Chapter 3

Hi everybody. I thought after my previous story that there'd be no more stories to tell. Rhonda's and my sex life is still going good, even though we've calmed down a little in frequency. We still average about three to four times a month, give or take, and I think we're both more content in our relationship than we'd been when I opened my last story. Our daughter Donna gets more beautiful every day as she grows to look more and more like her mother. As I closed my last story, I've had no more unfatherly reactions where she's concerned, and I'm relieved.

Donna does figure into this story, albeit as a trigger, as she did in the last one. It turns out that Donna's senior prom was coming up. Even though she had no steady boyfriend at the time, she said she intended on going.

I'd missed both my junior and senior proms. The first one, my grandmother died, and I had to go halfway across the country for the funeral, and wouldn't have been able to get home in time. Rhonda already had a dress, so I told her to find somebody else and have a good time... just not too good. The other one, I managed appendicitis just under a week before the date of prom. Rhonda and I weren't talking to one another at that time, so neither of us intended on going, for fear of running into the other there. As it turned out, Rhonda ended up spending prom night with me, reading me stories from my favorite book, like a right proper little nursemaid. We were okay after that.

Anyway, being a guy, missing prom just meant I didn't have to wear the damn monkey suit, and better yet, I didn't have to shell out the bucks to rent one.

Donna, however, was going. A boy had asked her, and she'd accepted. She'd told me the kid's name, but it had promptly fallen through the sieve that I now call a brain, and didn't have guts enough to ask her to tell me again. Anyhow, Donna and her mother went out to find a prom dress, and after an afternoon of shopping, came home with what I was told was the ideal one. I didn't ask to see it, and wasn't even offered, knowing I'd see it the night she wore it. Further, I refrained from asking how much it cost, even though I was burning to know. The thing that ate at me was the fact that she'd never wear the thing again. They're sort of like bridesmaid dresses that way. Rhonda has two of those from friends' weddings that just take up space in the back corner of the closet, but she can't seem to work up the courage to get rid of them. I just don't understand women and clothes, and most likely never will.

So, as the day drew nearer, the tension in the house grew. Donna obsessed about her weight, whether her hair would be okay or if she needed to go out and have it done, whether the shoes she and her mother had picked out would really work, that kind of thing. Frankly, it was driving me crazy, and I couldn't wait for the whole damn thing to be over.

Finally the big day arrived. You'd have thought she was getting married. It all started first thing in the morning, and I made a point, after seeing how things were going to be, to stay out of the house as much of the day as possible.

Eventually, though, I ran out of things to do outside and in the garage (well, not really, but starting a deck at about four in the afternoon didn't sound like the best of ideas). I went in to grab a glass of ice water, and the house was silent.

I called out a couple of times, to see if I was truly home alone. Sure sounded like it. I peeked in all the bedrooms just to be sure no one was lurking and just not answering my shouts. Evidently everybody had gone out without letting me know. I figured Donna had fussed enough that her mother broke down and took her to get her hair done.

Having nothing else I could think of to do, I sat down and turned on the TV. Quickly, I re-discovered that having cable only means that there are many more channels of nothing worth watching. I finally settled on the last two-thirds of a movie I remembered going to in high school, and found myself waking up to the sound of the girls getting home.

I got a brief glimpse of the ladies of the house rocketing upstairs without a word to me. I was beginning to wonder if I'd ceased to exist, when I heard, "Honey, would you bring me my sewing basket?"

For a brief second, I wondered what they needed the wife's sewing kit for, then realized if I asked, I was just going to get that look that says, "You're such a man. If you have to ask, you'll never understand." Therefore, I decided to just keep my big mouth shut and do as requested. With a sigh, I got up and found Rhonda's sewing stuff, then took it upstairs to the closed door of Donna's room. I wasn't sure if it was locked or not. I couldn't see why it would be, but I knocked anyway.

After a few seconds, the door opened a crack, and my wife's head popped into the gap. She saw me there with what she'd asked me to find, smiled and said, "Oh, good." Her hand reached out and grabbed the basket, she gave me a quick peck and a, "Thanks," then ducked back behind the door, leaving me standing there.

