Chapter 3: Reunion & Consummation

It’s been three weeks since I drove Terri and Gina back to college, and now I’m driving up to the University for a long weekend – maybe three nights – with my daughter. And with Gina, of course!

I hoped.

And while I’m driving, I’m thinking. I’m really anxious to see Gina and Terri again, of course, and for Gina and me to spend as much quality “us time” together as we can. But I also find myself thinking about ... about my “situation,” I guess you could say.

In the span of a few days – six, I think, though to be honest, I’ve lost track of time – I went from being a dad and a widower who hadn’t had any interest in women or a single sexual thought in over four years, to finding myself “involved” with a beautiful, intelligent woman who is, first, my daughter’s age; second, my daughter’s college roommate; and third, having a “body type” that many (most?) people would regard as being “abnormal,” maybe even a disability or a defect.

And I’ve had to reconcile all these facts. And I realize – I have zero problems with her ... with Gina’s “stature.” Within a day of meeting her – and certainly since we’ve begun sexually – I don’t even see... “it.” Seriously. This is not some self-aggrandizing assertion of my enlightened moral sensibilities. After the first day around her, she became – she is – Gina. And that’s who I see, and that’s what I see – a person – Gina.

But the physical thing is there – and let’s not pretend that it isn’t. Gina’s nifty little body works just fine for me! On the other hand, I’m not so naive as to believe that that’s how the rest of the world sees her. I know now, for certain, that I will never be self-conscious about being with Gina, or what people will think of me (like that matters!). But I don’t know if I can handle the impact that these insensitivities, or even downright cruelty, could have on Gina.

As usual, it was Terri who had to set me straight.

“Dad, it’s not your responsibility to protect Gina. Gina and her family have lived with people like that all her life. There’s not a thing you can do about those people, and only Gina can protect Gina. And trust me, Dad, she can. She’s stronger than you can ever imagine.”

My daughter was right – again. Still, it surprises me how much I’ve become concerned about the happiness of someone I barely knew just a few days ago.

And if there are some people who can’t handle that – fuck ‘em.

ALSO, I need to apologize here. There’s something else that happened over that spring break week that I neglected to tell you about. When I told you about how Gina and I got together, and about our first nights together when my daughter Terri invited her to stay with us over college spring break...

Well, I didn’t quite tell you everything about our “getting to know each other” days – and nights.

It was later in the week, one of the last days the girls were there with me, and Gina and I thought we might sneak in a little early morning delight. Gina was on top, riding what I thought was a splendid morning woody, when Terri burst into the room.

Of course, I was totally taken aback, by the surprise, and by Terri’s flagrant lack of consideration. Or so I thought. Terri came over to where we were ... were fucking and took Gina’s shoulder and sort of guided-pulled her off me, saying “Hey – I’m not gonna be the only person in this house who isn’t getting fucked!” Then she glared at me. “What? You think I should stay all alone in my cubicle like some kind of nun while you two are fucking all over the house? C’mon, get off my dad and let me have a crack at that fine dick you’ve been raving about.”

Fine dick? Raving about??

The thing is, the way Gina went along with Terri’s orders, without even the slightest pretense of resistance, I’m pretty sure the two of them had this ... this outrageous turn of events all planned out in advance.

And it was – is – outrageous. Let’s face it – we’re talking incest here! But in light of how we – all three of us – got to this place, it’s understandable, at least, sort of. My daughter basically pimped-out her college roommate to me – and me to her college roommate. She has blithely wandered in and out of our room while Gina and I have been ... making love. So perhaps it’s not so surprising that things have gone in this direction, and that they’ve gotten to this point.

And by “this point,” I mean my daughter kneeling over me, straddling my groin, taking my cock, still hard from being inside Gina just a few moments ago, and putting it against the juicy opening of her pussy – and sitting down on it, taking it three-quarters of the way inside her in a single lunge. I pushed up to meet her, and now I’m completely inside my daughter. Our pubes are mashed together and she is riding up and down on me.

