I was in the bedroom, watching my reflection in the mirror over the dresser as I buttoned my shirt. Not to sound full of myself, but I looked pretty damn good for a 38-year-old single dad: Dark hair, dark eyes, and a strong jaw. I kept my beard trimmed short, giving me the bad-boy appearance of a street tough who hadn’t shaved for several days.

I briefly debated wearing a tie, but decided against it. The restaurant would be elegant, but not too formal. Besides, I didn’t want to have too many clothes to remove when I brought Jenny home at the end of the night.

My dick was already half hard just thinking about her.

I’d met her back in December at the office Christmas party. When she saw me, she came right up and introduced herself, telling me she’d seen me at work a few times and decided she wanted to get to know me. She was gorgeous, a 26 year old accounting clerk with chocolate brown hair and big tits. We fucked for the first time that night, in the bathroom on the third floor of our office building. I bent her over the sink and lifted the back of her dress while she pushed her panties down. She was already wet and I slipped right in. She was a little fuck-monster, thrusting her tight, round ass back against me as I pumped into her. She climaxed first, cumming all over my cock as her pussy spasmed and squeezed. That pushed me over the edge, and I filled her with hot sperm, my first orgasm with an actual woman since my wife left two years before.

On our first date she licked my asshole before sucking me off and swallowing my cum. And on our second date she let me fuck her in the ass.

The memory of our antics made me smile at myself in the mirror. I gave my cock a squeeze through my trousers, then put on some cologne. Today was February 14th. This would be our third date, and I couldn’t wait to see what other tricks my new fuck buddy had up her sleeve.

Whatever else happened, I was certain this would be a Valentine’s day to remember.

I put on a sport coat and decided I was ready. I left my room then, and as I was walking down the hall I was damn near run over by my half-naked daughter. Emma came bursting out of the bathroom, all excited for her first real date. She had just turned fourteen, and as near as I could tell she wore nothing under the white bath towel she had wrapped around her torso and tucked up under her arms. Her long golden-blond hair was already dry, neatly styled and pulled back over her shoulders. She had applied a touch of makeup, just a little blush and lip gloss.

When she saw me she stopped short and smiled, looking me up and down. “Whoa, Dad. I haven’t seen you that dressed up since Uncle Frank’s wedding.”

Gripping the lapels of my jacket, I said, “I decided against the tie. What do you think?”

She reached out a hand and adjusted the open collar of my shirt, stepping in close enough for me to smell the strawberry scent of her shampoo. “I think you look good just the way you are. Where are you taking her?”

“Leonardo’s. She’s half Italian.”

Before I could stop myself, my eyes dropped to Emma’s bare upper chest. The towel had slipped a little, revealing the soft rise of her breasts and the shallow cleavage between them. She saw me looking and blushed, tugging the towel up a little more snuggly.

Embarrassed to be caught looking, I cleared my throat and changed the subject. “What time is Ethan’s dad picking you up?”

“Six-thirty,” she said, the renewed excitement evident in her eyes. Ethan was in the eighth grade, like Emma, and he’d been chatting and flirting with her for several weeks before getting up the nerve to ask her to the Valentine’s dance.

“Is he taking you somewhere after the dance?”

She shrugged a bare shoulder. “We talked about pizza, but nothing definite. Honestly, I’m just happy to have a date tonight.”

She looked radiant. I gently took both her upper arms in my hands and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Well, have fun,” I told her. “But not too much fun.”

“Dad,” she said, squirming under my gaze, her cheeks turning pink again. “It’s only a dance.”

Valentine’s Day is one of the three busiest days of the year for restaurants, and Leonardo’s was packed. Fortunately I knew the manager quite well and he was able to get me a last-minute reservation. We had a small table in a dark corner at the back of the dining room. Like all the other tables, ours was adorned with a burning candle and one red rose in a fluted vase. Jenny and I sat side-by-side, with our backs to the wall, close enough for our legs to touch under the table. She wore an elegant black dress with a plunging neck line that put her full breasts nicely on display. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them later that night.

We both had the grilled lobster, and by the time dessert came we were into our second bottle of champagne. The alcohol had loosened our tongues and the topic of conversation soon turned to sex. I learned that Jenny had her first threesome in college, with her boyfriend and her roommate. I admitted to her that I had experimented with other guys in high school. She seemed quite turned-on by my revelation, and I felt her hand grip my leg under the table. “Did you swallow any cum?” she asked in a low voice.