I wondered if this was how Rhonda had been before the one prom she'd gone to. It didn't really matter, but it might explain the whole day to me.

With another sigh, I went back to my place in front of the tube. The movie was just wrapping up, so I guessed I hadn't slept for long. I clicked through the channels again and found something else I figured I could stand to try watching and proceeded to do so.

One show ran into another, and before I really knew it, the doorbell rang. I still hadn't seen much more of the ladies than I've described to you, but after the second ring, I figured they weren't going to answer it.

Getting up from the chair with a groan that made me sound disturbingly like my grandfather, I shuffled to the door and opened it just as the kid outside was reaching for the button a third time. At first glance, he seemed a decent sort of boy. Of course, get almost any guy a shower and into a tuxedo, and he'll look deceptively presentable. I didn't think Donna would have accepted just anybody's invitation, though, so I figured she saw something in the guy.

'At least he doesn't have a hardware store poked into his face, ' I thought, sounding once again like my grandfather in thinking such a thing.

I must have stood there at the door, silent, long enough to make the kid nervous. After a short while standing there looking like he was afraid I'd chew his head off, he worked up the nerve to stammer, "Uh... Good evening, Sir. I'm... uh... um... Billy. Billy Thomas. Um... Donna's date." My mind still somewhere else, and actually looking through the boy instead of at him, he continued at my lack of response, still apparently afraid, "If that's okay with you."

Finally, I snapped out of my reverie and gathered my wits. "Oh, yeah, of course. Come on in. I haven't seen Donna or her mother all day. My guess is that they've been spending all day trying to make everything perfect." I stepped aside to let the boy in.

Still looking like a dog who didn't know whether he'd be praised or punished, he skulked into the house and stood to the side of the door while I closed it behind him. 'Christ, is this what this guy's like all the time? If so what the hell does Donna see in him?"

I threw aside such uncharitable thoughts and motioned to the couch. "Sit. Billy, was it? It's okay. Relax. It's just been a weird day." I tried to keep my voice calm and reassuring. I didn't consider myself an over-protective father, and Donna had been on dates before, so why was I suddenly feeling like this kid might be some kind of threat? I trusted my daughter's judgment, believe it or not. Donna may have still been a teenager, but she'd grown into one of the most level-headed people I've ever known. If she thought this guy was okay, it was good enough for me, as far as I knew. I guess it was just the idea. The day would come when she'd be walking out my door to go to her own home, and that day drew closer all the time. In thinking about it later, I think that may have been why I went all strange when I opened the door and found Billy there.

Billy sat down, still looking uncomfortable. I thought about all the movies and TV shows I'd seen over the years where the boy comes to take the girl on a date and gets grilled by the girl's father. They always seemed hokey to me, but here it was. I'd had boys come in to wait on Donna's grand arrival before, why did this one seem different? I hadn't done any grilling, and had no intention to. Billy seemed terrified enough. If he was going to have any kind of good time at all, it was up to me to set the stage.

"Relax. You want something to drink?" I asked, figuring I already knew the answer. I sat back in my chair, which put me at sort of an odd angle to him, but I certainly wasn't going to sit across from him and make him feel like I was examining him.

From the sound of his voice, Billy was getting over his initial terror. "Uh, no thanks. It'd be just my luck to spill it on my pants or something. Thank you for the offer, though."

I took a sip of my iced tea. "No problem. Like I said, I haven't seen Donna or her mother all day. I hope that means that they're working on getting Donna all prettied up for the evening."

This kid had a crush on my daughter like you wouldn't believe. Now that he'd relaxed a little, he blurted out, "It wouldn't take all day for that. She's pretty enough as it is." When he realized what he'd just said, his face turned bright red and he started to stammer again, "Uh... I mean..."

I couldn't help but laugh. "That's okay. I know what you mean. You're not telling me anything I don't already know. I've gotten to watch her grow up into the young lady that you'll be going out with tonight."

