Our best friends asked us to look after their daughter Tara while they attended an out of town function.
We viewed Tara as another daughter in our home and were more than happy to comply with their request.
Although Tara is a lovely girl she really battles to fit in with the in crowd at school. People in our day would have said she was a nerd. Tara dresses conservatively and isn't into all the partying that the majority of other girls her age are. To our knowledge Tara had not yet had a boyfriend which was really strange for a young girl about to turn 19.
On the afternoon that Tara arrived my wife called me to remind me that she had book club on that evening. I told her not to worry about it and that I would be home to look after Tara.
I arrived home on the Friday evening to find Tara really upset and crying on the couch. Understandably I was concerned about her and like any father would I sat next to her on the couch and asked what was wrong.
My question only made Tara cry more and she cuddled into me for comfort. I held her close while she explained how she had been rejected by a boy who she had fancied. Apparently on hearing that Tara liked him, he had resorted to mocking her calling her a nerd and saying that he didn't date nerds. Tara was mortified as this was the first boy she'd ever had a crush on and he had treated her so badly.
I felt really bad for her and held her closely telling her that the boy was the real loser and that she was beautiful. She responded by cuddling in closer and telling me how sweet I was. Tara had a short skirt on and as she cuddled in closer my hand rested in her bare leg. To console her I gently stroked her leg telling her that there would be many more boys and she would find someone that really deserved her. Without realizing it my hand stroked higher up her leg than I had meant it to and found its way under her skirt startling me as it brushed her panties. I quickly withdrew my hand down her leg and apologized. Tara said nothing and held me tighter as she cuddled into me while I consoled her.
My hand acted as if it had a will of its own and continued to stroke her leg. All of a sudden I felt myself getting really hard.I couldn't believe that this young girl was having such an effect on me and I reminded myself that Tara was like another daughter to me.
I promised myself not to let my hand slip back under Tara's skirt and convinced myself that I would just console her and gently stroke her leg in safe areas.
This carried on for the next 20 minutes while I gently spoke to Tara and consoled her. Tara was slowly but surely calming down. I looked down at Tara and she had her eyes closed and looked like an angel lying on my lap. My stroking hand slid past the hem of her dress and I convinced myself that this was ok and I wouldn't let it go anywhere near her panties. As I stroked though my hand accidentally moved Tara's skirt higher up her leg to point where her leg was now fully exposed and I had a clear view of her lovely white panties. I was getting more and more aroused and couldn't stop looking at her panties. I really tried hard to make myself cover Tara up and get myself out of what had become a very dangerous position, but somehow I already knew that my inner battle was lost.
I looked down at Tara whose eyes were still closed and found my hand creeping higher and higher up her leg.
Her skin felt so smooth and I couldn't resist as my hand slid into the smooth concave area right below her crotch. I knew I should withdraw my hand, but instead I gently stroked the smooth concave area above her crotch back and forth back and forth. Before I knew it, as I stroked up and down my hand started to graze the underside of her crotch area. This happened 5 or 6 times before I felt Tara's hand on mine gently pushing it away from her panty line but not stopping me from continuing to stroke her leg. I continued to stroke Tara's leg with her hand on top of my hand and before I knew it, once again my hand was gently brushing her lower crotch through her panties. Each time my hand touched her panties Tara pushed it away again and this went back and forth about 10 more times.
Tara had opened her eyes and was looking at me now as I continued to stroke her leg.She said nothing and started to have a glazed look in her eyes.