Brooke

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and Scott was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee as he looked out the sliding glass door toward the pool. It was a familiar sight, and it brought a smile to his face. Ever since his daughter, Rachel, was eleven years old, most summer days and most weekends during the school year meant there'd be two or more girls splashing around in the pool. He had the pool put in the year after his wife died from an aggressive form of cancer, somehow trying to make it up to Rachel that she'd be growing up without a mother.

That was nine years ago. In some ways, very little had changed. Rachel still had the same group of best friends, Scott still worked at his same job, and he still missed his wife. In other ways, everything had changed. For two years now, the house was very empty during the school year, with Rachel away at college. His 'little girl' was now a young adult who didn't need him to play lifeguard when she was swimming. And, he realized, this could be the last summer Rachel lived at home. It was a bittersweet moment for him.

Brooke came walking into view and opened the door.

"Hi, Mr. T. How ya' doing today?"

"I'm good, Brooke, how about you?"

"Well, let's see. I've finished two years at my dream college, I don't start my summer job for another week, and I'm spending this beautiful day with my best friend swimming in her pool. I'd say I'm doing great!" she replied with a big smile.

Scott returned her smile as she walked past him on her way to the bathroom. Brooke had been Rachel's best friend from the moment they met. Through grade school, high school, and now college, they remained tight and told each other everything. They got excited for each other's first love, commiserated with each other for every break-up, and helped each other get through those awkward teenage years.

Brooke was also Scott's favorite among Rachel's friends. She was very polite, was good to Rachel, and always had a smile on her face. She helped Rachel a lot when her mom died and, for a ten-year-old, she seemed incredibly understanding of what Rachel needed. Sometimes she forced Rachel to do something fun. Sometimes, she just held Rachel when she cried. And sometimes she just sat with her, in silence, letting Rachel know she was there for her. That sensitivity continued to be present as the girls grew older. Brooke even knew when Scott was having a bad day and would give him a big hug when she came in or when she left.

When Brooke was heading back outside, she stopped just as she opened the door.

"Aren't you coming out, Mr. T? It's awfully nice out," she asked.

"No, I've got to do a little work this morning for a project I'm working on. Maybe later. Besides, you girls don't want an old guy out there stifling your conversation," he said with a smirk.

Brooke laughed out loud.

"Not only are you NOT old, but you've been around us - well, at least me - long enough to know that I'll say whatever I'm thinking, whether you're there or not."

Scott chuckled. It was true. Sometimes Brooke talked about things that made him uncomfortable, but it never stopped her. If she was having dinner at their house or sleeping over, both of which were common events, she had no qualms talking about the boys at school and what they were trying to do on dates. Sometimes Scott had to bite his tongue, but he was always glad she and Rachel felt comfortable talking about anything in front of him - even if he felt awkward.

"I'll try to come out later," he said.

Brooke smiled and then walked back outside, closing the door behind her.

Scott eventually got to his computer and pulled up the spreadsheets he had to work on. He had a little trouble concentrating because of all the screaming and laughing outside, but finally he finished what he needed to get done. He put some soft drinks and snacks on a tray and carried it outside.

"Thanks, Dad!" Rachel yelled from the other end of the pool.

Scott waved back and smiled. He loved Rachel more than she could imagine, and he loved seeing her happy.

Sunday was pretty much a repeat of Saturday. Rachel was already outside getting some sun by the time Scott came downstairs. He was sitting at the kitchen table, already on his second cup of coffee, when Brooke walked through the gate to join Rachel. She walked up to the glass door, looked into the kitchen, and waved to Scott. He smiled as he waved back. Fifteen minutes later, Haley joined them.

At some point, Brooke came in again to use the bathroom.

"Hey, Mr. T. Having a good day today?"

"I am, thanks Brooke. You know I always enjoy watching you girls have fun in the pool. You've been doing it a long time. I hope this isn't the last summer for that."

Brooke sensed a certain sadness as he looked out at his daughter, who looked a lot like her mom.

"You know, Mr. T, you did a wonderful job with Rachel. You were both mother and father, and look at her now. She's kind, smart, well-adjusted and never even got arrested," she said with a laugh.

Scott smiled.

"I never would have made it through some of the tough times without your family," he said. "Thank god your mom was there to help her through the girl stuff," he continued, making air quotes as he said 'the girl stuff'.