My daughter is riding my cock. I love how that sounds. It’s such a deliciously dirty expression. And as my cock slides in and out through the warm, slippery lining of her tight young cunt, I figure “What the hell. I didn’t force her or trick her – or even seduce her – into this. And Terri’s attitude suggests that this won’t be the only time that this sort of “familiarity” is going to happen with the three of us.

And she is attractive – very attractive. And I do love my daughter...

And as I lay there on my back, looking up at my attractive – my hot – daughter, and her long blond hair, and with my hands grasping her breasts – her tits – and rolling the hard coral-colored nipples between my fingers, and her skewering her tight pussy on my stiff cock, I realized...

... for the first time in more than four years, I found myself horny. Really horny.

So, as usual, I first had to find a place to park, then buzz them from the lobby, then up to their room – their ‘suite.’ Then the knock and the door opening and my daughter pasting herself all over me, genuinely happy that her old Dad was here.

God, I love my daughter!

Terri took my hand and dragged me in and kissed and hugged me again and told me that Gina was out running some last-minute errands and asked if I’d like something to drink. I went to the bathroom to freshen up from the drive, and by the time I came out Terri had two glasses of diet iced tea poured for us. We took our teas and sat in their little love-seat sized couch – not very large, but big enough for two people to sit comfortably and watch TV or listen to music – or talk.

My daughter told me about how her classes were going, and how the project she worked on over spring break got her an A–, “but it was still the highest grade in the class!” And the prank two girls played on another girl. And how another one of the girls in the dorm lost her mother to cancer last week.

“Dad, you know you’re welcome to stay here with us in the suite, but I thought that maybe for this weekend you and Gina might want a little more space, so I made a reservation for you at the Concord Lake Inn.”

When Terri told me this a bunch of thoughts came to my mind. First, of course, was that the Concord Lake Inn is a beautiful hotel, and there probably isn’t a room in the place that’s just “ordinary.” Second, the thought – a whole weekend with Gina, in our own place!

And third – how wonderful my daughter is, wanting this weekend to be special for her dad and her best friend. I thanked Terri, for thinking of making the reservations for us – and for caring so much about us, about Gina and me.

But Terri wasn’t finished. After telling me about the reservation at the Inn, there was something else she was dying to tell me about.

“Y’know, Dad, Gina’s a lot different since we got back from break – and by ‘back from spring break’ I mean ‘since she spent a bunch of nights in bed with you.’” I was struck by my daughter’s crude characterization of the time Gina and I spent together. But I was also amused. She went on.

“I mean, it’s like she’s giving off this vibe, like she’s more confident or something. All I know is, ever since we got back, whenever we’re out together, a lot more guys come up and talk to us, and I’m pretty sure a lot of ‘em are actually hitting on us, on Gina and me.” Then she added, with a smirk, “Nice goin’, Dad.”

I have to admit – this was they very definition of ambivalence for me. I was happy – and to be honest, kind of proud – that being with me might have resulted in Gina gaining in confidence and self-assurance, to the point where others could see it in her.

On the other hand, other guys...

And that’s when we heard the key in the door and the handle turn and Gina stumble her way in, her arms loaded with books and groceries, some mail in her hand...

... and saw me, and dropped everything on the floor and ran over to to me and threw her arms around me and hugged me harder than I would have believed possible. I took her in my arms and squeezed back, and she whispered frantically in my ear, “Oh, El, I was so afraid...!” and I felt her tears on my cheek.

And then I understood – the unease that I’d been feeling all during the drive up here.

“I was afraid, too, Gina – afraid it wouldn’t feel ... that we...”

“But we don’t have to be afraid any more, do we, El?”

No, my darling Gina, we don’t have to be afraid any more.

All the doubts, all the uncertainties – gone in an instant. Gina put her legs on either side of mine and threw her arms around my head and pulled me to her and covered my face with kisses, and I tried my best to return them. At a break in Gina’s affections I glanced over at my daughter, still sitting next to us, a smug shit-eating grin on her face, like “Yeah. I knew it all along.”

Gina finally let go, looked at me, a huge smile on her face, then leaned forward to give me three more kisses. “El, we’re going to have so much fun this weekend...” But then she calmed herself and looked at me. “Seriously, it’ll be so good just being together this weekend, it seems like it’s been so long...”

