Chapter 1: Jackie

It’s strange how some movies just stick with you. “Pump Up the Volume” for example, it has stuck with me for years. Then there are the really bad ones like “Titanic.” But “Pretty Woman” wasn’t one I had thought much about until three years ago.

Three years ago my daughter, Karen, decided to get married. She lives outside Maryland and is a tattoo artist. She likes her job but says tattoos are the visible award for being drunk and stupid or stupid and drunk. Either way, she thinks most of her clients are future Darwin Award winners. I asked her if she finds the people so off-putting why she keeps the job instead of moving to Texas where I am. She said, “I like the work. It’s the one place I get to use my artistic abilities and get paid for it. But I prefer doing them in Henna. I get paid more often.”

That’s my girl always looking for an easy way of making money. Not that she isn’t smart, but I’ve always told her, “a person with a boatload of smarts is less likely to make it to shore than a person with a boatload of determination.” She never listens. She moved in with Will, her boyfriend at the time, at nineteen. A year later, one night he brought over a girl for a three-way. The other thing about my daughter is she is not one to share. She tossed the guy out, but it turned out she really liked the girl, Jackie. The crazy thing is at times they look about like identical twins or close enough to be sisters. You would think he would’ve gone for a hot blonde, not another sexy brunette.

As I said, my daughter decided on getting married, obviously to a different guy, Tom, four years later. The whole time though Jackie had been her roommate. Even while living with her fiance Jackie was still there with them. I know Karen doesn’t like to share but I’m not sure if Tom does. While at the time I didn’t know if Karen went both ways I wasn’t sure she didn’t. I can certainly understand how she would have been attracted to Jackie.

I didn’t meet Jackie until I went up to help plan the wedding with Karen’s mom. Jackie is two years younger than Karen and a good inch and a half shorter. She has the same pretty shoulder-length chestnut brown hair with the same piercing dark brown eyes. But being honest, Jackie is the better looking of the two. Karen is a beautiful young woman, but Jackie is gorgeous. While I don’t think of Karen in a sexual manner, I can appreciate a fine figure. And hers and Jackie’s are very similar. They have the same slender legs with firm thighs above sculpted calves that slope gently down to thin ankles. In stilettos and form hugging skirts their tight round butts and legs are to die for. Then there is their hourglass shape, where the narrow waistlines and curved hips went perfectly with their pert small breast. But there is something more demure and playful in the way Jackie looks and acts. It is a quiet elegance. Karen is more brash with a harder, yet very attractive look, more like her mother.

I found out Jackie was the youngest of five. Her mom had been a big fan of Jackie O when she was younger and that was Jackie’s name’s sake. Jackie’s family isn’t like my daughter and me. While I didn’t see Karen in Maryland in over six years she came to see me in Texas at least three times a year. I even paid to have Tom come out multiple times. They would drive out and I would make up the lost days of work. I also made sure he understood, in Texas, a father burying a boyfriend that treats his daughter poorly is perfectly acceptable.

Jackie didn’t really get to know her father well. He was a real piece of shit. He got Jackie’s mom pregnant when he was forty-nine and she was forty-four. He said he had already raised a family and a new family wasn’t what he wanted. So he left. Jackie’s older siblings in their teens, as well as her mom to some extent, blamed Jackie for her dad’s leaving and taking his financial support with him. He needed the money for wining and dining twenty-year-old hard bodies. Like his daughter was now over twenty years later.

It was kind of funny meeting Jackie for the first time. Our meeting actually aggravated Karen. She introduced me saying, “Jackie, this is my elusive dad. You know the one that never comes here unless I decide to get married.”

Jackie replied, “I thought you said he was old. He doesn’t look old.” Jackie wasn’t the first person I had heard that from. Most people always put me ten years younger than I actually am. I think it’s because my hair is still mostly brown though grey is peppered throughout. That and my six-foot two-inch frame is still in good shape, mainly due to good genetics, though I do work around the house in the Texas heat. I’m also the reason Karen has her dark brown eyes as her mom’s eyes are greenish.

“Thanks,” is all I could think of saying to the cute women.

“Yeah well he’s too old for you, and I definitely don’t share my dad,” Karen said, hugging on my arm.

