Being a single parent and father to my only daughter hadn't been easy. Raising Christy had been a full time job, and working had of course been another. I had little time to myself as it was, so dating was out of the question for a time. When Christy graduated from high school I anticipated her attending college, but as money was tight I wasn't sure just how much more I could do for her. As she had taken a part-time job to help with tuition and books, there was little left afterwards, necessitating her remaining at home rather than living somewhere off campus.
By this time, it had been years since I had socially been out with anyone, let alone had a sexual relationship. There simply hadn't been enough time in the day to consider such a thing, not to mention that there wasn't anyone I knew or had met that I was remotely interested in. Up until now, I'd been satisfied with simply masturbating whenever the urge struck, which lately had been occurring more and more frequently with my daughters busy schedule keeping her away from the house.
As it was one of the few nights Christy had off, I was busily preparing a nice pasta dinner for us when she called asking if she could bring a friend home with her for dinner.
"Sure honey, I've made plenty," I told her over the phone. "When will you be here?" I asked trying to time my preparations.
"Trina and I should be there around six, six-thirty," Christy responded. "And dad? There's something I want to ask you about over dinner," she added.
By the tone in her voice, I knew she was apprehensive about whatever it was she needed to ask. Most of the time when I heard that nervous hesitation, it was usually over money, something of which I wasn't able or prepared to help her with at the moment.
"Ok honey," I stated simply, already fearing my having to tell her "no" to whatever it was she wanted or needed.
I had just finished draining the pasta and was busily tossing the salad we'd be having with it when I heard the front door open.
"Dad? We're here!" I heard Christy call out to me.
It was six-thirty on the button. "In here!" I called back to her from the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ready!"
Seconds later I heard footsteps and knew from the sound of them that I wasn't hearing just Christy's. Turning towards the kitchen door just as it opened, I greeted my daughter with a firm but gentle hug when she entered. Looking over her shoulder, I saw Trina as she entered in behind her. Breaking away from me, Christy immediately turned to introduce us.
"Dad? This is my friend Trina. We met at school."
"Hello Mr. Anderson," Trina said extending her hand to me.
At forty-four, I wasn't in all that bad of shape. Though I certainly wasn't any kind of an exercise nut, my job kept me in pretty good condition without my having to work out. Even so, I felt myself sucking in the tiny gut I still had as I took Trina's hand.
"Call me Russ," I said, feeling the electrical charge as our hands met. "Mr. Anderson sounds so formal," I added with an awkward smile.
Trina was a good four or five inches shorter than me, placing her at about five and a half feet tall. Her hair was light brown, long and currently in a braid reaching the small of her back. She was also wearing the typical style of the day, which consisted of a cut-off tee shirt barely covering her perky breasts, revealing her taut midriff, which I also noted when I glanced at her, that her naval had been pierced. Something that Christy had been wanting to do herself, but that I had emphatically said "no" to until she turned eighteen and could afford to pay for it. So far, she hadn't. She also wore faded well-worn cut-off Levis that I eventually noticed had a large hole in the rear, revealing a small tight patch of skin where one of her ass-cheeks sat winking at me when she walked by.
I'd purchased an inexpensive bottle of wine to go with dinner, and though both girls were over eighteen, I found myself being stingy with how much I allowed either of them to drink. Though I wouldn't be contributing to the delinquency of any minors, I didn't want to have either of them becoming inebriated, especially as Christy would eventually be driving Trina home later.
It was nice having company for dinner. Nicer still when the girls cleared the table and stood at the sink side by side washing the dishes. As I sat at the dining room table enjoying a cup of coffee, I found myself staring at that hole in the back of Trina's shorts from time to time, reminding myself every time that I did, to quit doing so! It had been a long, long time since I'd even been with a woman, and I chastised myself repeatedly whenever my mind wandered off in that direction. Trina was after all my daughter's age. And Christy would have been mortified if she knew the kinds of thoughts I'd been entertaining about her girlfriend, even if I kept turning them off every time one popped into my head.
Once they'd finished the dishes and straightened up the kitchen, they poured themselves a cup of coffee joining me at the table. I realized then how much my daughter had grown and changed. She'd never had a cup of coffee that I remembered before as she and Trina sat down on either end of the table.
"So, you wanted to ask me about something?" I began, already dreading the question I was sure was coming as we'd been barely making ends meet as it was.
Christy glanced up looking across the table towards her friend. I caught a knowing smile of confidence tossed back at her just moments before they both turned, looking towards me.
"I know that you're not financially able to do more than you already have been," Christy began. "And you also know that I've looked forward to being out on my own, having a place to share with someone."
Once again Christy looked towards Trina. I knew that of course, it had been just about all she'd ever talked about while still attending high school. Christy had looked forward to attending college, having a 'roommate' and enjoying the experience of having someone her age to share a place with. Being an only child, living with her 'dad' all of her life was something she was looking forward to not doing any more.
I still didn't know where any of this was going, or what I'd be able to do for her financially when she finally got there. About all I could do was sit quietly and listen.
"Trina's in about the same place I am," she began again. "She can't afford to keep her small apartment, and I can't afford to move in with her. So... I was wondering daddy," Christy said emphasizing the word, working on my 'daddy' emotions, "if it would be ok if she moved in here with me!"
I hadn't expected that. And before I could say or do anything, she hurriedly rushed on.
"We'd both be able to help out here with the chores as well as the groceries and utilities. It would free some of your time up, as well as help you out financially too!"
I'd been about to veto that idea, even with Trina throwing me a hound-dog look, but to be honest, my daughter had me over a barrel and she knew it. As much as she'd always wanted to have a roommate, I knew under the present circumstances that her moving out was out of the question. I'd already swapped rooms with her as it was, giving her the large master bedroom with its own private bath and shower. As my den was downstairs adjacent to Christy's old room, it had been far more practical to have switched rooms with her anyway as I didn't need a room as large as my old bedroom had been.
"Ok, sure. Why not?" I heard myself saying. "At least temporarily, until we see how things go," I added as an afterthought.
Needless to say, the girls were ecstatic, both coming around the table to hug me simultaneously. Used to hugging my daughter all the time, I didn't give it a second thought. But when I felt the caress of Trina's barely concealed breasts pressing against the side of my face, I quickly stammered something silly, purposely breaking contact with both of them. I felt my face flushing, and heard a mischievous laugh from Trina, as she finally moved away, thanking me once again, obviously very much aware of my discomfort.
"This will be a lot of fun!" she said beaming. "I'm really going to enjoy living here!" she added.
And suddenly, I wondered if I'd left my senses outside.
For the first two weeks after Trina moved in with us, things went very smoothly. We all had odd hours, so it was rare that we were ever home together at the same time. Trina had had to drop a few of her classes, working more hours in order to save up enough money to take a fuller schedule the following semester. As such, she was often home in the afternoon after class and often prepared dinner that was always waiting to be reheated in the microwave for Christy and I after we got home.
Life was good.
Like anyone getting used to a new circumstance, there were a few bumps in the road that took all of us some getting used to. It was a Sunday morning, one of the few days when we were actually all home together. I'd gone down stairs to the laundry room to wash some dirty clothes of mine, discovering that the girls had left some of their laundry sitting in the dryer. I was used to doing Christy's laundry from time to time, as it was easier and more cost effective to add some of her things to mine. But as I pulled out several bras, and the skimpy kind of panties I'd never seen Christy wear before, I felt a little weird as I pulled them out, dumping them into a laundry basket to take upstairs to their bedroom.
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