Chapter 1

“So get out there and spread the word! Thank you all so much for listening.”

Cheers and applause reverberated through the rented college sports arena. The crowd of just under a thousand teens and their parents in full agreement with the penultimate speaker of the weekend-long get-together extolling abstinence, of waiting for marriage before partaking in sexual congress. Although the event had originally been organized by a single Catholic church in the Archdiocese of Chicago, it had grown to include families from all the surrounding states and even a few from further afield.

April Baker and her father John were a couple of those from further away. In their case coming all the way from a town about fifteen minutes drive outside Denver, Colorado. She released a deep breath as she left the podium. It had taken every bit of courage the eighteen year old girl could muster in order to add her own voice to the choir the conference had created. There were just so many risks. Disease and loose reputations were scary enough, but young women also had the ever-present specter of pregnancy hanging over their heads. Abstinence was guaranteed, no other form of birth control was perfect. If she could convinced just one person, in particular another girl, to wait she would be plenty satisfied.

John watched in pride, his own voice loudest among the crowd, as his daughter finished her well-delivered speech. It had taken her a minute to get going, but by the time she finished she had settled to a comfortable pace.

He wished her mother Diane could see their daughter now. She was such an angel, her almost waist-length blonde hair forming a stunning halo around a beautiful symetric face. But that just wasn’t possible, pancreatic cancer had taken his wife well over a dozen years ago now. It had been fast, three months from diagnosis to the funeral. If only she were here to see the stunning woman their daughter had become.

Diane had been the most religious person John had ever met, but never in a preachy in–your–face manner. She always preferred to spread the word by living virtuously, always the first to volunteer for some church effort. He had fallen in love with the calm that all-but-radiated from the woman.

His thoughts shifted as his eyes flicked to the analog clock hanging on a nearby wall. They needed to get going. Their flight would be leaving soon and if they missed the plane the difference would not be covered by their event sponsors.

“Hon, we really need to be getting to the airport, so wrap it up, please.”

John would have just about called it a miracle, April was ready to go in less than five minutes. A few hugs goodbye shared with new friends and she was back at her father’s side. Since they had already packed their bags before attending this final session all they needed to do was catch the airport shuttle that was scheduled to trundle by every quarter-hour.

Unfortunately, when the pair got out to the parking lot they discovered the snowstorm predicted during the morning’s weather forecast had come through in a major way. There were already a couple inches on the ground and more was coming down in blinding waves. But they still had to go to the airport and check in just in case their flight made it after all.

Another four inches had fallen by the time their bus arrived and then struggled across the city to arrive at the airport, and it didn’t look like the snow would be letting up any time soon.

A further unpleasant surprise awaited them inside.

Canceled

The father and daughter stared at the unadorned announcement. Even this amount of snow wasn’t enough to shut down O’Hare, but it seemed that their home airport at Denver was not so fortunate. It seemed the entire country had been hit with a winter storm.

“Guess they didn’t want to take any chances,” John mused. “Looks like we could have stayed at the conference a bit longer after all. But now I’m really not sure what to do, bit late to be getting a hotel.”

“How long is it canceled for anyway? There’s a new mall opening tomorrow and I was really hoping to go with my friends...” The young woman stared at the floor, realizing how whiny she must sound.

“Yeah, I was scheduled for that one too ... was told it’s going to be tomorrow at the earliest,” an unknown voice broke in from beside the tired pair.

They turned to see an unshaven man dressed in rumpled clothes and dragging a roller-bag. He was breathing hard and the fluorescent lights shone off the bare scalp in front of his severely-receding hairline. While he was overweight, it was not quite to the point of being obese. John guessed him to be about the same age as himself, late thirties.

April was no stranger to being out of breath, cheerleading practice and gym workouts did that to her on a regular basis. But to be winded just walking through an airport? She did her best to keep these rude thoughts to herself and off her face.

“Ah, I’m John, this is April,” the father started introductions.

“August, and guess I’m in the same fix as you two, I was staring at that same board just a couple minutes back.”