“Hey, I’m not old. I’m seasonally challenged.” I joked, smiling at Karen’s pretty roommate.

“You’re old,” Karen repeated. “Half your age plus seven is twenty-nine and a half, not twenty-two.” she added light-heartedly, “You old perv you.” She was right. I drilled into her head as she was growing up she wasn’t allowed to even think about dating men that exceeded the equation. It didn’t keep all the horny old men away from her, but it kept her away from them.

“What just because I say thanks, I am automatically a perv?” I asked Karen only half kidding.

“No, it is the flirting ‘I’m seasonally challenged’ that makes you a perv.” She answered. And she was right I was sort of flirting with Jackie. It was hard not to, she was definitely flirting with material.

“Karen, I haven’t flirted in so long I wouldn’t begin to know where to start,” I said pulling my arm free.

“Let’s see you’d start with something like ... Oh, I don’t know ... I’m seasonally challenged.” She mocked putting her hands on her hips swishing them side to side holding them there as she said each word.

Jackie jumped in, “I thought it was cute.”

“Yeah well, there is a family history of dad’s marrying their daughter’s friends. And I’m nipping that in the bud before he gets any ideas,” Karen stated. She was right. She had heard the stories of her great grandfather and his marrying his daughter’s best friend when he was in his early fifties.

Pushing Karen’s buttons I went over to Jackie. I took her hand and got down on one knee quickly, “Oh Jackie, you’ve instantly become the love of my life. Oh, darling marry me ... Please darling, the ring is back at the house in Texas, I promise.”

Karen just glared at me and then at Jackie. Despite the death rays shooting from Karen’s eyes, Jackie played along, “Oh Karen’s dad...”

I butted in saying, “It’s Joe by the way.”

Jackie restarted, waving her hand in front of her face like a southern lady with the vapors, “Oh Joe, how can I say no to a perfect gentleman, who offers to marry me first thing. Oh please take me. I’m yours.” She put the back of her hand on her forehead like Scarlet O’Hara.

“Oh, you two quit it,” Karen said as I stood up and still playing Jackie wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up into my arms, fully expecting me to catch her. In my arms, she began loudly kissing my cheek and neck. While she was just goofing off, her soft lips pressing against my skin was getting me hot for her. I was glad I had heavy jeans on hiding the rising in them, which was beginning. And while I’m no Joe Holmes, my dick is plenty thick and long that no woman has ever complained nor has left the bedroom unsatisfied. I have a really talented tongue to go with my seven and a half-inch dick and hundred miles an hour ass.

“Fine,” Jackie and I said in unison smirking at each other. We knew we had found the right buttons and would be pushing them occasionally all day. The day was filled with my sitting in a chair judging how I liked bridesmaid dresses as the bridesmaids tried them on. Karen’s other two bridesmaids had shown up and while they were attractive in their own right and looked good in the different selections, they didn’t hold a candle to how sexy Jackie looked in all of them.

I even gave her a wolf whistle went she parted the dressing room curtain wearing a blue sheer satin spaghetti strapped dress with a plunging neckline dipping down into the wide cleavage her smallish tits made. The dip was so great she had left her bra on the dressing room chair. Her smallish breast jiggled and bounced with her jubilant skip-like walk, coming out for the viewing. She said, “I really like this one let’s get it The cold air in the shop and the sheer material made for a great outline of her usually puffy nipples which had hardened. I even witnessed the transition from puffy to hard erasers.

Karen said a quick, “Oh hell no.” and pointed Jackie back into the dressing room.

It was her turning around that made me aware Jackie had also removed her small panties getting rid of any pantie lines. A quick glance of the dressing area and I spotted her crumpled up panties on the chair she had been using. I so wanted those panties. I could only imagine how great they would smell putting my nose in them breathing in her fragrant essence. Instead what I got was the sound of a crack of hand on ass.

Karen had swatted Jackie’s butt playfully making it clear it was a definite no, on that particular dress. But what she didn’t think about was how sexy it was seeing the taut firm ass shimmy and shake. First from the strike and then from the jump and landing, Jackie did at the unexpected swat. Turning back to Karen she said, “Damn it girl, that hurt, and your dad is over there. So don’t do it unless you mean it.” Jackie was giggling and grinning as she pulled the curtain closed.

