Chapter 2

Saturday morning, Dad knocked on the door to wake us. He didn’t come in, though. He never does. He likes to let me have my privacy. That was a good thing, because Chelsea and I were both naked and cuddled together and we’d kicked off the covers sometime in the night. I told him we’d be out in a few minutes and he told us he’d have our breakfast ready when we came down. I swatted Chelsea’s butt lightly on my way to the bathroom, where I peed and washed my hands.

Back in the bedroom, Chelsea was sitting on the bed rubbing her eyes and trying to wake up while I was pulling on the long tee I had pulled off the night before. She was in the bathroom when I left and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Dad was just putting a plate of bacon on the counter when I walked in. I hugged him and kissed his cheek just like always. When he sniffed and made that ‘yum’ sound like he’d just smelled something wonderful, that’s when I realized I should have washed my face. Before I could pull away, he licked my cheek and got a taste of Chelsea’s dried pussy juices.

Chelsea came in just then and headed right for Dad, giving him a hug and bravely planting a little kiss right on his lips. She squealed when Dad pulled her even tighter into a hug and licked her face, too. Then he winked at me. My pussy clenched as I realized my Dad had just tasted my pussy juices off my girlfriend’s face and was letting me know he liked it.

Chelsea, being Chelsea, was turned on by getting her cheek licked like that. I could see the pink blush rising up her neck while her nipples were making tents in her t-shirt. And speaking of tents, Dad was starting one of his own in his sleep pants. He caught us looking and turned around to concentrate on cooking breakfast. Chelsea really enjoyed looking at Dad’s butt while he stood at the stove, and I have to admit I watched him, too.

Over breakfast, we started talking about what we wanted to do for the day and Dad mentioned that the condo association pool was going to open today. We didn’t need to hear any more choices for our entertainment. We did have to run over to Chelsea’s house and pick up her bikini and a coverup. I still had my bikini here from last summer and I haven’t grown much since I last wore it. I should be good.

Dad had some errands to run, like a short grocery trip, so he suggested we get all our running around done before lunch, then grab lunch somewhere and come back for an afternoon at the pool. Motion seconded, all in favor say, ‘aye,’ and we had a plan for the day. He had a plan for dinner later. I know what Chelsea and I wanted for dessert, or maybe a bedtime snack.

“I’ll deal with the dishes here,” Dad said when we were finished with breakfast. “You two get cleaned up and dressed, I’ll do the same and we’ll try to be out the door in, say, forty-five minutes?”

“An hour,” Chelsea and I said at the same time. Dad just laughed.

“Jordan licked my face after I kissed him,” Chelsea squealed once we were up in my room, “do you think he knows he was tasting your pussy?”

“He winked at me after he did it,” I laughed. “Plus, he licked my cheek right before you came downstairs, and he made that, ‘yum’ sound when he did.”

“He knows we were eating each other’s pussies,” she gasped.

“And he seemed to like the idea,” I added. “Girly-girl, I think tonight’s plan is a done deal.”

We stripped off our t-shirts and got in the shower together, shampooing each other’s hair and scrubbing each other’s bodies, playing with each other’s sexy bits. We didn’t stay too long since it would take a while to get my hair dry and Dad would be waiting on us. After we toweled each other dry, I let Chelsea go first with the hair dryer. Her hair’s shorter than mine. Then she started getting dressed while I dried my hair. She came back to do a minimal bit of makeup — mascara and some lip gloss — while I got dressed, then I did a little makeup and we were ready to go.

Dad was just coming out of his bedroom at the other end of the hall as we stepped out of my room. He gave us a little wolf whistle to let us know he liked what he saw. I was wearing a dark gray skirt and a navy blue tank top with an unbuttoned white shirt over it, while Chelsea had on denim bib-overall shorts with a dark green t-shirt. She looks so hot in green it should be against the law. Dad had on khaki slacks and a black polo that made him look really handsome.

