As usual, all sexual activity and descriptions thereof takes place among characters who are at least 18 years of age...
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Kelly woke up the next morning, showered, threw on her gym clothes and dashed out the door while her mother and I slowly woke from our slumber.
I'm guessing that's what happened, anyway, because we were dozing peacefully one moment, then she was leaning down to kiss us goodbye, telling us she loved us and dashing for the door the next.
Billie and I slowly stirred beneath the bed sheets, tangled ourselves in one another for a few minutes groping, cuddling and kissing, and then we crawled out of bed.
I grabbed at sweatpants and a t-shirt as Billie pulled on a robe, and we headed for the kitchen.
"One thing is for sure," Billie said as she drew water for the coffee. "We had an audience last night."
"How can you tell?"
"Look at the floor just outside our doorway."
I leaned back around the corner; Kelly's panties lay in a scant, little heap.
"Thoughts?" I asked.
Billie shrugged as she poured the water into the coffee maker. "If we don't want her watching, we need to shut the door."
I laughed and Billie did, too.
"It isn't funny," she said, trifling to suppress her giggling. "When did I become an exhibitionist?"
I laughed again. "When did you stop being an exhibitionist?"
Billie caught her breath and sighed, nodding her head slowly as her eyebrows raised. "When I became the mother of a little girl. I had to set a good example for my children."
She sighed again. "I don't have little girls anymore; they're all grown up now."
Never mind the interlude we'd shared with Allyson, once the newness of our being together had become familiar, we'd never given a second thought to who saw us doing what as long as we weren't in public. And our friends had been the same way. Adulthood and responsibility bring changes that are often sobering.
Billie leaned back against the counter and chewed at her lip. "I'm torn between the knowledge that I'm teaching my daugher things that'll serve her in well as she becomes sexually active and the fact that her first lover, the one she wants to bed her for the first time, is her father."
Billie grabbed at my hips, pulling me to her such that my cock was pressing into her as it began to swell.
"You don't think you're being a little presumptive?"
Billie rolled her eyes and sighed, then shook her head. "I believe, when all I said and done, that two of the best friends I have to look forward to, are my daughters; Jessica and I are already well on our way, especially if I can just get her to leave that journalism major alone."
"I didn't think they were together anymore."
Billie sighed and shook her head again. "They were still going out as of last Sunday. But, as I was saying, I think, in the long run, the relationship I have with my daughters will blossom into a really strong friendship. But regardless of all the other dynamics involved, there's always a special bond between fathers and daughters... sons and mothers, too... that's different.
"You remember when they were little; they fought over which one would get to marry you when they grew up."
I nodded and laughed. It would have been nothing but funny if Kelly hadn't become so upset when we explained to her that I was married to their mother; she and her sister would fine young men to marry when they grew up for husbands of their own.
Billie bit her lip and nodded.
"I guarantee you, at some level, in the back of her mind, whether she's thinking about it or not, your daughter still yearns for... there's a special connection the two of you will always have, that no one can take away from her..."
"She knows I love her..."
Billie nodded. "She does, and she's never doubted your love for her. I know that." Billie shrugged and sighed. "But there's a part of her... and I understand it, believe it or not, that wants to be loved so completely by her father..."
"You understand that?"
Billie bit her lip and nodded.
"Did you and your dad ever...?"
Billie's forehead wrinkled and she shook her head. "My father?" She laughed. "You've known my father since before we got married; he's about as warm and personable as a goat." She shook her head, turned and reached for the coffee pot. "And my mother will tell you the same thing, too."
I watched as Billie poured two cups of coffee.
"No, I love my father dearly, but I can honestly say I never adored him quite the way our daughters adore you."
Billie sat the pot back on the warmer and slipped her arms around my neck.
"That," she said as she laid her lips against my cheek, "is a big part of why I love you as much as I do; you've always been so warm and affectionate with the girls. They never had to wonder about your love for them."
The shrill, high pitched tweet of the whistle made Kelly's head rattle. It sounded like it was right behind her ear.
"What was that?" the coach yelled.
'That' had been the flat of a hand smacking a serve straight into the net. It was the fourth serve Pam had missed during practice. Pam was one of the better servers; she wasn't that strong, but she could put the ball anywhere she wanted to with such accuracy it was scary.
"I'm sorry, Coach," she said. "Lemme try again."
The coach nodded and the ball bounced off the hardwood floor as it careened back to Pam's hands.
"You'd better get it together," the coach said, clapping her hands. "Central does not make mistakes; they wait for you to make them, then they capitalize on them. Do we want to let them take advantage of our mistakes?"
"No!"
The nowhere near unison chorus sounded tired and strained.
Hustle, hustle, hustle.
It wasn't a new concept for the girls, but they'd been at it for four hours with hardly a break, and it was beginning to wear on them.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone had cycled around the court again, and convinced she wasn't going to make any more progress with her young charges, the coach blew her whistle one last time.
"Alright, girls, bring it in." She waited as they formed a weak semi-circle in front of her and then she took a deep breath. "You've done a great job getting this far, but we're not finished yet. Now, I know some of you went out last night and had a lot of fun, and the rest of you wanted to, but you've got to stay focused. If we bet Central, then we'll face Coleman or Clarks Point, and neither of them are pushovers, either.
"Go home, get some rest, and come back ready on Monday."
One last blast from the whistle and the girls began to file away, slowly heading to the locker room.
If they'd been headed back to class, they would have hit the showers. But it was the weekend and they were all headed home as soon as they collected their personal belongings.
"Hey." Kelly looked over at Pam, not sure if her friend would even acknowledge her. Both of them had almost been late for practice, and they'd all been so busy once they'd arrived...
"Hey." Pam looked up momentarily, smiled, and then looked back down at her bag as she slipped on her sweatshirt.
"Listen," Kelly said. "About what I said yesterday..."
Pam shook her head. "Don't mention it."
"It was silly and I'm sorry..."
"No. Seriously," Pam said. "Don't mention it. Let's just pretend it never happened."
Kelly nodded slowly. They were all tired; exhausted from the practice they'd just finished, but there was something else behind Pam's somber expression. What, though?
"Okay."
"Thanks." Pam leaned over and gave Kelly a quick hug. "I gotta go."
"Okay. See you later."
Pam smiled and waved, her pony-tail bobbing and swaying as she bopped across the floor and out the door.
Odd, thought Kelly. Very odd.
"What is up with you today?"
Kelly jerked her head to the side as Lisa and Mandi sat on the bench by her locker.
"You and Pam were both..." Mandi narrowed her eyes as though trying to peer into Kelly's mind. "You were both somewhere else."
"Yeah."
Kelly shuffled her feet and drew in a carefully measured breath as Lisa's eyes widened.
"It's a guy. Isn't it?"
