Chapter 1: The Dorm

She loved her daddy. She was so proud of him. He was always there for her and he adored her. He was coming to her dorm, staying over one night, and from there the two of them would continue west to California. He would show her LA and drive up the coast to San Francisco where they would visit her uncle. He was her stepdad, but had raised her since she was 6 years old. He was still very active in her life even though her parents divorced a few years ago.

He arrived Friday about 4:00 having taken the day off from work. After 400 miles of driving, his neck hurt a little bit. He was glad that Ally had been driving now for many years and could help with the driving up the California Coast. They would take most of the week and their daily drive would be small with a number of strategically planned stops along the way.

Ally missed her dad. Her heart welled up when she saw him. He came across the campus from the parking lot and Ally spotted him at a distance. She started to jog toward him but evidently he hadn't seen her yet. As he walked across, she thought he cut a dashing figure. He had a positive—I'm going somewhere—step in his walk. A slim figure for his age, he carried a certain air of enjoyment about him. He always dressed well and his well tailored sport coat obstructed any love handles he may have developed. A dash of gray at his temples completed his rugged masculine look.

They greeted and hugged and kissed. Big daddy hugs. She always felt like a little girl in his arms, not fully the woman she had become. She wished he was with her all the time so he could see how she had grown. They relaxed in her room, went to dinner, stopped in the bookstore and visited a couple of the nicer casual places on campus. They talked. They never ran out of things to tell each other or topics and attitudes to explore and exchange.

They wound up back in Ally's room about 7:30. Since today started vacation week, the books were forgotten and by tomorrow night the place would be a ghost town. But many preferred to stay on campus Friday night to party and leave for home with the casualness of Saturday. The freshmen would, of course, all leave, which was OK by her. Now a junior, she found freshmen bothersome.

Maria, Ally's roommate had met her father before and found him easy to talk to. She said "hi" to them before when he dropped off his bag. She was getting ready to go home. She lived a short distance away and she planned on leaving around 9:00 p.m. Ally's father thanked her in advance for the use of her bed.

"Now don't be making me clean the sheets," Maria said. "I know how you young studs can be, getting your cream all over things. Don't be seducing any of my sisters, now!" She went on to say how she hadn't had a stud in her bed for over 6 months. She continued to kid with him as though he was one of her college boys.

The dorm was girls-only but the girls were pretty used to having boyfriends stay over. They acted very nonchalant about it. A large public bathroom occupied the center of the floor and the boys used it too when they stayed in the dorm with someone. The bathroom had a large row of independent stalls and an opposite wall with individual sinks. A break in the wall of sinks led to the showers which were set up with private individual stalls. Each shower stall had a small antechamber to hang clothes and towels and to change. Most of the girls just wore their robes into the shower and left the changing to their rooms.

Maria wanted to take a shower before she left because she would be seeing her boyfriend when she arrived home. She stripped down in the middle of the room, right in front of Ally's father! He couldn't help but watch her even though he felt Ally's eyes on him. He continued a casual conversation with Maria which helped to disguise the intensity of his biological reaction to this voluptuous young woman stripping off her clothes in front of him. The room was too small not to look! Maria got undressed right down to her white panties and bra. The panties were cut quite low in a bikini style and they looked a bit small for her as the cotton fabric was fully stretched over her curved buns.

Daddy seemed to handle it all right, thought Ally. She thought this kind of experience might be embarrassing for him but he seemed oblivious. Maria began gathering up her bathroom stuff—her makeup, her dryer, her toothpaste bag—and put them in a neat pile on the table. She then went and got her robe. It was a school issued robe, made of thin linen material, cut to about mid thigh. Before putting it on she turned her back to Ally's father, faced Ally and removed her bra without turning around, her entire naked back exposed to his view. She then put on the robe and slid her panties off. It was certainly modest enough. Then he spotted the mirror on the desk next to Ally. Damn! Too late for any glimpse this time.

"Can I help in any way, Maria," he joked. "Sure," she said tossing him her still warm panties. "Wash these for me while I shower, will you, Sport!" She was joking of course, he thought. He automatically caught the thrown item. His hand gently held her panties, fingertips at attention, feeling for moisture. His nose inhaled although he resisted putting them under his nose. He almost closed his eyes.