Terri interrupted our touching reunion. “Isn’t there something you need to tell Gina...?”

I thought I understood what Terri was referring to. “Does Gina know ... about ... you know?”

I turned to Gina. “Gina, Terri thought that you and I might like a little more space this weekend, and you won’t believe what she did. She made reservations for us at the Concord Lake Inn. For the entire weekend!”

At first Gina sat there, like she didn’t really grasp what I was saying. But then you could see the understanding come, and a huge smile appeared across her face and she jumped across the loveseat and threw her arms around Terri, squealing and kissing her and squealing some more. I guess Gina liked the idea.

Suddenly she stood up. “I gotta pack!”

Terri threw back, “Shouldn’t take you long – I doubt you’ll be needing a lot of clothes this weekend.” Then she had another thought. “Take along something nice for dinner tomorrow.”

While Gina was in her room packing, Terri pulled me aside and handed me a carefully folded brown paper shopping bag. “Here – this is for Gina, but keep it a secret ‘til you get checked-in and unpacked – maybe tonight, OK?”

I nodded and just had time to stuff it under my arm before Gina came out of her room with her roll-aboard suitcase and a large vinyl tote bag. If she noticed my clumsy efforts to conceal the package, she didn’t say anything.

We said goodbye, with Terri and Gina hugging each other again about a thousand times, so I just took Gina’s carry-on and began walking toward where I’d parked the car. Gina caught up with me in a minute. I started the car and pulled out and we began driving the few miles to the Inn.

I was surprised – we didn’t talk much on the drive over. I guess we’d said all the important stuff back at the dorm. On the other hand, we touched each other all the way. And we smiled a lot.

When we pulled into the Inn’s parking lot there was an open spot right across from the main entrance. We both grabbed our luggage and went in.

The name tag on the man at the front desk said that he was the “Front Desk Manager,” about 40, neatly dressed, with a neat mustache and hair that was starting to get salt-and-pepper. In other words, exactly like you’d expect the front desk manger of an upscale hotel to look.

“Good afternoon – welcome to the Concord Lake Inn. How may I help you?”

I gave him our name (that is, my name). He looked at Gina. But he didn’t do it in an unkind way – it was more like Gina’s “unusual stature” caught his eye, but once he’d seen her, he gave her a big smile and welcomed “the lady” to the Concord Lake Inn. Gina apparently approved of his response and rewarded him with an absolutely radiant smile. The dear man actually blushed, and he seemed to fumble a bit with the computer keys.

He looked down at his terminal and punched a few more keys, then looked up – at me, and especially at Gina – and said, “Mr. Davidovich, it looks like it would be possible to move you to a Lakeview Terrace Suite – is that something you and the lady would enjoy?” We allowed as that The Lady and I would find that very nice indeed and thanked him for the favor. That got him another smile from Gina, and I swear, he blushed again.

In fact, if the weekend went anything like I was thinking, we wouldn’t be admiring the view of the lake that much.

On the other hand, if the weather stayed warm like it is, having our own private terrace might be very nice indeed...

We declined the offer of a bellhop and took our modest luggage up to our room. And, yes, as the kind desk manager said, it was a suite, and a generously-sized one at that, with a large bedroom, of course, and an even larger “living room,” plus a modest kitchen with its own small eating area.

Oh, yeah. In the corner of the bedroom was a huge triangular Jacuzzi tub. Believe it or not, I’ve never had any experience with a whirlpool bath like this – but I was willing to learn.

Once we were inside and closed the door and checked-out the suite, things got a little awkward. I think the matter was that we both wanted nothing more than to rip off our clothes and attack each other. At first, we tried to act like civilized adults who had some control over our needs and desires. But then we turned and looked at each other, and we began almost-tearing our clothes off as fast as we could, all the time never taking our eyes off one another.

Gina had trouble getting her top off – it kept getting hung up on her gold link necklace and her ear studs, and by the time she got it over her head I already had my slacks off. I couldn’t make myself wait any longer.

