Chapter 1
I was sitting in the rec room watching TV one afternoon when my eighteen old daughter Samantha came home from school. She came over and kissed me, and then she sat on my lap.
Now when I say that she sat on my lap, what I mean is that she sat facing me, straddling me with her legs, and her arms on my shoulders. I knew immediately what that meant. Samantha wanted something, something special. And most likely, something expensive.
"Daddy," she purred in a voice as smooth as honey, "A lot of the other kids are going to the seaside for a few days after finals are over. Can I go too, huh? Please? Pretty please? I'll be good."
I played the game the same way that we always did. "Oh, I don't know about that, Samantha," I said in my best serious voice. "It could cost a lot of money."
"Oh no it won't be all that expensive," she said. "I can get a ride with someone. And a bunch of us will share a room. Please, daddy! I'll be very, very good if you say yes."
What always happened here was a form of collective bargaining. Samantha would promise to do all kinds of things, like tidy her room, work hard at her studies, or make me breakfast in bed, and in return I would eventually agree to whatever she wanted. This time I played hardball, and she agreed to study for an extra hour each night until her exams, and to clean up her room. "Well, since you are going to be a good little girl and do all of those things, I guess that you can go with your friends," I said.
"Oh thank you daddy!" squealed Sam. Then she kissed me and ran out of the room.
The next afternoon after school, Sam once again came and sat with me, but this time she just kissed me and then sat next to me on the couch. "Everyone at school was happy that I'm going to the seaside with them. Even Lucy was happy for me, even though she's not going."
Lucy was Sam's best friend. Her mother, Pam, was divorced and she only worked part-time, so I suspected that money might be a little tight with them. "It's too bad that Lucy can't go," I said. "Yes," replied Sam, "It won't be the same without her."
I felt sorry for them both, that Lucy would miss out, and I knew that it wouldn't be the same for Sam without Lucy. For no good reason, suddenly I said, "Maybe I should adopt Lucy."
"Oh that's a fabulous idea!" enthused Sam.
"Well, I don't know that her mother would agree with that," I said.
"Oh I don't mean adopt adopt, I mean just pretend," Sam went on. "Then you would have two daughters to spoil. And you could pay for her trip. I know that Lucy would be very grateful if you did that." "Well .......," I said dubiously.
"Oh go on daddy," Sam said. "I'm sure that Lucy would do nice things for you, too."
Now that was an interesting thought! Lucy was a pretty hot little number. And she had the biggest tits that I have ever seen on an eighteen year old girl. Often have I thought how nice it would be to bury my face between them. Even though that wasn't what Sam had in mind, the idea of having Lucy in my debt appealed to me. You never know what might happen one day, I thought to myself.
"OK, I'll do it," I said. "But I will expect both of you to bring me breakfast in bed the next time that Lucy sleeps over here."
"Oh that's wonderful, daddy!" gushed Sam. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
The next afternoon when Sam arrived home from school, she just stuck her head into the rec room and said, "I told Lucy about the whole adoption thing and she's very excited about it. She'll be over in a few minutes, we're going down to the mall. I'm going to grab a shower. Will you keep her company while I get ready?"
"OK sweetie," I said.
A little while later there was a knock on the door and it was Lucy. She was very excited about the holiday. We went into the rec room, I sat on the couch, and Lucy sat next to me. Then suddenly she twisted around and sat on my lap, in exactly the same way as Sam always did. "Sam told me that you will do nice things for your daughters if they are good little girls," she said. "Well, I can be very good. Would you like me to show you how good I can be?"
All I could do was nod.
With a wicked smile on her face, Lucy slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, and slipped it off her shoulders. Then she reached back and undid her bra, which fell into my lap.
At first all I could do was stare. Her tits were magnificent! They were even better than I had imagined. Lucy was a natural redhead, and her skin was creamy smooth. She had big pink nipples that were already erect.
As soon as I had recovered, I buried my face between Lucy's tits. She moaned and squeezed them against my face. I sucked each nipple in turn until they were rock hard.
Suddenly I heard the door to Samantha's room open. "Sam's coming!" I hissed. Lucy quickly put her clothes back on, and was sitting demurely next to me when Sam came into the room.
"I hope you two found something to keep you busy while you were waiting," Sam said. "Ready to go, Lucy?"
"Oh yes," said Lucy, and they set off to the mall.
Chapter 2
The next day was Saturday, and at about ten a.m. the phone rang. It was Lucy's mother, Pam.
"I thought that you might like to come over here for lunch today, Steve," she said. "That way I can thank you properly for your generosity to Lucy. Say about one?"
"Thank you, Pam, that sounds very nice," I said. "See you at one."
I hung up the phone and thought about Pam. Even thought Samantha and Lucy were best friends, I really didn't know Pam very well at all. Her house was only one street away from mine, and so the girls didn't need to be dropped off or picked up when they visited each other, they simply walked over. So I had never had any reason to visit her. I had only ever spoken to her a few times, and then only briefly. I did remember that she was quite attractive, and like Lucy she had flaming red hair.
Of course, like all men, whenever I meet a woman with red hair, the old question arises -- do the collars match the cuffs? For a few seconds I wondered about Pam, but then I returned to reality. This was a simple invitation to lunch. There weren't going to be any questions answered today.
Although, I thought that it was interesting the way Pam had said that she wanted to 'thank me properly ........'
Promptly at one I rang the front doorbell at Pam's house. When she answered I was pleasantly surprised by her appearance. She was wearing a very pretty skirt and top, with high heeled sandals that really shaped her legs nicely when she walked. And she had put on makeup, and fixed up her hair. She looked really hot! I was glad that I had gone to the trouble to make myself presentable for my visit.
Pam had prepared an excellent lunch, and it was delicious. When we finished eating, we took our glasses and the wine bottle and went into the lounge room. I couldn't help admiring her legs as she sat down next to me on the couch.
"It really was very generous of you to offer to pay for Lucy's trip," she said. "I'm afraid that my budget just couldn't stretch that far."
"I'm happy to do it," I said. "I wouldn't want Lucy to miss out. And I know that it wouldn't be the same for Samantha if Lucy didn't go."
"Samantha's a lovely girl," said Pam. "I'm glad that she and Lucy are friends. You see, Lucy can be a bit wild at times. Sam's a bit of a steadying influence on her, I think."
"Well, it works both ways," I said. "Sam used to be very shy, but since she met Lucy, she's come right out of her shell."
We sipped our wine in silence for a couple of minutes, and then Pam said, "Are you worried about Sam going on this trip? About her having sex, I mean? Because you know that's going to happen."
I was a bit surprised by the question. "All fathers worry about their daughters having sex," I said. "But it has to happen sometime. I know that Sam's smart enough not to get involved with the wrong type of boys."
"Yes, I'm happy Lucy's that smart too," replied Pam, "although I do know that she sleeps with boys."
"Really?" I said, unsurprised but non-committal.
"Boys have always been attracted to Lucy," said Pam. "I suppose it's because she has such nice titties."
Wow, that's out there, I thought. I tried to remain cool. "Well, boys always seem to like that sort of thing with girls," I said as casually as I could.
"And men seem to like it in women, too," Pam said, just as casually.
"Yes of course we do," I replied.
Pam looked away from me. "For the last couple of years I've been a bit jealous of Lucy's figure," she said.
"You? Jealous? But why?" I asked. "You have a beautiful figure."
Pam looked deep into my eyes. "Thank you," she said, smiling a very sexy smile. Then she reached up and cupped her boobs in her hands. "So you like my titties, do you?" she asked sweetly.
