"Do you like Lexi?"
I was in the car with my daughter, Brittany, returning from the soccer practice that I, in theory, coached. In reality I spent most of my time chatting with the parents while one or more of the girls from the university team my wife coached took care of the actual instruction. Lexi was one of my daughter's teammates. I'm ashamed to admit that I wasn't completely sure which one, there had been a lot of lexis over the years. "Sure, she's a good kid."
"No, I mean do you 'like' like her?"
This gave me pause. Common sense told me to shut this down immediately, but I was curious. At least half of the girls on the team were just that. Girls. But some of them had already developed into slightly miniaturized versions of the women they would become. They thought about how they looked, dressed to display their bodies more, and flirted with anything with a dick. One of them was already modeling and had a dazzling smile that made your heart skip when she turned it on you. That was Kari, not Lexi. There was no way I'd forget Kari. I didn't know how to answer, so I just said, "I haven't written her name in the back of my notebook with hearts around it, if that's what you mean."
"Dad, she's not eleven."
I wasn't exactly sure what that was supposed to mean. I wasn't completely naïve about what girls their age got up to. "I'm still not really looking for a girlfriend at the moment."
"This would be more of a fuck buddy situation."
I looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. "You're forgetting about my wife?"
"Mom's a lesbian. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't care."
While her statement about my wife's sexual orientation was basically true, I was surprised that she knew that. We'd always meant to have that talk with Brittany. It had just never materialized. She was incorrect about her not caring however. My wife, Delila, despite the arrangement we'd made about recreational lovers, still got quite jealous and would be doubly unhappy if I engaged in an affair that touched her little feeder team. Especially if it was one of the players. So, yeah, I should have said something like, "I don't need your help getting laid." What I said, instead, was, "She wants to be my fuck buddy?"
Brit smiled. "Well, not exactly. The guys she's been with have been straight garbage. She's never even had an orgasm. She won't let me help her at all. So, I figured, maybe you could coach her up a little? She has a major crush on you."
Girls on the team crushing on me was common enough. I'd been a star running back in my college days, part of what had brought me together with the soccer prodigy that had been Brit's mother. I also ruled the soccer team from a position of high authority, the young women who did the hands-on coaching deferring to me and jumping to follow my occasional instruction. So, yeah, the girls tended to crave my attention. I'd just never done anything with it. I decided to go with the truth. "There isn't a girl on your team I wouldn't love being with, under different circumstances."
The smile on Brit's face grew. She'd heard more in my statement than I'd intended, more than I realized. It would come back to haunt me later, but I'd just planted a seed that would change my life forever.
Brittany worked fast. Maybe it was all in motion already, our conversation in the car more performance than spontaneity. That Friday, a mere three days later, Alexis was staying the night. I'd looked her up in the roster. She was pretty, not gorgeous. She had a long, lean body with amazing legs and almost no breast to speak of. I don't really have a type, but Lexi would have fit well within it if I did. She wasn't a stand out on the team, but worked her ass off and always came prepared. I tended to compliment girls like that a lot, trying to teach those that would go on to play for my wife's college team the kind of work ethic they needed to succeed. Lexi was eager to please. I felt my dick twitch as I thought about it.
I'd also made the effort to make sure she wasn't under-aged. The team required that the players be at least fourteen, but few started that young unless they were truly exceptional. The bulk of the team was composed of high school juniors and seniors, and many of them, their parents that dangerous combination of soccer mom and helicopter parent, had held them back a year to improve their performance relative to their peers. We'd done that with Brit. She was still a junior, but already eighteen. Most of the girls were at least seventeen, with a few who were already nineteen. Lexi fell in the middle: a nice, legal-everywhere, eighteen.
This was still a really bad idea.