John frowned, they were stranded! Taking a cross-country bus was out of the question, particularly in the middle of a blizzard. He’d done that a couple times as a young man, long before meeting Diane, and even without the snowstorm the experience had been terrible. Uncomfortable seats, annoying fellow passengers, and an erratic schedule. It was not something he would ever subject his daughter to. He also couldn’t stay here and force her to sleep in a cool airport on a minimally-padded bench. ’She deserves only the best,’ he thought to himself.

“Shame you folks weren’t just a bit quicker, they were handing out hotel vouchers a few minutes back. Place was already so full-up that I actually scored a two bedroom suite,” August crowed, all-but-bragging.

“Two bedrooms?” April queried. The trio looked back and forth as though considering the obvious solution.

“Yeah, guess that’d work, I’ll take one bedroom and you two can have the other? Just hope the walls are insulated.” August added the last with a winking grin at John.

It took John a couple seconds to realize the other man’s mistake. “Oh, no ... she’s my daughter. My fault for not saying. We were attending a seminar and well, here we are.”

In the meantime April stared at the floor, her cheeks flaming. The sheltered teen had never even had a real boyfriend, and to think someone could mistake her father that way was mortifying!

August took a longer look at the blushing teen. She was quite lovely, a beautiful face accompanied by a body with curves in all the right places. That long hair was a bit childish, but maybe he could help her grow up some? Too bad she wasn’t alone, making a move in front of her father could prove awkward. Course, maybe the clothes were just a facade and she was a secret wildcat. That sort were always loads of fun!

“Wanna grab some food before heading to the room?”

John looked to his nodding daughter, “Yeah, good idea.”

Once outside, they were thankful to find that the city buses were still running, although much slower than on a clear day. All three were also thankful that the restaurant was right next door to the hotel; it would have been a real slog dragging their bags any distance through the snow that was continuing to pile up. It was a standard enough business-class steak house, nothing special in any way. But they had been looking for sustenance, not a gourmet experience. It was while waiting for their entrees that they discovered they lived in the same town, in fact August lived just a few miles away, though in a more-upscale area.

John’s relief at having a local connection was immediate, it made August feel less the stranger. He didn’t have any reason to be wary. Most of the time he would keep an eagle-eye on any male that even approached his daughter. He knew she had dozens of admirers at school. Relationships could wait, let her grow up some without those complications. Such patience had worked so-very-well for himself and Diane. There was no question that it would be good for April as well.

August, however, spent the entire meal watching the nubile teen out of the corner of his eye. He had been very glad to learn that she was already eighteen, jail-bait was one of his hard limits, never on the menu. Her white blouse and matching knee-length skirt were modest in every way. And while she had donned beige leggings in a nod to the weather, her thin cream jacket wasn’t at all suited to being out in a snowstorm. It was plain that she had gone to some effort attempting to conceal her endowments, but it only worked so well. It was obvious that the girl was very gifted in that department. And while she had gone to herculean efforts, in August’s mind he knew the real score, she was playing hard to get!

“How bout a drink before we head up?” August was a long-time proponent of ’candy’s dandy, but liquor’s quicker’.

“Not sure, it’s been a long time since I had any, and April is underage.”

“C’mon, Dad, just one? You know I’ve had some lots of times at family get-togethers,” she wheedled. She sure didn’t want to just sit there while the adult men had a good time. They both knew she would keep asking until he surrendered, that had been their pattern for years. John hadn’t been able to say “No” and make it stick ever since Diane’s passing.

“Alright, I guess one wouldn’t hurt.” John didn’t want to come across as the proverbial overly-protective father. And also, he knew it would look pathetic if they got into a drawn-out argument over it and he caved like they both knew he would.

“Thanks, Dad,”

She was so very precious. Seeing that smile John knew he had made the right choice.

They started out with the house red, no sense in splurging. The waiter had given April a hard look. But the much older men along with April’s innocent smile must have decided him. Then August discovered the cocktail menu, he insisted on buying a round for the table. April didn’t complain much after this when John suggested that she quit, he could already feel the affects, and she was very much lighter.