Fortunately, Gina didn’t seem to want me to wait. I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up ‘til our faces were at the same level and we could mash our mouths together and kiss and lick and suck for all we were worth. Gina put both arms around my neck and hung onto me while we devoured each other. With Gina supporting her weight like this I was able to use one arm to slide her skirt up around her waist. I was trying to pull the crotch of her panties aside but my fingers were so anxious and Gina was squirming so much that I ended up ripping the panties. To hell with ‘em – I’d buy her a dozen pairs tomorrow – heck, it might even be fun shopping for them!

I backed Gina up to the bedroom wall, enough to help support her weight, but also to steady her – steady her enough that I could push my cock up against the slick opening of her pussy, then ease her body down ‘til my cock was all the way inside her and I could fuck her standing up – something that always looked terribly exciting to me but I’d never had the opportunity before now – before Gina.

Well, it’s as exciting as you think it is! I fucked into her – and that’s the only way to describe it – I held her against the wall and rammed my hips into her. And all the while, she was licking and biting my lips and jaw and cheeks and digging her fingernails into my back and my shoulders. And I just kept ramming into her, again, and again, and again.

And if you’re thinking that I’m just being selfish, thinking about my own wants, heedless and insensitive of Gina – well, think again. All the time that I am unleashing my lust on her, Gina is biting and scratching and saying, “Oh, God, El – I’ve missed you – I’ve missed this – fuck the shit out of me, El,” and her cunt is absolutely dripping its juices all over my balls.

I pulled my mouth away from hers and bent my head to her nipples, and I sucked, and I licked around them, and sucked some more, and then bit – hard –

And that’s when Gina came. Pulling my mouth to her tit, digging her nails into my shoulders, pulling my hair ‘til I couldn’t hold back any more, as I pumped weeks’ worth of lust and longing into her hot, juicing cunt.

And this crude description of what I did – of what we did – does not signify any change in my tenderness toward Gina, or my respect for her. What it does do is describe two people who really want each other and who’ve been denied the chance to indulge those wants. Until now.

I backed up and fell backward onto the bed, Gina on top of me. My cock was still inside her when we fell, but with the change in position and as wet as Gina was – and with the inevitable shrinkage – I slipped out. We did have enough control to get up and pull the spread off the bed before we ruined it with all the fluids coming out of Gina’s cunt and off of my cock. But then we slid back into bed, and in what was maybe the most erotic part of the whole afternoon, Gina tucked her head into my shoulder and threw one leg – legs which I now know to be absolutely the perfect length! – across me and ran her small hand through the soft fur of my chest and said, “I’ve missed you, El – I’ve missed us.”

And we drifted off, holding each other, for the first time in what felt like so very, very long.

We decided we didn’t want to waste time getting dressed and going to the Inn’s restaurant and waiting and eating and coming back to the room – and undressing again.

Instead, like young lovers, or perhaps in my case I should say new lovers, we decided to stay in our room – our suite – and order room service. And, of course, there was a handsome bound menu already prominently displayed on the desk. Everything on it looked so good that we had trouble choosing and went through several iterations before deciding on a chilled seafood salad for an appetizer, then the London broil and a dinner salad that we would share, and then a chocolate mousse for dessert. In fact, I’m not too crazy about chocolate mousse. But women ... So I thought that agreeing to the mousse would be a prudent strategy for any guy to follow.

I had ordered a split – a half-bottle – of a sparkling French champagne (small “c”) to drink with the seafood salad, along with a bottle of a California cabernet to have with the beef. Any last glasses of the cab would go nicely with the chocolate mousse.

Gina was delighted, of course, with the champagne, but when I opened the bottle of cab she asked, “Two bottles? Aren’t you afraid all this wine will stunt my growth?”

This time it was my turn to punch her in the arm. “You goof!”

Gina grabbed my arm and hugged it to her.

Seriously, does it get any better than this?

After dinner we were sitting on the rattan loveseat on “our terrace” enjoying the final sips of the now-flat champagne when Gina said, “I told my mother. About you and me, I mean.”

“And is she...?”

“She’s fine. Of course, first she wanted to know how I was – if I’m OK.”

“And ... are you?” I was still a bit apprehensive, about how Gina’s folks really felt about ... her and me.

