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This is a work of fiction. All characters engaging in sexual activity are over 18.
Madison sat in her favorite chair, sipping tea while looking out at the cold, grey afternoon. She had finally finished all the preparations. Now she could sit back and relax. She actually had a couple of weeks to spare. She was sure she'd find details to tweak, but for right now, she could relax. And reflect. How did this happen? No, that question made it sound like this was a bad thing, and this was the most wonderful thing ever. A better question would be, how did she get here? If she had to point to a single thing that started it all, she'd have to say it was spaghetti. Spaghetti was the introduction. But the story really got going with hamburgers. Yeah. That's what started it all. Definitely hamburgers.
Madison Mixon had grown up with just her dad. Her mom died when she was only seven. She had been a passenger on a plane that malfunctioned and went down, killing everyone on board. It wasn't terrorists or some evil conspiracy. It ended up being a mechanical malfunction that simply went from bad to worse. It was a tragedy, but at least the settlement from the airline allowed her dad to buy their home outright and put some money away, so he didn't have to work two jobs to take care of them. As a result, her dad, Jamey Mixon, was able to be much more involved in her life.
She'd never been much of a joiner, but in middle school she discovered band, and she loved playing her saxophone. She got pretty good at it, too, and Jamey was at every concert, recital, and football game. He couldn't tell you anything about the games because he only had eyes for his girl. For a while it looked like music might be a lifelong thing. But after her sophomore year in high school, the band director left, finally getting his shot at directing a college band. The new band director was younger and less experienced, and he had a difficult time connecting with his students. He was an excellent musician but an awful teacher. As a result, fewer than half the students came back to the band after the winter break. Madison left as well. Word was, he learned from the experience, and got better as a teacher. Jamey urged Madison to go back. But she just told him that she'd done that and now wanted to focus on school. So she spent her senior year in high school as a self-described free agent; no clubs, no affiliations, just her and her two best friends, Trina and Courtney.
Madison had no idea that her dad was a good cook. It wasn't that he wouldn't cook for her. Quite the contrary... he cooked for her every single day. It was just that she had nothing to compare it to. She rarely ate at her friend's homes. There wasn't any decision not to... it just worked out that way. And her friends had never eaten at her house. They all lived pretty close to one another and dinner was always just a short walk back. Also, there were no good restaurants in their little town, either. Just a couple of mom-and-pop joints that had long ago given up trying to impress anybody with their fare. Their main draw seemed to be that someone else would do the dishes. Jamey wasn't a chef or a professional cook, either. He just enjoyed cooking for himself and his daughter. And he took his time and actually tried to improve every dish he made. As he became a better and better cook, Jamey also noticed his pants and shirts getting a bit tighter. He was still young, just shy of 40, and he thought that that was too young to start growing a paunch. So he bought a decent home gym, put it in his garage, and started working on it every day for at least 30 minutes. In no time, his physique trimmed back down and became very well-toned. He wasn't trying to go crazy and become a body-builder. He just knew that Madison would be leaving the nest soon, and he'd need to be down to 'dating weight' to find, well, somebody. But for now, he wasn't worried about that. He was focused on being there 100% for his daughter and enjoying the time they had left.
Their house had an in-ground pool that saw a lot of use during the summer, when Madison and her friends would spend hours lounging and splashing in the water. Usually, whenever Madison had her friends over, Jamey made it a point to make himself scarce, either in the garage working out on his home gym or inside watching television. As a single father, he didn't want to even appear to be perving out on the young girls in his home. It was all-too-easy to get the dreaded label, 'creepy,' and he knew that would be the social kiss of death for his daughter. So when Trina, Courtney, and any of the others were at his home, he tried his best to stay out of their way.
The trio disbanded after the summer following graduation. Trina left to go to college, but Madison and Trina stayed home and went to the local Junior College. The plan was for them both to go to the main school for their 3rd and 4th years. So for a while longer, Jamey still had his girl living at home with him.
One afternoon, after Madison and Courtney were done with classes, and were working on assignments at the table, determined to finish what assignments they had early so they could enjoy the weekend. Jamey was puttering in the kitchen, looking for something to throw together for dinner. He dropped a jar of peanut butter and it broke on the tile floor. Courtney saw it break and joked, "That's what I'm having for dinner!"
"What?" replied Jamey.
"Oh, my mom and dad are out of town for the weekend. They figure, I'm nineteen now, so I'm on my own for dinner. I don't feel like trying to ruin anything, so I'll just have a PB&J and call it a day."
He looked at Madison, "Did you know your BFF was gonna starve tonight?" She just shrugged. Then he said, "Courtney, have some dinner with us. I'm not gonna let your skinny ass starve!"
Courtney scoffed, "First of all," and she turned around and shook her perky ass at him, "this ass ain't skinny. It's not quite Madison's ghetto-booty, but it's received its share of lustful stares! But second, honestly, Mr. Mix, I don't want to impose."
