Dad, I Have a Question Ch. 05

"Doesn't she have young wolves sniffing around the door all the time?"

"Not really. She's had dates, but nothing serious."

Caitlin said, "Same thing with the others. When I was their age, I had boys swarming all around me. I didn't have big boobs like Kiersten or Jamie's swimsuit model figure. I was a little Tinkerbell character, like Melody. But I had guys who would have happily bedded me. Boys don't seem to care about them."

"I've heard the girls talk. High school boys were too immature. Jamie said those guys want one thing, and she isn't interested in being a one-night conquest."

"Melody tells me the same thing. Says she wants an older man for her first. Probably some kind of Daddy thing, since she knows Doug took my virginity, and he's ten years older than me. That's why she was so excited about spending the night at your place."

"What?" I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer.

"She was excited about sleeping in a man's house, a man she thinks is really cute. Did she come on to you?"

"No! Besides, the other girls were there."

"I hoped she wouldn't do or say anything foolish with her friends right there. But, be honest. Do you think Melody is attractive?"

"Of course. She should be. She looks a lot like you."

"Thank you. Maybe I should re-phrase my question. If my daughter offered herself to you, what would you do?"

"I don't understand."

"Of course you do. If my daughter asked you to take her to bed, would you?"

"Caitlin! No!"

"Why not? She's cute, she's of age, she's on birth control, she's not attached, and I bet she's willing."

"I feel really awkward with this conversation."

"Good answer," she giggled. "That tells me that you think she's pretty and sexy, but you're too much of a gentleman to do anything."

"Well, yeah, she's awfully young, and she's my daughter's friend, and she's YOUR kid! You and Doug would kill me."

"He would if he noticed. Doug still thinks she's a little girl. He probably doesn't even know she thinks about sex. He sure as hell doesn't think about it much."

"Where is Doug, anyway? Melody said you'd both be home. That's why I agreed to come to the pool."

"He's off skeet-shooting with some guys from work. It's about the only outdoor activity he can do with his weight other than floating here, so I encourage him. Besides, it's better than him getting old axle grease on his clothes from that damn rust-bucket in the garage."

"How's he coming on the car?"

"Who cares, other than him? He goes to work, eats enough dinner for three, and then he's out there until bedtime. Often, I'm asleep before he comes upstairs. I've heard of golf widows, fishing widows, and football widows. I'm an old car widow."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"I used to be sorry. Say, do you want a drink? I could use a margarita." I watched her tight ass move in her little turquoise bottoms as she went into the house.

Moments later, Melody climbed out of the water and grabbed a towel. Her white bikini clung to her, showing the cleft between her dainty labia and her cute little nipples hardening as the water evaporated. Her mother told me she wanted me. Melody tried to tell me the same thing herself after breakfast. My God, the trouble I could get myself in!

Caitlin came back with limes, salt, glasses, and a pitcher of margaritas for the grown-ups, and three tall lemonades for the girls.

As Melody helped her mom with the tray, she muttered, "That suit doesn't cover much."

"Like yours does?" Caitlin giggled, gesturing to her daughter's chest and crotch. "I'm a hell of a lot more covered than I was when you sent Bill through the gate."

Melody laughed, and held her towel in front of herself while she adjusted her bikini bottoms. Loosening the fit in the front defined her ass crack more.

The other girls spotted the lemonade and got out of the pool. Now I had four pairs of poorly covered breasts, lips, and squeezable asscheeks in front of me. I did what any red-blooded man would do. I sat up, wadded a towel in my lap to hide what might happen, and grabbed my drink. Jamie could drive us home. Mid-day drinking always makes me sleepy. A long, slightly drunken nap in the warm shade this afternoon could occupy time I would otherwise spend as a frustrated perv.

When the girls finished their lemonade and Caitlin and I were through our second drinks, we decided to cool off in the pool. Water polo devolved into water tag, which became a game of "drown Bill."

When a girl tries to dunk you, you either fight her off or take her with you. Jamie was first and fairly easy to repel. I used every one of her ticklish spots. We splashed and wrestled, and I got a couple handfuls of boob and ass, but I doubt anyone noticed. When I picked her up and threw her away from me, Kiersten took up the assault.

She jumped on top of me, hands and arms on my head, trying to force me underwater. That put one breast in my face. I nibbled it through her suit, rooting for her nipple. "Bill!" she gasped. "Don't start what we can't finish!" She spent the rest of her time grabbing at my cock, rubbing herself on me, and jumping up so I could suck her other tit.

