Memories
 

More erotic and sensual than sexual

MEMORIES



Bill sat in the dimness of his den, sipping a glass of Merlot, an easy listening soft jazz station playing in the background. He reminisced. It had been almost 10 years, 10 years since his wife had died. Kelly, the daughter who had been the focus of his life for those 10 years, had just turned 21 and was graduating from San Diego State University. She had called earlier this week, saying she was coming in for the weekend, and bringing along a good friend.

Ahh, Kelly. He had dated a few women after his wife’s death, but the relationships all failed on the issue of child rearing. He was determined that she would grow up to be a fully functional adult, not handicapped by the preconceived ideas that women put upon girls as to what constituted appropriate conduct and aspirations for a young woman.

It had been tough at times, but rewarding. Surprisingly, the birds and the bees part was remarkably easy. He had started early, telling her that her body, and her sexuality, belonged to her, and her alone. Not her boyfriends, not her girlfriends, not her teachers, not even him. He could advise, but her body and sexuality were hers. He was blunt, and never shied away from answering a question honestly. It created a dialogue that still continued.

He remembered the discussion about kissing being foreplay, and serious kissing being serious foreplay, and the cause of many unwanted pregnancies, when the parties lost control, and suggesting she test it with a guy friend she trusted, or a girlfriend. Of course, that brought up the lesbian question, and he had had to explain the difference between homosexual and bisexual, one being a choice, and the other not. Like a typical teenager, she rolled her eyes and said’ “Oh, Dad”, when he told the old joke that being bisexual doubled your chances of having a date on Friday night.

She had been a typical teenager in most respects; holding hands and giggling with various boyfriends. And almost always having a girlfriend around the house, and staying over, and apparently very comfortable, as they would be bouncing around the house in their shortie nighties, knowing full well they were driving the old man crazy. He was pretty sure she was sexually active with at least one of her girlfriends, if not more, because he had heard the telltale noises from behind closed doors. And one night, she was almost 16 if he remembered correctly, she had left her bedroom door partially open, he was fairly sure intentionally, and he knew for sure. It was a beautiful sight, but he walked back into the living room and sat down in his easy chair, resisting the urge to head to his bedroom and relieve the pressure. He was shocked, when about 45 minutes later, they both came into the living room, with shit-eating grins, to kiss him goodnight. He could taste and smell the sex on their lips. Even though part of his brain told him it was wrong, that night he masturbated to the most intense orgasm he had had in years.

High School graduation happened and she was accepted and went away to college. She routinely called to check up on him, as if she were the parent, and he realized that he had achieved what he had set out to do, raise a fully functional adult. He was proud. Strangely, he had never re-entered the dating scene.

He heard the door open and Kelly yelled, “Dad, we’re home”. He got up and went into the living room and Kelly’s friend said, “Remember me?” He did. She was the one he had seen making love with Kelly almost 6 years ago. He hadn’t seen her since Kelly went off to school. She gave him a big hug and kiss.

They all sat, sipping glasses of wine, catching up on gossip, with the girls occasionally teasing him with stories of the shit they got by with when they were still here. Finally Kelly stood up and said, “Dad, it’s been a long day and we are tired. We’re going to bed. See you in the morning.” The hugs from both of them lasted a little bit longer than normal.

A half hour later Bill’s cell phone rung, and Kelly’s voice said, “Dad, come down to my room”. At the end of the hall, the door was about half open, with a chair setting in the opening. The view inside the room, lit with two candles, was of Kelly and her friend, Denise, locked in a 69. He sat down, feeling a bulge straining against his shorts.

The buildup, and the climax, happened, and the sweet nothings that always happen after, and Kelly got up and walked into the bathroom. Bill heard a noise behind him, and then Kelly wrapped her arms around him and said, “Come with me.” She took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

“Dad, you have sacrificed love and romance for the past 10 years, for me. This is a small token of my appreciation.” Denise stood up and said, “I have wanted the opportunity to do this since I was 16.” She came into Bill’s arms and kissed him deeply. He could taste what had to be his daughter on her lips and tongue. He got harder, even though a part of him said it wasn’t right.

Denise pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. His cock involuntarily jerked when he felt a soft hand that wasn’t Denise guiding him into her. He close his eyes, relishing an experience he hadn’t had for probably 8 years. When he opened his eyes, he was looking up at Kelly, who had straddled him, and was kissing and fondling Denise, while she rode him.

Subconsciously, he reached up and touched Kelly’s thighs. She looked down with a loving look, and settled down on his tongue.

It was going to be a long night.