Grant was stirred awake by a light giggle, then full woken by with the oddest of feelings: his cock and balls having something elastic but soft wrap around them. In the moments leading up to this, he was having a very realistic dream that he was being seduced - so real he could feel the covers being dragged off him, so real he physically shimmied to allow his boxers to be pulled down. It was, in fact, all real, but he was so tired it wasn't until the giggle that he lazily opened his eyes to find out it was real.
Seeing that someones hands were near his crotch, he instinctively grabbed their wrists, and his eyes widened. He immediately recognized that it was Penelope, a friend of his daughter Janice, leaning over him from beside the bed. She gasped and looked at him with wide eyes, trembling.
"What the fuck?" was all Grant could manage to say, and looked down to see that she had wrapped a hot pink scrunchy around his scrotum and penis.
"I'm sorry Mr. G," she said, terrified. "We, um, were playing truth or dare earlier, and they dared me to do this without waking you up."
"That is insane," he said. He had so many questions, there was a long pause as he tried to figure out what to do next. He was also suddenly aware that while the onesie covered up most of her body, the front was zipped down enough to show the top of cleavage, and the rest seemed to indicate that she was curvy underneath.
Only a few hours prior, Grant had arrived back home from a long drive with his daughter, who would be staying with him for spring break. He was exhausted, so he could barely put up a fight when she asked if she could have friends over for a sleep over. "As long as you keep it down and clean up after yourselves," was his only demand.
Of the four girls who arrived, Grant knew Penelope the least. He'd seen her around numerous times during his daughter's high school years, but she was the staple shy one. Glasses, braces, acne, and a little chubbier than the others also made her blend into the wallpaper over the years, though her complexion had since cleared, and braces removed. Even as he said goodnights before going to bed, he would recall she just smiled while the other girls giggled and made a big to-do over thanking him for letting them stay over. He also noticed that while the other girls were wearing t-shirts and negligees to sleep in (though he tried to avoid looking too much), she was wearing a onesie that covered her up.
"Am I in trouble?" Penelope asked.
Grant let go of her wrists, and pulled the sheet over his privates. "No, no, I don't know." He really didn't know. The girls were all over 18, adults, so what would she be in trouble for? Naivety?
"Are you going to tell my mom?" she asked.
In spite of the awkward situation, Grant was amused that she was afraid of what her mom would think. "I might have to tell her," he said in a tone he hadn't used since his own daughter hit her teens. He wasn't serious, but this alarmed her.
"No, please don't," she pleaded.
"What about the other girls?" Grant asked, and then the most awkward part dawned on him. "What are you going to tell Janice?"
Penelope shrugged, embarrassed. "She was asleep before we started playing. And the other girls didn't believe me when I said I was going to do this, they were half asleep themselves. They probably just think I went to use the bathroom."
Grant nodded, "So we don't have to tell them," he said, and she showed some relief. "But your mom, that's another story..."
"No, please, please, please..." she begged.