"Impose?! You're my daughter's best friend. You're family, and I insist."
"Well, okay, but dude, can you cook? I mean, am I gonna be wishing for that PB&J? Cause MY dad barely understands cold cereal!"
Jamey answered, "I don't know... I guess I'm okay. I managed to keep Mads alive. Just eat. I promise I won't poison you!"
"Fine! And thanks, Mr. Mix!"
Jamey finished frying up some hamburger for spaghetti sauce as he threw some pasta in the pot. Less than 40 minutes later, he put everything on the table and called the girls to dinner. He'd even heated up a pre-made frozen garlic bread. Since it was just a simple meal of spaghetti, he'd already plated their meals, so as soon as they all sat down, they could just dig in. Jamey watched as Courtney took her first bite. He was nervous because he'd never cooked for anyone other than Madison. He hoped it tasted okay.
She took her first bite and closed her eyes as she savored it. Once she swallowed, she said, "Oh my god... what did you do to this spaghetti?!"
"What?! What's wrong with it? I'm so sorry!" He'd wanted her to like it!
"Wrong?! This is the best spaghetti I've ever had in my entire life!" and she ate another big forkful, almost inhaling her food. She shoveled fork after fork into her mouth, oblivious of her lack of decorum.
Jamey and Madison looked at each other questioningly. "Are you serious?" asked Madison. "Because this really isn't his best work."
Jamey agreed, "Yeah... it's just a little too soft, and..."
Madison continued, "And it's just a little bland. Honestly dad, you really phoned this one in!"
Jamey defended himself, "Hey, I wasn't even gonna cook tonight, but I couldn't let her not have dinner. So I just threw something together fast."
Courtney asked, "Seriously, Mr. Mixon, THIS was nothing special? Cause this is the best spaghetti I've ever had. Ever."
Jamey replied, "Well you should come by when I got my A-game on."
Courtney asked Madison, "You guys eat like this all the time?"
Madison shrugged and said, "Like I said, usually it's better. But yeah, pretty much," Madison admitted.
"How do you not weigh like a million pounds?" Courtney joked.
"To me, it's nothing special. It's just my dad's cooking."
Courtney exclaimed, "Girl, you don't know how good you've got it. I'd never move out!"
They all laughed and finished eating. Courtney finished another large helping of spaghetti, and tried to help clean up but Jamey refused, saying, "Tonight you're company. You can help next time."
A couple of weeks later, Madison asked her dad, "Trina's coming home for the weekend and we're all gonna hang out in the pool, okay?"
"That's fine. You don't have to ask for that," said Jamey.
"I know. It's just that Courtney wanted you to cook something. She's been going on and on about your stupid spaghetti the other night. She thinks it was luck. But that's okay... I told you wouldn't want to - "
"What are you talking about? I'd love to cook something for them."
"But you hate it when they're over here. As soon as they get here you run and hide. "
"Mads, I do that for you," said Jamey.
"For me? What are you talking about?"
"Just think about it. Bunch of hot teenage girls running around in bathing suits, frolicking around in my pool, and me, a single dad, just looking at 'em. That's a sure-fire way to get called, 'Creepy.' And if they call me creepy, that's social death for you. So as soon as any of them show up, I make myself scarce."
Madison looked at him with new respect. "You did that for me?" she asked
"Of course. You're my baby girl. I'll do anything for you," he said, shrugging it off like it was nothing.
Saturday afternoon found Jamey making the girls a simple yet exquisitely prepared meal of hamburgers and french fries. Since he knew that expectations were high, he bought all high - end ingredients, and made sure to cook everything perfectly. He wasn't used to cooking for anyone but Madison, so he wanted to show off a little. He also wanted to impress Madison, since she apparently took his skills for granted. He had never put so much effort into something as simple as hamburgers!
Finally, everything was almost ready. He made a show of taking their orders, and prepared each girl's food exactly as she asked for it, and he set their plates in front of them on the patio table, and announced, "Time to eat... get it while it's hot!"
Madison bit into hers first. Her dad had never made burgers this good! He'd used a lot of different seasonings, including something smoky, and it tasted better than any burger she'd ever had. "Excellent, dad!" she said.
Courtney and Trina bit into theirs, and immediately started moaning in delight. Neither of them had ever tasted anything like it. It was like if God personally cooked them a burger, this would be what it would taste like. They kept moaning obscenely after each bite, acting as if eating was a sexual experience. Jamey ate his food, watching them eating, incredibly pleased with himself. He thought the food came out great.
After they had all finished eating, Courtney said to Madison, "Maddie, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to marry your dad."
Madison was not expecting to hear that. "What?!"
Courtney repeated, "I'm gonna have to marry your dad. I mean, he's cute, he's got a smoking body, a good job, he's a homeowner, plus he cooks like a friggin' chef! Mr. Mixon, you're the total package. Im'ma have to take you off the market!" She got up and went over to him and sat on his lap.
Madison screamed, "What the hell are you doing? Get off his lap!"
