Chapter 1
Dawn's friends were spending the night again. I really wasn't all that surprised, of course, but it would have been easier on me if they were staying at another parents house. There was some work I had to do tonight, but I guess it would have to wait. Whenever my daughter's friends are in the house, I don't get much done until they quiet down for the evening.
Since my wife, Dawn's mother, had left, Dawn and I had learned to get along a lot better. We both realized that Jan had been unhappy, and her unhappiness had affected us both. Once she was gone, we had developed a much better relationship and had learned to get along a lot better. About to graduate high school, she and her friends were spending as much time together as possible, knowing that they would probably go to separate colleges in the fall.
Since Jan had left two years ago, I had spent a lot more time at work. Of course, since I was so dedicated to it now, I had earned several promotions. I was now the head of the industrial investment group, and just last year Dawn and I had moved into our new house. The house wasn't really new, but it was a lot better place than we had been living in. Dawn also realized that I would be able to send her off to college without her needing to get a job to help out with the cost, which she appreciated!
When the girls were in the house, there was a lot of giggling and talking, of course. Sometimes they didn't act eighteen. Although I didn't try to be "buddies" with the girls, I had a good relationship with all of them. They knew that I was fair with them, and if they really needed something they could talk to me and I wouldn't treat them like little kids. I had made a deal with them that although I didn't approve of them drinking, if they got into a situation where they were going to drink and drive, I would go pick them up at any time of the night and deliver them home. There were only a few times that this had been required, but on those occasions I had picked them up and taken them home. They got lectures from me, but I hadn't turned them into their parents, either.
"Hi Mr. E! What's for dinner?" Amy was one of Dawn's oldest friends, and one of the most attractive. Long, dark hair ran part way down her back, outlining her pretty face with her green/grey eyes, pert nose and sweet mouth. One of these days, Amy was going to make some guy really happy.
"Oh, I suppose the usual. How do you girls want your filet's cooked tonight?" This brought much laughter from all the girls, as they knew that I was not a cook. I gave Dawn some money and told her to either order Chinese or pizza, whichever they wanted. Then I gave them the usual nightly lecture before I retreated to my study to try to get some work done.
"OK, I know you all know, but here are the house rules. No drinking. Period. No drugs of any kind. Period. If you have a prescription you need to take, tell me about it. My pistols are locked up, but don't try to get to them, anyway. Oh, and most importantly, NO BOYS! At ALL!" With that, I made sure to make eye contact with Sandi, the little blonde. About a month ago, after the girls thought I was asleep, Sandi had tried to slip a boyfriend in. Although she had sworn that all they were going to do was talk, I had refused to let her spend the night for a month. Her face was a little red, but she still smiled at me as they all nodded their heads. They complain about getting the same warning every time, but I want to make sure no one could say they didn't understand or remember. They joked about the "prison" sometimes, but that didn't bother me.
As usual, I was unsuccessful in my attempt to concentrate. I guess I should be ashamed, but all the pretty young female flesh in the other room was stuck in my mind. I didn't know if Dawn's friends would appreciate the thoughts running through my head, but I was sure that their parents, all of whom I knew, would take me out and string me up!
The bad part would come when the food arrived. As usual, I would go out and help myself to some of it. The girls all got along well with me, so I would talk to them while we were eating, trying to not let my desire for their tight bodies show. Once everyone had eaten, anyone who was not spending the night would go home, and those that were staying would change into their nightclothes.
This was the best, and the worst time for me. As usual, I would go and shower, putting on sweat pants and a shirt to get more comfortable. It also helped to hide my swelling cock. This was because the girls usually wore t-shirts to get comfortable while they talked or watched a movie. There were times that one or the other of them had asked to borrow a shirt from me when they had forgotten their own. Watching a sweet young teen-aged girl cavort around all evening in a shirt of mine was just not fair!
Even though it was a Friday night, the girls didn't have a lot of energy. They did indeed change into their night outfits. Dawn was the only one wearing actual pajamas, but she is always a little colder than the other girls. Amy had on a shorter shirt than usual, and I knew from past experience she would not be wearing anything but small panties underneath it. Some of the girls wore a bra, but not Amy or Sandi. Of all the girls, these two were the most forward of the bunch. They were well developed, and more comfortable with their newly developed bodies.
On one of my trips to the kitchen to get a beer, I looked over into the living room. My daughter and Jana were upstairs already, either talking or sleeping. Only Amy and Sandi were left, and neither of them had heard me walk out of the study towards the kitchen area. My house is mainly an open plan, with the kitchen, dinning and living rooms only separated by a T-shape counter. The door to my bedroom is off the living room, in the back. In the other corner of the living room is the door to my study.
Pausing only a few feet into the living room, I was brought up short by the wonderful view I had of Amy's long legs and tight, shapely ass. She was lying on the floor on her stomach, and her t-shirt had ridden up her back, giving me a clear view of her round ass cheeks and between her thighs the thin strip hiding her pussy. Actually, it was trying to cover it, but as it was a only a thin strip, her cunt lips were just visible. The only light in the room came from the flat panel TV on the wall and a lamp on the end table that was positioned at her feet and slightly off to one side. This lighting allowed me to enjoy my view of her wonderful pussy. I noticed that there was no hair visible, and the strip that was vainly trying to cover her was thin enough and tight enough to provide an excellent "camel toe" effect.
