I’m not sure how all of what I am going to tell you happened.
I’m writing this down, I guess, to try and sort all of it out.
You see, I’m not such a bad guy. I have a good job (as a copy
editor with a major newspaper) and I make good money. Me and Amy,
my eighteen year old daughter, live a very comfortable life. I’m
in good shape (for a thirty-eight year old man) and I visit the
health club and lift a few weights twice a week.
Amy is the problem. A real problem! I don’t know when this
problem started. I don’t know if it was after her mother and I
divorced (when Amy was twelve) or if it started when she first
brought over her girlfriend Valerie.
Valerie.
It had to be that moment that I first set eyes on Valerie.
She was a tall, leggy girl (like my little Amy) with long, brown
hair (like Amy). Valerie had green eyes though. Not hazel green
but emerald green. Eyes like you’ve never seen in your life. They
were beautiful. So was the rest of Valerie. She had a creamy
complexion and full lips. She looked a lot like Miriah Carey (the
singer) only younger. Her figure was a lot like my daughter’s too;
like I say, long legs and a thin waist. Both girls had nice rear
ends and full breasts. But, while my daughter liked to wear
clothes that hid her girlish figure, Valerie wore low-cut tops,
that revealed her cleavage and tight slacks that highlighted her
legs and her behind.
Valerie’s attitude was different than Amy’s as well. She was
always outspoken and boisterous whereas my daughter was a quiet
person for the most part.
And that brings us to my problem.
I didn’t quite know how to take my darling little daughter having
such an outgoing person for a friend. I didn’t know what kind of
effect it would have on her at such an important stage of her life.
You see, Amy had always been such a dutiful girl in her
relationship with me. When her mother and I divorced, Amy became
the little housekeeper. She took care of the meals and the dishes
and the laundry and everything that her mother used to take care
of. And she seemed to like the role. On top of all that, Amy was
an A student at school and had after school activities like choirs
and girls tennis team. I guess she was popular at school but she
never really had any boys for dates. She did attend school dances
though. I would take her and pick her up afterwards.
Amy was just about as perfect a daughter as anyone could want.
She was sweet and unaffected by her bitch of a mother who left for
California and has never been heard from again.
Valerie changed all that.
I should have seen it coming and done something to squash their
relationship. I should have known the effect of peers on girls of
Amy’s age. I should have forbidden her to see Valerie and have her
around our house.
But I didn’t.
And do you know why?
Because, from the moment I saw Valerie, (sweet, eighteen year old
Valerie) I wanted to fuck her.
I don’t mean like just thinking, `Gee I’d like to fuck that’,
like when you see a foxy babe at the supermarket. This was much
more. There was a click in my head the moment I peered into those
green eyes. There was an instant connection. I craved her. I
desired her with all my might. I hungered for her body and her
warmth and her very fragrance like I had never yearned for anything
in my life.
“This is Valerie, Dad,” Amy had said as the lovely girl stood
beside her, holding her hand.
“Hi, Mr. Bristol,” she had said, smiling with those perfect,
white teeth and those green eyes sparkling at me.
What was I to do?
I left them and went into my den, off the livingroom, to let them
do their teenage things. They used the phone a lot but Amy had her
own line and that was okay.
Valerie was around our house a lot after that. And she wasn’t
alone. She started to bring boys over with her. Boys with large
hands and they would laugh and carry on in the livingroom and
kitchen.
Once they brought two boys up to Amy’s bedroom. It was all very
innocent (or so Amy said) and, when I chanced on them, they were
just going through Amy’s photo albums. But I forbade her to ever
have boys in her room.
Amy was embarrassed and sassy, after Valerie left, and told me
that Val had boys in her bedroom all the time but that nothing ever
happened.
“You’re so old fashioned,” Amy said. “We weren’t doing
anything!”
“It doesn’t MATTER,” I scolded. “It’s how it LOOKS!”
“Valerie’s father lets her have boys in her room!”
“I don’t care what Valerie’s father allows. We’re talking about
YOU!”
See how it was? It seemed as though Amy’s girlfriend was allowed
to do all the things that I wouldn’t allow for Amy. And, as Amy
pointed out many times, Valerie seemed to be able to get anything
she wanted from HER father.
