Heather's 18th Birthday
My name is Tom Brostwin. I work from a home office in a small but comfortable home that I share with my daughter Heather, in a suburb near Boston. I'm thirty-eight years old and do what I can to balance my life. I'm six-foot-two-inches tall, weigh two-hundred-ten pounds, and stay fit working out in a small home gym. I have a thick eight-inch cock.
I work as a consultant for software development, both in the high-tech world as well as in the world of business process software. For the last six years I have been the lone parent for my daughter Heather.
Heather is a senior in high school, who I swear has at least twenty best friends. She has been active in soccer, swimming, plays, choral groups, band, and the math team.
The winter, six years earlier, had been much like any other in New England. A few small snow storms with mostly sunny weather. Then, one Friday morning it started snowing and didn't stop. The wind picked up and drifted snow across roads faster than the plows could clear them. Commuters were told to leave work early to make it home before the worst of the storm hit later that night. Nobody is certain how it started, but the rapidly moving commuters quickly became a pile up of nearly two-hundred cars, with ten people losing their lives.
Heather was twelve at the time, it wasn't an easy transition, but we pulled our lives together. Heather, like her mother Nicole, focused on the positives, and with help from her friends, her teachers and her coaches, she grew into the incredible young woman that she is today. I kept working, doing what I had to do to raise my daughter. I put every ounce of energy into staying healthy and keeping Heather safe and happy. She was grateful for all that I did, but as she got older, she began to understand adult relationships. She became frustrated with my reluctance to go on dates and to possibly fall in love.
"Dad, when are you going to start dating again?" asked Heather as she rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Noodle, we've had this conversation. I'm very happy with my life. I enjoy my work and the people that I meet through that."
"Well, you spend a lot of your free time with me and my friends, attending all our activities. I'll be eighteen soon, graduating in a couple of months and going to college in New Hampshire in the Fall. I'm worried that you'll be lonely," she admitted.
"I know that you worry about me and I'll think about what you've said,'' I replied with a smile, a kiss and a hug. "Right now, we need to focus on this weekend and that big soccer tournament in Burlington," I reminded her with mixed emotions.
I enjoy the girls, their families and the game. During the games, I sit with the team on one side of the field and look across to the spectators. I see all the dads, siblings and the soccer moms. Many of the moms are quite attractive, but the absence of Nicole is what I notice most.
As the head coach for her travel team, I had a lot on my mind. Fortunately, most of it had become routine over the years. I had a large eight-passenger SUV in which I would transport Heather and six of her closest friends. The rest of the team would be transported by other parents. Some players would come with their entire families.
"Don't forget to pack the headsets," I reminded her while remembering why I bought them. It still makes me laugh when I think about how those girls could talk simultaneously. After the first trip, I had a roaring headache and bought them a set of seven, Bluetooth, connected headsets to reduce the noise and save my sanity.
In Burlington, one of the parents had booked a block of rooms in a large upscale hotel. Heather generally stayed with me, but as she got older, the girls all wanted to room together. So, I tended to have a room to myself.
On Saturday morning we made the trek North and everyone arrived safely at the hotel. "What are your plans for tonight?" began Heather. "I'll be hanging out with the team. You can join us if you want," she quipped.
Heather was aware that several of the older girls had crushes on me. I wasn't oblivious to their flirtation, I just wasn't interested. Although, I must admit that several of their mothers had caused erections, they were all happily married. So, it was just a nice reminder that my body still reacted to attractive women
"Tomorrow will be a busy day. I'm going to read for a bit and get some much-needed sleep," I smiled as Heather left to join her friends and I settled into my room.
I was relaxing, reading an international spy novel, when there was a soft knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Bill and his wife. I opened the door and welcomed them, "Hi Bill, please come in."
"Hi Tom, this is my wife, Toni. You've probably seen her but I'm not sure that you've met."
"Hi Toni," I smiled, as I looked into her dark blue sparkling eyes and admired her beautiful face framed by long flowing natural blond hair. I successfully avoided looking at her sizable breasts and the rest of her young fit body. "What can I do for you?"
"It's good to finally meet you," sparked Toni as she moved closer and gave me a hug. "It seems that I only get to see you coaching from the other side of the field."
I was familiar with most of the soccer moms, and had previously noted that Toni was one of the younger and more attractive ones.
She and I hugged. Toni held the embrace a little longer than expected, she pressed her breasts into me as her hands moved to my ass, she pulled me closer and my hardening cock pressed against her belly. I held her tight and I noticed Bill smiling at our intimate embrace.
Toni stepped back and smiled while looking into my eyes. I smiled back, while feeling a little uncomfortable.
"I brought a bottle of wine and thought you might share it with us," quipped Bill as he held up a bottle that I recognized as one of my favorites, Pinot Noir.
"I tend not to drink around the players when I'm alone. It just seems like a bad precedent," I began. "Now that I'm not alone, I'd love to join you," I quipped, turned, and found three wine glasses in the room's mini-bar.
"I can see the question in your eyes," began Toni, "Yes, I am only fifteen years older than Melanie. I met Bill and his wife, and we were all good friends before he became a widower two years ago," she explained.
"Thanks Toni, I admit that I was a bit perplexed. You don't look old enough to have a daughter Melanie's age," I replied. "I'm sorry for your loss Bill," I added while feeling his pain.
"I know your history, Tom. I'm sorry for your loss as well," he began. Then he raised his glass, "To those who we still hold in our hearts, and to the future."
We all toasted and I held back my tears as Toni spoke, "Tom, I loved both Bill and Melinda, and I have no doubt that I would have loved your wife as well. I trust you, so, I can tell you that I met them both at a very exclusive swinger's club. We both believe that physical intimacy is essential for human happiness and wondered if you might feel the same?"
"I've never really thought much about it philosophically, but it's a philosophy that I could easily adopt. I'm not ready to join a swinger's club and I doubt they're looking for single men anyway," I laughed.
"I'll be blunt," said Bill. "Toni wants a threesome with two men and I would like her to have it. She suggested you, and I agreed that we should ask you. Are you interested?"
"Toni is a very attractive woman, but...." I began.
"This sounds like you are going to give me a long list, detailing why you shouldn't be interested," interrupted Toni. "Tom, I'm not asking you to fall in love with me. I enjoy sex, and you just told us that you think it's essential for human happiness. So, give it a try and if you decide that you'd rather be miserable," she smirked, "then at least you tried," she giggled
I stood, smiled at Toni and smiled at Bill, "She's very convincing."
"I can't remember ever winning an argument," laughed Bill.
"Oh shoot!" exclaimed Toni, "I forgot one thing, are you a good kisser?" she began, "That could be a deal breaker," she quipped.
"You'd better give him a test run," quipped Bill.
I sat down on the bed and Toni slipped sideways onto my lap. I caressed her face, pushed her hair behind her ear and leaned in till our lips met. I felt Toni giving herself to me not just physically, but emotionally as well. It triggered my emotions and our kiss became more passionate. Our tongues dueled and I could feel us both giving and receiving, as I became more aroused.