How long I stood there before I came to my senses I don't know. At first, I hadn't even realized that Sandi was lying on the couch off to the side. Only a small movement by her made me realize that she was there. Had she noticed me admiring Amy? When I realized that she was there, she was looking in the direction of the TV, but there was a smirk on her face as I walked by them to the kitchen.
From the kitchen, I could see Sandi lying on the couch but couldn't see Amy on the floor due to the counter between the rooms. As I threw the empty bottle in the trash and got another one from the refrigerator, I could hear murmurs of conversation from the girls in the other room, but not what they were saying. Turning, I saw that Sandi had leaned her upper body in the direction of Amy and was saying something.
Walking back to the edge of the living room, I turned towards the girls. "Hey Mr. E! Still working? You work all the time! You should find something better to do with your time on a Friday night! Want to finish watching the movie with us?"
"Nah, I'm almost done with the portfolio I'm working on, I think I'll finish it up and go to bed. Everyone else go to bed already?"
"Yeah, everyone quit on us. As soon as this is over, we're going to bed too."
As I stood there talking to them, Amy had turned her head and shoulders towards me so she could look at me, but was still lying flat on her stomach with only her shoulders raised off the floor as she braced her chin on her elbows. This caused her shirt to pull up even farther, an inch or two above the top of her panties and showing the top of her tight ass and the smooth skin along her waist. I couldn't help staring until I realized that this time neither of them could have any doubt of what I was looking at. Sandi continued to lie on the couch, grinning at me.
I was a little embarrassed to realize how obvious I was. I quickly turned and walked towards my study, but I couldn't help but look back before I walked into the study. Amy had raised her hips slightly off the floor, rolling her ass upwards just slightly and separating her thighs even farther. This also had the effect of spreading the outer lips of her pussy so that the thin panties were now sucked between them.
I didn't have the strength or willpower to look away. She was very slowly hunching her ass up and down just an inch or two, her head still straight ahead as she looked at the TV. But as I finally looked away I realized that Sandi had been watching me. I almost ran into the study and closed the door, but not before I heard them giggling. In the past some of the girls had teased me, making sure I could see down their shirts or had a shot at their little panties, but this had been the most obvious. It was also the first time I knew for sure that the girls had caught me staring at them. It's a good thing they would all be graduating soon and going off to school.
"Damn! Caught by two oversexed teenaged girls!" I was muttering to myself as I sat down at the computer and tried to concentrate. But it had been a while since I had any kind of sexual satisfaction other than my own hand. Way too long, apparently! For the next half hour I replayed the sight of Amy's long legs and thighs. Her knees had been at least a couple of feet apart, granting me an excellent view of her sweet pussy encased in her thin panties. She may not have realized the lovely view she was providing me when I had first walked out of the study, but there could be no doubt that she had improved it on purpose. Sandi must have seen me staring before my trip to the kitchen, and they had decided to tempt me.
There was a soft knock on the door of the study. "Mr. E? We're going to bed now. See you in the morning, OK?" Soft giggles came through the door.
"Uh, OK girls. Turn the lights off, I'm going to bed in a few minutes too."
After waiting a few minutes and hearing them go up the stairs on the far side of the living room, I shut the workstation off and went to my bedroom. As usual when all the young pussy was around, I hadn't really got much done. I knew that I was going to have to cut down on work and go out and find myself a girlfriend. I was in bad need of some relief!
Some people say a stiff dick has no conscience; I know for sure it has no mercy. I lay in bed for what seemed like hours, unable to get to sleep. Finally, I decided that there was no other choice but to relieve my sexual desires by myself. Not the most dignified thing for a forty-four year old, fast rising executive to do, but I did want to get some sleep.
Sometimes I was able to work out at the gym hard enough that, even though the girls were around showing off their firm tits and long legs, I could fall into an exhausted sleep. During warm weather I would ride my bicycle for forty or fifty miles on afternoons that I knew the girls would be staying and managed to fall to sleep. This was not going to be one of those times.
As I lay there I heard a small noise. It sounded almost as if someone was closing the French door on the side of the house, where the patio was. Who the hell would be opening or closing that door? This couldn't be good! As I got to my feet and opened the small vault next to the bed where my Kimber 1911 was stored I didn't realize that at least I no longer had to worry about my stiff dick!
Picking up the portable phone and the powerful flashlight I keep by the bed, I considered calling 9-1-1. If it was an intruder, I didn't want to have to shoot anyone and calling the sheriff first could save some time. But we lived in a rural area, and I knew that the sheriffs department could easily take ten minutes to get to the house. We live in a large county, and due to budget constraints the county only had two officers on duty. Being a Friday night it was also likely that they were busy dealing with drunks or fights.
