Cathy Sanders' pretty blonde head hung over her textbook, even though it was a Friday night. Graduation was coming near; then she'd be free, eighteen, and off to college.
Three short knocks at the door, and her identical twin Kelly came in.
"You're not dressed," Cathy noted. "Don't you have a dance to go to tonight?"
The casual observer would be pleased by the view: the girls were a mirror image of youth and beauty, with thick, shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair, eyes like chips of sapphire, inviting red lips, generous round breasts, and long, lissom legs. Cathy was dressed casually, in jeans and an old sweater. She was surprised to see Kelly dressed the same way.
"I have a really big favor to ask you," Kelly said.
"Oh, no. I went to the father-daughter dance last year, and I have the history final on Monday. It's your turn."
"You have all weekend to study for it. If you want, I'll help you. But the coach wants me at the outdoor track by eight tomorrow, and if I'm out until midnight with Dad I'll be worthless in the morning."
Kelly wore the same pleading expression that never failed with Dad, and Cathy sighed. It wasn't as if the twins hadn't traded places before.
"You owe me big, sister," Cathy said, "and I will collect."
Kelly smiled with relief.
"I won't forget," she replied with a sweet smile.
***
"Kelly, you're stunning tonight," said Jake Sanders, his eyes twinkling.
"And so are you, Daddy."
Jake, tall, tan, brawny, was the source of the twins' eyes and the shape of their faces; the rest came from their mother's side of the family. He had naturally curly brown
hair that was just beginning to go grey. Tonight, he wore a freshly pressed tuxedo and a sexy grin that scared Cathy a little.
Cathy wore a sparkling strapless white gown that emphasized her bountiful curves, slit along the thigh to allow full movement while dancing on her shiny black high heels.
The band started with a snappy rock 'n roll number, and gradually slowed the music down as the evening went on. Fathers and daughters switched partners fairly often. Some of the men pulled Cathy closer than was comfortable, and one or two had obvious erections that they tried to rub against her. When that happened, Cathy returned to her father.
Yet, with the music, the dancing, and the groping, Cathy found herself becoming aroused. It couldn't be helped. Though she was one of the loveliest seniors and dated often, she had yet to make love with anyone, and her mind often glowed with romantic fantasies. The boys at the high school were simply too clumsy and clueless to merit her favors. They always wanted to jump to the sex; Cathy wanted some adventure, a little romance, a little sophistication. If only there were someone here to sweep her off her feet, to share a deep kiss with in the moonlight!
The music slowed, and Cathy was relieved to be dancing in her father's arms again, safe and warm. Now Jake held Cathy close, openly gazing into her cleavage. It made her nervous and excited. Not only that, her mind was playing tricks; with all those lecherous men groping her, staring at her, Cathy swore she could feel Daddy's erection rubbing up against her, too. It was just her imagination, she told herself, but a strange and pleasurable feeling of warmth spread through Cathy's curvaceous body.
Now that she thought about it, a long time had passed since Cathy heard squeaking bedsprings and lustful cries from her parents' bedroom. Maybe he can't help it, Cathy thought. Maybe Mom doesn't love him anymore. I'm sorry, Daddy.
Cathy glanced down. Jake did have a boner, but Cathy decided it was dancing with all those other girls that caused it. Jake buried his hand deep in Cathy's hair and pulled her face close to his warm, hard chest. Now she could hear his heart beating, beating much too fast. His dick, a round, hard lump in his pants, began to throb against her. Cathy's throat went dry. She had to do something about this.
"I know what you've been thinking, Kelly," said Jake.
Cathy blushed.
"What have I been thinking, Daddy?" she asked innocently, with a flirtatious grin. It couldn't hurt to flirt. That might build him up, make him so horny held have to go to bed with Mom later and finally have some relief.
"Maybe we should get going," he suggested.
Whew, she thought. Safe!
But Jake drove past the usual street that led to home.
"This isn't the way home, Daddy," Cathy said.
"Kelly, we hardly ever have a night out to ourselves, so I went ahead and made some special arrangements.''
"Oh, Daddy, that's so nice!" Cathy almost told him of the switch right then, but stopped herself. She didn't want him to regret the surprise. Besides, it had been a while since she herself had had any time with him.
Cathy also found herself unable to stop glancing at Daddy's pants. The bulge under the zipper hadn't gone away. She hoped they would get home soon and that Mom was in the mood.
