Chapter 4: Leah

Aaahhh! That beer tastes good! It is unusually hot for late May and the beer is going down easy. My daughter Lacey is 14 and wanted to try softball for the first time this year. She is not very good but having fun with new friends. I watch as she weakly pops up a pitch for an easy out.

Next up to bat is Leah. Ohhh Leah! Most of the other dads watch every step Leah makes. It’s hard to believe she is only 14. Her mom is white and her dad is Lebanese so she has a dark olive skin complexion with long black hair and dark eyes. Absolutely beautiful. Her face looks like an innocent fourteen year old girl but from the neck down she developed fast and A LOT! Leah already has a DD chest with hips and ass to match. The first time she came to bat this year the guy sitting next to me goes “Jesus Christ I feel sorry for her parents.” Meaning every hard dick at her school will be after her for the next few years. In her tight jersey and softball pants she hits a grounder to third base and starts running it out. Fuck, her huge tits and great ass bounce as she is trying her best to beat the throw but is out.

Leah’s mom is a few seats from me yelling encouragement to her daughter. God how did Leah come from her? Mom is about 40 but looks over 50 and is not attractive at all. But somehow she produced a daughter who is the lustful jailbait of grown men.

After the game which my daughter’s team lost, we are all at the concession stand. Parents are buying the girls treats and a bunch of us dads are having a beer for the road. Half of us try to hide our thoughts and eyes sneaking glances at young Leah. God if she were legal she could make a fortune as a stripper or in porn.

Lacey and Leah became quick BFFs. Leah was at our house a lot all summer. Sleep overs, movies, a trip to Six Flags, BBQs, trips to the mall. I had to avoid my wife catching me drooling over a 14 year old girl for months.

School year has started and Lacey is starting freshman year. How did she go from my little baby to High School this fast. Just yesterday we were being bringing her home from the hospital happy as can be but also so worried to be in charge of this delicate little being. My wife turned out to be the best mom ever and my heart melts whenever I see daddy’s little girl. But Lacey is not so little anymore and the normal dad worries about boys and other teenage trappings run through my mind.

My daughter and Leah were very close friends. School everyday, on the phone or texting constantly, hanging out on the weekends. My wife and I were always running them here and there for movies, trips to the mall, etc. Leah got to be part of the family. If I came from work and she was having dinner with us or spending the night it was no surprise.

It was a little bit of torture though. Leah would spend the night and she wouldn’t think anything of running around in her short tshirt she slept in with no bra or sitting on the couch and her shirt would ride up to expose her panties slightly. Her big chest would bounce freely with no bra holding them down. God help me this is not easy. I felt ashamed looking at a high school freshman and thinking what I did but the way she was built, no man couldn’t think the same.

Halloween came and the girls were invited to a party. I was driving them so I get to Leah’s. She comes out in a sexy pirate girls outfit obviously made for an adult. Short skirt, very low cut top and tall high heeled leather boots. Jesus did her parents know about this? She struts to the car looking like a stripper coming on stage.

Under my breath I say “oh my god.”

My daughter says “what?”

“Nothing honey.”

Besides lusting after a 14 year old things were pretty normal until one day right before Thanksgiving. I walk in the door from work and Lacey and Leah are on the couch. My daughter has her arm around her and Lesg is crying.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“My parents are getting divorced” Leah says through tears.

I sit next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. Leah buries her head in my chest and cries. I’m such an asshole, all I can think about is her big tit touching me.

“I’m sorry honey. Everything will work out” I tell her.

“Thanks Mr. Adam’s. Can I stay here tonight? You guys are like my second family and I don’t want to go home in case they are arguing.”

“You are welcome here anytime you want.”

Leah didn’t take that lightly. From then on she practically lived with us.

Her dad moved out and her mom worked a lot of hours so she didn’t want to be home alone all the time. So now the torture got worse. She would take a shower and walk out with just a towel wrapped around her. The girls would be laying in the couch watching TV and Leah had on short shorts exposing her soft olive toned thighs and a tight top with no bra highlighting her big boobs and semi hard nipples. For the first time is ages I went in the bathroom and beat off just to relieve the pressure.

Afterward feeling so guilty. SHE’S 14!

We’re back at the softball field the following spring. The girls are now 15. Leah’s dad is sitting next to me.

“I know how much time Leah spends at your house. Is she an inconvenience?”

“No she is always welcome. She’s a great girl and Lacey loves having her around. Like a sister she never had.”

“Well if you ever get tired of her bugging you let me know please. It’s been rough on her and you have been a big help. I owe you one.”

All I could think of was him killing me if he knew what I was really thinking about his daughter.

Leah spent a lot of the summer with us. We went to Six Flags and rode the log flume getting soaked. Leah’s white tshirt turned see through showing off her bra and hard nipples from the cold water. As we exited the ride every boy and man we passed looked at her almost drooling. She noticed and put her arms across her chest to hide them. “God I wish they would quit staring at them!” She complained. She knew they wouldn’t and started wearing baggy shirts and even sweatshirts when it was hot to hide her huge assets in public. My daughter hadn’t really started to develop yet and told her she was lucky she wasn’t flat like her.

“I wish I had a lot less” Leah told her.

My uncle had a big boat at the lake and offers to let us use it on vacation. Leah of course went with us. We packed a big cooler of food and drinks for the day and set out cruising. When the late morning sun was bright and hot the girls decided to get some sun.

Leah removed her sweatshirt and shorts and I about died. Her bikini underneath was unbelievably too small for her. Tiny bottoms that barely covers her crotch and fine ass and a top the did very little to cover her huge tits.

“Leah you should have worn a different suit” my wife tells her.

“Why, it’s just the family.”

Pulling up to get some gas in the boat there was a young tan boy working on the dock. He reached down to grab a rope and when he stood he was just feet away from Leah. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he couldn’t take his eyes off her chest. Leah quickly put her sweatshirt back on to hide.

“I hate boys sometimes” she complained to Lacey.

I’m driving the boat over waves and I can see the girls sunbathing. Leah has taken off her sweatshirt and every bounce of the boat sends her tits bouncing everywhere. Dear god this isn’t fair. Putting a treat this close to me that I can’t touch is sheer torture.