Truth be told, I really wasn't looking forward to my daughter going away to school during the upcoming week. This would in fact be our last real weekend together for quite some time until she came home again in a few month's for a visit. After graduating from high school, Chrissy had hung around for a while, working a few odd summer-time jobs while she made applications to attend several universities. Raising her all alone, ever since my wife had died hadn't been easy either, and though I had dated on an off, it was primarily because of my daughter that I hadn't gotten really serious with anyone else, looking out for her welfare until such time as she did graduate, and decided what she wanted to do in life. Still, I knew I would miss her, and that the loneliness of being on my own would be truly felt.
Watching Chrissy grow up from the shy, sad little teen-age girl who had lost her mother into the outgoing, vivacious young woman she'd become was something I was truly proud of. Sure, we'd had our ups and downs, being both father and mother hadn't been easy, and it had even been a little uncomfortable at times, especially when we'd finally sat down and had the big "Birds and Bee's" discussion. But I had made it a point then, and forever afterwards to be frankly honest with her during those discussions, or when she'd had questions, or even needed advise. I was relieved to hear that her intent was to remain a virgin, even when I took her to start her on the pill. She'd been candid enough with me then to inform me that though she had no intention of sleeping with anyone until and unless the right guy came along, she still wanted to be on the pill and responsible when and if that ever happened.
It was another one of those difficult things for me to see, watching her grow up, watching her grow out of those first training bras, maturing and then eventually wearing a real bra was an often interesting and embarrassing adventure for both of us. Living in a small two bedroom, one bath apartment had its own obstacles to overcome, we'd accidentally bumped into one another in various stages of dressing or undressing, so I got a periodic update, although inadvertently, of my daughter's ongoing maturity. But because we had maintained a special bond and closeness with one another, as well as an openness that I am sure might have raised a few eyebrows with a few other parents, we'd gotten through most of those situations with a laugh and a chuckle over it later on, taking things in stride, but more importantly, maintaining an openness with one another that made it very easy for us to discuss or share thoughts, even when it came to intimate personal details.
Chrissy had once asked me why I wasn't seeing anyone, which wasn't the real question she had on her mind really, and giving her a less than satisfactory answer to her real question, she had come out boldly and directly with what was really on her mind.
"What are you doing for sexual satisfaction?" she had asked, surprising me with such a grown up concern for my well-being. And as such, I had answered her openly, though more with a gesture than words, by smiling and merely enclosing my fist, moving it up and down which she obviously understood, causing her to laugh. "Yeah, me too," she had offered, and that had been the end of that discussion for a time anyway.
And though we had a great relationship, and spent a fair amount of time together, I was also pleased that Chrissy had a very dear friend whom she had grown up with, and whom I had also seen grow with her, though in not quite the same intimate ways I'd seen with my own daughter. Early on, when they were much younger, I had affectionately referred to them as my favorite pair of "Salt and Pepper Shakers" as Chrissy, like her mother had been, was blond with blue eyes and a reasonably fair complexion. Chantel on the other hand had an ebony complexion with dark brown eyes, and short black hair that gave her maturity that went far beyond her years. Admittedly, seeing them grow up together especially as they developed, always brought about a certainly lusty curiosity that I would quickly shove back into the gutter of my mind where it belonged. I had never really known or dated any black women before, but as I got to know Chantel better, I found myself visually and emotionally attracted and curious about her, though I never did anything to pursue that train of thought.
So it was that I was only mildly disappointed when Chrissy informed me that Chantel would be spending the last weekend together with us, a "sleep-over" as she had always called it, as Chantel had spent more nights sleeping here, than Chrissy had spent sleeping over there at her place. And I knew that Chantel was just as anxious about Chrissy's going off to school as I was, as she'd be attending an entirely different school, much closer nearby and thus staying at home while she furthered her education. Obviously, I wasn't about to say no, or be selfish enough to keep the two of them apart during their last full weekend together either.
The girls had decided it would be an evening of popcorn, pizza and a movie of course, and had picked a silly comedy that had a bit of teenage raunchiness to it, including several nude shower scenes and the likes of large, bare breasted women in them. As mentioned, it wasn't that big of deal at the time to sit and watch a movie like this with the girls, we'd gotten more than comfortable enough over the years to be able to do so, but I still had to remind myself to behave and not get too intimately flirtatious, especially around my own daughter. Seeing them grow up and wear pajamas when they were younger was one thing, seeing them now as they wore little more than tee-shirts and panties as sleeping attire was something else entirely. And though they were obviously comfortable enough to do that around me, it still gave me lusty periodic thoughts that I had to keep chasing away or else risk sitting there with a massive hard-on.
And this particular evening was made even worse by the fact that Chantel just happened to be wearing a white tight-fitting tank top that did little if anything to conceal those dark chocolate sized nipples of hers, each of which could be faintly seen through the fabric of the material, and which would from time to time harden with the silly suggestiveness of the movie, or even getting up to get us all another of cold beer from out of the refrigerator, coming back with her "head-lights on" as she'd even teasingly indicated about herself when returning once with fresh beers.
It was difficult enough with all this going on, but then as we sat reminiscing about old times, I sat recalling a few of my own, though I didn't exactly mention them at the moment. Like the time just a short couple of month's ago, coming home from work, stopping to check in on the girls as I knew them to be home, knocking first, but then opening the door as I had so often done in the past, except this time they had made a frantic effort to hide something they'd been looking at, pretending then to have actually been looking at something else entirely. Later, after going out to pick us all up some fast-food, I had done a quick search check in their bed, sure enough finding the hard-core porno magazine that they had borrowed from my stash in my closet, obviously looking through it curiously perhaps, and giggling over what they'd found there. I'd never tried to hide the fact that I had a few such magazines stashed away in my closet, or that I read them (or used them as it were) late at night in my own bedroom. And as I said, in such close proximity to one another in a small apartment with thin paper like walls, I had heard, or thought I had heard at least a few times, the sound of soft gentle moaning coming from my daughters bedroom along with the soft purring whir of a vibrating toy of some sort. Something else I had seen Chantel quickly shove behind her back one evening when I had come up to say goodnight, catching the blue color of the vibrating dildo she had not quite hidden behind her back, as the girls sheepishly stood there smiling at me as I told them both good night.
Thoughts such as these soon had me aroused, horny, and ready to go off and relieve myself before I said or did something a little too stupid, especially feeling the effects of the wine, and beer that we'd been slowly consuming all evening long. Leaving the girls to their own further amusements, and leaving the outline of those two very alluring dark nipples behind that I'd been stealing glances at all evening long, I headed upstairs to my bedroom for some much needed relief, and sleep before spending yet another fun-filled day with the girls tomorrow.
I had had a small, less than satisfying little climax and had quickly fallen to sleep afterwards, even with the faint sound of the girls still giggling downstairs, especially when I also heard the all too familiar back ground music of one of my also not so secretly stashed porn videos. Obviously, the girls were watching that, something they'd obviously been waiting for me to go to bed so that they could do. I certainly didn't have a problem with them doing that either, they were well old enough anyway, and if they could feel comfortable enough seeing something like that together, who was I to complain about it or ruin their last night of silly, semi-erotic fun. Even so, as my head hit the pillow, and as my thoughts wandered off into my own dreams, the last images that I actually allowed were of the two of them together, curiously exploring one another as girls sometimes did at their age.
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