My wife was out of town. That was true a decent percentage of the time. Her team traveled all over for their games and she went on frequent recruiting trips. To be honest, I think some of her trips were just weekend trysts with her latest girlfriend, away from the scrutiny her dubious celebrity created. Either way, Brit and I spent a lot of our time as just the two of us, so having her friends over to break up the boredom was pretty common. The evening went as it normally would. I threw some money at them so they could feed themselves, agreed to watch a movie with them later, and pretended to be occupied with other things. I was a great deal more aware of the presence of her friend than I normally would have been. The evening took its first turn when my daughter walked into my office alone, something clutched in front of her with both hands.
"So, what do you think?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
Lexi had shown up in full makeup and with her long brown hair down and styled rather than in the pony tail she'd always worn at practice. It was amazing what a huge difference something like that could make. The 'girl' that had seemed too young and shy was suddenly a woman that I'd have gladly targeted had I run into her at one of my infrequent visits to a local club. But she was still 36 flavors of trouble I didn't need. I hadn't been all that excited about this prospect from the beginning. Now that the fantasy had wandered its way into my reality, I wasn't going to have the same issues saying no. "Look, Brit, I should have shut this down from the beginning. This isn't going to happen."
She rolled her eyes. "You guys are worse than trying to breed pandas. You've been eye fucking her since she walked in the door." She walked over and pressed an old ipad into my hands. "Just watch, ok?" She kissed me on the cheek and darted from the room.
I shook my head, smiling. Watching I could do. The tablet was streaming the output from the cam on Brit's computer. It showed Lexi, her face earnest as she stared at the monitor located just below the camera. She had her lower lip between her teeth on one side. There was a sound and then a knock. Lexi got up and opened the door.
"Why did you lock the door?" It was Brit's voice. "I already know you're watching porn and my dad catching you could only help your cause."
Lexi shushed her. "You are so bad. I'd just die if he caught me doing this."
"You're not getting out of this that easy."
"Are you sure about this?"
The girls finally found their way back into the frame of the camera, Lexi sitting back in the chair. "You saw the way he was checking you out. Besides, he hasn't been laid in a year and a half. He couldn't resist someone half as gorgeous as you right now."
Had it really been that long? I thought about it. No, she'd missed one. One. Fuck me.
"Ok," Brit leaned into the frame and moved the mouse around, "here it is, try not to gush all over my chair." Lexi's attention was on the screen, but Brit turned to the camera and winked.
"Wow, is that really your parents?" Brit ignored her question. After a minute, Lexi added, "And who is the other woman?"
That's when I realized what they were watching. My wife, occasionally, would bring one of her girlfriends home to play with me. I think it was partly brought on by guilt at not wanting to fuck me, but mostly as a way to put the other woman in her place. My wife was very dominant, and I was a convenient source of cock and cum she could use on them. Being the man in a lesbian threesome is somewhat less exciting than it might sound. Delila was all about making these women bend to her will. I was actually the first man two of them had ever been with. The other woman was always desperate to please her, showing what a good little sub they could be. It was actually a problem if they enjoyed me too much.
Mind you, occasionally meant only four times since Brit's tenth birthday.
The video in question had been made by the girl that featured as the guest star in this little attraction. Their relationship had been falling apart, probably why I'd been called in to put the girl in her place. The girl had set up a camera secretly to try to earn a little leverage in the relationship. Trying to blackmail my wife had proven a very bad idea. Del would see the world burn before she'd let a woman get the upper hand on her. The film became police evidence and, apparently, had found its way into my daughter's hands as well. If there was one moment of depravity that I wanted to be known for, this was the one I'd choose. The girls summed it up well enough.
"He's being so mean to them." Lexi's eyes had a faraway look.
"I know. Isn't it great? You can just see the moment he got fed up and decided to take charge."
Lexi just nodded.
And that pretty much sums it up. I was supposed to be getting laid, not mediating a lesbian love quarrel. It turned out that I'd shown just enough anger that my much larger and stronger body triggered some prehistoric instinct that suddenly made them both want to have my babies, badly. It was a good time.