And on that cue, Rhonda appeared at the base of the stairs. She saw Billy sitting there and immediately knew who he was. He jumped and turned when he heard her voice. "You must be Billy. Donna's been telling me about you today. I think you're going to have a wonderful time." She shot a glance in my direction. "I only went to prom once while I was in high school, and it was a truly memorable experience." I stifled a giggle. She'd told me that since I'd been out of state for the junior prom, she finally decided to go alone. The first guy she danced with kept stepping on her toes, and the second pulled her in close for a slow dance, and she was surprised, appalled, you name it, when she discovered the kid had a hard-on, which he insisted on pressing against her stomach. She politely refused any more dances the rest of the evening and sat at a table and just talked with other boys when they came over to try to entice her out onto the dance floor.

Anyway, when Billy heard my wife's voice, he leapt from the couch, again apprehensive, as if he'd just been told he was next in line for a punch in the gut. I didn't know if his rising was from someone's teaching him old-fashioned manners or just sheer surprise, but regardless, it put him in the proper position to see what he'd come for in the first place.

Without saying a word all eyes drew to the top of the stairs.

There stood someone I hadn't seen all day, but oh, was it worth waiting for. I couldn't remember the last time Donna looked so striking. She reminded me of my wife's and my wedding day. The dress they had found for her fit perfectly, showing off every womanly curve possible, without being provocative. Her hair was perfect. They evidently had gone out to have it done.

I think I was as stunned as Billy seemed to be. Whatever his feelings toward my daughter, I got the impression that he was wondering if he was suddenly out of his league. Here was one more thing I could tick off of my "father's list": I could no longer call Donna a "young" woman. My heart soared and sank at the realization that she was a fully-fledged woman, no "young" to it. I felt a swell of pride at how beautiful she looked, and a flash of incredulity that I could have had anything to do with it.

Rhonda came over to me and put her arms around my waist. I looked down into her face and was confused by the amusement I saw there. Then, it dawned on me how astounded I must have looked just then.

"She looks good, huh?"

I stood there a second before answering. "What can I say but... Wow!" Breaking away from my wife, I went to the stairs, still marveling at the gorgeous woman at the top. I held my hand out to Donna, and she started carefully descending to me. After a bit, she took my hand and smiled at me. "Do you like it, Daddy?"

I wanted to grab her close to me and never let go. "Darling, you look absolutely spectacular. I hope your date here appreciates what he's got." Turning to face Billy, I saw his intense look of dumbfounded shock had been replaced by a stupid grin. Suddenly, I thought, 'That's right. You're one lucky son of a bitch, kid.' Briefly after that, I thought, 'Hurt her and I'll break you in half, you little snot," but I knew the only way I'd really lose my cool would be if he really treated her badly. I remembered vaguely what I was like at his age, and I knew there were times even now when, just by existing, you were doing the woman wrong.

"Well, Billy," I said, "what do you think?"

The boy never took his eyes off Donna as he replied, more to her than anybody else, "What your Dad said: Wow! Donna, you look amazing! Are you sure you want to be seen looking that good with somebody like me?"

Donna laughed and unlike ever before, it seemed to light up the room. "Of course I do. I wouldn't have accepted if I didn't. Besides, you look awfully handsome, yourself."

To his credit, Billy turned bright crimson at the compliment and suddenly found his shoelaces incredibly interesting.

Donna was being much cooler about this whole thing than Billy, but as I said before, she's much more self-assured than anybody else her age I've ever met. "Billy," she said, "if you're going to be too embarrassed to be seen with me tonight, we can call the whole thing off."

Billy's head nearly broke the sound barrier, it snapped up so quickly. The look of horror on his face was priceless. When he saw the smile on Donna's face, he realized she was joking. I don't know how he usually acted, but around Rhonda and me, he seemed to be really flighty and unsure of himself. I hoped, for Donna's sake, that he wasn't like this all evening.

Suddenly, he thought to look at his watch.

"Oh, jeez. We need to get going. I have us a dinner reservation in twenty minutes." He offered Donna his arm. "Are you ready?"

