Chapter 17

Saturday, 01 September 2018

In bed after waking, Dad and I did some cuddling until he backed away from me a bit and then slid himself down the bed, moving the top sheet off me. I objected a bit until it became obvious that I would like the reason he was doing what he was. He spread my legs, situated himself between them on his front, and then looked up at me.

“If I’m going to have so many lovers, I should get a lot better at oral sex. Do you mind?”

I shivered, partly because he was between my legs and about to put his mouth on my pussy, but more so because he was initiating sex.

“Dad, I know you understand that any girl may take you anytime she wants. I’m now telling you that the flip side is also possible, particularly if you want to make the girl feel good. No! You may initiate ... or ask to initiate ... sex with any girl here if ... and only if ... you’re not looking to get your rocks off. If your primary focus of being sexual with any of us is to give the girl or girls orgasms, please feel free. And, Dad, I have absolutely no problem with you learning more about licking pussy on me. If we’re here alone or with girls with whom you’ve previously been sexual, you may put yourself between my legs or those of any of the other girls if you aim to give a girl or some girls orgasms. In fact, that gives me an interesting idea.”

He waited for a while to hear what my idea was, and I considered just letting him hang, but since he wanted to put his mouth on my pussy, I said, “You’ll find out what my idea was when I order it.”

“Oh, freak,” he whispered in response.

Dad gave me a great orgasm with his mouth on my pussy and hands fondling my breasts, after which we ate breakfast together.

At the table, he said, “Hon, this is the first weekend day we’ve had here together since ... you initiated a sexual relationship with me. I’m ... unsure of how such days should go.”

I pondered his question for a bit, then answered, “There’s a good chance that some days like today I’ll want to have a lot of sex with you. There will probably be days, particularly once K’n’K are LA-legal, in which I’ll invite one, two, three, or more girls to spend the day here ... to have a lot of sex with you. But, Dad, I think I’d like to have some ... Do you remember when you suddenly took me last year to Taylor Cascade Park?” When he nodded, I added, “I’d like there to be days like that, days in which you and I spend together doing fun things. That is, fun things other than sex or in addition to sex. I’d also like it if we could invite two or three of my friends to do fun things like that. I’ve been so ... inwardly focused for so long, that I’ve not had all that much time doing ... typical fun sorts of ... activities.”

He began to object, so I held up a hand and said, “I know the construction guy had to cancel yesterday and that he’s coming here today. I didn’t mean that I wanted to do some cool park today. I think we should do a grocery trip this morning because we don’t have a lot of food here. And, remember, Dad, we need to buy food for more than the two of us, because we’ll be having a lot of visitors.”

He shivered his body at that, so I grinned at him, nodded my head at him, and said, “Yes, those visitors will frequently be here to have sex with you!”

“Em, this ... whole thing is still so hard to believe. I’m glad I didn’t know when I was a teenager and a young, stupid man that a lot of girls were interested in sex, even wanted sex, but that most didn’t feel safe going after sex. I’m glad I didn’t know because I’m sure I’d have taken advantage of girls even more than I did in reality. I’m sure I’d have found some angle or other. Hon, just in a sex-life vein, I’m enjoying this life so much more than I did when I was so into myself, so proud of getting sex from a dozen girls in something like a year-and-a-half. Then, when I was not in charge in the slightest on Thursday, I had sex with four girls and had two other girls playing with me sexually.

“Fuck, Em! That was freaking incredible, and I had that experience because I gave control of my sexuality to you ... or allowed you to take it, which, really, is the same thing. That was the most incredible sexual experience I’ve ever had!”

I smiled at him, then said, “And, somewhat soon, you’ll have experiences that will cause that one to pale in comparison. Dad, there’ll be weekends when there may well be forty naked girls here and most of them will do something sexual with you. I know you have trouble truly taking that in, but it will happen, and some of us will be working on your stamina for the next two months so you can have some sort of sex with most or all of those 40 girls.”

He sat glued to his chair staring at me incredulously, so I answered the question I knew he would ... eventually ... ask, “Yes, Dad. That’s a real possibility.” More gently, I asked, “How many girls did you have sex with before ... my mother?”

“I’m not sure, Hon, but certainly many fewer than 40; many fewer.”

“Did you truly think it was special having sex with ... girls who aren’t black?”

He closed his eyes, a look of pain on his face, but opened them and answered, “Hon, that was a ... thing when I was a boy, having a white girl. Those of us boys who were ... keeping score got extra points for white girls. The thing is I wasn’t prejudiced ... No, I was less prejudiced than most of the black boys, but it was still an extra thrill when... ‘I got me a white girl’ [air quotes]. Of course, I didn’t treat her any better than any other girl who fell for my ploys.

