So I had recently been reunited with a daughter I had when I was very young, I never stayed in the picture, it was a whole thing and not important right now. When she turned 16 her mother told her a little about me. At 17 she set out to find me ... and did. We eventually met up, hit it off and started reconnecting over the coming year. This weekend she was scheduled to come stay with me, and it was the weekend we would celebrate her 18th bday. She had already turned 18 last week but was with her mom and celebrated thusly. This weekend we'd celebrate. I lived alone, it was a somewhat solitary life.
I told her she could do whatever she wanted, a sort of offering to try and make up for my complete absence while she grew up. She wanted to have her friends over for a sleepover, said she was getting too old for sleepovers but wanted to have one big hoopla, the sleepover to end all sleepovers.
She invited all her classmates. She and I went shopping together, got most her supplies at the mall. And while there ran into a couple of her friends. The 'redhead', Clara, had long straight strawberry blonde hair, long past her shoulders. She was very cute, a dash of freckles on her cheeks highlighted her dimple, was average in height and weight. She flashed a brilliant smile at me upon introduction. I graciously greeted her. Her other friend, Shayna, was the dark kinda girl, u know jet black hair, dark eye makeup, a little on the plump side but wow, any extra weight she had went to all the right places. I was ashamed for noticing. We exchanged pleasantries and briefly discussed the games they'd play tonight. Then we parted ways, my daughter waving goodbye to her friends as they scurried away giggling to themselves. I found my gaze lingered a bit on Shayna's plump rump. Again, overwhelmed with shame at my weak will faced with a nice body.
As the sun began to set, we started decorating. In an hour her friends would start arriving and I'd retire to my den to work. As scheduled her friends began to show up and after greeting a few, I retired to my den. The only time I interrupted the fits of laughter erupting from the other room was when I went for a glass of water. As I stood in the kitchen gulping it down, I almost spit out the last drop. There was Shayna and Clara, as well as a 3rd girl I hadn't seen before. She looked very meek, almost mousy, a huge chest hidden under layers of shirts. She was clearly self-conscious about her incredible breasts. I tried not to stare as I big adieu, trying to get past them and back to my den. Shayna grabbed my arm as I passed, loosening her grip just as soon as I stopped, but letting her fingers lightly drape down my arm. "This is Justine. She didn't believe how cute we told her u were." Shayne explained.
I blushed a little under my scruff, hopefully it wasn't noticeable. "Well thank you, girls." I replied, jokingly, "...takes a while to get ready in the mornings to look THIS good." I strutted away and thought I overheard one of them mutter 'I wish I could watch all that!' but I passed it off as juvenile crushes. I resumed working. A little while later Justine came barging into the room scaring me a little, I rolled back on my wheeled chair. She was frantic that she had to find a good hiding spot, for their game, and before I could protest she hid under my desk. Pulling my feet to her so I would look like I was working away, and she was not hiding underneath. She explained this in hushed tones as we heard footsteps quickly nearing. The door swung wider now and Justine pushed my chair back away from her. I laughed nervously.
Then things took a turn. I was the only one laughing. Shayna was holding her phone, filming the event. Justine piped up, "Oh thank god u came! He made me get under his desk and told me I had to suck him or he'd hurt me." Mustering fake tears and running to the comfort of her friends.
My mouth gaped, "What kind of sick..."