Gina smiled at me. “Yes – yes, I assured her that her daughter is quite OK.” She put her hand on my cheek and kissed me there.

“Once she was sure that I was OK, she was fine with everything. She – my parents – have met Terri, and Mom feels that if it’s Terri’s father, and if you’re not cheating on anyone, then it’s fine.”

I realized I’d been holding my breath, waiting for an axe to fall. When Gina told me that her mom was OK with ... with me, I actually let out a sigh of relief. But I couldn’t just drop it. I still needed to be reassured.

“But, ... how about the age...?”

Gina smiled again, but this time, it was almost like she was smiling to herself.

“My dad is 20 years older than my mother. She thinks that one of the reasons their marriage has been so good is that she married a man who was older than she was.”

Twenty years? That’s...

“So, in fact, she’s happy about ... the age thing.”

I turned and took Gina in my arms, and I just held her. She understood my relief, and she let me.

Gina and I had calmed down from our initial excitement – okay, from our initial fuck. We had napped, and dressed – sort-of – and enjoyed a perfect dinner experience, and talked on our terrace, and now it was bedtime. Time for us to go to bed, like a couple. And that simple thought was mind-blowing – that in the course of a relatively few weeks we – she and I – have gone from never even having met to thinking of us as a couple...

And it was then that I remembered the package Terri had surreptitiously slipped to me back at the dorm as we were leaving.

“Keep it a secret ‘til ... maybe tonight, OK?”

“Gina, you know, there’s something here that Terri wanted you to have tonight, OK?”

Gina looked at me. Her face brightened. Who doesn’t like a surprise gift, right?

I went to the closet where I’d stashed the brown paper shopping bag Terri had given me. I opened it and removed the beautifully-wrapped package that was inside. I handed it to Gina.

“A special gift from Terri.”

It was so cute. I could see that Gina was trying to be adult about it, but after a few fumbles with the handsome blue paper and the gold cord tie, she just started ripping it open to get at the gift box inside. Getting even more excited, she managed to slip the top off the box to get to the beautiful aquamarine tissue. Finally managing to slow herself down, she carefully inserted her fingernail beneath the gold foil sticker, opened the tissue, and held up what was inside.

It was a bikini swimsuit.

And then I remembered – it was when I first saw Gina in the leopard print bikini she’d bought when she went shopping with Terri, that first day she was at our house, that I realized that Gina was a girl – a woman – I could be attracted to.

My daughter is a frickin’ genius.

Gina held it up to examine. It was black and looked like it was made of leather, although it probably wasn’t. Also, somehow, the ‘leather’ looked like it was wet. The low-cut bottom had narrow side straps that would almost certainly accentuate Gina’s provocative hips (and her lovely little round belly!). The top was string-style, with two fabric triangles that looked like they could be adjusted so they could either cup Gina’s breasts in a loving embrace, or else be narrowed to cover as much – or as little – as the wearer wanted.

Or, perhaps, as her partner wanted.

Gina loved it, of course. Still holding the swimsuit, she threw her arms around me, crying, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” even though the gift was not from me but from Terri. But I understood, and I was glad that she liked it. And I was especially happy at the thought of seeing her in it.

Gina gushed, “I can’t wait to wear it.” Then she thought, and she smiled slyly. “What I mean is, I can’t wait to wear it for you.” She added, “When I first saw it I thought it was leather and that I couldn’t wear it in the water, but the tag says it’s a nylon-Spandex blend. But it sure looks like leather, doesn’t it? Here – feel.”

Gina held out the bottom to me and I obediently rubbed it between my thumb and fingers, but what I said was, “Actually, the way I want to feel it is when it’s on you. And you know – it doesn’t have to be worn just for swimming...”

Gina smiled. “Give me a minute.” She took the suit back from me and went into the bathroom, leaving me to finish my last sip of stale champagne and think about what was going to be coming in just a very few minutes. Also, to get hard.

The bathroom door opened and Gina stepped out. Of course she was wearing the bikini. But what really struck me was her feet – or more precisely, her shoes. Planning for dinner at a nice restaurant tomorrow night, Gina had brought a pair of elegant, very expensive-looking red high heels. And those are what she was wearing with her new black leather-look bikini.