Feeling my cock stiffen, I told her the truth. “Yes. Several times.” Then I put my own hand under the table and pushed up the hem of her dress, slipping my fingers down her soft inner thigh. Good thing the table cloth hung low enough in front to hide what we were doing. I kissed her on the cheek, moving a little closer, and slid my hand higher up her leg. “So, tell me about your first time,” I grunted.

She smiled. “It was in my bedroom,” she said in a quiet voice, “With my dad sleeping in the room next to mine.” She gave a little gasp when my fingers brushed the crotch of her thong, and I could feel the moist heat of her pussy through the silky fabric. “My best guy friend Jacob snuck in through the window. He was enough of a gentleman to lick my pussy first, then we did it on the floor, since the bedsprings creaked too loudly. He put me on my hands and knees and took me from behind -- kind of like you did our first time.”

I was slowly tracing the groove of her slit now, and she parted her legs a little. With a catch in her voice, she said, “We tried to be quiet, but I must have been moaning louder than I thought. Just as we were both about to cum, Dad knocked once on the door and pushed it open.”

“Oh, shit,” I said with a grin. “Did he kick the boy’s ass?”

Jenny looked thoughtful, remembering. “No. He just stared at us naked on the floor. He could see my tits dangling down, and he could see Jacob’s cock still stuck in me from behind. Finally, he said, ‘Keep it down a little. I have to work in the morning’. Then he closed the door.”

I was leaning close, hanging on every word. “My god. What did you do?”

She shrugged. “Jacob asked if he should finish and I told him he’d better, if he knew what was good for him.” She flashed me a huge grin. “He fucked me hard, slamming his groin into my ass until I felt a load of hot cum fill me up for the first time in my life.”

“Damn,” I said, sitting back in the chair. “How old were you?”

“Fourteen.” She examined my expression, knowing my own daughter was fourteen. The two of them had met once, briefly, when she stopped by the house to return a jacket I’d given her to wear home after our first date.

We were interrupted then when my phone buzzed with a text from Emma. She told me Ethan had come down with the stomach flu at the last minute and cancelled their date. I gave her my sympathies, and after a short pause she sent me another text: “Can I take one of your Ambien?”

I’d struggled with insomnia most of my adult life, and the Ambien was a lifesaver. My difficulty sleeping came and went. I might go months without an issue, then hit a streak where I couldn’t sleep more than 2 or 3 hours a night without a little help.

Lately I’d been sleeping pretty good, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt for Emma to take one of them, just to help her sleep off her disappointment. I texted my response. “Okay, but only one. Sleep tight.”

“Everything okay?” Asked Jenny, an expression of sincere concern in her brown eyes.

“Emma’s date for the dance cancelled at the last minute.”

“Do you need to leave?” Jenny was doing the polite thing, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that she didn’t want this date to end.

“No, Emma’s old enough to be on her own. She’s just feeling a little down, I think.”

Under the table, Jenny slid her hand up to my crotch and gave me a firm squeeze. Kissing the shell of my ear, she said, “Your turn. Tell me about the most twisted thing you’ve ever done.”

A recent incident popped into my head as soon as she finished her sentence. It was definitely twisted, but I had to stop and think. Did I trust her enough to tell her? A week ago I thought I would take this one to the grave, but I felt a connection to Jenny I’d never felt with another woman, a connection based on shared lust and perversion. My heart beat a little faster. “Does it have to be something I did, or can it be something I watched?”

Her eyes widened a little. “I was going to say something you did, but now I’m intrigued. What did you watch that was so twisted?”

With my hand still cupped over her cunt I gently squeezed, then leaned closer and lowered my voice. “Emma and I stayed at my sister Brenda’s house in Charleston over the holidays. Brenda has a son who’s fifteen, a year older than Emma. On New Years Eve, Brenda and I were upstairs in the living room, drinking beer in front of the fire and chatting about the old days. We could hear loud music coming from the basement, where Emma and Jake were working on the bottle of wine we’d given them to share.”

“Naughty,” said Jenny with a twinkle in her eye.

I grinned and took another sip of champagne, feeling the warmth flow down into my belly.