“Hon, I don’t know why I said what I said on Thursday, but I hope Emma ... well, I hope no one took my words about me and white girls badly. I was ... Em, I was incredulous and I still am, at least somewhat, about what my life has become. I gave my libido to my daughter, and I’ve had so much more sex with so many more attractive girls than any previous similar-length time of my life.”

“Don’t worry about it, Dad, but please don’t say anything like that again ... unless the girls ask you about stuff like that. While I don’t know about Emma, the LA had a black man as a member for a while. You remember, right, that he died of cancer and was buried the morning after my night with Brett.”

“Oh. I guess I didn’t know he was black.”

“He was Meka’s father.”

“Meka? That incredible young woman last week who came in naked unannounced?” When I nodded, “How was she not nearly immobile with grief.”

“Beth said that he’d been diagnosed as terminal more than a year ago, so she had a long time to come to terms with it. I’m sure she was not in a good place last Wednesday, but she’s been ... at least outwardly ... relatively fine since. I’m sure there’s still a hole in her life, but she’s really strong, Dad, but Beth said it almost broke her. She said the LA probably saved her sanity if not her life. And, Dad, that’s something those girls do: Save girls in trouble. I told you they saved me. Right? While it was nothing like saving Meka, they certainly saved me ... and that led directly here, to you and me sitting naked at the breakfast table after tearing our sheets up last night and a bit after you ate me to a wonderful orgasm this morning. Dad, the LA essentially provided the chance for this relationship we’re now sharing.”

He looked at me with the oddest expression I’ve ever seen, but one I understood after he said, his face very serious, “Please let me know if I can ever help in something like that. Whether money or a place to live or ... whatever. I owe debts and helping save a girl or two in trouble would go some way toward balancing things ... although I cannot truly pay what I ought, having caused so many girls to have little or no trust in guys.”

I gently responded, “Dad, you’re already helping, just by providing TT a place to be together, just by being nice to K’n’K and Rathi. Those three girls probably like you, now. You heard Kota. She thanked you for providing a ... home for TT. Dad, you’re about to spend a lot of money on turning our house into TT’s home away from home. But, Dad, I will come to you if the LA needs help with a rescue.”

“Anytime, Hon, night or day.”

We did a large grocery trip, managing to mostly fill our big chest freezer, our refrigerator, and most of our kitchen cabinets. The trip took nearly two hours, at least partly because Dad was constantly asking whether the girls would like this or that or the other thing. It was a bit touching.

It was lunchtime by the time we’d put everything away, and we worked together to make one of the few meals I thought of as comfort food, a meal that melted me a little even when I was so closed off due to my mother leaving: grilled-cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. Yes, the cheap, condensed soup in a can, but it’s so freaking tasty, particularly when eating a bite of a sandwich I’d dunked into my soup bowl.

Shortly after we cleaned up lunch, the guy from the construction company arrived and introduced himself as John Hardesty.

“I understand you know the Williamses.”

Dad answered, “I don’t. Emma, here, does. She’s spent some time in their compound with their daughters.”

He smiled, then said, “Sometimes, I think those girls run the show. I know Charlie remodeled that second house for those girls.” He smiled more widely at Dad, then looked at me and asked, “Have you spent some time in that house?”

“I have, and you guys did a great job with it. That’s why we wanted to go with you, as we want some aspects very like that house, particularly the huge bathrooms. We support a large passel of girl soccer players like the compound does, so we, now, finally have a reasonable excuse to own this huge house.”

He smiled at me, then said, “Emma ... um, the Emma who works for me ... said you have a tablet with the architectural drawings. Yes? Is that it?”

I handed him the tablet Liya had given me which I’d brought to the door then asked, “Do you want to look that over by yourself or should I hang around in case you have questions?”

“If you’re the one with answers, I’d appreciate you hanging around. Can we sit somewhere so we can look at it together?”

“Sure. Would the couch be okay or would you like a table?”

“A table would be easier.”

“All that’s in here is that little card table; let’s go to the kitchen.”

When Dad asked John if he wanted a drink, he got him the requested glass of water, and the three of us sat at the table and discussed the alterations.

After about 45 minutes, John said, “That’s pretty straightforward. Not all that simple, but straightforward. You know, after we put those two huge bathrooms in that second house in the Williams compound, I thought I’d never see the like again in a private house.”