Chapter 2: Family Friends

The July heat drove us north to our lake house for the week. In addition to my teenage princess Lily, Mike, an old friend of mine from my time as in the merchant marine, and his daughter, Keyleigh, came up to enjoy some time away from the heat and bustle of normal life.

Like Lily, Keyleigh is a teenage girl, one year behind Lily. Unlike Lily, Keyleigh is a shy, petite, almost waifish thing; not as “developed” and lively as my Lily. Keyleigh has a mousy face with a short brown bob and chooses to dress in a way which leaves more to the imagination than my daughter. Despite their apparent differences, they’d become close friends over the years. Going to the lake house with them has been a tradition for the past several years. It was really the only time Lily and I see Mike and Keyleigh these days due to life drawing us to different parts of the country.

The first two days of trip were unremarkable. During the day, there was grilling, boating on the lake, swimming in the pool, and soaking up the sweet sun filtered through the clean forest air. At night, the girls would watch one of their dreadful television programs (I fear for today’s youth with that garbage) as Mike and I talked about work and life, our conversation punctuated by puffs of cigars, moments of comfortable silence, and of course, ice cold gin and tonics. While all of this a fine vacation makes, I – as the reader may at this point know – live for the more interesting parts of life. Much to my delight, the third day of our trip became most interesting, indeed.

The day began rather normally. After breakfast, we cruised around the lake stopping in its center to let the girls take a break from giggling about whatever it is they constantly giggle about, and go for a dip. Lily was, naturally, already in her bikini (she basically wore nothing else but, while up at the lake house). It was skimpy little thing, front and back held together with tiny strings tied in a bow. If one were to execute two swift pulls their dangling strings, the garment would fall away with little effort. Little nymph that she was, she also had the back of her bikini bottom tucked into her checks to resemble more of a thong.

Kayleigh, on the hand, had modestly worn her floral print sundress over her bathing suite. I watched intently as she carefully lifted the dress over her head to reveal her slender 14 year old little body in a navy blue one piece. She was, unintentionally, the master of a sexy reveal. Keyleigh shedding her sundresses prior to swimming had been my secret show this whole trip.

I was quite taken with what a pretty girl Keyleigh had become. Her sweet little face combined with her helplessness could make any man quite easily fall in love. The more lewd parts of me, however, were quite taken with another thing, at the moment. Keyleigh’s one piece was a bit too small. Unbeknownst to her, the one piece presented some tantalizing views. The slit and lips of her young pussy was outlined in wonderful detail by the ill fitting garment. It made me dying to see it exposed. When turned the other way, one side of her bathing suit bottom had slipped inwards revealing quite a bit of a check of her tight little bum. I found myself wishing she was a believer in Lily’s technique for better tans.

Much to my displeasure, Mike through some hand gestures managed to communicate this latter wardrobe malfunction to her, and she fixed it. It was good while it lasted.

The girls jumped in the water and resumed their giggling. As I watched them swim, I imaged how tightly the now wet bathing suit must be clinging to Keyleigh’s 14 year old body and how wonderful it would be to peel her out of it and help her shower off. I thought how cute and sexy she’d look all sudsed up and how delightful it’d feel to get her that way. If only.

“It’s nice they can still have fun like this,” Mike said after a moment, still watching the girls swim.

“Couldn’t agree more. So many girls their age feel the need to act too cool for this sort of thing,” I responded.

“I suppose that’s maybe one of the benefits of coming up here. You leave all that pressure behind you. Let yourself care a little less.”

My ears perked up at Mike’s contemplation. There was a certain subtle open mindedness in his tone. Or maybe I was wishful thinking.

“You and Lily this close at home?” Mike said, turning to me.

“Whatever do you mean?” I countered coyly.

“You know...” Mike said as gestured incoherently. “How affectionate you are. I mean, my daughter hasn’t sat in my lap since she was 10. Is that just a lake house thing?”

I chuckled. “Lily and I have just been fortunate to remain so close.”

“What’s your secret though? It can’t just be happen stance.”

I pondered how to answer this one ... I thought about dodging the question, but hey, its Mike and we’re at the lake house. “I’ll tell you over a gin and tonic back at the house,” I finally said, with a wink.

