"Well, we're leaving Dad."
I glanced back over my recliner to see my nineteen year old daughter Julie and her two friends heading for the front door behind me. I turned the volume down on the television.
"You guys aren't going to wait for Sarah?" I asked her puzzled.
Julie threw her hands up. "We've been waiting for an hour now. She knew what time we were supposed to leave."
"She does this every time," said Cassie, one of Julie's friends.
"Yeah and it's starting to really tick me off," Julie complained. "Sarah already stood me up for the concert last year, and for the air show last month, and all for stupid guys who don't give a crap about her. Besides, we were supposed to already be at Tamara's birthday party at five to help her set up stuff."
I shrugged. "Well, that's fine sweetheart. Just drive careful and remember if you guys need a ride home, please call me."
I made sure I emphasized the last part. I knew that a bunch of nineteen year old girls weren't going to throw a completely innocent birthday party for their friend. I didn't mind Julie having a little fun, and I knew she would probably be drinking tonight, but I trusted her. She had basically been the woman of the house ever since her mother had left us anyway.
"Dad, I told you we are staying at Tamara's place," Julie reminded me. "We're gonna be fine."
She walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.
"Bye Dad, love you," Julie said as she slipped out the door.
"Love you, too, honey," I called after her.
I turned to watch her two friends strut out of the house behind her. They were Julie's age and quite beautiful, and tonight they were wearing tight revealing clothes and high heels. I caught a glimpse at her friend Hannah's thick ass that was practically bursting from her tiny blue jean shorts. I shook my head as the front door closed, trying to brush away the impure thoughts that were creeping into my mind. The girls were all in community college, and all nineteen or twenty years of age, but it still felt wrong when I let my naughtier instincts take hold of me.
I flipped through the channels on the television for a while before settling on an old action flick that I had seen a hundred times. I could tell it was going to be a long boring Saturday night. I started to worry a bit about Julie and I glanced at my phone on the end table beside my recliner. It crossed my mind to call her later to make sure they had arrived at her friend's house okay.
She'll be fine, I thought to myself. She's young and having fun. If I called her she would just end up scolding me again, and I knew she had a good head on her shoulders anyway.
I fetched myself a beer from the refrigerator and plopped back down on my recliner. No sooner than I did, the doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes.
"It's open!" I called to the door. "Come on in!"
I figured that Julie or one of her friends had forgotten something and had come back. I heard the door open behind me as I continued to watch the movie on the television.
"Hey, Mr. Harris, what's up?" I heard a young woman say.
I turned to see who had entered the house. To my surprise, I saw Julie's friend Sarah closing the front door. She was the one that the girls had been waiting on to show up.
Immediately, I felt a little nervous. Sarah had been friends with my daughter for quite a while. She was also nineteen years old and had gone to school with Julie. Sarah was a huge flirt and she was gorgeous. What made it worse was that she knew she was gorgeous. She had a slim athletic build and was tall for a girl, probably closer to six feet tall than five. Sarah's chocolate brown hair was always beautiful. It was long, shiny, and so soft looking, and it complimented her tan skin very well.
Today she was wearing a dangerously short, frilly, yellow skirt decorated with flower patterns. She wore a very tight and low cut white tank top, which might as well have been see through, for I could clearly make out her sexy white and black bra beneath the fabric. It was always hard not to stare at Sarah's breasts, for they were a pretty nice C cup size, and she was never shy about flaunting them.
Sarah's heels were audible on the hardwood floor every time she took a step. She walked into the living room giving a brief glance at the movie I was watching. As she did, I couldn't help but stare at the back of her thighs where her petite ass was almost visible beneath her short skirt. I was almost caught staring at her when she looked at me.
"Is Julie upstairs?" Sarah asked me.
"Uh, no," I replied as my gaze fell on her enthralling hazel eyes. "They waited up for you but they left about fifteen minutes ago."
"Dang!" Sarah said with disappointment. "My phone died or I would have called them. I'm always so forgetful about crap like this."
I swallowed hard trying not to let my eyes wander up her long tan legs.
"If you left you could probably catch them," I suggested.
She shook her head and swept her long silky brown hair over her shoulder.
"I can't," Sarah told me. "My sister just dropped me off. She's headed to the movies with her boyfriend and I know she won't come back for me. She already made me give her gas money for bringing me here."
"What about your parents?" I asked.
"Out of town," Sarah answered. "I'll just give Julie a call and see if she'll come back and get me."
Sarah turned and headed back for the door where she had dropped her small purse. I knew I should turn around and watch television, but I couldn't take my eyes off of this girl. It was always this way when Sarah came over. I could remember when she had spent the night with Julie one weekend when the girls first started college. To bed Sarah had worn a little tanktop that exposed her flat stomach, and a pair of tiny gym shorts that were far too small for her. She must have caught me checking her out at least a hundred times that night.
I watched in awe from my chair as Sarah bent over with her back turned to me and fumbled around in her purse for something. Her short skirt lifted just enough for me to see the bottom of her tight tan ass. I could see the honey yellow thong that split her cheeks, as well as where it cupped her most exclusive treat between her thighs. I stared breathlessly for several seconds while my dick filled with blood in my pants. Sarah then stood up straight again after retrieving her phone, at which point I quickly turned around in my seat.
I sat staring at the television screen, trying to fight off the impure thoughts in my head. I shouldn't think this way about Sarah, I told myself. She is my daughter's age for heaven's sake. I tried to get a hold of myself. I thought of everything I could to try to get my pulsing dick to shrink.
"C'mon, Julie," I heard Sarah say under her breath. "Pick up."
I drained the rest of my beer and rose from my recliner. I retrieved another beer from the refrigerator and gulped half of it down, hoping that Sarah would find a ride soon. Thinking back, I realized I had never been in the house alone with her before. I returned to the living room to find Sarah lounging on the couch beside my recliner, her feet tucked underneath her as she leaned back against the cushions and tapped away on her phone. I fought the urge to soak in the view of her smooth bare legs and headed straight for my chair. Sarah glanced up as I passed her.
"No one is answering their phone," Sarah told me with a sigh.
I took another sip of my beer. "Do you want me to call Julie?"
She shook her head and gave me a heart melting smile.
"You shouldn't do that, Mr. Harris," Sarah said. "Julie is probably just mad at me. I've stood her up so many times before. I'm just gonna try to get a hold of one of my other friends that lives on campus to see if she will pick me up."