He, too, had to use the toilette and he excused himself shortly after Maria left. Maybe he would get a chance to see her in the bathroom. Somehow he felt cheated that he didn't notice the mirror soon enough. He wanted to see more of her tits. No sign of Maria when he got to the bathroom, but there were plenty of other girls walking around. He concentrated on not staring and found a stall. Before he sat down he heard someone enter the stall next to his. He sat there for a few minutes unable to go even though his bladder was full. Partly, it was his hardon. It was hard to relax as he stared out between the edges of the stall door watching the parade of young, healthy, well shaped bodies roll by. Even though they were dressed in robes some of them wore them rather casually not knowing there was a man in a stall. From this angle he caught a few patches of hair or the quick flash of a breast as they walked by.

He suddenly heard the girl in the next stall moan. He hadn't heard any trickle coming from her stall either but he had been more concentrated on his own until now. Now he completely forgot about taking his own piss and listened to the growing moans of the girl next door who was obviously in the throes of sexual desire. He wondered if she deliberately followed him into the next immediate stall. This must be her little sexual trick to get herself off. She knew he was in here. It didn't take but a second for her to follow him in. She saw him although he didn't see her and that excited him. He was the focus of a young girl's masturbation fantasy. Actually these are young women now, most in their twenties, like his daughter.

She moaned loud enough so he could clearly hear but soft enough the girls at the sinks couldn't hear. But she knew he could hear! The moans grew rapidly in pace and loudness. She came to an orgasm quickly. It was a twisted whimpering orgasm, clearly holding back the loud grunts she wanted to release. He had to get back before Ally would wonder what he was doing, even though he hadn't been able to take his piss. Also he wanted to get a look at the girl next to him and if he gauged her right she would be out of the stall in a hurry.

He cleaned up and got out of the stall right after her. He could see her cringe a bit when his door opened right behind hers. She was a petite young lady, wearing her own robe. It was tied at the hips showing off a nice waist and a small but pleasingly proportioned behind. He looked up and realized he was being watched by her in the mirror over the sink. They made eye contact and looking into the smile on his face—a real shit eating, full of wonderment smile—she couldn't help but smile back at him. She had a pixie face and wore no makeup. She might be a bit plain by the standards of college studs but he found her beautiful honesty about her sexuality to be attractive. Even if she was desperate or had done this before, the idea of his mature physique getting a young girl off was particularly good for his male ego. She had a great body, he thought, but she probably hadn't recognized its appeal yet.

While washing his hands, he continued to look at her, more leeringly as he went, letting her know he lusted for her with little anticipation that anything could happen. With a little makeup and confidence, she could be a heart breaker. She saw him looking her over from bottom to her top, when his eyes caught hers, desire raced between them. A spark could be felt. The boldness of his stare might have scared her a bit, as she left the bathroom in a hurry.

He returned to Ally's room. They talked some more and then Maria returned from her shower. Her hair was up in a towel and her face showed the briefest sign of added makeup. He wondered why she took the hairdryer if she didn't dry her hair. He fantasized that maybe she wanted to get back to the flirtation they had begun. The fullness of his bladder made his cock more sensitive to any excitement. His hardon was enjoying the extra expansion and its sexuality dominated the physical feelings of his body.

Maria was wrapped in her robe and not much else he assumed. She spent a few minutes dashing here and there in the room before she stood in front of the mirror at her corner desk. Leaning forward, she took a brush to her long hair and brushed it to one side. When she leaned forward, the loosely tied robe opened a V down her front exposing much of her brown skinned breast. Then she reached for the dryer and began to apply it to one side of her hair. She stood up straight but tilted her head to one side with a posture leaning to one side. An opening exposed her smooth olive skin from the bottom of her leg to the middle of the bulge at the top of her right leg in an inverted vee.

When she finished with one side, she repeated the routine on the other, except this time, the slit wound up on the other leg and a lot closer to the middle. Keeping up his end of the conversation became more difficult and he deflected the conversation to her by asking her about her family. A simple question about someone in her family seemed to get Maria talking at a rapid rate. She came from a large mixed race family (and had a beautiful light brown skin color). As she moved and pivoted, the vee slit got wider and black bushy hair could definitely be seen peeking out. It wasn't all the way to the top but appeared a few inches down. If the slit moved over just a bit, he thought, he might be able to see her whole bush. As if on his command, Maria shifted her weight and there it was in all its black beauty. He could clearly see the triangle and where her legs met. He looked up at Maria who was talking and looking at him but mostly focused on the effect of the dryer on her hair, apparently unaware of the show she was giving him. Ally was busy writing something in her journal.