The Boyfriend

The Boyfriend

Fiona’s clothing choices on Sunday morning confused Adam. She had very deliberately chosen a sexy sheer black bra/panties combo, but then covered them up with completely plain every day shorts, shirt, and sneakers. Maybe the previous night’s dildo indulgence had left her with a lingering feeling of secret sexiness. Three days before, Adam would have been shocked to learn that she even owned underwear like that.

The morning consisted of housework with Fiona’s mom, Rachel, while they discussed the previous day’s comic convention and the party - although Fiona certainly kept some details to herself. A number of times they took breaks to look at Fiona’s pictures, and Rachel seemed delighted by Fiona’s explanation of her costume backstory, and anecdotes about her friends.

Adam wondered how much longer he was going to be trapped in his daughter’s body. He wondered where his body was, and what was its condition. Even if Dr. Sykora was a mad scientist, Adam guessed that he wouldn’t have done anything that would cause permanent harm. Truthfully, he wasn’t in a hurry. The way Fiona and her mother were bonding was exactly what he felt was missing from his relationship with his daughter. He felt glad to be a part of it, as strange as the circumstances were. It was nice to see the old Rachel again, too - the one who wasn’t always defensive and angry.

Shortly before noon, the doorbell rang, and Rachel invited Scott in. Scott had been a good friend of both Adam’s and Rachel’s, and for a year after the divorce, Scott and Rachel had dated. They were perfectly friendly with each other now, so Adam concluded that their relationship couldn’t possibly have been very deep.

“You ready, kiddo?” Scott asked Fiona.

“You bet!” She replied.

“Have fun at the comic store,” Rachel said as they left.

Fiona told her stories from the convention again as the two zipped off in Scott’s BMW convertible. They didn’t go straight to the comic store like Rachel had suggested, though - they stopped off at Scott’s house.

“I’ll be right back, I promise. I just need to respond to this email really quickly,” Scott explained before disappearing into his home office.

Fiona went outside and basked in the sunshine. Then, a moment later, she took off all of her clothes. She laid an oversized towel from a cabinet next to the pool and lay on it with her eyes closed, completely relaxed. The sun was warm enough to make her sweat, but a gentle breeze kept her comfortable. Adam was nervous about what would happen next.

And then Fiona was being tickled. She kept her eyes closed, but she writhed and squealed as the middle-aged man touched her sides and knees inappropriate. A moment later, there was a warm wet sensation on her pussy, and a softly sweeping tongue around her gash. The tickling continued even as this new sensation was added, and coos intermixed with Fiona’s laughter.

It didn’t take long for the tickling to stop and the licking to intensify. Fiona’s body felt strangely serene, even despite the ball of sexual energy building inside of her. She put her hands on her lover’s head and opened her eyes. Fiona’s gaze locked with Scott’s, and a wave of something swept through her body - not lust, but love? Adam wondered.

She closed her eyes again and let him push her closer to climax. Occasionally her legs would squeeze his head, or her hips push her twat harder into his face.

Fiona muttered, “Oh yeah, oh god yeah, it feels so good!” in her babyish voice just before she came. Her body glowed with happiness while her pelvic muscles spasmed on their own. For twenty seconds her orgasm spun like a top throughout her, until it eventually ran out of momentum, toppled, and ended.

The couple kissed after that, and Fiona licked at her juices on Scott’s face like a puppy.

Fiona fixed up her pink hair in a bun before the two entered the pool, taking care not to get it wet. She didn’t want to traumatize it any more than she already had, she explained.

There was a considerable amount of groping and teasing from both Fiona and Scott for a while, but then they stopped and Fiona watched while Scott swim laps. At first, Adam was relieved, thinking that maybe the erotic part of their day was done. His hopes were dashed as he felt the now familiar tingling of arousal through his daughter’s body. Adam was sure he wasn’t gay, but while Fiona watched the handsome naked man swimming - staring at his butt and arms, and occasionally catching a glimpse of his dong - he felt a carnal craving for the man. It was Fiona’s craving, he knew, but he felt it as if it were his own.

Upon leaving the pool, Fiona’s lover caringly toweled her off and then let down her hair. “I love the pink,” he told her.

After Scott was done drying himself, Fiona wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Scott squatted down and lifted the girl off her feet. His awakening erection poked at her leg while he carried her.