[Full Synopsis: Firefighter Jason is known in town as the Iceman for his frosty attitude toward women. The truth is that he has just reconnected with his daughter, and doesn't want to hurt her feelings with his own bad behavior. But when she tells him that she doesn't care who he sleeps with, her friends are officially on the menu.]
Author's Note: The (younger) characters in this story are all recent HS graduates who are 18 years or older. They are college bound, and ready to make bad decisions for your amusement.
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It was the middle of July, the temperature outside climbing steadily higher. The residents of the Glen (a moderately expensive housing development) were daily maxing the capacity of the neighborhood pool, forcing many to seek out their own methods of keeping cool. Rolling brownouts due to the heavy electrical toll caused many to sit in the confines of darkened homes, sweating it out until their air conditioning was turned back on.
Jason Dawes stood in the dark confines of his own house, staring out into his back yard. His daughter Naomi was holding a "Non-Pool party" with her friends from high school. There were seven teenagers in his back yard right now, all recent high school graduates (Go Beavers!). He shook his head as his daughter, nearly nineteen, snapped the back of her best friend Maria's bikini top. There were a couple of boys at the non-party, dramatically jumping through his sprinkler in various attempts to impress the ladies. The image in his yard was surreal. He and Naomi's mother had divorced six years ago. As a result, Naomi had ended up several hundred miles away. Unable (and unwilling) to change jobs, Jason had watched his daughter grow up in random six month spurts when she would come out to visit him. Nearly a year ago, Naomi had called to let him know that her mother was getting married again, and that there was a job opening at one of the fire stations in town. Sensing the desire to fully reconnect over the phone, Jason made the move for his daughter. She had moved in over the winter months, and he slowly became acquainted with the life his little girl had built for herself in the small town of Eagle's Haven.
One of the hardest things to come to terms with was how unbelievably attractive his daughter's friends were. Not being able to watch these other girls grow up gave Jason just enough disconnect to fail to see them as his own children. Instead, they were gorgeous young women, the kind that he would ogle at the mall or while around town. Being a firefighter had its perks in the women he got attention from, but he simply could not go down that road with his daughter's friends. In the six months he had been living in Eagle's Haven, he had been very careful to avoid any form of flirting with the young women in town, a behavior which had earned him the nickname Iceman at the firehouse. Here, however, in the dark of his own home, he could watch to his heart's delight. Undoubtedly, these young women thought he was anti-social, but nothing could be farther from the truth. He was the father who was never home, the father who ordered them dinner and disappeared. The father who frequently masturbated behind the locked door of his bedroom to take off the edge after spending the day in the presence of several available women under his roof.
He was also the father who loved his daughter and would never do anything to hurt her. This, unfortunately, included keeping his dick to himself.
To his left, the sliding door opened with a slight squeak, a reminder that he needed to hit it with some WD-40 later. In walked Megan and Brianne, their bodies covered in drops of water. Megan was thin and soft spoken, the school's valedictorian. She was slender, her hair shoulder length, the color of roses. Brianne was a cheerleader from the school, with thick curls and brown hair. Her figure was very well rounded, with meat in all the right places. As the girls chatted, he couldn't help but notice the butterfly tattoo just above Brianne's ass, an ass that barely fit in her bathing suit.
"Mr. Dawes, are the burgers defrosted yet?" Megan asked, toweling her hair off. Jason looked down in the sink full of water. Usually he would just defrost them quickly in the microwave, but the current power outage had caused him to improvise. He removed the Ziploc bag from the sink of water, attempting to peel some of the patties apart.
"Are you girls getting hungry?" he asked, the cold meat sliding apart. He reached for one of the plates on the counter, which Megan rushed to hand him. Brianne stood next to him, appraising his efforts. Her head came up to his shoulders, and when she turned to face him, her soft breast rubbed across his arm.
