Chapter 1
I couldn't believe my ears. I was out walking my dog, Buster, late at night when I happened to be coming back in the gate to our yard when I overheard my daughter and her friends talking. My daughter, Chrissy is 18 and was having a sleepover. The girls, 5, counting my daughter were all sitting in our hot tub and talking. Their voices though low were carrying out into the alley behind our house so that I could hear them. The pool and hot tub water were relaying the sound so that the girls had no idea someone might be able to hear them. I stopped in my tracks when I heard them talking about me.
"Chrissy's dad is F-I-N-E," I heard one of the girls say and I had to chuckle. Although I could hear them clearly, I couldn't readily make out who was talking. I knelt by the gate and listened for more.
"You guys," my daughter protested and I heard splashing.
"Well he is," a girl giggled and more splashing.
I moved to the gate and tried to peer through it but couldn't see much. I cursed myself for putting a thick metal mesh on both sides to keep prying eyes out, as I wanted to match voices to faces.
"How about Carl?" a girl offered and everyone grew silent. A few seconds laughter came from almost all the girls.
"You guys," I heard one girl protest and I knew it had to be Rochelle. "He's just a grumpy old bear," she pointed out.
In reality, her dad Carl was a first class prick. He never had anything nice to say to anyone and thought everything he did was better than everyone else. It was a wonder how his daughter turned out to be so nice.
"You know he has been bitter since my mom left him," she defended him and all the girls took sympathy.
"He is cute in a trailer-trash kind of way," I heard my Chrissy joke and everyone laughed.
"He's got big muscles," I heard a girl say and if I had to swear on it, I thought it was Jennilee, my daughter's Asian friend. Jennilee was a gymnast and had an incredible body. She was all of about 5'0 feet and 90 pounds.
"Well I've been with young guys and older guys and even though young guys are usually hotter, I'll take an older guy every time," I heard a girl brag and I knew it had to be, Danielle. Danielle was Chrissy's friend from way back and she was a piece of work. She was hot for guys at age 8 and was always wearing makeup and suggestive clothing. Her dad, a lawyer and the bevy of beautiful models he dated raised Danielle. I think she was always competing with the models for dad's affection so she tried her darnedest to look hot all the time.
"Oh come on," Jennilee stated and added, "You are always with younger guys."
"Well I'm not going to turn them down, but if it's an older guy versus a younger guy, I'd probably pick the older guy," Danielle defended herself. "Plus, I can't exactly run around with older guys or my dad might catch me," she added and stated, "We have to be more discreet."
"How many older guys have you been with?" Jennilee challenged her.
"Lots," Danielle answered vaguely but loudly.
"How many?" Rochelle asked. She was the youngest of Chrissy's friends. She was due to turn 18 any day now. There was a birthday party planned for the next weekend.
"There's Mr. Sampson, there's Mr. Beegins," Danielle started to answer and was cut off.
"Mr. Beegins, the owner of the liquor store at the corner of F& Cherry?" Mary asked incredulously. Mary was a skinny 5'9 blonde. She weighed maybe 110 pounds if that and she loved to wear tight shirts. She was almost flat but had the biggest nipples. My wife and I used to kid each other when she came over about the temperature. She had an older sister, Mo or Maureen, who could easily pass for a twin. She might be an inch taller but was just as slender and almost as chest less. Both wore braces and had a nervous giggle.
"Yeah, that Mr. Beegins," Danielle answered and smiled sheepishly. Harvey Beegins owned Harvey's Liquor on F Street and Cherry.
"Girl, what happened?" Chrissy asked as Jennilee said, "Woooo." All the girl's eyes were on Danielle, easily the most promiscuous of them.
"Well, you remember the night when my dad & I had that big fight?" she asked, her eyes scanning each one of their faces. The girls all nodded and listened to her for more of the story. "Well I went down to the liquor store and used the pay phone in front. I was wearing that plaid skirt and white top thing I like to wear when we go to the mall. I had my heels on and called my mom back in Nebraska," she stated as the girls listened intently.
"Cut to the good part," Chrissy said and I cursed her impatience. I was getting a hard-on just from knowing what she was wearing. Danielle often wore that over the house and my wife liked to call it her "Naughty schoolgirl" outfit.
"Well Mr. Beegins sees I'm crying and asks me to come in the store and says I can have anything I want to drink, if it'll put a smile on my face," Danielle says and adds, ‘I told him I was alright and was just going to walk home." "He said he insists and won't take no for an answer," she continued and the girls ‘wooed' almost on cue. "No one was in the store but us and he took me in the back and got me a ‘Starbucks Mocha Latte" in a bottle."
"Girl! No way," Rochelle uttered.
"Then what?" Mary asked and whistled lewdly.
"He picked me up under my arms and sat me on the workbench he has in the back there to prepare the sandwiches," Danielle said and demonstrated by putting her own hands under the opposite arm. Rochelle's jaw dropped and Mary's eyes went wide.
"I'm never eating a ham and cheese there again," Chrissy joked and everyone chuckled.
"Mr. Beegins is a big old hunkin pervert," Jennilee exclaimed, "He's got to be 50 years old."
Danielle nodded in the affirmative and added knowingly, "He's 53."
"You slut!" Rochelle screamed.
"Ha, We knew that already," Chrissy added and got a big splash and a laugh from Danielle.
"Then what?" Mary asked trying to keep the conversation on track. I was hard as a rock and wondered what his fat wife Helen would think.
"Well he told me not to cry and began massaging my shoulders and telling me everything would be alright," Danielle continued with her story.
"Ooh," Mary exclaimed.
I was staring over the fence now, emboldened by the fact all the girls had there eyes on Danielle. I was only wearing boxers and a pair of basketball shirts on my lower half so my cock stood straight out at attention. Reaching down, I gave it a good squeeze. Danielle's story was really taking shape and I focused back on the young vixen as she talked.
"Well he did it very nonchalantly but he took my knees and spread them so he could stand in front of me between my legs," she said with a knowing smile. Taking her fingers she spread them to show how Mr. Beegins maneuvered between her legs. "He then began massaging my thighs and telling me that things like this happen but that my dad and I would make up," she said.
"Under your skirt or over your skirt?" Mary asked. She leaned back with her elbows on the edge of the spa.
"Over at first," Danielle laughed and shook her head up and down to answer the next question.
"Ohhhhh," a couple of girls uttered and laughed.
"He pretended to accidentally slip his hands under my skirt and apologized, but then he did it again and again, and told me everything would be alright," Danielle giggled as she spoke.
"What did you do?" Chrissy asked, even though she probably knew what Danielle ‘the lil slut' did.