Chelsea and I claimed the back seat for the trip. Our first stop was the ATM to get Dad some cash and then we did his weekly grocery shopping. Not super exciting but it was a chance to hang out with Daddy and my BFF at the same time. He was flirting with both of us and we were giving it right back to him. My panties were getting soaked and Chelsea’s probably were, too. She had that pink flush going that she gets when she’s turned on. Dad wasn’t immune, either. He had a tent starting in his khakis that let us both know how he felt about us. I couldn’t wait until Chelsea and I were in our bikinis out by the pool with him.

Good thing I was thinking about the bikinis while we were shopping. I made sure Dad got some sunscreen. We needed it to protect our skin for this first swimwear outing of the year. I grabbed two kinds, regular for me and Dad and some SPF9000 for Chelsea. Dad also grabbed a big pack of toilet paper.

“I always seem to be out of toilet paper after Kelsey stays with me,” he joked, “and with two ladies around for the weekend, it pays to be sure.”

I gave him my ‘mean look’ and he grinned at me. “It’s a fact of life, daughter of mine,” he said, “all a guy has to do most of the time is shake it off. A girl has to wipe every time.” Chelsea’s pink glow of horniness went about three shades darker when he talked about shaking his dick. It’s something I’d like to see, too. Well, not the peeing so much, just the shaking.

We finished our shopping, checked out and loaded our haul in the car. Dad pulled into the garage and the three of us got everything out of the car and into the kitchen in one trip. It didn’t take long to put everything away, including the gigantic pack of toilet paper he told me to put in my bathroom. I grumbled about it, but discovered there was only one roll still left in there, so I forgave him.

Dad said the trip to where he wanted to eat lunch would take a little time, so we piled back in the car and he drove us out of town to a place on the side of the road that he’d heard had great barbecue. If the number of cars and pickups in the parking lot of such a little place was anything to judge by then we were in for a treat. The sign read, “Bill and Mary’s Tavern,” but dad said they discovered years ago they made more money selling barbecue than they did on beer, but they kept the name. Yes, there was beer available, but that makes sense, lots of people like it with barbecue.

I made the strategic decision to leave my white shirt in the car, which turned out to be the right thing to do. Eating barbecue can’t be done neatly. They had rolls of paper towels on each table and I swear we used most of one by the time we were done with lunch. Dad ordered us the family sampler, which they said would serve four people. When I pointed out that there were only three of us, Dad said he planned on having leftovers to take for lunch next week.

When they brought it out to us, I knew he’d have lunches for several days. There was a big pile of pulled pork and a mound of sausages alongside a huge rack of ribs. Then there were the sides, beans, coleslaw, mac and cheese, and fries. It was all delicious and we all ate too much. Lying in the sun by the pool might be all we had the strength to do for a few hours. We had less left over than I thought we would. It was so tasty it was easy to eat a lot, and Chelsea always surprises me with how much she can eat.

We had to stop by Chelsea’s house on the way back to the condo. Dad waited in the car while we girls went in and got what we needed. I talked her into taking her blue string bikini, she can scrunch the cloth up on the top so it’s just wide enough to cover her nips, and she can get most of the way to a thong by scrunching the cloth on the bottom, but she can spread the cloth out, top and bottom, to cover more if someone gets all pissy about her showing so much. We grabbed a mid-thigh length robe she likes to use as a coverup so we’d be decent walking to and from the pool. We also grabbed her some more panties. She was already down to her last clean pair this morning.

I still had my white bikini at Dad’s condo. It’s somewhere in between the range of decency and indecency that Chelsea’s could do. I’ve worn it at that pool before and never been hassled. I still had a coverup, too, so we were good to go. I could’ve used some more clean panties, but such is life. We were back in the car and headed to the condo in no time. I told Daddy it might take us a little while to get ready since it’s the first bikini of the season and trimming will be necessary.

