Martin couldn't get his mind off Nicole, his daughter's best friend forever. He was aware of the opinions some people had about a man desiring a woman that he doubled in years but she was that—a woman. And she had been a woman for five years.
Random people's views didn't much matter to him but his daughter, Lauren, was far from a random person. And she was on the side of the argument that thought it was gross, disgusting, and a load of other negative adjectives for an older man to consider sex with a woman half his age or more.
He wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for Lauren and always gave all he had to her. It could have been the last dime in his pocket or a helping from his bottomless pool of love. Whatever Lauren wanted, Lauren got. And he was proud to do it. That's not to say they weren't like two rams clashing at times. She had her mother's personality!
One day, Martin stopped for once in his life to consider what
he
wanted. He was taking care of Lauren while she finished college. Her mother was in parts unknown with another man and Martin was feeling a bit empty. He strained to find his way back to the dating market but was craving some nasty, dirty play with someone. A void was expanding within that only a beautiful woman he was attracted to could fill.
While he was nailing in a new decorative handrail for the trio of steps outside his home, a rumbling engine behind him signified said beautiful woman was about to arrive. Martin could already feel a surge of energy rush to his crotch.
It was the first whiff of spring and not only did that bring the first warmth in months, trees coming alive again, and cars coated in pollen, but it brought women out of their long pants and into shorts and sandals. And that could have been said of Nicole, too.
Nicole didn't have a ride of her own yet but her parents or brother would drop her off to hang out with Martin and Lauren.
Yes, both of them. Martin was always working out, fixing things around the house, working, or shaking his body at a party. Though a knee or an elbow might ache here and there, he was a far cry from a cane or a walker. His energy and willingness to have fun usually matched Lauren and Nicole's and they didn't mind having him in their presences on occasion.
Martin didn't think it would ever be that way again after he expressed to Nicole how he felt about her.
He would listen to her talk about her paintings, her beagle named Speed because he acted like he was on it all the time, and her love for motorcycles. Martin happened to have one and she thought that was the coolest thing ever.
She would help him in the kitchen and he would be their personal driver to anywhere their hearts desired.
The apparent connection they had made it easier for him to let her know that he wanted to have "fun" with her. It took more than a month to conjure the will and to accept the consequences if his daughter found out what his intentions were.
Not surprisingly, she was resistant to it. He didn't touch her, grope her, or plead, but she never said no. Still, he was a little blue about how things turned out.
She started to meet Lauren at every place that wasn't his.
The awkwardness was impossible to miss but he tried his best not to come off as another creepy old man.
Eventually, Nicole began coming around again and things seemed to be how they were before he made his confession. The difference was Nicole would sometimes smile at him a little long, brush his shoulder in passing, or let her hand innocently drag across his ass when they hugged. He thought it was just his mind exaggerating things because he wanted to fuck her little cute ass but the voice in his gut said differently.
Anyhow, Martin got out of his head and kept working on the handrail. He ceased hammering to pick up a piece of wood and heard Nicole's tiny footsteps pattering on the concrete walkway at his rear.
She said, "Hey, papa! What are you doing there?"
She sounded so sweet just saying something simple like that.
She saw Lauren as her older sister so it was only fitting that she called him papa. He wanted to make her call him her daddy but he didn't know if that was in the cards.
He spun around and said, "Whoa!"
Nicole's light brown locks were dancing on her shoulder as she moved. She was in a peach spaghetti strap top. The shape of her nipples were easy to see. Her faded, blue jean shorts fit snuggly against the brownish orange complexion of her legs. If someone snapped a finger, he would have been hard long before they finished the snap.
Nicole tilted her head and flipped her hair off her shoulders. "Whoa what?"
Martin scratched his scalp. "You look amazing, that's all."
"Oh, thank you," she said with a flush while twiddling her fingers.
He pointed at her backpack. "You're studying with Lauren today?"
"Yes, is she here, yet?"
"No, she called and said she would be late. She's meeting with the guidance counselor at the college." Martin lifted his hammer to return to his project but noticed out of his periphery she was staring at him with a wanting, a powerful lust. "What is it, Nicole?"
She blinked a few times quickly and looked away. "Nothing. What do you have to drink?"
"Water and ginger ale. The choices would be more expansive if I had gone to the store!"
Nicole slid her backpack off and let it drop to the grass. She stepped so close their toes were touching. Martin was trying to hold it together the best he could. It was natural to embrace her and he did.
Having her that close was amazing and her hug was warm and tight. He could feel her bra clasp through her top and pictured himself undoing it and revealing her palm-sized tits. She was without any scent from body lotion or perfume—just her natural, sweet womanly aroma.
She pulled back but still held him at the waist. "I'm glad to see you. I'm going to run in the house unless you need help with what you're doing."
"Thanks, but I got it. Make yourself at home."
Nicole smiled, grabbed the straps on her backpack, and sprinted through the storm door.
Martin glanced at her and loved the sight of how those shorts of hers squeezed her ass.
He pounded nails for another few minutes before wiping the moisture from his temples.
His back was wrapping in knots having been hunched over for so long and he was sucking wind. A break was in order.
When he went in, he stepped onto the scuffed tile at the entrance. With another foot forward, he tripped over something rubbery. He looked down to see Nicole's sandals. And her backpack wasn't far away. Her ability to disrupt his system of tidiness reminded him of her imperfections. For now, it was endearing.
He walked the hall towards his quarters when he noticed light shining out of the bathroom door's crack. He heard movement inside. His stomach was rumbling and his hands shaking as he investigated it.
He tried to resist but the temptation was overwhelming. He had to peek!
Nicole was checking herself out. She leaned into the mirror and was playing with a sore on her cheek. She mumbled something about needing some facial cream.
Her back was to him but it looked like she was fidgeting with the button on the front of her shorts. It popped open and the sound of a zipper sliding down followed. Martin swallowed and waited while trembling.
She pulled down her shorts and they were so tight, they dragged her blue panties low enough that he saw her ass crack. He wanted to grope that ass, play with it, slide his cock in it and feel its tightness.