August kept the pair laughing by telling jokes, many of them just a little naughty. April also hung on his stories, he had lived a far more exciting life than her boring old father. The furthest removed from her staid life were breathtaking pictures of his just-completed trip to Africa, including ones of his nursing an orphaned lion cub at a recovery shelter. Almost as good were pictures of Sao Paulo, Brazil during last year’s Carnival. The most exciting vacation she had ever taken was the year before her mother died when the family had gone to Disneyland. Even then, she had been just a bit young to partake in everything the park had to offer. John was curious but didn’t dare ask how the other man could afford such lavish adventures.

They were all feeling content and mellow as they left the restaurant. And while both John and April were passed just being tipsy August appeared to be handling things well enough. The suite was just as nice as advertised. In addition to the two bedrooms there was a giant flat-panel TV hung on one wall with a facing couch bracketed by a pair of recliners. John felt very fortunate about not having to pay for the privilege of such a nice room.

“You two, you two go ahead and choose your rooms ... this couch’ll be enough for me.” John struggled to get the words out, the booze was hitting him harder than he expected. It had been months since he had had any alcohol. How could a glass of wine and a couple cocktails be affecting him so much? “‘s only fair, August, we owe ya big time.”

After giving things a quick look-over August suggested that April take the somewhat-nicer bedroom, the one with a direct connection to the bathroom. “Hey, I know girls need more time, right? No problem.” If things worked out the way he hoped, he would be sharing that room with her anyway.

“Thanks,” the tipsy girl leaned in and gave the surprised man a quick hug and light kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the bedroom with her bag, the door locking shut behind her.

’Might be easier than I thought.’ He glanced over to John, but the inebriated man seemed not to have noticed either the hug or kiss. He was too busy struggling with the TV remote.

August opened the fridge door and smiled, there was a fully-stocked minibar. He pulled a vodka along with a carton of orange juice. If April needed any more “encouragement” then a screwdriver would be a great choice, the juice would mask most of the bite of the vodka. Things would also go much smoother if he could get the father down for the count, although he would have to be careful to not give the girl any more than necessary; a lively bed partner was loads more fun. Plus, of course, if she felt like crap in the morning he doubted she would be up for a rematch.

When April emerged, now wearing purple pajamas, she was confronted with the sight of the two men tuned to a sports channel, hollering as they watched some classic black-and-white boxing match. She smiled, having never seen her father acting so carefree.

“Looks like you’re having fun.”

John turned and was glad to see that his daughter was still modestly dressed despite the unexpected circumstances. Her pajamas were covered with adorable motifs, bunnies and horses, a Pegasus flying along a rainbow. It wasn’t the sort of thing she would normally wear in front of a stranger, but they hadn’t planned for this situation. It was plenty good for this one night.

August, on the other hand, was very intrigued. He suspected she was commando under what he could see. Given the way her chest wobbled, he was confident that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but was far less certain about her lack of panties. This evening had been going great, full of good food, good drinks, and now fine women.

He patted the sofa, gesturing her over, “C’mon, take a load off. I won’t bite.”

April stood rooted in place. She had meant to just go to bed after saying “good night” to her father. She certainly hadn’t been planning to join the intoxicated men!

John took the initiative and moved over to the nearby easy-chair. He was drunk enough he had to support himself on the couch arm before managing to shuffle the couple steps to the waiting chair. He figured that April should get the prime spot in front of that giant TV. They didn’t have anything like that at home and he wanted her to get a taste of the unusual luxury the suite offered.

It was only after he collapsed into the recliner that John felt the full weight of the alcohol. His vision was blurring, like ... like that time he got black-out drunk at college.