Chelsea needed more trimming than me. I keep my pussy lips bare with a landing strip on top, so I was OK, but Chelsea keeps a bigger triangle of hair above her shaved lips. Maybe she likes to prove she’s really a redhead and that she’s not ten years old. If she shaved it all off, nobody would believe she’s fifteen. The biggest bit of trimming Chelsea needed was to lower the top of her bush. We also checked each other and took care of any stray hairs around our crotches that might show in the skimpy suits. We both put on our coverups, leaving the ‘big reveal’ for when we got to the pool.

Dad was waiting for us in the kitchen, wearing baggy trunks, a t-shirt and sandals. “Almost ready,” he told us, “just need to put some drinkage and snackage in the cooler. Would you grab some towels, Kelsey?”

I ran back upstairs for the big towels Dad keeps for going to the pool, plus some other towels to dry off with if we actually get in the water. By the time I was back in the kitchen, Dad had a small cooler packed and another bag with our sunscreen and snacks in it. He grabbed his keys and we walked over to the pool that’s part of this group of condos.

The only people there were a couple of older ladies, maybe in their fifties, sunning themselves. This condo complex doesn’t have a lot little kids or teenagers. It’s mostly young couples just starting out or people headed for retirement living here. The women waved to Dad like they knew him.

We claimed a set of lounge chairs and spread our big towels out on them, located the sunscreen and got ready to catch some rays. That meant taking off our coverups, and yes, we made sure Daddy was watching us while we did that. Chelsea undid the tie on her robe and let it fall open a couple inches. Dad got a view of a blue string across Chelsea’s chest and a little blue triangle at the top of her thighs before she shrugged the robe off. The two small blue triangles covered her boobs were only a couple inches wide at the bottom, leaving just enough cloth to cover her nipples. She acted like she was unaware Dad was watching every movement and soaking up the sight of my BFF’s nearly naked form. She folded her robe, then turned to put it on the lounger.

I could hear Dad suck in a breath when he saw the back of Chelsea’s suit. I’d helped her scrunch the blue fabric until it was nearly a thong and most of her cute little white butt cheeks were hanging out. She played it up, bending over to put down her robe, you could almost see her asshole peeking out behind the narrow strip of cloth as it passed under her crotch. I glanced sideways at Dad and I could see the beginning of a tent in his trunks.

My turn was next. My coverup had snaps to hold it closed, so I started popping those open starting at the bottom, letting the material sway and give Dad little flashes of my white suit. I opened it up to reveal the whole front and then turned around and shrugged it off my shoulders, letting it drop down to the middle of my back before I pulled one arm out of its sleeve and let the coverup fall to the side and reveal my butt to him. Like I described, my bikini is in the middle of the range of modesty Chelsea’s suit could do. Hers, right now, was way more revealing than mine but my suit still left a lot of cheek on display.

I folded up my coverup and bent down to put it on my lounger before I turned back toward Dad. He was still standing there, a towel over one arm, a cooler in the other hand and a tent in his swim trunks. I turned to Chelsea and winked. It was time for the next phase in our plan. Chelsea and I stretched out, face down, on our loungers and I asked Dad if he’d mind putting sunscreen on us. He said he’d be glad to do it.

“Do Chelsea first, Dad,” I told him, with the extra meaning implied, “and use the strong stuff. She burns real easy.”

Dad dug around in the bag and found the sunblock, then crouched down next to Chelsea and started rubbing the lotion into her skin, starting with her shoulders and slowly working down. Chelsea was making appreciative little sounds, as his strong hands massaged her. I watched with half-closed eyes as he moved down her back until he got to the edge of her bikini bottoms. He hesitated for a second and skipped down to rub the cream onto her legs.

“You need to do my bottom, too, Jordan,” Chelsea said in a little girl voice when he’d finished her legs. “You don’t want me to burn there and not be able to sit down.”

Dad sighed and poured more of the sunscreen in his palm. Rubbing his hands together, he gently placed both hands on my friend’s cute little ass and quickly rubbed her cheeks to spread the lotion. Chelsea moaned a little louder to let him know she liked the feeling of his hands on her butt.

“Can you do me next, Daddy?” I asked.

