told about those five minutes:
"So, Mr. Curt, that was fun, huh?"
Dad cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Yeah. And you can just call me Curt." He smiled at her and Jamie smiled back, her eyes twinkling in the dim light of the TV. The screen was displaying other options available to watch Hayden Panettiere. "You know," he continued, "you look a lot like her. "
"Ya think so, Curt?" She drew some fingers through her blond hair.
Dad place one hand on her bare feet. "I do."
Jamie wiggled her toes....and that's when I arrived back carrying another bottle of wine. "Y'all like sittin' in the dark?" I teased. "Let's play a game!"
Dad took the bottle and poured us all a healthy glass while I upped the lights a bit. "What game do you propose, Allie Cat?"
"Truth or Dare!" I announced. Jamie looked at me with a sly grin.
