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Cathy was walking around the house with her robe on. It was Saturday morning about 11 o'clock. She was usually dressed and gone by now. Saturday was her day out for maintenance and shopping. She was coming towards me while I was getting more coffee.
"Avast," I said, holding up my palm. "If you have something, don't give it to me, please."
"No dad," she said. "I don't have anything. Good morning."
She had on her red, well burgundy robe. Very attractive that robe. Cathy was plush. I always thought the word soft worked good to describe her but I liked plush. She colored her hair a little blond once and it's mostly changed back but not fully so she had dark hair with a hint of blond in between. She was barefoot. She loved to go barefoot. Maybe two inches shorter than me. Her robe was flowing and followed her contours perfectly. She had good sized breasts that rotated enough to notice when she bent over and her nipples always poked out in that robe.
When she first got it she put it on and paraded it in front of me and her mother and announced she was going to wear it sometimes and could we please get used to it. It seemed to open a little gap on one side or the other of her breasts when she moved her arms. It had a single tie around the waist. She didn't have a large behind but they bustled when she walked and the robe did them justice and left a little fabric bridge across her butt crack. The bottom of the robe was the best part. Whoever designed it left the length just right to prevent any accidental showing of assets whether she was moving or in a chair. She could choose to show some if she wanted. No dice so far.
Even when she lay on the couch or the white bear rug on her stomach the back of the robe fell conveniently down between her thighs covering her assets completely. Cathy is 22 years old and since I'm her father I've trained myself to totally ignore her attractive assets except when I'm looking. I've reserved that part and even cleared it with her. I didn't want to take advantage. She said she would get used to my eyes darting around. I went to my home office to balance the check book. I hated doing it but I used it as my penance for any bad things or thoughts I had since the last time. When I was done I was pure of heart and mind.
In bed I asked Julie, "Anything wrong with Cathy? She seemed ok and said she was but she wasn't happy jack and this is Saturday."
Julie looked up and closed her book on a finger and looked at the ceiling. We had a cat that did that, except for the book part. Julie opened her mouth then closed it.
She said, "Cathy is having trouble having an orgasm. She says she's never had one but they do happen at night so she probably has but doesn't know for sure. She was awake a lot last night trying, even this morning. She decided to stay with it until it happened. It didn't. She's stumped as to what to do."
"What about a sex therapist," I said. "That might help. You're my sex therapist and it certainly works for me."
Julie and I are in that part of our marriage where we don't have to give cutesy responses to cutesy sayings about sex so she ignored me and went on.
"I thought about that," she said. "Actually Cathy thought about it too but she doesn't want to confide in anybody else about something that personal. You're not supposed to know so don't say anything. I'm thinking about it."
"What happens when she tries," I said.
"From what I understand," she said, "she jerks around so much it stops her from finishing and she hasn't gotten far enough for it to go ahead and finish by itself. I'm thinking of tying her to the four corners of the bed and putting a tennis ball in her mouth and doing it myself." Julie laughed like a little girl and went back to her book.
Two full weeks went by. Julie said, "Mel, how would you like to help Cathy have an orgasm? Think about it. I know all the ways you can do that. One of them should work. I'm not quite ready to say 'any way that works', but close. Don't quote me on that. Think about it."
My conditions were that it was ok with Cathy and Julie would always be present and try to add to the atmosphere in some way so it was more exciting for Cathy. Julie insisted on me always having a condom on even tho Cathy is on the pill. Julie also noted that I might get soft at some unexpected point and Cathy would think I wasn't interested and it would break her heart so I should take a pill for that. I knew I could medically take them. We tried it once to see how they worked and it was with great success and a gift that kept on giving. Julie said Cathy was absolutely aghast at the suggestion when she mentioned what we came up with. Actually, what Julie came up with.
Cathy and I didn't talk directly but through Julie and finally arrived at the first try rules. We would use the sofa with the lights down low. She would wear her robe. I would call the shots since I've got the gun and the ammo. Cathy loved her robe. It was her security blanket I think. When the appointed time arrived, Julie and I were already in the den. Cathy was probably in her bedroom crying uncontrollably. We waited. Finally she came in. She had on her robe and looked very lovely. I mean very, very lovely. Julie had on a really sexy 'we have to get in bed right now' outfit. I had boxers on and a T. I took Cathy's hand and led her off to the kitchen trying my best not to get hard just yet. We sat at the counter with a little coffee. It was cool outside.
I said, "You're probably as nervous as I am. I once gave an alligator an orgasm. I squeezed it down around its lower parts and you wouldn't believe the wild gyrations it went through until it settled down. Don't do anything you don't want to do. It's not necessary. If you're having fun then have as much as you want. This is all just between us three so don't worry about privacy. Mom said I have to wear a condom in case I have an orgasm. Etiquette I think. Anytime you want me to take it off let me know. Watch this."