"Something like that," Brianne said. She turned away abruptly, brushing once more across his arm. Jason set his jaw in determination. This was a game that Brianne had been playing with him since February, when she had seen him shopping at the grocery store with his crew. Any other woman would have received a playful slap on the butt, or an invite to coffee, which would inevitably lead back to her place for...
Jason shook his head, scattering the image. He didn't need to be standing at the sink with a hard on. He quickly loaded the rest of the plates, making sure no more patties were stuck together.
"I'll take these out, Mr. Dawes." Megan grabbed one of the plates of beef and took it outside to the grill. Brianne picked up another one, and Jason grabbed the last two. As he started to walk outside, Brianne deliberately walked through the door as he did, causing him to turn sideways. She rubbed her butt across his crotch, dragging it slowly. Jason's left eye twitched, but he said nothing, stepping out into the backyard behind her. The teens largely ignored Jason's presence, though one of the boys came to ask if he needed any help grilling. Jason declined. The grill, preheated and seasoned, was set to sizzling up the burgers. Naomi and Megan made trips into the house to prepare the rest of the meal, and Brianne was showing the boys some of her yoga poses. Gabrielle, one of the other girls, got jealous and hosed Brianne down with icy water. Brianne screamed, and a random stream of water shoved the back of her bikini bottom down, revealing just the top of two perfectly formed, tanned buttocks.
"Fuck," Jason muttered, returning his eyes to the grill. He was wearing sunglasses, but the last thing he needed was to be caught looking. Brianne was a big enough cock tease. He watched the meat cook, rotating the patties to give them some gorgeous grill marks before flipping them.
"Mr. Dawes, are you going to run through the sprinkler?" Brianne was holding the hose now, pointing at the sprinkler with her free hand. Jason was wearing a bathing suit and a tank top, but had no desire to run through the water.
"No, Brianne, you can leave it disconnected if you want. Lunch is almost ready." For teens, any word related to food was magic. Instantly, they all lined up, Megan and Naomi handing out plates. Buns were prepared, and like clockwork, they all took turns at the grill. Naomi pecked him quickly on the cheek as she collected her meal.
"Thanks, dad." It was a simple thing, a quick peck from his daughter, but it was his entire world right now. She walked over to the table and sat.
Brianne took her burger and sighed. "It's too bad you don't have any brats. There's nothing better than a nice long piece of meat, if you know what I mean." She adjusted her burger and sucked the grease slowly off her finger. Jason cleared his throat, desperately fighting off a reply.
Megan arrived with two plates. "Here, Mr. Dawes. I brought you yours. Naomi said you liked ketchup and pickles, no mustard." Her bright eyes were wide and innocent, polar opposites of the smoldering glances Brianne gave him.
"Thank you." Jason slid a patty onto Megan's plate, and then his own. He turned the grill off, and piled the remaining patties on a separate platter. He had a large picnic table in his back yard, one that he had built during the spring. It was identical to the one he had built Naomi when she was little to have tea parties at, except bigger, of course.
Maria and Naomi sat across from Jason, surrounded by the boys, Nick and James. As Jason arrived, Brianne slid away from Gabrielle and Megan, forcing Jason to sit next to her. Inwardly sighing, he sat down. If the power wasn't out, he would have eaten inside, giving his daughter's friends their privacy.
"So what are you guys doing tonight?" he asked. Everyone spoke at once, but Jason got the impression that they were all going to a movie later, then dinner, and finally the girls were all coming back for a sleepover.
"Sounds like a fun day," he replied.
"Maybe you should come with us," Brianne suggested quietly. Naomi's eyes narrowed briefly, but relaxed when Jason shook his head.
"You don't need an old guy like me cramping your style." Jason took a bite of burger. They were the cheap patties (he never bought the good stuff when it came to feeding teens), and made a mental note to grill himself a steak later.
"You can't be that old, Mr. Dawes." This from Megan on his left. Jason shifted slightly towards her. She was, in a way, the eye of hurricane Brianne. Calm and safe. Very easy to talk to.