What was I to do? I knew that I should tell my daughter to stay
away from Valerie but what good would that do? She would still see
her at school and the two of them might sneak off together whenever
they wanted. I decided not to separate them for that reason.
Or was that the reason?
See, I still wanted Valerie around for my own selfish reasons.
I loved to look at her. Stare at her. Be around her myself. And
Valerie seemed to know this. She seemed to have a sense of it.
It started out on such a small, innocent scale.
Valerie would be over, at dinner time, and Amy would invite her
to stay. We would eat together and then Amy and Val would do the
dishes. I would be staring at Valerie’s thin waist and firm little
ass, in her tight jeans, while the two of them stood at the sink.
Valerie would turn and ask me how my day had been and I would stare
into her beautiful, green eyes and answer her while I stared at
her exquisite full lips and perfect, white teeth.
Valerie would go about picking the rest of the dinner dishes up
from the table but I would feel her tender, firm, young body
rubbing against mine as she picked up my plate. The feel and sight
of her, as well as her scent, would cause me to gain an erection
as I sat at the table and I would have to stay seated until it went
away.
This casual body contact would occur more frequently the more
Amy’s friend was in our house. Sometimes it created embarrassing
moments like when she would stay the night and Val and Amy would
be in their night clothes (usually just t-shirts and panties) and
I would come into the living room and see them playing a Nintendo
game. Valerie would sit cross-legged and I could see the crotch
of her underpants as I passed by. The sight of the white cotton,
between her full, soft-looking, youthful thighs, would make me
swoon. I would lean over to pick up my newspaper and Valerie would
jump up to get it for me and her curvy little body would bump
against mine, causing her to lose her balance and I would wrap an
arm around her to steady her and (for a moment) I would have this
beautiful little girl in my arms and feel her thin waist and her
breasts against my chest. She would giggle up at me for a moment
before I quickly let go of her but I could feel my boner grow
against her and (I wondered) if she could feel it to.
Was she doing it deliberately? No! Teenage girls were just all
legs and awkward, I told myself. I just had to keep away from her
and keep these thoughts (of supple young girl flesh) away from my
adult mind.
“LUSTING FOR VALERIE”
CHAPTER 2
“I want an expense account!” my daughter told me one day at
dinner.
“A what?”
“An expense account!” she went on excitedly, “Valerie’s dad keeps
money in a checking account, at the bank, just for her. That way,
Val can write checks for whatever she wants and her dad just keeps
money, in there, to cover it.”
“I don’t think so,” I told her. “We can go shopping for what you
need.”
“But, Dad, that’s so embarrassing! Going to the store with your
father! And you make me pick out such nurdy things! Valerie buys
what she wants!”
“Amy, I don’t think you should have that much latitude with
money. I’ll give you twenty bucks….”
“Twenty bucks? You can’t find anything cool for twenty bucks!”
“Okay, thirty then…”
“That’s not the point! Valerie has all the money she needs….”
I was getting mad now as I looked into my daughter’s defiant,
freckled face. “Amy, let’s not have this `What Valerie gets to do’
conversation again. I’m not Valerie’s dad, I’m yours. And I don’t
know why he lets her have her way so much…”
“Mr. McCreedy is cool! He’s not full of old fashioned ideas….”
“Forget it Amy!” I got up from the table. “Get your dishes
done. I don’t want to talk about crazy ideas like expense accounts
for teenagers!”
“But Dad,” her soft voice called from behind me as I left the
kitchen, “can I have the thirty?”
I stopped and took a ten and twenty from my pocket and handed it
to her.
“Valerie’s coming over and we’re going to the mall.”
“The mall? I don’t like you hanging around at the mall.”
“But Dad, that’s where the clothes are!”
I guess I was being dumb about the mall. “Oh alright,” I said as
I left the kitchen.
The next day, after work, I had to pick Amy and Valerie up from
school. Valerie had talked Amy into joining the girls tennis team
and the two of them were at practice.
I pulled up and spotted them. They were standing by a tree, in
their tennis skirts, talking to two boys. In their matching tennis
outfits, they looked like twin sisters.
I tooted the horn and they came running, clutching their bags and
rackets.