Mike sat silently processing for a full minute. We were sitting out on the deck while the girls watched some god awful cartoon on the television. Finally, he took a large swig from his current gin and tonic and said, “Wow, Mark. I had no idea you practiced such a...” he grasped for the right words, “ ... progressive parenting style.”

I leaned back in my chair, took a swig from my gin and tonic, and exhaled. “I’ll admit, it is rather – shall we say – unconventional.”

“I’ll say,” Mike said taking another large swig. “You said you’ve been doing this since she was 12?”

“Well, I’ve always been open with about sex. 12 is just when she started to become interested.”

Mike took another long drink of gin and tonic.

“But Mike,” I said turning to look in his eyes. “Can you argue with the outcome?”

Mike shook his head. “You got me there, Mark. I only wish Keyleigh and I were as close as you and Lily.”

“It’s never too late, you know. You can choose to mentor her the way I have Lily. Is she experimenting with boys yet?”

Mike let out a long sigh. I had struck a soft spot with this one. “Ya, she has. And I’m not happy about how that’s going.”

Very interesting. “What’s wrong? The usual hesitation about your little girl playing with boys? Do you think 14 is too young for such things?”

“Its not even that really. I’m worldly enough to know that my daughter is going to mess around – regardless of what I say. Hell, when I was 14 I was stealing my father’s Playboys and trying to peak inside the girls’ locker room – I’m not naive. But – you know – she’s got this bad self esteem, and I think she’s letting these boys – you know – have her without getting anything in return.”

I was pleasantly shocked to hear my old friend talking in such an open minded fashion. Perhaps there’s hope for you yet, old Mike. I leaned my head back in my adirondack chair once more. “I actually have similar concerns for Lily, if you can believe it.”

Mike’s eyebrow raised.

“Despite how self assured and confident she seems,” I continued, “her expectations for a sexual partner are just so low – and she excepts that as normal. I suppose its just a result of their age.” I starred up at the sky, my head shaking slightly and slowly, until suddenly, like lightening to an unlucky bastard’s sailboat, a brilliant idea shot into my mind. “Mike, I want you to hear me out. I think we can show our girls the light. But...” I drew in close to him. “You need to trust me.”

Mike swallowed, and after a beat, nodded affirmative.

After dinner, I took Lily aside to brief her on the plan. Much to my delight, she seemed titillated by the prospect. In addition, I told her not to tell Keyleigh yet, as that would be the more difficult sell.

During dessert, as a special treat, we served the girls strong and fruity gin drinks. Lily downed hers in no time (I suppose I’ve been too permissive with her stealing sips of my drinks). Keyleigh winced at first, but soon grew accustomed to the spirit and grew quite red in the face.

“Now, Keyleigh, you’ve known Uncle Mark for a very long time, right?” Mike prompted with his arm around her. The bedroom was lite with the soft light of several candles. Keyleigh seemed nervous, but loosened up by the booze.

“Hi, Keyleigh,” I said gently. It seemed to lower her guard.

“Uncle Mark is going to teach you something about your body now. Something every girl should know. I’m going to be teaching the same thing to Lily, ok?”

Keyleigh looked up at him with big eyes and nodded her head.

“Be a good girl now,” Mike continued. “And do whatever Uncle Mark says.”

She nodded once more.

Mike gave her a kiss one on the head before turning his gaze towards me. “Be good to her, Mark.”

“Of course, my friend,” I replied back with a warm smile.

Mike smiled and left the room. I felt an excitement knowing he was soon to join my daughter.

“Now, Keyleigh,” I began with gentle sternness. “Your father has told me you’ve been letting boys enjoy you.”

Keyleigh nodded, her eyes focused on the floor.

“While that’s fine and all, your dad wanted me to show you that you deserve more than that. There are things that girls can use guys for, you know – beyond the obvious.”

Her eyes moved up to meet mine. There was a tinge of fear but also excitement.

“Don’t worry, I will be very gentle and attentive.”

I approached her slowly. Her big eyes tracking me all the while. I guided her toward the bed. She was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and pajama pants. I placed my hands on waistband of her pants. She tensed. In response, I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips tenderly against hers. She tensed more at first, but then melted into the kiss. I let me tongue slowly part her lips and touched the tip of her tongue with it softly. “Boys your age don’t kiss you like that, do they?” I teased as I pulled away.