When my daughter first asked if she and her friends could have a ‘sleep over’ in honor of their graduating from high school I wasn’t too happy. The thought of a bunch of kids making noise all night, keeping me awake didn’t appeal to me. But, my wife said sure, no problem so what could I say.
A week before the party my wife found out she was going to be out of town, presenting at some conference, and wouldn’t be there for the ‘big event’. This meant that I would be the chaperone. When I brought up the idea of postponing the sleep over until my wife would be around to ‘heard’ the kids, I again was outvoted.
Saturday morning finally arrived and my daughter, Maggie, was up early getting things ready for the party. I went with her to the grocery store to load up on food and drinks. When we got home I was went out to clean the pool and make sure everything was ready. By about 4:00PM we were ready.
The girls started arriving at about five. I knew a few of them by name, others looked vaguely familiar and several I had never seen before. I stayed in my den, watching TV and surfing the web. About seven Maggie popped her head in the door.
“Daddy, I need your help.” She said, “We can’t get the barbeque going.”
I let out a big sigh, as if she was really imposing on me, got up from my chair and headed to the backyard. It took no time at all to get the fire going. When I looked around for my daughter she was nowhere to be found. Shrugging, I piled the hamburgers and hot dogs onto the grill and figured that I had just been elected chef.
Within a few minutes the eight girls came flying out of the house, headed for the pool. As I watched them running by I began to think that being the chef for this party wasn’t going to be too bad after all. All of the girls wore little thong bikinis and from where I stood there wasn’t a bad looking one in the bunch.
It was a perfect evening, fairly warm so everyone was in and out of the pool as they laughed, talked and had a good time. After a while I noticed that every now and then one or two of the girls would head into the house for a couple minutes and then come back. At first I thought it was to use the bathroom, but it seemed the girls were now heading to the house about every 15 minutes. Finally my curiosity got the best of me and about 5 minutes after my daughter and her friend April went inside I followed them.
I didn’t see anyone as I entered the living room. That’s when I heard laughter coming from my den. I walked quietly to the door and peaked in. There was Maggie and April downing shots of my private stock of Tequila. From the looks of it the girls had been drinking for a while. The bottle had been unopened and was now almost empty.
My first thought was to barge in and give them hell. Then I figured that they were all over 18 and it was a party so why should an old prude like me spoil things. My only concern was if one of them decided to go for a drive. Stepping into the den I said in a very stern tone, “The cost of the Tequila is everyone’s car keys.”
April had been bringing a shot to her lips and spilled the tequila all over her chin and chest as she jumped when I began to speak. Both girls turned toward me, as they quickly set the shot glasses down on the desk and then stood in front of the bottle and glasses.
I let them fidget for a minute before saying, “I said I want everyone’s car keys – NOW – or the drinking and party stops!”
April was the first to get it. “If we give you our car keys you won’t care if we drink?” she asked is a very shy voice.
“That’s what I said” was my reply. They almost ran over me! Both girls flew out of the room and within two minutes April was back with eight sets of car keys. She was out of breath from running and her chest was heaving as she gasped for air. The fact that she was wearing a very skimpy bikini and that her tits looked like they were ready to burst out of the thin material was not wasted on me. I felt my cock begin to stir as I enjoyed the view.
Apparently April had had quite a few shots of the tequila already, she was swaying pretty well as she stood in front of me with a crooked little smile on her face, both hands full of car keys.