“Alright,” April tiptoed over and sat beside August. She wasn’t drunk, but there was no question about her being tipsy. Enough so that she relaxed just a couple seconds after leaning back against the cushion. She stiffened and tried to pull away when August wrapped an arm around her, his hand on her shoulder, and pulled her tight to his side. But when nothing more happened she did her best to turn her attention to the TV. Her father flipped to a different channel, the long running sitcom he knew she liked helping take her mind off the liberties August was taking.

John dozed off, unnoticed by either his daughter or their new acquaintance. Everybody’s resistance to alcohol varies, sometimes even by accompanying diet. A few people seem to be able to hold almost any amount of liquor, others get beligerant, and some just can’t handle it at all. John was part of this latter group, but had always misjudged his tolerance. It had gotten so terribly difficult to keep his eyes open.

He didn’t even have a good reason to try. They were safe and some sleep would fix everything. The moment he closed his eyes he was out.

April stared down, unbelieving, at August’s hand when he slid down to cup her breast. Nobody had ever been so forward before, but he was also the only reason they weren’t stuck overnight at the airport. They were such a mismatched couple, an overweight adult horn-dog and a beautiful teen who had been preaching abstinence just a few hours earlier.

And, yet, despite finding the situation very uncomfortable, April had to admit ... it sort of felt ... good? She wanted to say something, but had been taught to be docile and polite. In the past it had always been her father who protected her from unwanted advances. It took some time, but after a few minites she calmed down again. During the occasional moment when the TV was quiet she even thought she could hear August’s heartbeat. It was such a calming sound, so very relaxing.

A few minutes later John struggled to open his eyes again. His vision was blurry and what he saw confused him. It didn’t bother him so much that April was sitting against August’s side, but his hand had moved down to rest on her breast? Only her pajama top separated an adult male from his daughter’s naked flesh. And while she looked a little uneasy, she also wasn’t making a big deal about it, wasn’t trying to push him away or anything.

Just like her father April had begun to see August as something of a friend, in her case somewhat of a father-figure even. There was no way he could be a threat, not like the always-horny boys running around her school. He must have a good reason for whatever it was he was doing?

“Very nice, you should be proud of these babies,” August kneaded her breast a bit more, trying to get a better idea of her proportions. He’d been right, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and also right that the girl was very well-endowed. A very nice look, given that she was otherwise so lean. It made some sense, the way she tried to hide under baggy clothes. But there was only so much such a ‘blessed’ girl could do while being at all fashionable.

“Please, don’t,” she begged in a hushed whisper. She was interrupted by a light pinch around her already-stiff nipple. August was enjoying playing with her pliant boob almost as much as her emotional state. Her reactions were just so precious. She must have been raised to be incredibly insecure. He grew a bit more daring after spotting that her father had slumped over, appearring to be asleep.

“Relax, babe, you don’t have anything to worry about,” August knew the couple drinks should make things so much easier. It might not have been enough to get her flat-out drunk, but she was more than just tipsy. With her low weight she had to still be feeling the effects. “Looks like your dad went at it hard. Plenty of time for us to get to know each other better, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” she looked down during some rougher treatment, but soon enough had learned to ignore even this.

John groaned as he came out of his alcohol-fueled stupor yet again, unable to make sense of what he was seeing. April was pressed to August’s side, a hand resting un-challenged on his daughter’s chest?

The older man continued rolling and stroking her full orb. He was more than happy feeling the girl relax from her stiff posture. The night was going great so far as he was concerned, as long as he went slow enough he was sure that, in the end, she would acquiesce to whatever he wanted to do. She might not outright agree, but she wouldn’t complain, and that was good enough. He gave her another squeeze, and this time when she looked up he bent down and planted a quick kiss on her upturned lips. He didn’t try giving her any tongue, not yet anyway. ’Slow and steady wins the race.’

April went stiff again in surprise. She’d never been kissed before and it seemed like such a major escalation! But at the same time every thought she’d ever had about romance bounced around her tipsy brain. She blinked and raised fingers to her lips then licked them before giving him a tentative smile, her cheeks lighting in a fresh blush, when he drew away. At the same time she dropped her hand to his chest and leaned against him more.

