Author's Note: This tale is inspired by all the pretty girls whom I see every morning on my way to work.
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Prologue
As a middle-age man, this is admittedly a very disreputable admission, but it's hard not to notice all the pretty coeds at my daughter's high school.
Especially in the summer time, when they wear those obscenely short shorts that show a LOT of leg... or those form-fitting tube tops that outline every girlish curve and leave little to the imagination... or those tiny shirts that bare their midriffs filling men, both young and old alike, with desire.
Now, let me just say that I adore my wife Amanda and steadfastly believe that she is the sexiest woman alive. Our daughter Harper is a spitting image of her mother and, by extension, is as beautiful as Amanda. From a physical standpoint, they possess the same build and facial structure, the same wry smile, and the same twinkling eyes as if they're in on an inside joke that no one else is aware of.
The ladies in my life share another trait, too; a somewhat amusing one that all attractive females seem to have in common whether it's intentional or not.
My daughter's friends are as gorgeous as she is.
But one special girl has always caught my attention.
Jade.
Harper's "BFF" since preschool.
Harper and the Asian girl have been connected at the hip since they were in diapers, more like sisters than friends. Furthermore, Jade had always been like a second daughter to me and Amanda. In fact, like Harper, she adores my wife. If Harper and Jade weren't out doing something together, then they were at our house streaming movies, doing each other's nails and hair, or lounging by the pool, more often than not with Amanda.
Like Harper, I had witnessed Jade develop into a sexy young woman seemingly overnight. Like Harper, she did not possess the gangly arms and legs that most of their peers still did. The girls were still teenagers on the verge of graduating high school, but their irresistible bodies were too blatant
not
to notice.
There was a plethora of pretty coeds at their high school, especially in their little clique, but Harper and Jade were easily the cream of the crop.
Yet when it comes to feminine beauty, no female can compare to Amanda. The mere thought of her is enough to induce an immediate erection. My wife isn't just stunningly gorgeous but also, in my biased opinion, the funniest, most compassionate, and most intelligent person in the world! I adore Amanda beyond my ability to articulate in words, and her love for me is unquestioned. I am fortunate to be her husband, and I know it.
However...
My downfall is that I'm a man, and ALL men think with the wrong head. It's a fact of life, like death and taxes. One would think that being married to the perfect woman would be more than enough, but the male libido is insatiable.
Each time Amanda and I finish making love, it immediately makes me want to go out and find another woman to fuck. Sex with my beautiful wife somehow causes my eyes to wander outside of our wonderful marriage. Inexplicable and ironic, right? There were numerous times when I went to the local strip club without Amanda's knowledge, foolishly blowing exorbitant sums of money on strippers when I'm already married to the hottest female alive.
It was all the antithesis of what should have been.
While I'm still blessed to enjoy a sex life that most men would be jealous of, Amanda and I weren't having sex as often as I was accustomed to.
As often as I needed.
That is NOT to say that we loved each other any less, or that we were suffering from marital issues. Quite the contrary, in fact. But I do believe that our current state can be strongly attributed to the fact that we are 2 working adults who are also parents.
The responsibilities of work and parenthood--- and life, in general--- can simply leave someone too exhausted for sex.
Fatherhood and my career seldom left me too tired for Amanda, but the same couldn't be said for my beautiful wife whom I physically desired more than ever.
This is not a reflection of Amanda, but an admission of MY weakness and selfishness.
The male libido is insatiable.
And because I was around them so much, my wandering eyes naturally gravitated to my daughter's hot friends.
Especially Jade.
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It was Saturday morning, and I was trying my best to not stare at the ripe young bodies before me.
My daughter Harper and several of her cross-country teammates and just returned from a run, and were currently milling in our living room hydrating and eating protein bars. In a show of solidarity--- and, I suspect, for attention--- the girls were all wearing a sports bra and obscenely short running shorts, flaunting their sleek arms and shoulders, flat bellies, and long, toned legs. Harper's friends were basically half-naked.
Not that I was complaining!
All the girls were insanely pretty, but my daughter was easily the prettiest of the assembled bunch. Harper resembled her mother, after all, and those who knew my family the best affectionately referred to Harper as Amanda's clone or "Mini-Me". Like her teammates, my daughter worn a snug sports bra that was flattering on her figure. At first glance, one might assume that Harper was dressed more conservatively since she was the only girl wearing leggings. However, the leggings were skin tight, and outlined her bottom and long runner's legs.
The other girls may have been intentionally exposing a great deal of skin, but I suspected that my daughter was astute enough to know that if a female truly wanted attention, then she had to stand out leave a little bit to the imagination.
Perhaps Harper learned that from her mother.
As if on cue, Amanda entered the living room.
My wife was about to go to the gym, as was her near-daily morning ritual, and she was rather hilariously dressed the same as our daughter: sports bra and leggings. The loves of my life even that their illustrious hair tied in a ponytail, and it was with much amusement that I wondered who was mimicking who!