I joked with Karen like I wasn’t interested in the answer, though I really was, “Is there something you need to tell me?”

As sarcastic as I had ever heard her, she answered, “Yes I’ve been meaning to tell you, Tom is my beard. Jackie is my real lover.” To the closed curtain, she said, “Oh baby hurry up and get that gorgeous body of yours out here. Now that dad knows, we can do it on the floor right now.”

“Got it,” I said. Though I did think she was being a bit over the top, likely hiding something.

Jackie gaily came out in the next dress shortly after playing along with Karen, this time. “Well are we gonna get to it or not?” She then laughed turning, “In the meantime how’s this one.” I noticed she hadn’t put back on her bra or panties as the dress fitted to her ass nicely with no visible lines. The front wasn’t as revealing, but her breast points were still there just not as evident. “I like it but there seems to be a built-in slip up top and I don’t really like the fabric. It’s kind of itchy.”

When Karen looked at me, I hoped my drooling wasn’t evident. She said, “Ok perv put your eyes back in your head. And turn around and don’t look.”

I started turning around but stopped seeing Karen going over to Jackie, “You know asking a pervert not to look is like saying please look at what I’m doing.”

“Yeah but don’t ... Promise.” Karen said standing right before Jackie.

“Yeah, I promise I’ll keep my eyes looking forward,” I answered. Being taller than my daughter, I noticed a small mirror on a shelf that gave me a full view of the room and all that was going on.

In the mirror, I could see Jackie pull the front of the dress down saying, “See this isn’t real smooth or soft.” It was the first time I saw Jackie’s tits’ full luscious form. They were just about softball-sized with none of the droop or teardrop shape of a larger breast. I imagine they hadn’t changed size or shape for the last eleven years. The areola were a marshmallow cone of dark pink of a blush-rose. In the center the pointed nipples stuck out from the puffed cones atop the light curve of the hemispheres that made up most of her smooth tits. And, they looked absolutely edible. It was as if God had molded them in one of my small crystal fruit bowls before putting them on her chest covering them with a satin-smooth skin that was flawless. Only the goosebumps of the chilled air broke the evenness of her bounty. Not even tan lines took away from their magnificence as she told me she rarely got out into the sun due to the need to work. Plus, despite her almond milk complexion she burnt if she got sun for more than an hour at a time.

Jackie’s petite fingers ran over her lovely nipples while Karen stroked the inside of the dress where it was contacting them. “Yeah, I can see that might be a problem if worn all night. And raw nipples after a night of dancing is no fun.” Karen then leaned into Jackie, evidently thinking I couldn’t hear, “It be a good excuse for having Mike suck on them, though.”

Mike was one of Tom’s brothers, who was in the wedding party. Karen was trying to hook Jackie up with him. Jackie had mentioned him and Karen’s intentions on the drive over. “Nope, he not my type. He is way too much of a player.”

Karen no longer in Jackie’s ear bolstered her suggestion, “I didn’t say you had to marry him but he might be fun for a couple of dates or whatever.” Evidently, Karen’s version of whatever for her best friend was her getting naked and engaging in sex.

“Thanks, but no,” Jackie said. She didn’t pull the dress back up over her gorgeous breast before going back into the dressing room. Closing the curtain she said, “Joe, you can turn back around.”

I didn’t do what she said, instead, I walked over to a case of jewelry hoping my cock that had awoken, from the view of sweet-looking firm tits, would go down. “Thanks, I gonna see about what kind of jewelry you ladies might like to wear.”

Karen never one to miss an opportunity said, “Oh we’re ladies are we?” I knew her statement was because of earlier. I told her to act more ladylike and not like a sailor on shore leave. At the time, she just stuck her tongue out at me.

“Well, some of you are?” I said as Jackie came back out of the dressing room in the clothes she came in. But they hung on her differently. I figured it out when she opened her purse up getting out some lip balm. On the top were her plain white bra and even less flattering white cotton panties. It explained the extra sharp points now in the front of her pink shirt, and the better fit of her black skirt.

“Thanks,” She said winking at me. “I think this one looks best, despite the lining problem. What do you think?” She addressed the question to me instead of Karen, tweaking her.