"You are so bad," I overheard my daughter say lightheartedly as I walked by her bedroom. Unbeknownst to her and her bestie Cassandra, I had come home from running errands.
"I don't want to college a virgin. Statistics say that if you wait until college, it's more likely that you lose your virginity after getting drunk, to some random guy you just met, instead of having it be something special," I heard Cassandra say. I leaned forward to peek inside the room. By my shifting of my weight, I caused the floor to creak a little, but the girls did not seem to notice. I held my breath momentarily, thinking that would help for some reason.
"You and your stats, nerd," my daughter replied. "Why didn't you hook up with David before you guys broke up?"
"Well, the first time I touched his penis he came, like literally came within a few seconds. He was so embarrassed that he ran home," Cassandra explained.
I was curious to hear if my daughter Beth would talk about her experience, but something popped up on their phones that made them change topics. I took a couple of steps back and then pretended to walk by for the first time. I knocked on the cracked door and pushed it open a bit more.
"Hey girls. Are you guys hungry? I was about to make dinner. You are welcome to stay Cassandra," I said.
"That would be great Mr. Dan," the eighteen-year-old brunette said. She and my daughter were sitting on the bed with their legs crisscrossed. Cassandra wore denim shorts that seemed to show her thighs in their entirety. The white crop top also made it hard not to admit that she was gorgeous.
I went into the kitchen and began to grill some chicken and vegetables. I was a single dad. My ex-wife had various mental health issues that she was never willing to work on. When she caused a severe car accident with Beth in the backseat, I had enough. Her BAC was 1.40 and she showed no remorse for hurting a family of three.
That was four years ago, and I never really regretted my decision to file for the divorce. Cassandra joined me in the kitchen and sat down on the barstool. I could not help but scan her long tanned legs before making eye contact.
"Where is Beth?" I asked.
"Taking a shower. I told her she stinks."
"Ready for college?" I asked.
"Kind of. I am a bit nervous."
"That's normal. You will be fine. Your 4.0 GPA means that you have the smarts and work ethic to succeed for sure," I explained.
"I know. I am not worried about the academic part," she said.
"Worried about them frat boys?" I joked.
"Weren't you one in college?"
"Yes, and I don't recommend it."
"Why is that?"
"Took me two years to realize that getting drunk nearly each night would not get me very far," I said.
"I am afraid of having fun like that because the next thing you know, you end up in a dark basement making out with a guy you just met, and all you taste is beer," Cassandra said.
"That's a bleak expectation you set there. Don't ever let some guy make you do something that you don't want," I said firmly.
"I know, I know," she replied. She began to scroll through her phone, so I took another look at her legs. The way she had her feet propped up on the stool caused her calves to be flexed, making them look even more toned.
I think she noticed me staring so I quickly turned and asked if she wanted to help me set the table.
"You got it!" she said enthusiastically. I did not pay attention to her as she grabbed the plates and silverware.
"Mr. Dan," she said with a groan, "can you lend me a hand?" I looked over and she was trying to grab a wine glass from a high shelf. She was on her tiptoes and barely preventing the glass from falling. I quickly stepped up behind her and grabbed the glass, but not before the front of my pants made contact with her butt.
"That was close," she said after I stepped away. Seconds later, I noticed her blushing.
"Let's get rid of the mister part when you say my name, ok?" I said.
"Sure...Dan. Might take me a while to remember and get used to."
I tried to give more fatherly advice during dinner since Cassandra has been raised by a single mom since she was born. I had known her for ten years and seeing her as a young woman made me look at her a bit differently.
The girls decided that they wanted to go hot-tubbing and insisted that I should join them. I loved the fact that our home had become a second home for Cassandra. She had a couple of bathing suits and other clothes kept at our house since she often spent the night. When they outgrew Beth's bed, Cassandra would often sleep on the couch in the living room. I barely spoke to her mom, but I knew the lack of a father was not the only thing missing at home.