Brooke broke out in a loud laugh.

"My mother? Are you kidding? I don't think she EVER talked about girl stuff with me," she said, also making air quotes around 'girl stuff'. "I'm still not sure if my mother knows where babies come from or how to use a tampon," she said, laughing again. "I think you mean thank god for my older sister!"

Scott laughed.

"Well, whoever in your family helped her, please say thank you."

"Will do," she replied, with her voice trailing off as she walked toward the bathroom.

Scott returned to his coffee and frequent glances outside. He couldn't help but notice these were not little girls in his pool but young women with nice bodies wearing bikinis. The entire time Rachel and her friends were going through puberty and developing, he never once looked at their bodies. Usually it was easy, but even if someone was wearing something a little more revealing, he forced himself to only look at her eyes when talking to her and to never even try to sneak a peek at her body when she wasn't looking. These were kids he knew as little girls, and that's the only way he wanted to think about them.

Of course, he also didn't want them to think he was a pervert or to make them feel uncomfortable around him. He liked it when Rachel's friends hung out at her house. First, he was glad she wasn't embarrassed by the house or her dad. But it also meant he could keep an eye on things and know she was safe. Obviously, there were other good parents, but he felt better knowing exactly what was going on when the girls were at his house.

But now, it was a little harder not to think of the girls as women. He knew it might be wrong, but the fact is they WERE women. And most of them had great bodies. He still made sure he was never staring when they were around, since he didn't want to creep them out, but he certainly watched sometimes from the house or when wearing sunglasses to hide where he was staring.

While he was looking outside, Haley got out of the water at the far end and started walking toward the loungers which were in front of the kitchen windows. As she walked, her large breasts bounced in her loose and revealing bikini, with water dripping off her long, blond hair and the rest of her body. Scott stared the entire time she walked toward the house, knowing she couldn't see him through the window.

He was shocked out of his stupor when he heard a voice behind him.

"Yeah, Haley always had the nicest boobs," he heard Brooke say.

BUSTED, he thought.

"Those are something, aren't they?" she asked.

Scott turned red.

"Uh, I don't know. I hadn't noticed."

Brooke laughed.

"It's okay, Mr. T. EVERY guy loves Haley's boobs. How can you not? Look at them."

"Actually, Brooke," he finally said, after his embarrassment passed, "every guy doesn't love large boobs."

Brooke laughed.

"Of COURSE they do!" she argued.

"That's simply not true," he countered.

"Yeah, well based on a two-year study of my own," said the very attractive but small-breasted woman, "I can tell you every guy who's at college seems to love large breasts," she said. "Maybe it's only the dumb ones that like small breasts."

"I beg your pardon, young lady," Scott said, with a mock rebuke. "I have a Bachelor's Degree AND a Master's degree from an EXCELLENT University!'

Suddenly, Scott started to turn red, realizing he was admitting more than he necessarily intended.

"Oh, REALLY, Mr. T? So are you telling me YOU like small breasts?" she teased him, with a huge smile on her face.

Scott looked at her, unsure what to say. Finally, he tried to change the subject.

"You know, Brooke, you're 20 years old. You've known me over 80% of your life. As an adult, you really could call me Scott."

Brooke smiled, both at his attempt to change the subject and his request.

"Some of Rachel's friends DO call you Scott, right?" she asked.

He nodded.

"And a few still call you Mr. Thomas, right?"

He nodded again.

"But nobody else calls you Mr. T, do they?"

He shook his head.

"Then I think I'll just keep that as my special name for you. It makes me feel special that it's only for me."

As she walked toward the door to go back outside, she bent down behind him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, like she had done a thousand times before. But this time, Scott closed his eyes as she did.

"See you later, Mr. T," she said as she walked out the door.

Now that she brought up the subject, Scott couldn't help but notice Brooke's smaller but very attractive breasts. She was right - he liked small breasts. And hers were perfect. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about his daughter's best friend like that, but now he couldn't get her out of his mind.

Since none of the girls had started summer jobs yet, they were usually at the house for part of the day. The weather had been beautiful, so they took advantage of it to get some sun, swim, and just visit with friends. Scott spent most of his time in his office at home and tried not to get too distracted by the laughing and occasional screaming outside.

