Mike had come in late off shift and gone straight to bed, he hadn't realized until he got up that it was Friday and his daughter was home from college. She was now hogging the bathroom, singing in the shower as he debated stepping out the back door to take a piss. Yeah, she would be an hour at least. He headed to the garage and the back door grumpily. On the way back, he did have to smile as he listened to her very off key rendition of 'Uptown Girl'. He was so used to her bedroom door being closed, that he glanced in when he passed it, then paused.
He had forgotten that she was bringing a friend with her for break. The girl lay sprawled in the trundle bed pulled out from Liv's daybed, half tangled in a sheet. She had nothing on but a pair of boyshort underwear that cupped her round ass perfectly and a cutoff tank top that was bunched up and showed most of her back. He saw a messy bun on the pillow with a lot of curly brown hair and that was all he could see. A tight, smoking hot backside, a slender waist with little dimples on her back and curly brown hair. Her legs were tangled in the sheets, but he could see her curvy thighs and half of one calf, along with a foot poking out and bright red nail polish on her toes.
She was fast asleep.
Mike had never considered himself a creep or a perv. He had glanced around when he visited his daughter at college and he enjoyed the eye candy at his job as a bartender. He never took the bait though, always just smiled and flirted and moved on.
Just now though, he kinda wanted to see more. He swallowed hard and glanced at the bathroom door. The shower was still on and Liv had moved on to 'Wagon Wheel', still off key.
He looked back at the prone girl on the trundle. He stepped into the room silently, down and around so he could see her front.
She had her fist wrapped in the sheets, pressed against her cheek as she lay curled up on her side and she had a cute little face under all of that hair. Full lips, button nose, lashes across her cheeks. He wondered what color her eyes were? His eyes roamed down to the bunched tank top and the undersides of her breasts. They weren't huge, but they were pert and looked like a perfect handful.
He felt himself getting hard and he shifted slightly.
There was a little roll in her belly. Not fat, but the kind of roll any girl who didn't work out religiously got when they bent over and curled up. It was a cute little roll and for some reason it endeared her to him. Girls spent so much time worrying about their figure, wearing body shaping clothes, sucking in their guts, getting surgery... It was nice to see a girl who wasn't stressed about it and showing off their real beauty.
Even if it was only because she was asleep.
What had Liv said her name was?
"Liv?" the girl mumbled sleepily. "You done yet?"
He slipped out of the room and hurried to his own room to get dressed, still thinking about the guest. Instead of going back to bed, like he had planned on, he went to the kitchen and made an attempt at pancakes. When that failed, he tried to make omelettes. They turned into scrambled eggs with extras.
"Daddy!" Liv squealed, running into the kitchen and hugging him. He laughed and hugged her back, spinning her.
Mike was average in a lot of ways. Average height, average built, average looks for the most part, average abilities. Jack of all trades, ace of none. What he had been blessed with was the kind of face that made you warm to him and made you smile. A kind face, so he had been told, the sort of face that made you instantly trust him. Coupled with his dark blonde curls, girls were always all over him for some reason he never understood. Liv's mom was no exception. She had been a tall, blonde beauty. A cheerleader, an elitist, a snob. Everything he wasn't. He'd asked her out on a bet, she'd said yes. They had never really gotten along, but her constant joke that 'he better be glad he was great in the sack' told him everything he needed to know about her. They'd broken up after a month, then she came to him two months later and said she was pregnant. She didn't want to keep the baby, he did.
He was surprised when he convinced her to have the baby and let him take her. He was doubly surprised when she did it, walking away. Everyone told him that when she had the baby she would bond with it and not want to give it up. The nurses said she wouldn't even look at Liv and didn't want to know if it was a boy or girl. He hadn't seen her mom since, but Liv was just like her. In looks at least. Tall, beautiful, leggy blonde. The kind of girl that every guy chased. The good thing was, that she was nothing like her mom in other ways, she was happy, carefree and sweet. More like him in attitude.
He put his daughter down and looked past her to the girl in the doorway. "Hey Liv, who's your friend?"
"Dad, meet my friend, O."
"O?" he asked as the girl came in and offered her hand. She was short he saw now and adorably curvy with her shorts and tank top. Her eyes were a hazel that looked almost amber and she had a smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks. She was stunning.
"Ophelia," the girl offered with a shy smile. He shook her hand, but pulled away quickly, not wanting to come off creepy.
"Ok you two, we got burnt pancakes or scrambled... stuff."
"Did you really try and cook daddy?" Liv asked in an 'awwwwwe' tone. "You are so sweet! O, you don't even know, he NEVER cooks. Like, ever. We usually go to Waffle House or Denny's."
"Hey now!" Mike teased. "Don't forget Ihop."
The girls laughed and he looked back at Ophelia and the light in her eyes when she smiled.
"Daddy, as good as this sounds and looks... I am going to vote Ihop."
"Seconded," Ophelia added, going on tiptoe to look in the pan.
She was so close he could smell her shampoo and he wanted to reach out and tuck her stray curls into her bun for her.
He cleared his throat and managed a laugh. "Sure. You girls get dressed and we will go. We'll have to take your car Liv, we can't all fit on my harley."
The ride there was awkward as he sat in the passenger seat facing his daughter but constantly glancing back at Ophelia who was doing her make-up. Her hair was down now, a mass of curls that looked wild and untameable. Hair bigger than she was.
"So what's your major Ophelia?" he asked politely, but he was actually genuinely interested.
"Right now it's chemistry," Liv said teasingly.
Ophelia grinned and shook her head. "You can call me 'O', Mr Mattson. I am majoring in Industrial Engineering."
Holy crap she was smart too.
"Sure, O, if you call me Mike and not 'Mr'."
"I told her to just call you dad, but she said no. It was too creepy, like those guys who like to be called daddy. I told her I called you daddy still and she laughed at me."
"Oh, hey now. My baby girl can call me daddy when she's a mom herself."
"Not happening daddy! LALALALA!"
Mike smiled, happy Liv was home. He missed her and her constant smiles and jokes. "So no new boys I guess?" he asked lightly.
"Oh, always a new boy," O answered, laughing.
"O!"
"What? You can tease me about getting drunk one time and I can't tease about you having three dates in one weekend with three boys?"
"Ok, not fair! One was just to study, one was accidental and one was spur of the moment! I only liked one of them and we didn't even kiss!"
"How do you accidentally go on a date?" Mike asked his daughter, laughing.
"You have to be a complete airhead!" Ophelia teased.