Amanda may have been over twice our daughter's age, but she was still youthful-looking enough to pass for a college coed, and though my living room was currently filled with beautiful females, there was only one woman among them.
Each of Harper's teammates hugged my wife when she appeared. Amanda was like their den mother. They openly adored her just like my wife cared for them unconditionally.
"Aw, Mrs. Rapport," Casey, a cute redhead whined. "You should've joined us on our run this morning!"
Amanda's laugh was a musical sound. "You girls would leave me in the dust, I'd never be able to keep up!" My wife was just being kind since it was readily apparent, especially with her rippling 6-pack, that she could outperform the younger girls without even trying. "Besides," my wife added, "I'm meeting some of my girlfriends at the gym."
Harper suddenly piped up, "Can I come, too, mom?" The girl didn't often ask to accompany her mother to the gym, but Amanda was always overjoyed when Harper did since she considered it an opportunity to further bond with our daughter.
Amanda appeared predictably happy, but she was also impressed. My wife, after all, was a fitness fanatic, and she was proud that some of that was rubbing off on Harper. "You still want to go to the gym with me after you just ran 3 miles?"
"Of course!"
Amanda hugged our daughter and, as they pressed their cheeks together, I was stunned for the countless time by how much they resembled each other.
I was fortunate to have such a beautiful family. "I'll fill your water bottles," I offered.
"Thanks, dad.
"Thanks, babe."
I nodded and headed to the kitchen. Whistling contently, I retrieved 2 water bottles from a cupboard, and fill them with ice water. I turned to head back to the living room.
And almost bumped into a young and very beautiful Asian girl.
"Jade! Sorry, I didn't see you!"
The teen was a full head shorter than me, so I was looking down at her. Unlike the rest of her cross-country teammates, Jade had changed out of her running attire, and was wearing an oversized concert t-shirt that was faded and well-worn. The neck of the t-shirt had been intentionally torn off. As a result of the enlarged opening, the top sat asymmetrically on the girl, exposing her left shoulder and teasing a tiny bit of her breast.
Jade did not appear to be wearing a bra.
In fact, Jade appeared not to be wearing anything else as the oversized top was like a nightie on her, with the bottom of the t-shirt barely reaching below her hips and no shorts visible underneath.
The outfit was bold and provocative.
So hot...
And though the teen's figure and outfit were a magnet for my eyes, I surreptitiously studied the rest of her appearance. Her hair, which was normally tied up when she trained with her cross-country teammates, currently cascaded to her midback. There was nothing unusual in the way Jade wore her hair down, but combined with her dark almond-shaped eyes and naturally tan skin, she resembled an exotic work of art.
Fortunately, Jade greeted me immediately, or else I probably would've kept staring!
"Hi, Mr. Rappaport." The girl's tone was cheerful, and her smile was genuine which, in turn, made me grin boyishly.
I tried my best to keep my tone even. "Hello, Jade. I, uh, didn't know you were around."
"Oh, sorry about that. My clothes were sweaty from this morning's run, and I asked Mrs. Rapport if I could wash them here." She inclined her head towards the open doorway that led to our laundry room, and I noticed, for the first time, that the washing machine was running. Jade then crinkled her nose, an expression that made her appear somehow even more adorable. "I didn't want to take my clothes home all smelly. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not, Jade. Our home is your home; you know that."
The teen blushed, and I had to momentarily look away so she wouldn't catch me blushing, too. As a result, I didn't see her knowing and bemused expression. "Thank you, Mr. Rappaport. You, Harper, and Mrs. Rappaport are like family to me."
At that, I looked back at the girl. Jade was like family to us, too. She and our daughter had been inseparable since they were toddlers. And, like Harper, I had watched her grow into a beautiful young woman.
But in more recent years, as Jade and my daughter grew into the later stages of adolescence, something began to change between me and my surrogate daughter. As Jade's body blossomed, I couldn't help but begin regarding her in a different light, one that I knew was reprehensible. Yet how could I, as a simple man, ignore such immense beauty?
And perhaps it was my imagination, the fantasies of a sex-crazed man, but it felt as though Jade was becoming flirtier with me, too. The shift in dynamics was subtle. When others, especially Amanda and Harper, were around us Jade was formal, as usual. But those rare instances when we were alone, or if no one notice, she would casually lay her hand on me or brush against me with her tight body.
Whenever I would be careless enough to allow the Asian girl to catch me staring at her, her lips would crease into a faint smile as if in encouragement.
I hadn't realized that I was staring at Jade lecherously
again
until she shifted, her faint smile appearing once more, and stated, "Well... Harper said that she'd bring my clothes to school on Monday, so I'll head out. Thanks again, Mr. Rappaport."
"Of course. Good-bye, Jade. I'll see you again soon."