With a big grin, Donna slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

When Donna's hand touched his arm, Billy's silly grin got even wider. I got the distinct impression that Billy was already glad he'd asked Donna to go with him. And even better, Donna seemed happy and excited about it, too.

The kids made their goodbyes, and just before heading out the door, Donna gave me a kiss on the cheek. The feeling of her warm lips on my skin lingered for several minutes after.

I must have stood at the door watching Billy's car pull out of the driveway and disappear down the street a little too long. An elbow in the ribs woke me up, and I looked down at my wife.

"How ya doin' there, champ?"

A beat. Distantly, "Fine."

I felt Rhonda's arm slide around my waist and her hip pull tight against mine. "Yeah, I can tell.

She's coming back, you know."

Another beat. "I know. Someday, though..."

Rhonda poked me in the belly with a finger. "Jesus, don't go getting all maudlin on me. It's not like he's taking her to live in Iceland or anything. It's only prom." She stood there with me a few more seconds. "Besides, we've got the house to ourselves for about six hours. Whattya wanna do, stud?"

I shook the woolgathering out of my head and turned to my wife. "Whattya got?"

She got all fake-thoughtful and said, "Let's see, there's sushi in the fridge and I rented a couple movies. We could sit and eat while we're watching one, then see how the evening progresses... How's that sound?"

I smiled, hoping I understood the kind of progression she had in mind. "That sounds great."

With one last glance out the door at the neighborhood, I closed it and followed Rhonda to the kitchen. I found her with her head in the refrigerator, evidently getting the sushi she mentioned. I grabbed a tray to carry that and drinks out to the living room where we could watch one of the movies she got.

Rhonda left me to carry everything in while she got the movie started. As soon as it began, I realized it was a romantic comedy we'd enjoyed together shortly after we were married. It had been a while since I'd seen it, so I rather looked forward to watching it again.

I sat the tray down on the table Rhonda had pulled in front of the couch, then took a seat next to her. We got busy removing the lids from the take-out containers, and when we were done, we had a delicious array of food to choose from.

While the movie played, we ate, sometimes feeding pieces of sushi to each other. It was one of our favorite things about eating sushi at home, that you could play with it a little. We laughed at each other when the wasabi hit just right... you know, when it makes your head feel like it had been shoved in an oven... that's when it's really good.

It seemed like it had been quite a while since we'd done anything like this, and it felt really good. The movie was funny, but also struck the proper chords to get the amour rising.

Once the sushi was done, I whisked the tray back out to the kitchen, then came back and got comfortable on the couch, reclining back so that there was no room for Rhonda unless she leaned against me. Which had been my idea in the first place.

She felt really nice against my body. We watched some more of the movie cuddled up like that, until my brain started to work again.

"You think she'll be okay?"

"Who, Donna?"

"Yeah."

Rhonda sighed. "Matt, you didn't worry like this when she was nine and we sent her to camp for a week. I know Billy's mom, and his dad runs the excavating business outside of town. She knows when she's supposed to be home, and if Billy knows what's good for him, he won't try anything she doesn't want to do. That self-defense course she took last year taught her a lot. From the look of things, she doesn't have anything to worry about. I'm sure Billy's more animated when he's around friends."

"I s'pose. It's just... I'm feeling a little depressed at how quickly she's grown up. Next semester, it's college. After that, who knows? She won't be just ours pretty soon, and any guy'd be lucky to have her. I mean, think about my reaction toward her a few months ago. If she can do that to her own father, she'll have to beat them off with a stick."

Rhonda snuggled in closer. "Yeah, maybe, but you have to admit, it's been a great ride. She's a wonderful girl. We did a heck of a job with her."

I squeezed her a little tighter. "Yes, we did. I guess I'm just being selfish. I don't want to think about having to let go."

Laying her head on my chest, Rhonda said, "Unfortunately, one day, we'll have to."

Neither of us said anything for quite some time. We watched the movie, but we didn't laugh at it anymore. We were both too caught up in our own thoughts. Eventually, I came up out of the funk I'd descended into and decided to make the most of whatever I was going to end up with. I brought one of my hands to Rhonda's breasts and gave a quick squeeze. "You mean I'm going to be stuck alone in the house with you? Eww."

