I was headed out the door to have a few beers with my buddies when I heard my eighteen-year old daughter, Melanie, ask my wife, "Mom can I have a couple friends sleep over tonight?" She was seated at the little table in our dining room clicking away at her laptop with her cell phone pasted to her ear. I smiled at her and she blew me a kiss. From somewhere in the house, I heard my wife answer, "Sure, that would be great, your dad's going out and we could have a girl's night here." My daughter rolled her eyes and smirked. My wife was giving me a playful dig for leaving her at home on a warm summer night with a bunch of teenager girls.
"Bye," I yelled and grabbed the keys to my Porsche and headed out to the garage.
"Bye dad," Melanie remarked.
*****
I drove off towards the 'Chum Bucket Eatery & Pub' which; was across town, with the top down and listening to my Bose stereo. My tech savvy daughter had hooked up my Nano to it and Oingo Boingo came blasting through with "Little Girls." I smiled to myself as the lead singer chimed how he liked little girls because "They make me feel so good." I murmured, "You know it," mimicking a hip teenager of this generation and smiled at my juvenile nature. My daughter had told me countless times I wasn't 'cool', I was just old and weird. She always did it with a smile and a shake of the head as if to say she wishes she could have picked her parents or at the very least her dad. I pulled my cell from my hip to see if I had any new voice mails. I don't like little girls in the pedophiliac sense. I just remember how young girlfriends made me feel so alive and virile, when I was growing up.
It had been a long time since I had a young girlfriend as my wife and I were working on our 21st year together. I still liked to look at the hot babes online and I lately had been drawn to petite teenager and the bevy of beauties there. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a MILF man, too. It's just that there is something so visceral about a young naïve girl. She takes you back to your first time and those wonderful feelings. It's also so fun teaching her for the first time what you like, what you want, and seeing her get off for one of the very first times. "Little girls" being so naïve and inexperienced, will do all your favorite things and not think anything of it, I laughed to myself
This line of thinking was giving me a chubby as I turned on the freeway and headed south to the outskirts of town and where the 'Chum Bucket' was located. My mind now wandered to my daughter and her planning a sleepover. I wondered whom she was inviting and I did an erotic police line up of the usual suspects as I drove. Little Mindy from down the street would get invited for sure. Mindy had been my Melanie's friend almost all of her life. When they were younger, we called them the M & M girls. Mindy was about 4'11 and 95 pounds. She was a little firecracker with her strawberry-blonde hair and sparkling jade eyes. At 18, her body seemed to be exploding before our very eyes. She was almost a C cup now and her soft smooth skin beneath her short jean skirts begged to be touched and massaged. "Mindy, I mean suspect A, could you turn around and bend over so we can see your tush," I said to myself as I drove.
Suspect number two was Hannah, a tall slender blonde, who because of the fact she was so much taller than the other girls tended to be shy and unassuming. My wife and I laugh that when she realizes how pretty she really is, she will be a real handful. At 18, she had a runway models' physique with deep blue eyes. "Suspect B, could you please lean back against the wall and spread your legs so we can pat you down from the front," "Yes, yes, I know it is not proper procedure but I want to bang you against this solid block wall," my mind played on.
The third gal was the cutest little Asian gal I had ever seen. Ming was a half inch shorter than Mindy and loved to wear this little jean skirt that showed off her flawless legs and made me beg for a strong upwind. Ming's English was weak but she had a wonderful disposition that caused her to giggle and apologize constantly, "So sowrree." Her long jet-black hair and the perfect apple-sized titties made her the perfect little package. She had just turned 18 two weeks prior and her poor dad had a bear of a time with the local police when their party got out of hand. "Suspect C, could you please spin around really fast so the force of your spinning will cause your skirt to rise and you'll get really dizzy and fall into my lap and say, 'So sowrree," I said with a tinge of racist guilt.
The fourth gal was 'Frank,' a little inside joke with my wife and I. Frances is a gorgeous brunette who doesn't know it and is so much a tomboy that my wife isn't sure if she has ever worn a bra, let alone a training bra. At 19, she has beautiful brunette hair and the body of a gymnast. Her pert little titties are always accented under her t-shirts. I love it when she comes over wearing her white Jacksonville Jaguars t-shirt. She has worn it so long that the fabric has got thinner and thinner over time and you can make out her wonderful nipples and areolas.
The exit for the 'Chum Bucket' broke me out of my playful erotic daydream and I followed the long loop around and turned right into the very crowded parking lot. I spotted my buddy Roger's car in the back corner of the lot and figured he must have just got here himself. I parked next to him, figuring if we both got totally smashed we only had to have one of us remember where we parked our vehicles and went inside. It seemed like everyone from town was there as the place was jumping and I headed for the pub.
*****
Things went great at the pub as we chatted about old times and what was going on at work, at home, and with our families as we stood around a round table in the middle of the bar. From time to time, we stopped talking long enough to look at the eye candy gracing the pub. My buddies and I like to play a game I came up with when we were younger when we are there or out together. If we see a hot lady or girl that we would love to get with, we would utter the word 'cram'. Depending how drunk we are, it might be accompanied with slamming our beer mug down on the table, too. I don't really know why I came up with the word 'Cram', I think it had to do with when two of my buddies spotted a hot girl and said almost simultaneously, 'Crap' and 'Damn' but I can't really be sure.
We've had a lot of great laughs over the times we've played the game but set a new low when a family came in. They sat across the room at a table and seemed to be only in the pub as long as they waited for a table in the restaurant. The husband and wife had brought their two teenage daughters in and they were both very attractive. The oldest daughter looked to be about 18-19 with long blonde hair. She had to be about 5'6 or 5' 7 and had the tightest little body. She was wearing painted on blue jeans and a tan knitted halter-top. She was also wearing a diamond stud in her belly button that caused your eyes to drift down to her waist and below where she was sporting some serious camel toe.
The second daughter was younger, probably too young, as she appeared to be maybe 15-16. She was an almost carbon copy of the older sister although she was skinny, carried herself a little more gangly and was wearing braces and a green eye shadow that accented her gorgeous eyes.
Mom was a MILF goddess as she was decked out in a gorgeous black strapless sundress. Mom loved her cleavage as she accented it with gold glitter on her tan skin. She looked to be a strong C cup or better on a shapely 5'5 body. She was a natural brunette as you could make out her brunette roots under her blonde streaked hair. Mom topped or should I say bottomed off her hot little body with red knee high-strapped stilettos and a thin red collar around her neck.
All three girls looked like they had spent the day tanning and my mind drew a beautiful picture of them tanning in their backyard beside a pool. I pictured the mom for a bikini as small as possible, the top barely holding her nice set and covering her areolas. The bottoms were a razor, thin thong with ties at the hips. The thought of her tan lines came to mind making masterpiece all the sweeter. The two daughters bikinis would be less outrageous as mom wouldn't allow them to up stage her but they would accent their tight little bodies.
Tonight the mom and the older sister were definitely dressed to impress as they were constantly checking out everyone in the room to see who was looking at them. I caught eye contact with mom more than once and got one of those looks like maybe if her husband wasn't around, anything might happen. I smiled at her and she smiled in return.
I was the first to see them and chimed out "Cram, cram" for the mom and her eldest daughter as I'm not a total letch. My buddy, John Stover or Johnny Socks, as we like to call him because he never wore socks in his life, chimed, "Cram, cram, and cram," causing us all to laugh.
"Fuck That," Benny Mitchell, my buddy from before elementary school, who is a flaming heterosexual but loves to jokingly talk like a fag for God knows why added, "Cram to the fourth power." Causing us to all laugh a lot harder as we took a look at the dad for the first time.
