(I decided to do a stand-alone just to see what happens. This was inspired by a lady from the forum who gave me lots of inspiration to deal with. I dedicate this story to her.)
The most difficult part of being the father of a teenage daughter is the fact her friends are not legal. The harder part is when your daughter is college age and even though her friends are of legal age, they may as well not be because of the age gap. Talk about a pervy dad's nightmare. I mean, I love my daughter to death. It's just a few of her friends are super good-looking.
Take her friend Rebecca for example. Rebecca, or Becks as my daughter calls her, is a petite temptress with long black hair. She has a gorgeous face. Those piercing eyes though are one of her best features. I swear to God they change color on me. Sometimes, they look green like an emerald. Other times, they look more blueish. Either way, whenever she has a serious look on her face, I feel like they are penetrating my soul devouring whatever things they can.
Now normally in these stories, the author writes about her dimensions and stuff. I can't. That's because before the events in this story, she was always wearing frumpy clothing almost all the time. I never was able to see her in shorts, a bathing suit or anything. At least as far as I could remember. It was always about the eyes for me. Everything else about her seemed obscured because of them. It was as if her eyes had Neuralyser like qualities.
So, it was one of those nights where she was visiting my daughter. I own a modest home in the suburbs. She was visiting for some odd reason. Next thing I knew, my daughter was getting my attention from my newspaper.
"Hey, Pops!"
I looked up and saw my daughter waving me down before she continued.
"Sorry to bother you, but can you keep Becks occupied for a bit? Jeremy needs me to come in a take a few deliveries for him."
"Why can't you drop her off at her place on the way?" I asked.
"Her parents are on a day trip, and she didn't want to be alone."
"You could have said no," I responded, turning the page in the sports section.
"Dad, please?" she asked.
I smiled at her.
"I was only kidding, sweetheart. I got it."
"Thanks, Pops. You're the best," she said as she bent down and kissed me on the cheek.
Now the reader is probably wondering my daughter who is college-aged is living with me and such. And where is her mother? The second question is easier to answer. That hussy left me years ago for some guy who turned her on. I let her go and signed the papers about ten years ago so she could have her freedom. Apparently, she wanted a washed-up guitar player over her husband who provided her shelter and took care of her. So that's enough about her.
My daughter is in her early twenties. She worked her way through college and has a degree in art. Thus, that's the reason she still lives with me in our suburb. There aren't many opportunities for art majors here. She has been doing stuff online, but nothing has caught yet. So, she works full time for a pizza place. Apparently, her boss, Jeremy, called her in to take some deliveries. So, she's leaving me alone with her friend for a bit.
As she runs out the door, I go back to my paper before I heard a crash in the other room. I put the paper down and rush down the hall to my daughter's room. There I saw something I thought I'd never see.
There was Becks. She was on the floor with my daughter's full-length mirror on top of her. I quickly rushed in and started to pull the mirror off her before Becks tried to stop me.
'Wait a second!" she yelled.
I lifted it just enough to get it off her before she turned so, she was facing the ground. She pressed herself against the carpet while I moved the mirror so it wouldn't fall again. I then kept my face towards the wall.
'If you want to make yourself decent, I am looking at the wall until you tell me it's okay."
I could hear her stand up behind me. There were a few moments before I started to hear her giggle behind me.
"It's okay, Mr. Adams. You can turn around."
I turned and saw Becks looking at me smiling. I smiled back before I started noticing what she was wearing. It started with the fact she had red lipstick on. It looked good on her. I then noticed she was wearing a brown top with spaghetti straps. She was also wearing a pair of athletic shorts which were tight around her hips. It was her smile though that made me feel better. I tried not to stare at her before I started talking.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Mr. Adams. I was working on a Tik Tok dance and accidently knocked the mirror down on me."
"What's a Tik Tok dance?" I asked, clueless about modern stuff like that.
She laughed again. I'm glad she did because I felt stupid for a bit. She then came closer and hugged me.
"It's okay, Mr. Adams. Your daughter was helping me with one we saw, and I kept practicing after her boss called. Would you like to see it?"