Rhonda laughed, "The feeling's mutual, bud." She then tried to burrow closer to me than she already was. We were both back from the troubled thoughts of two parents contemplating letting their only chick fly from the nest, and now it appeared we were ready to play.

I petted Rhonda's hair while we watched the movie, laughing again. When the credits started rolling, Rhonda turned to me and asked, a hint of excitement in her voice, "There's another I rented. Want to put it in?"

A didn't know if there was a hidden meaning there, or if she expected me to make some kind of comment, or if she even realized what she'd said. Therefore, I took her question at face value, feeling a bit hot myself. "Go ahead. I don't know if I'll watch any of it, but start it up."

Rhonda bounded up from the couch, relieving the pressure of her body against my crotch, which for a few minutes, had been threatening to stiffen up on me. Now free of Rhonda's weight, I felt my cock start to harden awkwardly inside my pants. While watching my wife's ass wiggle the slightest bit while she was at the video player, I quickly reached in and adjusted myself. Ah, relief.

Just as I pulled my hand from my jeans, Rhonda turned. Her eyes latched onto my swelling cock, and I wondered, 'Did she see me with my hand in my pants, somehow? Was there a reflection in the TV screen?' Then I thought, 'Do I really care if she did see me?'

On the way back to the couch, Rhonda stretched and said, "Y'know, I'm ready to get comfortable. How 'bout you?" With that, she slicked off her T-shirt and flung it to the floor, then removed her jeans.

My, oh my, what a delectable sight! Rhonda stood there in lace bra and panties, a set I'd never seen before. Now clad only in her sexy underwear, she stood looking at me, and I felt myself instantly stiffen completely. Even though she wasn't trying to pose, just the tilt of her hips, the placement of her hands, and the way she was standing, made it look like she was.

"Well, young man," she said, "are you going to join me, or am I going to be the only one getting comfortable tonight? I can always put it all back on, you know."

I came to at that little thought. "We can't have that." I threw off my sneakers and unbuckled my belt. Rhonda stepped over to help, pulling my shirt up and over my head while I struggled to get my pants off: a difficult prospect, as I was still reclined back on the couch. We finally got the job done.

Just then, the new movie started. To my shock, it was a porn film. Rhonda and I had seen a few porn films together before, but she later admitted that they really didn't do much for her. So, to find that she'd actually gone out and chosen one consciously was amazing, but arousing at the same time. Of course, I had my favorite porn star right there in the room with me, and I reached up and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down with me on the couch, still in our underwear.

Wow, her skin felt so soft and warm against mine. I couldn't help myself and started caressing up and down her belly and legs, as much of her body as I could reach in this position. I avoided all the places I usually leapt for, and just kept my caresses neutral, if that was really possible at that point.

The film was a purely amateur thing. At least, the people looked like amateurs, and the lighting and camera angles seemed to point away from a pro video. The thought of watching other couples a lot like us was kind of cool, even though I found myself drawn away from the screen by the beautiful woman I had pulled up next to me.

Rhonda had pressed in close to my hard cock, and every once in a while, she'd snuggle up against it, just to let me know she was aware of its presence.

I had to concentrate to keep my hands from Rhonda's breasts and pussy, and it was taking more concentration yet to keep my touch light. The more aroused I got, the greater the desire was to paw insistently at her. Apparently my concentration was paying off, because Rhonda was by no means watching the TV, and my subtle touch on her skin was driving her nuts.

After a little while, I began to wonder just what would happen if I touched her pussy or nipples. I had a fair idea what would happen, but just for perversity's sake, I decided to give it a try.

On an upward stroke, I quickly reached in and tweaked a nipple. The increased moaning I received for that brief touch was as resounding as I'd expected, and there was an accompanying attempt to arch her body into the contact even more.

