All characters in sexual situations are fictional and 18 years of age and older.
"Has your dad ever been a bit handsy?" Izzy had been wanting to ask someone this for some time, and Chloe seemed like someone who would know. Her dad always seemed like a bit of a creep.
"What do you mean?" Chloe asked as she wiped down the counter. It had been a busy day. July was always the busiest time in their small town on the Oregon coast. The two girls were alone in the restaurant, closing up for the night now that all the tourists and locals had cleared out.
"Sometimes when he goes in for a hug, it doesn't feel quite right."
"You mean he tries for these?" Chloe attempted to give Izzy's tit a quick pinch, but Izzy dodged back in time to avoid her. Izzy was annoyed. She was trying to be serious, but Chloe was playing games.
"No, not like that. The hugs last a bit too long, and his hands rub my back or my sides. Nowhere he shouldn't touch, but it just feels a bit wrong. Ever since dad was laid off this winter, he's been acting weird around me. There are other things too."
"Like what?" Chloe was always interested in men behaving badly.
"Sometimes he looks at me weird. The worst was a couple weeks ago. We were watching television, and he had a blanket over his lap. I kept catching him staring at me. I think he was playing with himself under there." Izzy whispered the last part. Almost too embarrassed to say it out loud.
"Your dad doesn't have a girlfriend right?"
"No, I don't think he's had anyone in his life since he and mom split."
"That makes sense. Your dad is horny, and there's an eighteen-year old hottie running about his house. Of course he is going to look."
"Most other guys ignore me."
"They don't" Chloe rolled her eyes. "You're just too shy to do anything about it. I could name ten boys at school who thought you were cute."
"Cute. No one calls you cute. You're hot. That's what guys want." Izzy said bitterly.
"Guys want to fuck hot. They want to take cute back to meet their parents. Long run, you will be much better off."
"Does your dad do things like that?" Izzy changed the subject.
"Sure, he used to. I don't think he and my mom have fucked since the Bush administration. It's only natural his eye would wander."
"Even to his own daughter?" Izzy asked, appalled.
"Sure, men are simple. They see a nice pair of tits and they react. It doesn't matter who they are attached to."
"Wait, you said he used to do things like that? How did you get him to stop?"
Chloe checked into the kitchen to make absolutely sure none of the crew were still there and listening in. She leaned across the counter to Izzy, and with a wicked smile confessed, "I fucked him."
"Your own dad!" Izzy was shocked. Not least that Chloe's dad was short, fat, and bald. She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to fuck him, much less the pretty blonde that was the most popular date in town.
"Sure."
"How? Why?" Izzy was flabbergasted.
"The first time, I'd been drinking. I came home and I was horny and bored. I thought why not give him a try?"
"Was it any good?"
"Not really, but you know if you close your eyes a dick is a dick. They all feel about the same."
Izzy did not know this. She had not confided to Chloe that she was still a virgin.
"And you kept doing it?"
"Every once and a while."
"Why? You can get so many other men."
"It keeps him happy. Also, the day after, he always feels really guilty about it. If I ask him for some money to go out, he always gives me at least $50. Usually more. That's where these new shoes came from." Chloe flashed the new pair of sandals she was wearing that Izzy had been admiring.
"Wow." Izzy was still in shock. She couldn't get the image of ugly Mr. Doggins fucking Chloe, a teenage blonde who looked like she could be in magazines.
"You can't tell anyone about this."
"Of course."
Izzy's head was still reeling when she got home. Chloe had confirmed her worst fears. Her own father wanted to take her to bed. Worse Chloe has made it seem like that might be an acceptable option.
She decided she would try harder to get her father back to the happier state he was in before he was laid-off from the plant. That would help him stop thinking about her all wrong.
As with most nights, she had brought home some unsold food from the restaurant. Tonight was a bowl of pasta and a slice of pie. As she was getting the food ready her father came up behind her and gave her one of his hugs. She could smell the beer on his breath. He wrapped his arms around her and held her as his thumbs gently massaged her sides. Izzy wriggled out of his grasp.
Part of the problem she knew was the short skirt and tight shirt that Mr. Flanagan, the restaurant owner, made all the servers wear. In her normal life Izzy didn't wear such revealing clothes.
She put his dinner down on the table. She had eaten at the restaurant, so she sat across from her dad as he ate. He was much better looking than Chloe's dad. She was sure of that. He was tall and had only a slight extra layer around his waist. His hair was graying, but still thick.
"Are you happy Dad?" Izzy tentatively began her planned conversation.
"Sure, princess." He said as he slurped down a string of spaghetti.
"I worry you don't get out enough."
"I go to the store almost every day, and we went on that hike this weekend."
"Only because I dragged you out. Don't you think it would be better if you saw more people?" Her dad had never had many friends. He had a social network through work. He played on the plant baseball team and went out for drinks at the end of shift some nights, but since losing his job all that had stopped."
"Who is there to see?" Her dad announced as if it was an indisputable fact.