“Hi Mr. Bristol,” Valerie said as she pushed the bucket seat up
and got in. I couldn’t help but see a heart-stopping display of
creamy, young thighs and white panties, under the short, tennis
skirt as she manoeuvered into the back. Val flashed a smile at me
as she pulled the seat back. Amy jumped into the seat next to me.
“Hi Daddy!” Amy said as she closed the door.
The heat was oppressive as I put the car in gear and sped off.
I wanted to create a breeze to try and cool off.
As I drove through the afternoon traffic, I noticed, in the rear-
view mirror, Valerie resting back on the seat and fanning herself
with her hand. I reached over and adjusted the mirror and, as I
did, I caught a glimpse of her lap and stopped moving the mirror.
Valerie was sitting in such a way, with her legs casually apart,
that I could see the crotch of her panties between her thighs. The
sight made the breath catch in my throat. I could see beads of
sweat on her soft-looking skin and the white crotch of her
underpants shown with a long, moist spot in the center that
followed the outline of her concealed feminine cleft.
“Whew! It sure is hot!” I heard her say from behind me as I
tried to watch the road and her open nether area at the same time.
“I’ll say!” Amy responded.
I saw Valerie’s hand come into view and she grabbed the short hem
of the tennis skirt and started to wave it to fan her legs. “My
clothes are sticking to me.”
“Yeah,” my daughter said, “we shouldn’t have played so hard in
this heat.”
As I peered into the mirror I saw both of Valerie’s hands appear
and she opened her legs wide and grabbed the crotch of her panties
and pulled the crotch out away from her.
At that moment I got my first glimpse of Valerie’s beautiful
pussy in every detail. With her legs splayed open I could see the
thick, black, downy looking pussy hair. It was perfectly formed
from just above her pubic bone to just above her ass cheeks
(compressed into the car seat). The area between her pussy lips
was open and I could see the pink, wet-looking inner lips and make
out the opening of her vagina and her ample, pink clitoris above
that. I stared into the mirror intently because I knew the display
would only last a fleeting moment. But no. As I stared, Valerie
pulled the white crotch far to the side with the long, slender
fingers on one hand and began to rub up and down her pink,
secretion slickened, feminine trench with the fingertips of the
other.
My cock was rock hard now as I watched her lift her behind from
the seat a little and her middle fingers formed a vee and parted
her puffy outer lips so that my view was now deep into her moist-
looking vagina.
Was she doing this on purpose, I asked myself?
Suddenly a horn blared and Amy reached over and grabbed the
steering wheel as I turned my attention to the road and saw that
we had drifted into the oncoming lane. “Look out!” Amy yelled and
I quickly regained myself and righted our path into the proper
lane, narrowly missing a screaming, grey haired woman in a Buick.
“What was THAT all about?” Amy asked, holding her hands together,
over her heaving breasts, as she asked.
I looked into the mirror. Valerie was now sitting squarely on
the back-seat and her legs were together.
“I guess I was daydreaming,” I said lamely and I heard Valerie
giggle behind me.
I adjusted the rear-view mirror and could see her grinning at me
with her perfect, white teeth.
“Pay attention when you’re driving Daddy.” my daughter scolded
and I directed my gaze back to the road.
“Yeah, Mr. Bristol. We could have a terrible accident,” Valerie
added behind me.
As I drove toward Valerie’s house, my mind was reeling from what
I had seen. Did this delectable young girl know that I was
looking? Did she deliberately display her most intimate area for
me? Did she know what she was doing? Did she want to excite me
so?
Man! I hadn’t had any pussy since the divorce. My balls were
on fire! Oh would I love to sink my throbbing cock into that
little girl’s tight snatch!
But what was I thinking? I could NEVER do that! Valerie was the
same age as my Amy! I couldn’t imagine a boy touching my little
baby! Let alone a full grown MAN touching her! That was
UNTHINKABLE! And Valerie was the same age! NO! I had to put that
thought out of my head.
“Oh phooey!” I heard Valerie’s voice from the back seat. “I
broke a nail playing tennis!”
“That’s a shame Val,” Amy said, “they were all so perfect.”
“Darn,” Valerie continued and I felt her hand on the back of my
seat as she pulled herself between the buckets and me and Amy.
“Look Mr. Bristol,” she said as she put her finger in front of my
face.