After a little bit more, Rhonda couldn't take it any longer. She rolled off the couch, out of my reach, then knelt at my side. She began clawing at my underwear, then finally got it pulled down and off. My drooling cock sprung free and waited for whatever she had in mind to do with it.

For some time, Rhonda simply knelt there, staring at my stiff cock, a crazed lust in her eyes. I wondered what she was going to do. Usually, when I managed to get her as worked up as she apparently was, she simply attacked my cock with an amazing energy. This hesitation was rather puzzling. My cock throbbed in anticipation of what was to come, whatever it might be. Surely there would be something. When she finally started to lean forward, I found myself moaning involuntarily, thinking I knew what was to come.

Her hand reached out as she approached, but instead of wrapping her fingers around the shaft to bring it to her mouth, Rhonda's hand simply laid on top of my erection and started to pet it up and down. She rested her head on my hip and kept her lustful gaze on my hard-on while she longingly, torturously, caressed my cock and balls.

I guess I must have been pretty damn worked up, too, because even this slight contact was driving me up the wall. Rhonda used only as much pressure as she had to, which made her gentle petting even more maddening. I found myself clutching onto the couch in a desperate attempt to assimilate the insanely pleasurable sensation my wife was giving me. If she continued as she was, I was sure I'd either cum from the stimulation, or for sure, if she took me in her mouth, I'd certainly fill her with sperm.

For quite a while she stroked down my cock, down my balls, then raised her hand and went back to the head to start again. She was petting me like I was a kitten or something, and the sensation was fantastic. Even though I'd convinced myself I'd cum just from that, the time Rhonda took before each new stroke was just enough that it let me cool down just a little, and the longer she kept it up, the slower she went before starting the next stroke. Therefore, all she was doing was pulling me higher and higher, with no peak in sight.

I was going utterly fucking nuts. I'd gone beyond words. It didn't hurt, but oh my god, I was horny. My cock drooled like crazy, just making Rhonda's smooth strokes that much smoother. I was helpless with arousal. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gotten this worked up from what amounted to a hand job. I thought I had my wife aroused to the point where she'd do anything to get off, but instead, she still had enough presence of mind that that was what she was doing to me! If she'd been using a little more pressure, it would have been enough to get me off. Somehow, she'd found the happy medium between that and not enough, and the result was a caress that kept me within sight of the edge, but would take me no closer. You may ask why I didn't just get up, throw her down and fuck the daylights out of her, but the fact of the matter was, at that moment, I was utterly incapable. At some point, I'd crossed the line of self- control and went into a realm where Rhonda was in charge utterly.

When Rhonda stopped petting my cock and balls, I was whimpering, I was so horny. I hoped she was going to suck me off or climb on and ride me to orgasm, but I was quickly to find out she had other plans. On one hand it was a relief when she took her hand away from my aching crotch, on the other hand, it felt so good...

I could barely see when she got off the floor, removed her bra and skinned off her sexy panties. Immediately, my body was screaming, "Oh yeah, sit right down on me!" but as I said earlier, she had other ideas.

Rhonda climbed onto the couch and straddled my face. I dove in like a man possessed. And I guess in a way, I was. She'd whipped me into the kind of frenzy I'd hoped to have gotten her into, and I took it out on her hot, soaking cunt. She was so excited by what she'd done to me, that her pussy was incredibly slick and musky. In my state, I was immediately drunk with the taste and odor of her arousal.

While I madly ate Rhonda's pussy, I gripped the cheeks of her ass, my fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh. Parting her butt with my hands, I worked one hand down and started to wiggle a finger into her tight ass. She let out a squeal, followed by a moan when my finger penetrated her tightest hole, and while my tongue and lips were going crazy on her pussy, I slipped not one, but two fingers into her rear.

I was just about to slide a third finger into my wife's clutching back door, when Rhonda reluctantly climbed off my face and held a hand out to me.

"Upstairs," she husked. We'd had sex virtually everywhere in the house, but found when it came to the fucking part, no place was better than our own bedroom. Foreplay seemed to work practically anywhere, but when my cock was in Rhonda's pussy, we both found ourselves more comfortable in bed.