Whenever Brooke came into the house, whether to use the bathroom or to get a cold drink, she always walked by Scott's office. If he was on the phone, she just waved. If he wasn't, she'd always walk in and say hi. She didn't bring up last weekend's conversation, but that didn't stop Scott from thinking about her breasts - and checking out how she looked in each day's bikini - whenever she stopped by. Each time he'd chide himself, but it didn't stop him from doing it again the next time he saw her.

The following Saturday morning, Scott was again sitting at the kitchen table. It was an unusually quiet day since there was no one in the pool. He was just taking a sip of coffee when the doorbell rang.

When he opened the door, Brooke was standing there. She had her usual smile on her face, but she looked just a little different. She had just a touch of makeup around her eyes which made her brown eyes look even bigger and more inviting than usual. Her black hair had a perfectly straight part down the middle and hung straight down the sides of her face and onto her back, just below her shoulders. Her lips had a little gloss to them. She looked beautiful to Scott.

In the flash of the two seconds when he first opened the door, he also noticed she was wearing a sleeveless, white, stretchy top that hugged her breasts and showed their exact outline. Even though he had seen her hundreds of times in a bikini, which sometimes showed the top edge of her breasts, this top, which totally covered everything, seemed to put her breasts even more on display. She looked so sexy that Scott almost gasped. He felt himself getting excited. She also had on a simple, lightweight denim skirt.

"Hi, Brooke," he finally managed to say.

As she walked past him into the house and tossed her clutch on a table, she flashed a smile and said, "Hi, Mr. T. How are you today?"

Scott closed the door and turned toward her.

"I'm fine, thanks, but you know Rachel isn't here. She left for Springfield this morning to visit Susan. She won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh yeah," Brooke said, "I totally forgot. Sorry to bother you."

"Never a bother to see you, Brooke," Scott replied.

Brooke took a step to the door to leave, but then she stopped. She stood in place for a couple of awkward seconds, debating with herself, before turning around to look at Scott.

"Can I ask you a question, Mr. T?"

"Of course, Brooke."

"Do you promise to give me an honest answer?"

Scott was surprised by this, but he replied, "Of course."

Brooke just stared directly into Scott's eyes for five seconds before finally speaking, using a fairly quiet voice.

"Mr. T," she started, "do you really like small breasts?"

Scott was quite surprised with this question and stood quietly for a couple of seconds, though it seemed much longer. But he knew he promised Brooke an honest answer.

"Actually," he quietly said, while trying to stare at Brooke's eyes but occasionally taking quick glances at her breasts, "yes I do."

Brooke smiled and again stared directly at him with intensity.

"Do you think my breasts are nice?" she asked.

Scott was shocked that she asked him this.

"Umm, I'm not sure this is an appropriate conversation," he replied.

"C'mon, Mr. T, you said you'd answer me honestly. I really need to know. Do you think my breasts are nice?"

Scott just looked at her, this time being much less subtle as his eyes shifted between Brooke's eyes and her breasts. His dick was fully hard, creating a bulge in his shorts. Finally, he took a deep breath.

"Yes, Brooke, I think you have a wonderful figure."

"And you like my breasts?" she asked again.

Scott noticed that Brooke's nipples started poking her top.

"Yes, Brooke, I do. Very much."

Again, Brooke smiled.

"Do they get you excited," she asked as she suddenly pulled the hem of her top up to her neck, exposing her braless breasts to him.

Scott's eyes popped open, and he just stared for a second. He was looking at her perfect, small B breasts with dark areolas. Her short nipples were very hard. Scott couldn't believe he was seeing this. Finally, he looked back at Brooke's eyes and asked, "What are you doing, Brooke?"

Still smiling, she took a step toward him. She grabbed both of his hands, pulled them toward her, and placed them on her breasts. Without even realizing he was doing it, Scott very subtly squeezed them.

"I just need to know if they excite you."

Then she moved her hand to his crotch and felt his very hard dick.

"Mmm," she said very quietly, "I guess you DO like them."

Realizing where his hands were and what he was doing, he removed his hands and took a step back.

"What are you doing, Brooke?" he asked again.

Brooke stepped forward again.

"What do you think I'm doing?" she said quietly. "I'm trying to seduce you. Don't you want me?"

"Yes, yes," he stammered, "but we can't..."

