Chapter 1

There was a knock at the door. Then the doorbell rang. I was busy in my home office working on an important presentation for later in the week and didn’t feel like breaking my concentration by answering the door. So, I ignored it.

The doorbell rang again and again. This was followed by a light pounding on the door. Whoever it was, they weren’t giving up. Again, the doorbell rang. My focus completely broken now, I decided I might as well answer it.

I was surprised to open the door to find my daughter’s friend, Tracey, standing there. Tracey was a plain Jane looking girl. But, she had a killer body. Very similar to my daughter, she stood about five foot six, weighed maybe 125 pounds, and possessed an amazing pair of tits. Just like my daughter, Kim, they were a full size C cup. Her tits stood proud and firm, well rounded and inviting to the touch. I knew from past experience that if she turned around, her ass would be as alluring as Kim’s. The girls were so similar in build and size that they often shared clothes.

Tracey was looking a little nervous.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Umm ... uh ... well ... um ... can I talk to you for a couple minutes?”

“Sure,” I said. “What’s up?”

Tracey looked over her shoulder nervously and stammered, “Um ... um ... can I come inside?”

“I guess,” I said. Tracey brushed past me and walked directly to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. I sat on the big, comfortable chair in the livingroom. Sort of facing her, I noticed Tracey’s clothing for the first time. She was wearing an extremely short denim skirt. It was more like a belt than a skirt. Her top was tight and snuggled into her tits.

“So, again, what’s up?”

Tracey’s response was more stammering. “Umm, um, uhhh...”

“Tracey”, I said, I’m kind of short on time here. I’m working from my home office today. So spit it out.”

“Well, umm, I had an accident yesterday?” Her statement ended on a questioning note.

“A car accident?” I asked. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m okay”, she said. “But there is a huge dent in the car. And, my parents are going to kill me.”

I knew all about Tracey’s parents from my daughter, Kim. They took care of Tracey financially by providing her free rent and utilities in the basement apartment just a few houses away from us. They paid for her schooling and books as well. But, they didn’t want to spoil her or give her a free ride, so she needed to provide for her own spending money. Tracey worked at a local pizza parlour for her spending money.

I couldn’t imagine her making me much more than minimum wage so, even though she worked twenty or twenty five hours weekly, there was no way she could have much in terms of savings. I could feel a loan request coming up.

“No insurance on the car,” I asked.

“Not collision,” she said.

“How much is it going to cost to repair?”

More stammering. Tracey told me it would be about five hundred bucks.

“And how do you plan to come up with the money?” I asked.

A lot more stammering before, finally, the words just flowed out in a rush. “Well, yeah, umm ... um ... uh ... I was hoping you could lend it to me. I can pay you back. I’ll give you fifty dollars every payday.”

I tried not to smile. I knew I was going to lend her the money but I didn’t want to make it too easy on her. I stared at her. Tracey stared at the floor. I looked her up and down while the opportunity presented itself. From her long smooth legs, I looked up to the hem of the skirt she was wearing and further upward to her lovely tits, and finally to her face. She was chewing on her lip while continuing to stare at the floor.

“Okay, Tracey,” I said.

She looked up and let out an excited squeal. She threw herself at me in order to give me a big hug. Tracey inadvertently squished her amazing tits against my chest. I wrapped my arms around Tracey to return the hug. She was wriggling all about and soon my hands were on that taut young ass of hers.

Tracey tried to give me a kiss on the cheek but ended up hitting the side of my mouth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she repeated before leaning down to kiss me again and this time Tracey must have aimed as the kiss was fully on my mouth. I was still caressing her ass when her tongue invaded my mouth.

Not wanting to but having to, I pulled back from her lips and let go of her ass. “Tracey, you’re welcome but let me up.”

She had a somewhat bewildered look on her face and rushing blood flow was causing her to blush. “I’ll make out the cheque to the body shop,” I said. “What is the name and what is the exact cost going to be?”

Back on the couch now, Tracey delved into her purse and pulled out an estimate, handing it to me. It was $500 exactly including parts, labour, and taxes. “I’ll be right back,” I said as I went down the hall to my office. I sat in my chair, my back to the door and my desk facing the window. I was writing out the details when I felt Tracey leaning across my back, putting her hands on my chest and giving me kisses on the next. Each kiss was separated by a thank you. Gradually she worked her way around to my mouth again. I peered around her arms and finished writing the cheque and pulling it out of the cheque ledger.

I held the cheque up and Tracey took it from my hands. Straightening up, she spun my office chair around to face her and she sat on my lap. She leaned back in and started a new round of French kissing. My hands were back on Tracey’s ass fully enjoying themselves. Because of her positioning, her skirt had ridden up and my hands were rubbing on her panties and whatever area of her ass was not covered by the panties.

Tracey leaned back and told me again how much she appreciated my help. My eyes were coming back up to look in hers when I was distracted by the view down her top. Almost fully exposed to her nipples I admired them wanting to reach up and grab them.

Just then, the front door was opened and my daughter Kim announced her arrival. Tracey was standing up rearranging her clothes when Kim came into the office. Tracey squealed and ran to Kim to give her a big hug. She was so excited at sharing her news with Kim that they both were hugging and squealing.

Once they were calmed down, Kim said to me, “Thank you, Daddy! I told her to ask you!”

Giving up on my office work, I invited the girls to Red Lobster for an early dinner. On the way there, we stopped at the body shop to drop off the cheque and for Tracey to sign the work order. It was a pleasant evening with lots of joking and laughter.

Returning home, I asked Tracey if she was coming in to spend time with Kim or wanted to go home. Even though it was just a few houses away and we lived in a safe neighbourhood, I always walked Tracey home. She said goodnight to Kim and told her to call in the morning.

Standing in front of the side door of the house, the entrance to Tracey’s apartment, I waited for her to unlock the door and go in. She asked me if I wanted to come in. This was a first. I hesitated quite briefly but decided to forego the opportunity and said goodnight and turned to leave.

I heard Tracey behind me say, “You’re so good to me, Rick. I absolutely adore you”. Glancing over my shoulder I saw the door closing behind Tracey.

Almost a week had passed and I was walking up the street to the coffee shop in the little plaza. I often wandered up there for an evening cup of coffee and to read my latest book for a while. I went there for the coffee rather than brewing it at home since they brewed up a fine tasting decaf. Much better than I could make at home.

I was heading towards the exit when I noticed Tracey entering.

“Hi, Rick”, she said. “I was looking for you. Kim told me I could find you here.”

“What’s up?” I asked. “Not another accident I hope.”

“No, no, no,” responded Tracey, “but I need to speak with you. How about I buy us some coffee and donuts and we can go back to my house to talk about this. Kim knows I was going to ask you so she won’t be concerned if you don’t go straight home.”

“Donuts! Yes!” I exclaimed. “Make the coffee decaf, please. Do you want me to pay for it?”

“Nope,” said Tracey as she walked up to the counter to place our order. I was amused that she ordered a dozen donuts to go. Donuts were my weakness. I chuckled aloud accepting the fact that Tracey knew this and ordered appropriately. Kim had a big mouth sharing my Achilles Heel with Tracey.