It had been a stressful morning, awaiting my daughter's exam results. Now, the uncertainty was over, and I relaxed. She had the results she needed to go to her first choice. A top Russell Group university, all medieval colleges and dreaming spires.
I worried briefly about the cost, but it was a pittance for such a good education.
Earlier, when I mentioned that a band was playing that evening, Helen decided to go to the pub with me and her best friend, Kim. I checked the time. It was almost eight. Right on cue, the doorbell chimed--Kimiko, usually just Kim, was always punctual, a very Japanese trait.
I wandered from the kitchen to let her in. When I opened the door, Kim was there, utterly transformed.
"Hi, Kim. Come on in. Helen's upstairs."
I had never seen her wear anything revealing before and couldn't help staring. Kim wore a skimpy sailor suit, sheer black tights that stopped mid-thigh and ridiculously high heels. The navy skirt barely covered her pert arse, and the blue-edged white halter top barely restrained her mammoth boobs and left her midriff bare. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples strained against the thin fabric.
Even in her heels, the top of Kim's head barely reached my chin height.
Kim blushed prettily at my evident attention. I tore my gaze from her chest.
"You look great!" I said weakly.
Kim brushed past me, rubbing her nipples against my chest, and scurried, giggling up the stairs.
Kim's voice wafted down the stairs, "Come on, let's go."
His daughter sighed. "Hang on a sec, I'm not quite ready."
Which was typical. Helen would be late for her own funeral.
Five minutes later, the two girls paraded down the stairs. Helen was dressed demurely enough in a flattering French schoolgirl outfit. I smiled, remembering buying the tight top for her years ago before her bust developed.
Kim still looked jaw-droppingly good and pushed her chest out as she descended the stairs. Her white panties were visible under her tiny skirt. The transformation from shy Kim was astounding.
My daughter was oblivious as her best friend flirted outrageously with me. I had wanted the girl for weeks, ever since I chanced across her being screwed by her riding instructor. Now, my desire redoubled.
Helen herded us out of the front door. "Come on, I'm thirsty."
The pub was close, only half a mile away. We strolled three abreast down the narrow lane from the house.
Kim brushed against me. "Helen says all the boys will be after me tonight. You will look after me, won't you?"
It wasn't the boys she needed to worry about. I laughed, pretending to brandish a sword. "Just stick close to me, and I'll fend them off."
Kim smiled and grabbed my hand, staying close to me as we sauntered down the deserted lane.
The sun was brushing the western horizon when the pub appeared around a bend. Unusually, a large minibus was parked in front of the pub.
The band was tuning up when we entered the crowded pub. I winced at the discordant, dissonant sounds. Kim pressed close against me.
"God, so many people," she said.
Her arm clutched my waist, but my attention was on where her boobs pressed against me.
The bar was packed, far busier than usual, even for a band night. I spotted a few rugby players I knew slightly and remembered they'd had a match that afternoon. I grinned. Helen watched rugby avidly, but I always suspected it wasn't for the sport.
"I'll find a table," Helen shouted, her voice carrying above the hubbub.
Nodding, I replied, "I'll get drinks."
Kim left my side, following Helen. Unsurprisingly, she turned a few heads. Her tiny skirt barely covered her bum, and I caught glimpses of her white panties as she moved.
One bloke stared, mouth open, at her pert arse as she weaved between people.
"Wow, what I wouldn't do to her!" he murmured.
I grinned inwardly, thinking the same.
A few minutes later, I joined the two girls, carrying drinks. They were at a table as far from the band as possible, squeezed into a corner, with two benches for seating.
Kim shuffled along and patted the bench next to her. When I sat, she moved close and snuggled against me.
The band started their first set. We chatted as best we could over the loud music. I pretended to listen, but I was acutely conscious of the pretty Japanese teenager pressed tight against me. Helen was scanning the crowd. I grinned when her gaze settled on a group of fit young men.
Partway through the set, my daughter stood. "I'm off to the loo, won't be a mo." She glanced at Kim. "You coming?"
Kim just shook her head, and my daughter disappeared, heading towards the toilets.
I was unsurprised when Helen didn't return. When I looked around, I saw her flirting with some young men.
I turned to Kim and pointed out Helen. "She looks like she'll be a while. Do you want to dance?"
Kim simply nodded. She stood and dragged me onto the crowded dancefloor. As usual, it was mostly just women, but a few other men were brave enough to chance it.
Kim danced with her back to me, grinding herself against my mammoth erection. Soon, my arms were around her slim waist.
When we started to get tuts, I decided enough was enough. "We'd better sit down; people are staring."
In stark contrast to the usual timid Kim, she replied, "I don't really care, but I guess you're right."
Our previous table was now occupied, so we found a couple of bar stools and an empty corner. Kim sat so close her boobs pressed against me, and her hand was on my thigh.
We chatted, her head close to mine as the band was loud, avoiding dangerous topics.
"I've always liked you," she said softly.
I had hardly noticed the girl until recently when she started flirting clumsily.
Before I could reply, she blurted out, "Did you like watching Ken make love to me?"
My enormous dick was already stiff thinking about the girl. Now, it felt painfully erect. I was ashamed I'd watched, but she had looked fabulous, particularly perched on his cock, cowgirl.
I gulped. "You looked fantastic. I wanked myself silly watching, wishing it was me."
Kim laughed wickedly. "Your dick spurted gallons when you came. It only just missed me."