“Jake’s bedroom is at one end of the basement, and Emma was staying in the guest room at the other end. Since they were cousins, Brenda and I didn’t think much of the arrangement. How much trouble could they get into?”

Jenny was watching me closely, her hand slowly stroking my cock through my trousers. I could read the rapt interest in her eyes. “Anyway, I woke up around three in the morning, still half-drunk and having to piss like a race horse. After emptying my bladder, I decided to steal one of my sister’s cigarettes and go outside to smoke it. It was relatively warm for December in Charleston, somewhere above freezing, and there was no snow. I stepped into the back yard, and as I put the cigarette between my lips, I notice the light was still on in the basement rec room. Wondering if the kids had simply forgotten to turn it off, or if they were still up this late at night, I walked over and peeked in through the open curtains.”

Now Jenny was on the edge of her seat, hanging on my every word. “What did you see?” she asked.

I smiled at her prurient interest. “I saw Emma and Jake sitting on the sofa. Jake was still wearing a tee shirt, and Emma’s blouse was hanging open, but they were both naked below the waist, their legs spread wide. Emma had her cousin’s cock in her hand, stroking him with a steady rhythm, and Jake’s hand was cupped over her pussy, his finger sliding in and out.”

Under the table, Jenny’s hand squeezed the lump in my pants almost painfully. “Oh my god,” she said in a husky voice. “What did you do?”

I shrugged. “I was too stunned to do anything at first,” I said. Then I paused and looked at Jenny. Up to this point in my story I hadn’t done anything inappropriate -- other than peek in the basement window -- and that could be written off as a father’s concern for his daughter. Now it was time to put up or shut up. If I continued, Jenny might well give me a disgusted look and hurry out of the restaurant. But I really didn’t think she would.

I looked around to make sure no one was within earshoy, then lowered my voice. “That’s when I realized the sight of my daughter getting finger-fucked was making me hard. So I took out my cock and started stroking it, right there in the back yard as I peeked in the window.” I paused, and Jenny was quiet for a long time. I had a moment of panic when I couldn’t read her expression. “Was that a little TOO twisted?” I asked.

“God no.” She shook her head adamantly. “I’m actually a bit jealous,” she said quietly. “Emma’s a little hottie, and you got to see her naked.” She held my gaze then, letting me read the raw lust in her eyes.

I felt my belly tighten with a taboo thrill. It turned out my girlfriend was just as big a pervert as I was.

“Emma came first,” I continued quietly. “Her pussy humped up against his hand and her whole body went stiff. She spread her legs wider, lifting her knees, and she jacked his cock even faster. Then Jake shot his load. Most of it sprayed back onto his tee shirt, but a good bit of it flowed down over Emma’s hand. I shot my own load when she lifted her fingers to her face and sniffed his cum.”

Jenny blinked at me, wide-eyed. “Did she put it in her mouth?”

I shook my head. “She wrinkled her nose at the smell and wiped her hand on his tee shirt.” I shrugged and took another sip of champagne. “I don’t think they did any more than that. It looked like their first experience with each other, and we left the next day. But the drive home was a little surreal. I had to act all casual, chatting with my daughter like I hadn’t seen her pussy the night before.”

I watched Jenny’s face and stroked the front of her thong. She was quite obviously aroused by my little story. Then I kissed her cheek and said, “There’s more.”

“More?” She was definitely interested.

I nodded. “A week later I peeked on her again. It was after midnight on a school night, and I noticed a light under her bedroom door. I was just about to knock and tell her to go to sleep when I heard a soft moan. Guessing at what she was up to, I went out into the back yard and pulled a patio chair up to her bedroom window. Climbing up and standing on my toes, I could just see in through the curtains. She was totally naked this time, sitting up in bed against the headboard. She had her knees pulled up and her legs spread, one hand rubbing her pussy while the other played with her little tits. Then she picked up a hairbrush from the nightstand.”

Jenny’s grin widened. She knew where this was going.

“The handle was wide and cylindrical, with a smoothly rounded end. She put it in her mouth to get it wet, and I had my cock out of my pants by the time she slipped it into her pussy.” I gave a little chuckle. “She fucked herself like a wild child, pumping it in and out with her mouth hanging open. We both came at the same time that night. Her whole body went stiff just as I came against the side of the house.”