Melody climbed on my back. I pushed Kiersten away, and let myself fall back into the water, taking the little pixie clinging to my shoulders with me. When I was under, I spun to face her. She smiled at me from below, and shot up and grabbed on to me as I stood up. We came out of the water face to face, her legs wrapped around me, her lips inches from mine. "I'm really glad I'm getting to spend time with you, Bill."

She must have felt me against her. Grabbing at Jamie and playing with Kiersten had things firming up. "Let's go underwater again," she breathed.

I wasn't prepared for her to stick her tongue in my mouth, but that's what she did as she ground against me. Without thinking, I put a hand on her tiny ass to push her groin tighter against mine, and with the other, palmed a dainty breast. I kissed her back, hard, until we ran out of air.

We surfaced, her legs still around me, my hands on her back, our faces a respectable distance apart as we gasped for breath. I'm not sure which one of us wore the odder expression. Her face showed a mixture of lust and embarrassment, her eyes and mouth wide. Mine probably looked silly.

Caitlin splashed away what ever goofy look I had. She slapped the water, launching sheets of it into my eyes. "Stand back, girls! I'll show you how it's done!"

She came at me and jumped on top of me, much as Kiersten had. I could feel her nipple against my lips through the triangle of thin turquoise cloth. She played dirty, pinching my ass hard through my trunks and hooking my leg with hers, forcing us both under the surface. She clung to me, but now our faces were at the same level. She had a naughty grin on her face as her hand played over the front of my board trunks.

We surfaced together. "Don't say a word," she said, turning us so my back was to the teenagers. Her hand pushed under the waistband of my trunks, and her fingers closed over my shaft. "Nice." Then she moved away. "I can't drown him either," she called to the girls.

What the hell is going on? I'm popping boners all the time! That hasn't happened in almost twenty years! And who are they for? My own daughter, two of her teenage friends, and now, a married woman. Just great. Especially since they all knew it, or at least, knew I did it with them. Caitlin is a mom. She knows how a cock works. She had to feel I was half-hard when she got to me.

We swam and splashed a while longer, and then got out and toweled off. Kiersten went in for more lemonade, and Caitlin and I got to work on the rest of the pitcher of margaritas. All the women chattered, but no one said anything about our actions in the pool.

Caitlin and I lay and baked in the sun while the girls splashed in the pool. "Bill?"

"Hmmm?"

"You would screw my daughter, wouldn't you?"

That woke me up. "Huh?"

"You heard me. I felt you after she was all over you, so I think I already know the answer."

"Caitlin, I...."

"It's okay. You're a nice guy. I like you. She's all googly-eyed over you, so I'm pretty sure she'd go to bed with you. If she does, be nice."

"But I would never...."

"Stop, Bill. You had a hard-on, a very nice one, but it didn't start with me. It takes more time than I had with you for a man to get that hard. So who started you? Jamie, Kiersten, or Melody?"

I couldn't imagine what to say.

"C'mon, Bill. I felt it. I don't blame you. If I were a guy, I'd want them, and I wouldn't blame them for wanting what I think I could enjoy."

"You're married."

"True. They're young. One of them is your daughter."

She stared at me, making me feel very small. "You're a good man, Bill. Your secret is safe with me. I'll flatter myself and think I was the one who got you going. Doug sure doesn't react to me that way anymore. If I want something from him, I have to beg for it. He's too tired from carrying all that flab around and working on his stupid car."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"I'm sorry too. I like sex. I used to enjoy my husband, back when he could still get on top of me without half-killing me. Now, the only way I can do it with him is doggy-style. His gut turns me off if I have to see it. He bought me most of my toys. I think he's afraid the exertion of sex will kill him."

I thought about what Melody apparently saw through her parents' open door.

"You don't get out much, do you?" she asked.

"Not really."

"No girlfriend. I think I would have heard about that."

"No."

"You must be more frustrated than I am," she said, sipping her drink again.

I could tell her I'm getting all the sex I can handle from my daughter and Kiersten. Nope. Can't say that. Instead, I answered, "Not really. I have my job, whatever house and yard work Jamie doesn't do, making a good home for her, that sort of thing."

"Yes, and you always have pretty young girls at your house. It's probably a good thing you don't have a pool. If you did, you'd have to put up with this all the time." She untied her top and lay on her belly. She wasn't careful about keeping herself covered as she flattened her towel.

