Chapter 3: Complications

The study date was a real surprise for Misty. Doug did swing by the grocery store while she waited in his car cramming for her history course. At his apartment building, he led her to the apartment unit that he and his mother shared, put the groceries away, quickly started a crock pot dinner for that night, and then led her back downstairs to the pool area of the complex. She thought, ‘OMG, he can cook!’

“It’ll be nicer sitting out here rather than inside,” Doug told her. The two sat at one of the tables used by the apartment complex residents and pulled out their books. Various neighbors walked near them on the way into their units. The pair got a few smiles as he tutored her.

Doug interviewed her to learn what was slowing down her excellence in the

Spanish course. Once he had a feel for her problem areas, he started to help her focus there. They spent an hour together, and then a pretty older woman walked up to the two of them.

Doug stood and smiled warmly, even greeting her with a kiss, “Mom, this is Misty. I’m helping her with Spanish. Misty, this is my mom, Ava.”

After some niceties, the two folded up their study materials and Doug drove Misty home. As he was about to leave, he said, “Hey, want to have lunch again tomorrow? We can do this again tomorrow if you want.”

Misty nodded energetically. “Yes, please.” Inside, her insides were turned to mush over having another study date with a JUNIOR!

“Just save me a seat at lunch if you get there first.”

Two weeks passed like lightning. Misty and Doug had seen each other every day. On the weekend, Misty had Penny at her house after a sleepover, so Doug drove the two of them to Penny’s house after picking them up, and the three studied in the lanai near the Reed’s pool. Since the outing had been planned, the three went swimming and played around in the pool after Doug and Misty declared the tutoring over for the day.

I watched my daughter Penny interacting with Misty and Doug from inside. I’d briefly said hello to them and then made myself scarce. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen Misty and my daughter Penny in their ‘barely-there’ bikinis. I wondered how Doug was handling the excess of exposed flesh. He seemed immune to the effects. I had to admit that he was no slouch in the good looks department; I could tell the girls liked him.

As I watched, I was pleased that this diversion was occurring so publicly in our yard. Our next-door neighbor was even riding around his yard on his lawnmower wearing his Red Sox ball cap and earbuds. I saw him wave to the teens. Penny and I had made love many times on the patio, but only in the dark with almost every light in the house turned off. Afterwards, we’d take an erotic nude swim and then sleep with our arms around each other. Hopefully, our neighbor never saw a thing.

Any neighbors seeing the trio of teens around the house would see what was normal teenage behavior. Hopefully, any suspicions about a father-daughter relationship being anything other than traditional would be long forgotten.

As I watched, I thought that perhaps I, too, should get a playmate that I could show-off to neighbors and friends. There were some company functions coming – picnics and holiday celebrations. While I would prefer to bring Penny, I might do better for our reputations to bring an erstwhile ‘girlfriend’.

My next thought was how to obtain someone like that. A few days later, I asked a couple of the single males at one of my work sites how they found women to date. ‘The Internet’ was the uniform reply. I was given the URLs of three promising websites and my friends explained about what I should put in my profile to make myself sound attractive and date bait. They also helped me by taking a couple of photographs of me outside their building in the Florida sunshine.

That night, Penny helped me establish a presence on ‘datematerial.com’. I answered the site’s one hundred pithy questions that would supposedly help match me with other datable candidates of the female persuasion after my references had been checked. I also paid the registration fee.

After the Internet work had been completed, Penny stripped away our clothing and our father-daughter team made love again on one of the patio chaises before taking a swim in the darkened pool. I loved the fact that we made love every night. Even when Penny had her ‘time of the month’ we did it; neither of us was bothered by the collateral effects of her body.

A few days later over dinner, Penny raised an interesting subject. “Dad, would you have sex with someone you were dating?”

I sat back almost in shock. “I never thought about it, although there were two questions in that area.”

“Well, if you’re going to have a real ‘adult’ girlfriend, you’ll be expected to put the make on her, won’t you? Otherwise, she’ll think you’re gay ... or having an affair with your daughter.” The last part was stated in a teasing tone.

I asked, “What do you think about that?”

Penny said in a matter of fact tone, “I think you should do it. Get and give all the pleasure you can. Just don’t bring any ugly bugs home. You should get yourself tested, too. Having sex with someone else will NOT change how I think about you or hurt our relationship.”

I nodded. As usual, Penny had masterfully addressed a delicate subject and put the matter to rest.