’She must be okay with it,’ John thought when he saw that she didn’t slap him for stealing the kiss. Maybe she wanted to practice a little with someone safe, someone that wasn’t any part of her normal life? He smiled while drifting into unconsciousness once more.

For August, though, It was time to move on and up the ante. He let go of her tit, then slid his hand down to April’s pajamas’ waistband. He was very glad to find they were held in place by elastic rather than being tied shut. Her thighs, which had parted some as she relaxed, slammed shut tight about his fingers as he slipped between her legs. It was something of a relief finding that the girl was, in fact, wearing panties; they would serve to somewhat mute the sensations. And it wasn’t like they’d be difficult to remove when the time came, either.

April gasped and tried to wiggle away, but that was futile with the way his arm was wrapped around her waist. Her gaze flew down from the TV even though she couldn’t see much of anything. The waistband of her pajama pants ballooned around his thick wrist, while the gusset hid his fingers. Her panties were the only thing that saved her from direct contact! And much like when he was squeezing her breast, she was loathe to admit even to herself, but it did feel good.

“Wait, nuh-,” she protested. She reached down, but her small fingers couldn’t even reach all the way around his thick wrist. And she soon realized that even if she did manage to get a good grip, her strength was no match for his. “I don’t like this, I don’t think...” she mumbled.

This was the very first time in her life she had ever felt such a strong need to stand up for herself, but that was also entirely against her nature. Her father had always caved the very moment she expressed a negative opinion about any situation. There had to be some way to avoid having this go any further without making a terrible fuss? Even squirming made things worse in a way, it caused her panties to slide across her pussy more, the tingling pleasure just adding to her nervous state.

“You sure ‘bout that? Someone’s touched you like this before?” August’s smile was wicked and teasing, every word engulfed April with the strong smell of alcohol. It surprised her that he seemed so sober, so certain of himself, every action direct and confident.

“No,” she whispered, eyes averted. His hand rocked against her, fingers so very different from her own. They were thick masculine fingers, and they were pressed against that place. The entire experience was new, having someone else touch her... there, so very close to the spot she treasured most.

Neither was aware that John wasn’t entirely out. He was never quite sure whether he was asleep and dreaming, perhaps having a nightmare, it seemed like August’s hand had just found its way into April’s pants. But that wasn’t possible, was it? He tried to move, but couldn’t, he was too drunk.

“I don’t think...” April couldn’t help biting her lip. She knew her panties were the only thing keeping his fingers from coming in direct contact with her womanhood. Everything about this night was new situation. She had never even been around a boy who tried serious flirting before. Her father or one of the teachers had always shut down that kind of behavior, but now she was on her own.

“‘s alright, this can just be our little secret, hmm?” he whispered into her ear as he started probing the front of her underwear. Her little gasp told him he’d found the right spot. He ran a finger in slow circles, knowing he had her when her legs relaxed, no longer tight around his hand. “Yeah, babe, that’s right.”

Her quiet labored breathing told him he was on the right track. Her panties being in the way just now were a definite blessing. They helped reduce the friction to something he knew she would find pleasurable.

“Alright,” he said, trying to be reassuring. “Such a good girl, and your little lady seems to be having a good time too.”

April closed her eyes and relaxed into the couch, concentrating on the sensations between her legs that August was helping her discover. She wasn’t entirely inexperienced with what it felt like, being touched there, but in the past it had always been her own fingers. Not knowing what was coming next made it so much more exciting!

August was very pleased with himself. It had been a great idea, encouraging this busty girl to have a couple drinks. But not too much, an unconscious girl was no fun. She was at his mercy, giving him a golden opportunity to take things further. She wouldn’t resist at all if he played things right. She’d plead and whine, but never outright say “no” or “stop”. And, he was certain, wouldn’t ever raise her voice and make a scene.