"Do you like seeing my breasts, Bill?" She smirked, turned her head away, and was still.

Soon, the girls joined us on the deck. Each followed Caitlin's lead, untying their tops and holding them against themselves carelessly to smooth their towels before lying down. Kiersten took the lounge on the other side of me from Caitlin. The brunette saw me turn my head toward her, and propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts exposed to me. "More sunblock, please?"

I got up, willing myself to not grow. Kiersten leaned back to give me the tube, smiling, since she saw where my eyes went. Carefully, I straddled her to work on her back.

Her ass moved under me the whole time. She wriggled, trying to rub me with it, cooing softly as I massaged her skin. When I was done, I gave her a playful smack on the bottom. I told myself there was nothing sexual about it. The surprised, naughty grin I got from Kiersten said she knew the truth.

"Me next, Dad," Jamie called. I saw the shape of her lips between her slightly spread legs through her thin, tight suit. Do I dare to straddle her? I didn't trust her to not reach around and grab me.

She didn't, but insisted I put sunblock on her butt. When I was done, I wanted to scamper to my lounge and lie on my belly.

"Bill, I burn right away," fair-skinned Melody said. "Do me next."

Considering her words from the night before, I halted for a second. No. She wants sun-block. If I did it right, I could straddle her but not touch her ass. It was hard on my thigh muscles, but that gave me something to think about other than the muscle that was already dangerously hard. Done with Melody, I headed to my chair.

"Not so fast," Caitlin said. "I don't want freckles. You did the girls. You can do me."

Why was she teasing me? WAS she intentionally teasing me, or was I a total pervert? I sure as hell felt like one, straddling this petite woman's body, one many teenagers would kill for, fighting the urge to rub my hard cock on it. Do her? In a heartbeat!

No! Having an illicit affair with another man's wife, the mother of one of my daughter's best friends, could get awkward. I tried to write a grocery list in my head to keep my composure while smoothing cream into Caitlin's bare back. When I got to her waist, she wriggled under me to pull her suit bottoms down a little, giving me a clear view of the top of her ass crack.

"Do me there, too, Bill," she giggled softly.

I spent much of the afternoon lying on my belly, swimming, or sitting with a towel in my lap. Every time I felt myself going blessedly flaccid, someone did something. Jamie was first. She rolled over onto her back and arranged the cups of her little suit to cover her, but didn't tie it. She apparently dozed off, because she shifted position. The suit didn't.

Melody noticed and saw me looking. She got off her lounge chair holding her top over herself, and bent over my daughter, showing me her little butt in her white bikini. I fantasized that I could see her sex and her little pucker through it. She re-arranged the pieces of yellow polka-dot cloth, and then flashed me a smokey smile. She knew damn well what I was admiring on both of them.

Caitlin turned her head in time to catch me squirming around on my chair, trying to find a position where I wasn't lying so uncomfortably on my again quite hard cock. She grinned. "Your daughter has beautiful breasts, doesn't she? And that little tushie on Melody – I'm so glad she inherited my best feature." Then she closed her eyes.

Mine opened when a cup of cold water hit my back. "What the hell?"

"Nap time is over, Bill. Come and soak with us," Caitlin said. My eyes followed her ass in that tiny turquoise suit over to the spa area at one corner of the pool. It was now in the shade. I must have slept for hours.

The girls were already crowded in the round spa. Caitlin indicated the vacant space between herself and Melody. I checked for a wardrobe malfunction, grabbed my towel, and joined them.

Soaking did feel good. We talked about high school, the differences between how it was for them and for people of their parents' generation. The conversation drifted to dating and social events.

"Why don't any of you have a boyfriend? Why don't you go on dates?" Caitlin asked.

"Mom, please, we've been through this," Melody fumed.

"Oh, I know your answer, honey. 'They're all immature and think with their dicks.' Right?"

Melody nodded.

"What about you, Jamie? Have you even been on a date? Not a group date, where two carloads of kids go to the movies. A date with just you and a guy alone?" Caitlin asked.

"A few. Not with the same guy twice, though," Jamie answered.

"Why not?"

"It didn't feel right. I kissed a couple of them goodnight, but they never asked again, so it mustn't have felt right to them either."

"So you don't have much experience with men. You're a virgin," Caitlin stated.

