Dillon Forrester looked out his bedroom window and thought about what a lucky man he was. He was blessed with a good job, a great home, a beautiful wife and a daughter even more gorgeous than her mother. This summer he was also blessed with an equally beautiful houseguest, his daughter’s roommate from college whose parents had decided they needed to summer in Europe alone.
As he gazed out at the pool and the three lovely women around it, it occurred to him how much his 19-year-old daughter, Taylor, and her roommate, Terri resembled each other. He watched as they both pulled back their dark red hair and put it in a ponytail in preparation for getting into the pool. Without their makeup and with their hair pulled back, they both looked younger than their identical ages. His wife Janet had stopped wearing her light blonde hair long when she turned 30 and that was about all that had changed about her physically since then. Still well conditioned at 45, she took a lot of pride in her trim waist and 36B breast. When she walked into a room, men did turn to stare. At 5’9” she looked like an athlete and about ten years younger than she was.
Taylor, on the other hand, had dipped deeper into the gene pool of Dillon’s side of the family. The Forresters were of Scot descent and it was not a surprise to anyone that a lot of them were red heads, just like he and Terri. She had also inherited her grandmother Forrester’s body type, short (5’3”), busty (38D already even before having any children), and her round face with all the freckles to go with the red hair. With the exception of the large breast, Taylor’s friend Terri was almost her clone.
Dillon liked having Terri around. She was not only pretty, but also smart beyond her years. The two of them were highly competitive when they played Trivial Pursuits and as a rule, one of them won. They would sit on the sofa in the den and watch Jeopardy together while Janet and Taylor watched Wheel of Fortune in the living room. Unlike his own daughter, Terri seemed to enjoy helping him around the house. They planted flowers on the weekends, grilled out in the evenings with Terri being in charge of the spray bottle to keep the flame retarded.
Terri, as most young girls do, flirted shamelessly with Dillon. He gave it no thought remembering how his own daughter used to act with her softball coach. Young girls like to flirt and it’s good practice for them to do it with men who present no threat.
Overall,Dillon liked his life the way it was, but all that changed one warm Saturday afternoon when he and Terri were at the house alone. Dillon had no idea when he awakened that morning that his world would be turned up side down on that day and it certainly never would have occurred to him that he would like it.
Terri and Dillon were working in the garden in the early afternoon planting some replacements for some of the plants the intense Florida heat had killed. When they had finished, they returned the tools to the workshop Dillon had built on the far side of the swimming pool. He had not put a ceiling in the shop so that he could store things in the rafters. Terri was on a three step stool sliding the garden tools over the rafters as Dillon handed them to her. As she was pushing the shovel into place, she lost her balance and would have fallen to the floor had Dillon not caught her. The shovel, thankfully, fell harmlessly to the floor as Dillon held onto Terri’s waist. He released her and she turned to face him.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Forrester,” she said, “I would have broken my neck if it had not been for you.”
She threw her arms around his neck, stood on tip toe and gave him a peck on the lips, but she did not take her arms away. They looked at each other for what Dillon felt like was several minutes when actually it was only a couple of seconds. Then Terri pressed her full, open lips against his and tightened her hold on him. Dillon kissed her back, much to his mental distress.
“Mr. Forrester,” Terri said when they finally broke the kiss, “I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we arrived.”
Terri moved her lips toward his again, but Dillon turned his head to one side. He could feel his hard cock pressing against her tight little tummy and realized this could very easily get out of hand.
“Terri,” he said softly, “You are a beautiful young woman, but you are my daughter’s best friend and I am literally old enough to be your father.”
“The key word in that is woman, Dillon,” she said sounding a little irritated. “I know I look like a child, but I am not, I’m a woman and you are a man and the age thing is bullshit. It might make a difference if I was asking you to marry me; but I just want you to fuck me. Well, maybe eat me too.”
Terri was smiling and Dillon didn’t know how to answer her. This time when she moved her lips toward his he leaned down to meet her. Dillon broke the kiss this time and lifted her tank top to suck her hard little nipples.
