George sat looking at Mary unhappy with what he was seeing. The twenty year old had shown up with plans to go out clubbing with his daughter Connie, whom was still in the bathroom applying her makeup. All of this was normal. The trouble was, every week Mary's clothes were a little more trashy. This week she had knee high fuck-me boots, miniskirt, and bustier, all in black leather. The outfit was garnished with fishnet stockings. It matched her long shiny black hair, striking blue eyes, and unblemished fair white skin nicely. But it was too whorish, even for clubbing, and he had told her so. He just didn't like to see her degrading herself like this. She had always been his little angel.
"Oh, get over it. You'll have to let us grow up sometime." Mary sneered at him.
"I accept that you and Connie are growing up and dating guys, but you need to have a little sense of decency." Mary rolled her eyes at him. "If you look like a whore, some guys will think they can treat you like a whore." He explained.
"I know how to handle myself. I know how to say no." Mary replied.
"If they don't take no for an answer?"
"I have knees and they have balls."
He looked at the waif-like, 4 foot 10, 90 pound girl from head to toe. "So you think you can fight a full grown man off."
"I have pepper spray in my purse too."
"In that purse." He pointed at the small bag in her hand. Mary nodded in response. George challenged her, "Act like you are going to spray me with it."
"What?"
"Get it out right now and show me what you would do if I attacked you." He growled loudly.
Mary hesitated looking a little scared. George had always been sweet to her. He tended to pick and cluck at her like a bit of a mother hen at times, but she wasn't used to him being mean and aggressive. He was the warm, accepting constant in her life. He had been more of a father to her than her own absent dad.
Mary's father had divorced her mother ten years ago and started a new family. She knew her real dad loved her and he tried to stay part of her life but nothing replaced a dad at home. George had always been around when Mary came over to hang with Connie. He may not have known it, but half the reason Mary visited so much was because she wanted to experience his charm. Mary had tried to set him up with her mom so she could have him around in a more permanent setting but they hadn't been interested in each other.
His disapproval of her clothes hurt Mary. Disappointing George always hurt. If he told her to change her clothes, she would, he only needed to ask. Mary liked that he cared.
George shocked Mary out of her stupor when he shouted, "Defend yourself, damn it!"
Mary went for the pepper spray. She didn't have a chance to even get her hand in the purse. George grabbed her wrists. She went to knee him in the crotch, but he used his knee to block hers then hooked his ankle behind her supporting leg. He swept her to the ground instantly and her purse was flung away removing any hope of grabbing for the pepper spray even if she could free her wrist.
George used his legs to force Mary's apart and pinned her arms above her head in what she felt was an overtly sexual pose while their genitals rubbed together. He moved both her wrists into one of his large hands. This freed his other hand to tickle her ribs. He easily controlled her body despite her frantic struggles.
Her struggling caused her tiny skirt to push up past her waist exposing her minimal black satin panties. George figured he had his victory, proving just how quickly and how far things could get out of her control. He would let her up then give her the lecture on needing to stay out of bad situations in the first place.
However, Mary bridged her back trying to buck George off of her. The motion caused him to fall forward with his lips coming within an inch of hers. They were both suddenly filled with an overwhelming awareness of each other. She could feel his hardness against her vulva. He could feel the heat of her sex on his stiffness. Their mouths so close they shared each other's hot breaths. They both realized that the situation had turned from playing to very sexually charged.
If Mary's arms had not been trapped above her head she would have grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers. Being so close to her goal yet not acquiring it was killing her.
George wanted take her then and there. He ground his loins into hers. Despite the pleasure of his actions, his lust clouded mind began to clear, and he felt guilty for essentially forcing himself on a girl literally half his age.
Connie cleared her throat while standing in the doorway staring at her father's and best friend's bodies tangled in a carnal display.
They both froze. George quickly disengaged himself from her and helped Mary up off of the floor. They stood huffing like they had been running the 100 meter dash and avoiding eye contact. George was formulating an apology and Mary chased erotic thoughts from her head while putting her clothes back in place.
"What the hell are you two doing? It sounded like there were galloping elephants out here." Connie muttered at them from the doorway. "I swear, sometimes the two of you are like five year olds. I can't leave you alone for two minutes without you going at each other." Connie wandered back to the bathroom shaking her head theatrically.
George tried to apologize to Mary, "I... look, I'm, um, I didn't mean to... you know... I'm sorry."
"No, I understand, you're right. I'll go change." Mary fled off to Connie's room, presumably to steal a change in clothes but also to escape the awkward situation.
Connie appeared from the bathroom ready to go. Although her outfit was prudish compared to what Mary had been wearing, in Frank's opinion his daughter Connie's skin tight, green sleeveless dress showed way too much of her d-cup cleavage and came down to mid thigh showing way too much leg. Her feet were armored in Doc Martin boots, contrasting with the feminine dress and girlish blond ponytail. He did not like seeing his daughter dress in a sexual way, but she was 20 and he was trying to let her grow up a little. She was beginning to look exactly like her long deceased mother had when they had married.
"What did you do with Mary?" She demanded.
"She's changing."
"Oh, Dad. Did you guilt her into changing because she looked too sexy?" Connie teased.
"I guess. There is a limit to how slutty I want you girls to look."
"Yeah, she did look a little too much like a streetwalker."
Mary came back out in one of Connie's dresses she had thrown over the top of her previous outfit. The new dress was yellow and a came down to just above the knee. Connie is about 6 inches taller than Mary. On Connie, George thought this dress was too short, it only came down just past her ass. It was also skin tight on Connie and clung to her ample boobs showing lots of cleavage. He hated this dress for how much it screamed sex while his daughter wore it. Now it hung loosely on the much smaller statured Mary only hinting at her modest curves hidden underneath. The top was way too loose and open, and would not have concealed her chest but Mary still had the bustier on underneath so she was presentable. George found the coy hiding of her body a hell of a lot more sexy than the overt display of her previous outfit.
George thought she looked good enough to eat. He distinctly remembered the heat emanating from her sex minutes before. He let his mind wander to imagining how it would feel on his tongue while he explored her pussy.