To test just how much of a fuss the girl would put up, he pulled his hand back then slid his fingers under her panties waistband. He’d always loved getting his hand on a woman this way, it was so much more invasive than just pushing the gusset aside. He was more than a little surprised upon finding that she was shaved bare apart from a narrow landing strip above her clit. He would have guessed her far to prudish for that sort of thing. Not that he would complain, no not at all. She had started closing her legs but was far too late. By the time they had clamped tight again all she managed was to press his fingers tight against her bald lips.

“Ple ... ple ... please, wai ... wait,” she stammered in surprise.

“Relax, babe, I promise you’re gonna feel amazing here in a minute.” He traced his middle finger along the warm soft crease formed where her inner lips kissed, while at the same time brushing his index and ring fingers over her fat outer labia. He was very glad to find telltale moisture seeping from her slit.

April went very still while holding her breath. This was so very different from those rare times she had broken down and masturbated. She was a quivering wreck thanks to the uncertainty surrounding what he would do next.

Careful not to disturb the girl August moved off the couch and knelt before her. He took a deep breath as he settled to the floor, damn but he was out of shape! Seeing that she wasn’t paying any attention he took hold of her pajama pants and panties and pulled both passed her hips with a single sharp tug, then down off her legs with a bit more deliberation. He wanted to give her every opportunity to speak up, even though he was sure by now that she wouldn’t. He wanted her to have a clear memory of the fact that she had a chance to say something but remained silent. He smiled as he met her uncertain gaze while taking hold of her slim ankles, lifting them to the couch cushion. She didn’t resist at all when he slipped his hands between her knees then pressed them apart to reveal her pussy, bald except for the inch wide strip pointing at her clit. A glistening web of fluids coated her cleft, giving testament to the skill of his earlier tactile efforts.

It was a look August had a special appreciation for, even more than if she were shaved completely bare like so many women did nowadays; it reminded him of sneaking looks at his father’s early-nineties Penthouse magazines. It was even better seeing that her blonde carpet did exactly match the drapes.

“Nn ... wait, don’t look,” she pled in a hissing whisper, she sure hoped her father didn’t see her in such a lewd position. There was no way he would understand how she had come to being displayed in such an obscene manner! She didn’t even understand it herself.

“Don’t worry, wasn’t planning on looking, got something much better in mind for your little peach.” August stroked his hands along April’s soft inner thighs as he leaned close. To the best of his knowledge it was the first virgin pussy he had ever seen up close. He had kicked himself for years for not taking advantage during the one opportunity he’d had for that as a bumbling teenager, kicked himself even more for not making sure the girl had enjoyed herself. He had learned a very important lesson that night. Nina hadn’t and he’d never gotten in her panties again. He might have money now the young him could have only dreamed of, but lessons learned young are the hardest to shake. He shrugged at the mild unspoken hypocrisy, of being willing to take advantage of a girl who was helpless due to the situation but nevertheless wanting her to be happy with the experience. He smiled while thinking, ’Oh Lord, for what I am about to partake, I am thankful.’

“Huh?” It took April several seconds to comprehend what had happened. She’d gone from being dressed to exposed and on display in just a few moments! She raised her hand, her fingers reaching August’s scalp, meaning to push him away and put a stop to this insanity, just as his hot breath washed across her exposed pussy. Her effort came just a little to late. She let out a startled gasp when he leaned even closer and his lips brushed her naked labia for the first time. And then he extended his tongue, flicking its tip through her already-damp slit, before teasing up and circling around her clit. It felt even better than his fingers. He knew just what he was doing.

August was glad to find that the girl kept herself so clean. He didn’t exactly mind a woman’s taste, but April used a soap that left a sweet tasting residue. It would be awesome giving her her the first orgasm not from her own fingers. She would remember tonight for the rest of her life. It would be like claiming ownership over part of her sexuality! And, so, he started putting some actual effort into eating her out. Gentle eager licks at her little nub, stroking the fingers of one hand over her soft lips combined with rubbing his other hand along her inner thigh. It all meant she was primed and ready. It always confused him that other guys struggled with this part, the clitoris wasn’t some mystery. Give it a little attention and any girl would go crazy.