I could plainly see the chipped fingernail before my eyes but I
began to thrill as I detected even more. The strong enticing scent
of teenage pussy wafted to my nostrils from her crooked finger.
God! My whole body started to tremble and I began to sweat as
the primitive part of my brain registered the message from my nose
that the smell of raw, sweet pussy was in the air.
I took her soft, small hand and moved it slowly away from my
face.
“It’ll grow back,” I said.
We were in front of Valerie’s two story house now.
“Gotta go!” Val said as I stopped at the curb.
Amy got out and pulled the seat up to let Valerie leave and I
saw a display of the back of her panties as maneuvered herself from
the car.
I sat, clutching the steering wheel as the two girls stood, by
the open car door, and talked. “Are you staying over tonight?” Amy
asked her.
“I don’t know,” Valerie answered, “I guess it’s up to your dad.
If he wants me over all night.”
Thoughts of Valerie, in her nightie, walking around the house,
flashed through my mind.
Amy leaned down to look at me. “Is it okay?”
“Yes!” I had to restrain the excited tone of my voice.
“Oh,” Valerie said but I could only see her from her chest down
to her knees through the open car door (the best parts). “I almost
forgot. I’m supposed to be with Mike tonight. I promised him some
time with me.”
“Tell him that you’ll see him some other time,” I said.
Valerie leaned down to look in at me now. Bent low, I could see
the cleavage between her firm, young breasts. (Breasts that I bet
Mike – among others – had felt. Man those boys were lucky sons of
bitches!) “Oh gee, Mr. Bristol. You can’t expect me to disappoint
Mikey. I promised him,” she cooed at me with her beautiful green
eyes peering at mine. Then she smiled widely. “I know, why don’t
you let Mike come over tonight too? The three of us can watch a
video and Mike will go home early……”
“Yeah Dad,” Amy added.
I didn’t know. I didn’t want Amy around boys like Mike. He had
such big hands. Hands that could wrap around a young, innocent
girl’s…..
“Please!” Amy started to mewl like the little girl she still was.
“Please Mr Bristol?”
I shook my head to clear it of the pleading. But what the hell.
What could the young little fucker do with me there? I’d keep an
eye on things. “Okay girls.”
Amy and Valerie began to jump up and down and hug each other
excitedly like teenage girls do.
“See you tonight at seven,” Amy said and she got in and I watched
Valerie’s girlish ass sway in her tennis skirt as she walked
towards her front door.
“Why did you do that, Dad?” Amy asked as we drove home.
I started to sweat again. “Do what?”
“Embarrass me in front of Val?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes you do. You talked like it was bad to have Mike over.”
Oh, was that what she was talking about? “Amy, we’ve talked
about this before. I don’t think eighteen year old girls should
have boys over at night.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s no telling what will happen.”
“What will happen? Daddy, what do YOU think could happen?”
“I’m no fool, Amy. Boys are the reason that girls get pregnant!
Don’t you know that?”
“Daddy! What kind of boy do you think Mike is? He would never
do anything like that! Mike is our friend. He’s not interested
in us for THAT!”
“Amy, ALL boys are interested in THAT!”
Amy started to pout. “Maybe back in YOUR day…..”
“MY day? What do you mean MY day? Nothing has changed, little
girl. Boys are still boys!”
“Daddy!” She protested. “Why do you think that way? Valerie’s
father lets her…..”
“I don’t want to hear about that again!”
“But her father TRUSTS her! He lets her go out with boys because
he knows she’s a NICE girl!”
I wondered if I should tell her about what I saw in the mirror.
But what exactly did I see? Was it a slutty little girl showing
her pussy to a man old enough to be her father, or was I some kind
of sick old man who was spying on an innocent teenager adjusting
her clothing in the heat?
“Look Amy, I trust you. But I know how relentless boys can be.
I just don’t think you’re ready to handle yourself when they start
to demand their way.”
“Daddy!”
“I want to keep you as pure as you are so that, someday when I
walk you down the isle in your white dress, you will be a sweet,
blushing, virgin bride for your husband. Is Valerie?”
“What kind of question is that? Of course she is! She doesn’t
do things with boys and neither do I. We just like boys for
friends!”
Oh, what was the point? I figured it best to just drop the
subject for now.