I felt Melody grab my knee under the water. It wasn't a sexual gesture at all. She was nervous. "Mom, do you think you should be asking those kinds of questions?"

"Why? Because Bill's here?"

"I'll answer," Jamie said. "No, I'm not a virgin. Dad knows who the guy is. That's all I'm going to say."

The only sound was the bubbles bouncing off our skin until Caitlin said, "Guess I over-stepped my bounds there. I'm sorry, Jamie."

"I'm not," my daughter said. "He's a good man."

"So!" Kiersten exclaimed, suddenly animated. "Let's plan a beach weekend before classes start!"

The girls huddled together to conspire. Melody's little hip wasn't against mine any more, but Caitlin pressed in closer. "If Melody said that in front of Doug, he'd have a stroke. You're a pretty cool dad. Do you think she was prepared? I don't mean protection – she sure as hell doesn't look pregnant. I mean emotionally prepared, able to enjoy it?"

Choosing my words carefully, I said, "I think she was okay with it. She said she was."

"You actually talked to her about it?"

"You have to understand, I'm both her mom and her dad. Melody talks to you about stuff, or you have girl-talk sessions, don't you?"

"Melody and I are very close. How do you think I know she'd give herself to you? So yes, I do understand and I admire you for it. I'm sure you don't know the part number for the carburetor re-build kit for a '57 Ford, and I doubt you're as good with a shotgun as Doug, but what you are is more of a man." Her hand slid up my thigh. "I've known you a long time. We should be better friends."

For some reason, I looked at Jamie. Her eyes were on Caitlin's hand, and then she looked at me. With an evil grin, she reached over her shoulder and turned up the jet action in the spa until there was no way to see what was happening under the water. She turned back to me, adjusted her top so that the upper edges of her areolas were exposed, winked, and turned her attention back to her friends.

Caitlin's fingers played over the bulge in my shorts. "You need a girlfriend, or a fuck-buddy, or a girl you can make into your slut. Maybe a frustrated mommy."

With my recent moral deterioration, I could see myself fucking another man's wife, especially a man like Doug with a wife like this. I could even see doing it in the late-day shade in their spa, but not it in front of our daughters and their friend. "You're probably right. Some day I should give that some serious thought." I rubbed a single finger over the bit of turquoise covering her womanhood. "Not today, but some time." I moved away, crowding in against the girls. "Is this an all-girl brain-storming session, or can the voice of reason be heard?"

Caitlin laughed. "Do you mean a male voice or an older, wiser voice? They're not always the same thing."

The girls shared their plans, I laid out rules I already knew Jamie would follow on her own, and Caitlin agreed as Melody nodded.

Kiersten said, "Don't worry about me. I know how to behave. I've seen what guys are like from going to some of my sister's pageants and modeling gigs. That's where I learned that smart girls travel in packs. Six eyes, six ears, three phones, thirty fingernails and maybe three pairs of cute shoes? We'll be fine."

We soaked and talked about summer and school as the sun sank. "Anyone know what time it is?" Caitlin asked.

Starting feel a little water-logged, I got out and dried myself enough to look at my phone. "Almost seven."

"Doug should be home soon."

"Uh oh, I'd better get out of this bikini before Daddy gets here," Melody said, climbing from the spa and wringing out her hair as she came toward the chairs.

"Yeah, your dad might not like seeing us looking like big girls," Jamie laughed. Soon the girls were dry enough to go inside to change.

Caitlin came over to me, her nipples very erect under the her skimpy top in the cooling evening air. She dried her hair, arms and legs, and then stripped off her suit to dry the rest of her. After an agonizingly long time, she wrapped the towel around herself and came to stand directly in front of me. "I meant what I said. We should be better friends." She had just given me something more than a friendly peck on the lips when the girls came bustling outside.

"I'm making burgers on the grill tonight, Dad. Do we have charcoal?" Jamie asked as the girls marched past us, heading to the car.

"Do you like burgers?" I asked.

"Yes, but I should get dressed and start dinner for Doug. Maybe a rain-check? Or drinks some time?

"We could," I said, as an impatient teen tooted my horn.

"Sounds like the Musketeers are hungry," Caitlin laughed. "I'll see you later." She turned and went in the house.

When we got home, I started the grill while the girls went upstairs to change and shower. Kiersten and Melody came down together, wearing oversized t-shirts and pajama pants. "The shower should be free. Jamie went in her room to get dressed when we came out."