He moved over next to me and coated me with my less powerful sunscreen, working it into the skin of my shoulders and upper arms before coating my back and sides and working his way down. I noticed he was careful not to linger on the sides of my breasts. I was making little happy sounds like Chelsea had done and then sighed in frustration when he skipped my ass cheeks and went straight to coating my legs. I spread my legs just a little so he could put a little sunscreen on the insides of my thighs — and also to give him a glimpse of that spot where my bikini covered my pussy.

“Can you do my butt, too, Daddy?” I asked, hoping his brain would attach a few other meanings to my request. He put sunscreen on the exposed lower halves of my cheeks but he was way to quick doing it. Oh, well ... I tried.

When he was done, Chelsea asked him if he wanted us to do him, but he said he was going to swim for a while first. I watched him walk toward the water with a towel held strategically in front of him to hide his erection.

“Did you see, Kelsey?” my bestie whispered. “Your dad got hard rubbing sunscreen on your butt.”

“He started to get hard when you took off your robe,” I giggled. “It’s you that’s making him horny. I’m just collateral damage.”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, “or maybe not.”

“Time to roll over, Kels,” my bestie told me a few minutes later. “Looks like we’ll have to do our own sunscreen this time. Jordan is still swimming.”

“We could do each other, but those ladies on the other side of the pool might get upset,” I giggled.

“Or they’d want us to oil them up,” Chelsea snorted. “Eww.”

We sat up and put sunscreen on our fronts, starting with the face, the shoulders and arms, and down from there. Just as we were getting to our lower legs and feet, and sitting in unladylike poses, Dad came strolling up, toweling himself dry. His eyes darted back and forth between Chelsea’s crotch and mine. That pesky erection started to grow again and he sat down with the towel in his lap to hide it.

“Have a good swim, Dad?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, “it feels good to swim in the sunshine.”

“If you’re ready for some sunscreen, we can do you,” I offered. Emphasizing ‘do’ just a little. “Sit right there. I can do your back and Chelsea can get the front.”

I squeezed some of my sunscreen out on my palm and handed the tube to Chelsea, reminding her to do his face and ears, then started massaging the lotion onto Dad’s neck and shoulders. Chelsea was standing right in front of Dad, her barely-covered little titties just above eye level as she began coating his face and ears with sunscreen. I made quick work of his back and started on his arms while Chelsea took her time with his chest and stomach. Leaning down to reach his stomach brought her boobies dangerously close to Dad’s face.

Then Chelsea dropped down to a squat between Dad’s knees and started working sunscreen onto his legs. That position had to give her a perfect view of the erection she, or maybe we, were giving him with our slick hands. She covered what she could reach of his legs and then stood up again.

“Stretch out on your front, Jordan,” she told him, “and I’ll get the backs of your thighs.”

I’m sure he was glad to lay face down. His cock was standing proud in his trunks when he turned to stretch out on the lounger. Chelsea quickly coated the backs of his legs with the sunscreen and then she and I stretched out on our loungers, on our backs, and let the warm spring sunshine soak in. She reminded Dad and me when it was time to turn over and, as I rolled onto my front, I saw Dad stretching out on his back. His boner had gone down. That’s OK, we can give him another one later.

“I think Chelsea’s had enough sun, Dad,” I said after a while, “even that total sunblock won’t be enough.”

“I’ll stay here for a little longer,” Dad said. “I brought two sets of keys so you can lock up behind you when you go in.”

On impulse, I leaned down and kissed his cheek on my way by. Chelsea had to up the game and gave him a kiss, too, only hers was on his lips. We didn’t stay to see if his boner came back.

Up in the condo, we stripped off the bikinis and took a shower together, playing a little because teasing Dad got us both horny. Then we dried each other off and had more fun spreading moisturizer on each other. Chelsea was only a little pink from her time in the sun, so she was probably OK. Then it was time to put some clothes on. It was just shorts and tank tops. We both put on panties, but I was the only one who put on a bra. We had just walked down to the kitchen to grab a soda from the fridge when Dad came up the stairs. We offered him a soda but he said he wanted to get a shower first.