I have a daughter, Judy, eighteen, who still lives at home with her dear old dad. I'm a widower. Have been for five years now. That's probably one reason why Judy still lives at home. Other reasons would be because it's comfortable and cheap. I'm expecting her to fly the nest any time now. She'll be missed but I'm sure I'll make do without her.
This story is not about her except it was her actions that initiated the scenario. One weekend, Judy invited Cecelia over to spend the weekend.
On Friday night the girls went out, getting home just before midnight, and they then toddled off to bed. Me, I was still up watching a late game and I sort of just waved goodnight to them and let them go.
About an hour later I was getting ready to pack it in and go to bed when Cecelia came wandering into the lounge room. She was wearing a very nice nightgown; the sort where the manufacturer saved money by skimping on the material. Not that I was complaining. She looked sensational.
Apart from her face. The look on her face was completely blank. Naturally, when a guest comes wandering around in the wee small hours my first thought was that something was wrong, so I said hullo and asked if there was a problem.
Cecelia completely ignored me. She looked around, wandered out into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. She didn't drink it, just poured it. Still not taking any notice of me she wandered back to the lounge room.
I had twigged by this time that she was sleepwalking. I was about to gently direct her back to bed when she took off her nightgown. She didn't just take it off. She took it off, folded it neatly and then walked into the kitchen and placed it next to the glass of milk.
May I say at this stage that the view was pretty spectacular. Cecelia was
Judy's age, maybe a month or so older. And she was stacked. A really nice figure, and standing there wearing only a tiny pair of knickers showed it off to perfection.
However a host's duty is to take care of his guests so I heroically ignored the temptation and gently suggested she head back to bed. Cecelia continued to ignore me and just slipped off her knickers and laid them carefully on top of her nightgown and just stood there.
OK. There's temptation and there's TEMPTATION. I did a slow circle of this charming spectacle, making sure I got a good eyeful. Then I took out my smartphone and took a photo or two. (OK. Maybe ten or twenty, but who was counting.)
Seeing Cecelia was just standing there I picked up her nightgown and knickers, draped them over my arm and then picked up her milk. With my free hand I took her hand and gently tugged and she walked with me back to the girl's bedroom. I put her milk on the side table, her nightgown and knickers on the end of the bed, folded back the blankets and urged Cecelia back to bed. Then I flicked the blankets over her and retired for a restless night.
The next morning I was up and dressed long before the girls. In case you're thinking this is a marvellous achievement, seeing I went to bed somewhat later than the girls, I would have to assume you've never lived in the same house as teenagers. On the weekend teenagers consider twelve noon to be the crack of dawn. Being a nasty type, I always start rousting them out of bed at about ten am.
I banged on Judy's door and then opened it and stuck my head in. Judy opened one eye, glared at me and told me to go away. Cecelia wasn't quite as rude. She sort of peeped at me and mumbled "what she said" and both girls snuggled back down.
"Come on," I said. "Rise and shine. It's after ten and time you were up."
Judy groaned. "Come on Cec. If we don't at least get out of bed he'll stand there giving sickening little homilies until we do."
Judy jumped up out of bed with a big fake smile plastered on her face. As soon as that door closed she'd be back under the blankets, but at least she'd be awake. Obeying her friend's exhortation, Cecelia also piled out of bed. She must have seen my eyebrows rise as I laughed and hastily closed the door. A muffled shriek of dismay came floating through the door, indicating that Cecelia had finally noticed her state of undress.
The girls were actually up and dressed and heading elsewhere by eleven. Cecelia blushed each time she saw me and played least in sight, whereas Judy thought the whole thing was a great joke. Judy told me confidentially that Cecelia must have undressed while still asleep. Apparently she had been known to sleepwalk occasionally. I just laughed and let the matter drop.
Again the girls returned about midnight and retired. I know that's roughly the time they arrived home because I was already in bed and the wretches woke me.
It was a warm night and after the girls had woken me I found it difficult to get back to sleep. Eventually I got up and headed to the kitchen for a cool drink.
I was just finishing my drink when Cecelia wandered in, wearing the same nightgown as the previous night. From the way she blushed and hastily checked to ensure that she was dressed I could tell she was awake.
Oddly enough, I thought that the nightgown accented her sexuality far more than full nudity did. It was the temptation of hidden charms that did the trick, especially as I knew what lay under the nightgown.
"Wide awake, I see," I murmured. "That's what they call good news, bad news."
"Why's it good news, bad news?" Cecelia asked.
"Well the good news is you know what is going on around you. The bad news is that means you probably won't repeat the strip tease show you treated me to last night."
Poor Cecelia's blush went into overdrive.