Friday afternoon, Misty got dropped off with her sleeping bag, pillow, schoolbooks, and small suitcase, to stay with us over the weekend while her parents went away for a weekender. We made a thing of getting all her gear into the house and then waving goodbye. Fortunately, they tooted their car horn as they left, leaving the three of us waving to them.

Misty sighed, made a sweeping gesture around to the house, and then laughed. “See Folks, this is just a normal teenage sleepover. Nothing else going on here but a play date for the teenagers.” Penny and Misty retreated to her bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later, I heard their chatter as they passed through the house on the way to the pool area. There was still a lot of sunlight and the beauties planned on adding to their tans. That was all well and good except when I looked out at them from my home office window, they were stretched out on adjacent chaises and they were both nude – NUDE!

I about lost it. I stared the way no father should stare at his daughter or her best friend. Misty was a little bustier than Penny, but I could also see that she’d carefully manicured her crop of brown pubic hair into a very attractive little landing strip of fur. She also had a jiggle factor to her boobs so that whenever she moved, they did too and they kept moving for a few seconds after she stopped. I got a hard-on.

I thought about the neighbors. The ones on our east side were never home; they lived in Manhattan and rarely came to stay at their house. The couple on our west side was away again for an indefinite period. Heck, Penny was watching their house and even knew their schedule. No wonder the girls felt ‘safe’ being exposed so glaringly in our backyard.

Somehow, I forced myself to prepare dinner. An hour later, the bathing beauties trooped through the kitchen on the way back to Penny’s room, naked and only carrying their towels and bikinis. I watched them start to parade by; I couldn’t not look. I guess I had lechery in my heart.

Misty stopped by me and then put her arm around my neck. She instigated a kiss with me that was serious and romantic. I kissed back. She took one of my hands and put it on a breast as our second kiss started. Her nipple got erect. When that kiss ended, I looked at Penny and backed away from Misty. Penny was smiling and I thought the motivator for what just happened. I was in more trouble than two minutes earlier.

We did dinner in front of the TV as we watched a chick flick on Netflix. The girls had at least put on opaque t-shirts. I cleaned up the dinner dishes and then went into my home office off the kitchen. I could still hear the girls tittering along with the television sound. By then, I’d dismissed Misty’s kiss as teasing and provocative, but nothing further. The girls were obviously teasing me something fierce. I heard them go back upstairs after the movie ended.

About ten o’clock, Penny called downstairs to me. “Dad, we need you upstairs ... with an open mind.”

I wondered what that was about. I closed up downstairs, and went up. The two of them were naked again, and lying on my bed. I ended up frozen at the door to the room. The lights were off, only a few candles were lit, soft music was playing, and the room smelled like jasmine. This was Penny’s idea of a romantic environment.

Penny got off the bed and came to me. She pushed her naked body against me and kissed me as she unbuttoned my shirt. “We have what I think is a very enjoyable favor to ask of you, for which we will both be eternally grateful.”

I must have nodded or acknowledged hearing her.

“We want you to make love with Misty.”

“Ooooooh, now, wait,” I started. “This is NOT a good idea for about a thousand reasons.”

I lost all those arguments out of the starting gate.

Misty and Doug had passed second base as the analogy goes, and were rapidly heading for third and home plate. Misty didn’t want to be a virgin when they finally made love and she had no real idea what happened on third base.

Moreover, she also wanted to show me how much she loved ME! Adding sex to the love we already shared was her best way to do that, she’d decided. Further, there was also to be some educational demonstrations that my daughter would provide to her friend.

Misty casually announced that she had two boyfriends and wanted to be having sex with both of them: Doug and me. I sputtered a lot. I weakly tried to object, but the two of them stripped my clothes away as I suffered a thousand kisses. I doubt any heterogeneous male could say no to two gorgeous teens, naked, and both fondling his cock and balls as they kissed him with genuine love.

I looked at Penny for reprieve. She smiled and said, “I’ll be here, too. This’ll be really okay and good. We can both make love to her, and to you, and then the two of you to me. I think this is so sweet.”

My daughter removed the last of my clothes. Misty was suddenly in my arms, our naked bodies pressing against each other as our passion grew, and our lips were pressed together and our tongues fully engaged. Most of my uncertainty vanished.

Penny steered us back four steps to the bed. I found myself surprised when I saw that both of us were latched onto one of Misty’s jiggly breasts, sucking the nipples up to a high voltage state of excitement. As I toyed with the breast with my mouth, my right hand was also busy stroking around Misty’s wet slit. She was oozing girl juice from her body faster than Niagara Falls.