I tried to excuse my way out of joining them in the hot tub but ended up agreeing. Beth was already in the water with me when Cassandra finally came out in a bikini I had not seen on her before. It barely covered anything and accentuated her young fit body.
"Yep, that's a keeper," Beth said as we watched her climb into the water. When she turned her butt towards me for a brief moment, I grunted internally, noticing that the black fabric barely covered her tight ass.
I grew hard for a little moment and kept reviving my erection each time Cassandra took a quick break from the hot water and sat on the edge.
"What are you going to do once you are an empty nester, Dan?" Cassandra asked.
"Since when do you just call him Dan?" my daughter asked.
"Tonight. He told me to," she answered.
"That's how it is, huh? My friend turns eighteen and ya'll are just friends now?" she asked sarcastically.
"Not sure what is going to change," I began saying. "Not having Beth around will suck, I am sure."
"We are only an hour away," Beth pointed out.
"Let's be real. You are not gonna come see your old man each weekend. I am sure you will have some guy convincing you to stay there except for major holidays," I said.
"Dad! I am not going there to find some guy," Beth said.
"Yes, Dan. Boys in college are way too immature," Cassandra added.
"So, you are going to be on the lookout for some older, mature men?" I asked, immediately regretting the question.
"Maybe. I would choose you over any young college guy any day," Cassandra answered and also seemingly regretted her response right away.
"CASSANDRA!" Beth yelled. "Are you serious?"
"That came out wrong, sorry," she replied.
The next few minutes were awkward for sure. When it was time to get out, I turned away from them to make sure I did not look at Cassandra climbing out. When both of them walked away though, I turned around prematurely and saw Cassandra walk away with the towel in hand, instead of it being wrapped around her. The way her barely covered ass moved made me hard again.
I could barely fall asleep and woke up twice, each time thinking about Cassandra's comment and body. I woke up way later than I wanted to. I could smell fresh coffee brewing so I made my way into the kitchen. I fully expected Beth to be the one to work on breakfast, instead, Cassandra was the one standing there with a red miniskirt and white tank top.
"Oh hi, is Beth already gone?" I asked, knowing she had to work at Starbucks on Saturday mornings.
"Yeah, her shift started at 5 so she was gone before I woke up. I think I know how you like your coffee though and the cinnamon rolls should be done in ten minutes," she said. I realized that I had stared at her legs for way too long, so I poured myself a cup and went into the living room.
A while later, she walked in with a couple of plates and handed me one. She sat down next to me, took a sip of her coffee and said: "It's ok to look at me, you know?"
I slowly turned my head towards her. "I know," I replied.
"About my comment last night," she began saying.
"It's ok, don't worry about it," I said.
"Well, that's the thing. I cannot help but worry," she said.
"Worry about what?" I asked.
"The issue with living in a small town like ours is that the pool of guys is small. I am terrified about going to college without, you know, experience with guys," she said.
"Meaning that you are a virgin? I don't think that's a big deal. Heck, if you wait until you are ready to settle down with someone seriously, you would give him a very special gift by having waited," I said.
"But I don't want to wait. Heck, I feel like I think like boys do," she responded.
"Meaning?"
"I know boys think about sex all the time. And what I am thinking or feeling about, well, I don't know. I feel like, just touching myself, thinking or wishing that. Ok, I know I am not making any sense," she concluded.
"We don't have to be talking about this," I tried to reassure her. I just realized that her nervousness caused her to adjust her posture and she was now flashing a sliver of her panties. I was certain that she was not doing it on purpose but my staring at it occasionally was.
After a few minutes of additional comments that made little sense, I looked at her crotch far too obviously again.
"Can you admit that you are checking me out at least?" she suddenly asked.
"I mean, you cannot blame me," I said.
"I am not blaming you. I like the attention," she said.
"Cassy, you can get the attention from any heterosexual guy on the street," I said.
"But what if I don't trust any of them?" she added. This time, she opened her legs wider on purpose, giving me a clear view of her white lace thong.
"What are we doing here? I have known you since you were a little girl," I said.