She was stunning. Gina – my Gina! – standing there, in “wet” black leather, her rich, wavy red-brown hair resting on her shoulders, her dramatic eyes, the Mediterranean complexion. The whole effect was both elegant and pornographic. For a moment I was literally breathless. The bikini fit Gina exactly like I thought it would. The bottoms highlighted the curves of her hips and ass and the V-cut front sculpted her tummy invitingly. She’d adjusted the top’s fabric triangles so they covered enough to cradle her beautiful breasts but still revealed enough flesh to hint at nipples that were tastefully concealed – but just barely!

Then I recovered. I reached out to Gina. She reached behind her and turned off the bathroom light, then took my hands and let me pull her to me. I bent slightly and put my arms around her, and I have to admit – my feelings at this moment were 25 percent affection and 75 percent pure animal lust.

I leaned to kiss her, and she received me with open mouth. She took my bottom lip between her teeth and squeezed, and when I didn’t resist, she squeezed harder, and I thought I might even have tasted a little blood. Then it was my turn to take her lips and squeeze. Gina pushed me back and began licking me – first my lips, but then my chin and my jaw, and all around my mouth, and then my cheeks, then leaned back and looked into my eyes.

And then she reached in between us and grabbed my hard cock through my slacks, and she squeezed. And it wasn’t a gentle, loving squeeze. It was a “You think you’re going to put this inside me – you think you’re going to fuck me with this? Well, let’s see if you’re up to it – are you enough man to fuck me with this?” squeeze.

Yes. Yes, I was going to fuck her with that cock. I took her shoulders and turned her so her back was to me, then reached around her and began to caress her breasts. At first I was gentle, running my hands over the nylon-covered curves, every now and then tweaking her nipples, still covered by those tiny nylon triangles. But my arousal was starting to get to me, and Gina seemed to be getting impatient, too, putting her hands over mine, moving them around, pressing them against her more insistently.

Taking the hint – and following my own impulses – I slid my right hand inside the left cup and started massaging her breast from inside the bikini. Gina moaned when she felt me touch her bare nipple. I pushed my cock against her barely-covered ass. (Maybe that would come later.)

She stepped forward, just enough to create a little space between our bodies – just enough for her to reach back and squeeze my cock through my slacks again. Then she reach behind her back with both hands and started fiddling with my belt – and my waist button, and my zipper, ‘til my pants were loose. A little push from Gina’s hands and my slacks were down around my knees. She shoved her small hands inside the waist of my undershorts and worked my cock and balls out, so now they’re brushing against her ass, an ass only barely covered by her skimpy bikini bottoms.

I pulled Gina back, and she responded by grinding her ass against me, rubbing her bikini-covered bottom against my now-exposed cock. Her top was held up by a string that tied behind her neck. I took one end of the string – which, come to think of it, seemed to be pretty carelessly tied – and tugged it with my teeth. When I did, the top fell down so that the only thing holding it on her was the tie around her back. Now Gina’s tit’s were completely bare and exposed to me – to my hands.

I intended to be gentle and caressing, but now, with Gina’s top down and me holding her from behind, with my hands grasping both of her tits, the animal part of my feelings was starting to exert control. Instead of just massaging Gina’s breasts and caressing her nipples, I started getting more intense, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples. I was afraid I was going too far and that I was hurting her. But then, in a voice I’d never heard from her before, she whispered hoarsely, “El --- harder.”

I did what she asked – what she demanded. I squeezed her nipples and the tips of her breasts – her tits – even harder. That’s when she said, “Pull them, El!” so I grasped both nipples tightly and pulled them out from her tits, but Gina ordered me, “Harder!” I twisted, and I pulled those hard, swollen nipples, pulled them ‘til I thought they couldn’t stretch any more...

... and I felt Gina start shivering against me, and before I could wonder what was wrong, her body jerked and began convulsing in my arms, and I realized ... Gina – my Gina – had just had a colossal orgasm. She’d cum, just from having her breasts and nipples touched – or more precisely, abused.