It had been a really long day. I listened to Susan breathing deeply. I knew she was asleep. After our encounter in the pool, I couldn't really think about anything else. She, on the other hand, had managed to come up with a crazy dance routine for our gym class. She showed me over and over each move in succession. I tried in vain to match her graceful movements but I ended up looking like an idiot. We were going to need a lot of practice to get a good grade.
We had been practicing in the living room and for a short time, Mr. Meyer stood in the doorway and watched us as he drank a glass of iced tea. My concentration was shot as he stood there and more than once, I fell out of sync with Susan and managed to stumble all over the room. I kept looking up at him and his eyes bored into mine. Surprisingly, I started to feel a little wet. This time it wasn't Susan that had had turned me on. I mentally pictured him naked, walking across his bedroom. His ass wasn't that bad for someone who had to be in his mid-forties.
I spun in a turn and tripped over the shag carpeting. I launched headfirst toward the doorway and fell against Mr. Meyer. I was shocked that he managed to catch me without spilling a drop of his drink. He smiled down at me and I could swear there was something in his expression, the way his eyes moved over my face as though he could read my thoughts. It was disconcerting, and yet for those few moments, nothing else had existed. Our bodies had been pressed together tightly, one of his arms hooked around my waist. I extricated myself then and he smiled. He turned and left the room. I looked back at Susan who was wearing an exasperated expression. She shook her head and I knew I was hopeless at the whole dancing thing.
Now as I laid on her bedroom floor I tossed and turned miserably. I was so tired and yet I couldn't sleep. I decided to go and get a glass of milk, sometimes that helped. I tiptoed out of her room and shut the door quietly behind me. I walked past Mr. Meyer's room and headed downstairs. Everything was dark, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a small flicker of blue light coming from the den. I looked around and snuck quietly towards the door, and peeked in. Mr. Meyer sat there in his boxer shorts and nothing else. My eyes shifted from his face and I found myself staring at his crotch. I could see the outline of his penis and I wondered what it would look like if he had an erection. I backed away from the door slowly and jumped as I knocked over one of their plants. My heart hammered in my chest and before I knew it, Mr. Meyer was looking at me from the doorway.
"Can't sleep?" he asked softly.
"Yeah. I'm so tired, but today has just been kind of stressful."
"Stressful? At your age? Why don't you tell me about it."
"I was just coming down to get a glass of milk and I saw the TV was on..." I began to explain.
"Oh it's ok. No problem. Why don't we go get that milk? I have some chocolate chip cookies stashed away."
I smiled at him and we walked barefoot into the kitchen. Mr. Meyer took out two glasses and filled them with milk. He reached into a cupboard and pulled out a bag of my favorite cookies.
"Wow those are my favorite." I exclaimed.
"Mine too. Have a couple."
I held out my hand but he shook his head. I looked at him curiously.
"Here. You dunk it in milk first, it's so much better this way."
He dunked the cookie into the milk and held it close to my mouth. I took a bite and he smiled. Something about the way he was feeding me was really sexy. I felt my nipples harden under Susan's thin nightgown. His eyes traveled downward to my chest and he stared unabashedly. I took a step toward him, my heart hammering madly in my chest. He set down the bag of cookies and took the remaining step separating us. He tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear.
"I remember when you were a little girl and you and Susan used to play outside."
I nodded my head, afraid to breath.
"You were such a cute little girl...wonder what's changed?"
I parted my lips and without warning he leaned down and crushed his lips to mine. His arms wrapped around me like steel and crushed me to him. He assaulted me with his lips and I let his tongue invade my mouth. He pulled away then and smiled wickedly.
"You're such a bad girl Denise...always late for class. You don't pay attention, do you?"
The change in his tone scared me a little. He was no longer Susan's father, but a warm blooded male, obviously turned on. I could feel his cock pressed hard against my body.
"Answer me Denise."
"Yes...I'm..." I stuttered.
"You're what? Are you a lesbian Denise?"
"No!" I exclaimed.
"What about today Denise? What about the pool? Getting naked, kissing my daughter, and sticking your head between her legs? I watched it all Denise. I saw it all. What do you like about Susan? Tell me."
His voice held an authority that I had rarely heard from anyone.
"She's beautiful." I said lamely.
"Tell the truth!" he commanded.
"I like her tits. I like her body. She's really sexy."
"Finally, a bit of truth. What do you like about her tits?"
"They're big and soft and round."
"What was it like Denise? Touching her tits that you like so much?"
"It was amazing." I answered truthfully.