Brooke put a finger on his lips to silence him.

"Yes, we can," she said. "Last week, you told me I'm an adult. And I'm very consenting. We are two consenting adults, and we can do whatever we want."

She leaned in and put her mouth right next to his ear. In a very soft voice - almost a whisper - she said, "Make love to me, Scott."

The minute she called him Scott - for the first time ever - a switch flipped in his brain. She was no longer his daughter's best friend; she was now the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen. And she wanted him to make love to her.

A small smile crept across his face as his hand slid up her stomach and back onto her breast. He gave it a soft squeeze as he leaned into her and placed his lips on hers. She moaned as their lips met, put her hand behind his head to pull him against her, and kissed him as passionately as she knew how. Their tongues were quickly in each other's mouths, and they were breathing heavily. Scott slipped her hard nipple between his thumb and index finger and gave a little squeeze, bringing another moan from Brooke.

Suddenly Scott pulled away, breaking the kiss, and pulled his hand away from her breast. He looked in her eyes, then at her breasts, and then back to her eyes. A broad smile came across his face as he took her hand in his and silently walked with her to his bedroom.

As soon as they got in the bedroom, he turned Brooke to face him. He grabbed her top, which was bunched up above her breasts, and Brooke held her hands straight up so he could remove it. After tossing the top to the side, he just looked at Brooke for a couple of seconds, moving his gaze from her eyes to her breasts to her eyes.

"My god, Brooke, you are beautiful!"

She smiled for a second before again pulling his head toward her and gently kissed him. She pulled her head back, looked at him, and then returned her lips to his, this time fiercely kissing him hard. Scott's hand quickly returned to her breast, alternating between gently caressing it, squeezing it more forcefully, and pinching her nipple. He was, of course, incredibly excited and incredibly hard. His free hand moved to Brooke's butt and pulled her hard against him. She loved feeling his hard dick press against her almost as much as he enjoyed the feeling.

Without moving his hands, Scott broke this kiss and moved his mouth to her free breast. He licked her nipple twice before latching on to it, sucking and flicking his tongue over it. Brooke let out a sweet moan as she held his head in place.

"Oh, yeah, Scott," she encouraged him.

He continued licking and sucking one breast while caressing the other. After a few minutes, he swapped breasts but continued the actions. Brooke was quietly whimpering as she felt herself getting incredibly wet. She was subtly grinding on Scott's hard dick. They both were breathing hard.

After a few minutes, Scott pulled away. He quickly pulled off his shirt, shoes, and socks. Brooke smiled as she unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down the zipper, then pushed the shorts to the floor. She rubbed his dick through his boxer-briefs, causing him to close his eyes and let out a soft groan. He managed to open his eyes and unbutton and unzip Brooke's skirt, causing it to fall to the floor. She kicked the skirt to the side and stepped out of her flipflops. There was a huge wet spot on her pink panties.

Scott put his hand over her wet panties and rubbed up and down, causing Brooke to whine.

"You have no idea how excited you make me, Scott," she quietly said.

He slipped his hand into her panties and slid it down, feeling some hair and then encountering smooth, wet lips. His middle finger slipped between her lips, causing the loudest cry yet from Brooke, accompanied by a groan from Scott. After a couple of up-and-down strokes, he curled his finger and slid it into her pussy.

"Oh, god," Brooke cried out. He slowly fingered her as he bent over to suck on her right breast. Again, Brooke grabbed his head and held it against her breast. He continued stroking and sucking until he pulled out his very wet finger, slid it up, and gently rubbed it over her clit.

"UGH!" she cried out, thrusting her hips forward against his finger. He used his finger to circle around her clit before again gently going directly over it. Again, she thrust forward and cried out.

Scott was more excited than he could ever remember being. Just touching this beautiful woman, of course, had him thrilled, but hearing her sweet cries of pleasure as he touched her made him feel like his head was going to explode.

After a few minutes, Scott knelt down and pulled down her panties. As her dense, black landing strip came into view, Scott let out a moan. After she stepped out of her panties, Scott remained kneeling on the floor. He put his hands on her butt and pulled her forward as he kissed the top of her landing strip. He slowly moved down, kissing along the way. He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked up across Brooke's clit. She cried out and grabbed his head. Liking the response, he did it two more times. Each lick was met with the same response.