On the girls eighteenth birthday I hosted a party for them. Both Candy and Marsha were out of town for some real estate convention so I was the lone chaperon. It was a small gathering with just the girls and their dates. My daughter’s boyfriend, Jeff, was a really nice kid. He was respectful to Kelly and me. Casandra’s boyfriend seemed to be cut from the same cloth. Missy’s boyfriend was a jerk and after they had words he soon left. He sort of ruined the party.
I turned up the music to ease the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to relax and have a good time. Missy jumped back in the pool and swam for a bit until she climbed up on a raft and sunned herself. All three of the friends had grown to be beautiful young women. Missy was the most stunning of all. She has flaming red hair and nicely developed tits. The pool water was cold and as she climbed onto the raft I could detect some hard puffy nipples underneath that thin top. I watched her sunbathe on the raft for a bit while I tended to the snack bar. I mentally chastised myself for having the thoughts that were running through my head.
She sort of slithered up the wall of the pool and nested in a chaise. She pulled her bikini bottom up and the fabric was securely nestled in her beautiful soft slit. In addition, I could see her bright red pubes peaking around the crotch of her bottom. I started to get hard and hid it behind an empty tray as I went in the house.
I rushed for the shower and as I felt the warm water pulse over my body, relieved the pressure on my balls. I squirted my stuff all over the shower door and then turned the temperature down until I was presentable again. Missy was still on the chaise and greeted me with a smile.
Fast forward three months.
They had all been accepted at the same college and vowed to be best friends for life. It was graduation weekend and of course I attended the ceremony. Someone hosted a party and I went home. I wondered what my life would be like without Kelly as the focus. I was proud that I had raised a bright, inquisitive, and caring ten year old to maturity. Men aren’t really equipped to answer questions about things like mensuration and sex to a young blooming woman. It embarrassed us both but I got the job done. Thankfully Marsha and Candy stepped up when it came time to buy bras.
I was home alone and pulled off my swim trunks and took a dip before taking my place on the chaise and reflecting on the last eight years. I pulled the trunks back on before the girls came home at about midnight. I woke to Kelly kissing me on the cheek and could smell the whiskey on her breath.
“I shouldn’t drive. Can you take Missy home?” The previous plan was for her to be the designated driver if they served booze at the party. I told her I would and headed off to pull on a tank top. When I got to the door Missy was waiting for me.
“Thank you Mr. G! We can always count on you.” There was definitely whiskey on her breath as well. I took her to the car by the arm and held the door for her as she climbed in. She thanked me and we drove the fifteen miles to her house in silence except for her humming to the music. When we pulled into the drive I asked where her mother was. She told me she was out of town at a convention again with Cassandras mother. They both sold real estate.