Dennis leaned over his daughter, "What do you think you are doing?" There was no reaction from Hayden.
Vicky was worried, "Is Hayden all right?"
Dennis looked around; the house was a wreck from a party. Garbage and left over food were stuck in every possible place. There were beer cans and liquor bottles everywhere. All of the partiers had left before Dennis and Vicky had arrived back home. And their 18 year old daughter was lying in the middle of the living room floor, unconscious and without anything on. He looked at his wife, "As compared to what? Let's leave the place being a wreck out of it, she's naked, passed out drunk, and has obviously had sex with several partners tonight."
Vicky turned her husband to face her and put her arms around him, "I know you're mad, I am too, but yelling at her right now won't help."
Dennis took a deep breath, and kissed her, "You're right, let's deal with this tomorrow."
Vicky kissed him again, "I meant let's deal with punishing her tomorrow. I want to pick up a little tonight; I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't work on it some." She pushed him away, "You take our daughter and put her in her bed, I be up an a little bit."
Dennis knew she was right. Bending down he took his 18 year old daughter in his arms. She was very light, being only 5 feet tall and had almost no fat from being on the swim team. Positioning her so that one of his arms was under her knees and one under her shoulders, he carried her to the stairs as his wife started to find their living room.
As he walked carrying Hayden, Dennis was having some trouble with her. The position she was in put her breasts right in his face. Her nipples drew his eyes and he couldn't look away. Her breasts moved so enticingly as he carrier her. He couldn't help himself; lifting her up he closed his lips around her nipple. He heard her moan as he started sucking, he was worried she was waking up but she was obviously out for the night. Even though she was out cold, her nipple got rock hard as her body reacted.
Dennis fussed at himself, "She's your daughter for crying out loud, plus Vicky could come up at any time." He knew he should stop, but he kept looking at her hard pert nipples standing proudly away from her soft beasts and gave both of them another quick suck, enjoying how they felt against his tongue, then he forced himself away. He laid his teenage daughter on her bed, still fussing at himself. He covered her up even though he wanted to touch her again. It took all of his will power to walk away.
The next day Hayden came down the stairs with a headache and a hangover. She saw her dad at the table having coffee. "What cha doing dad?"
Dennis smiled at the family bundle of energy, "I believe teenagers like you refer to this as reading the newspaper," but he wouldn't make eye contact with her.
"I'm eighteen; you make it sound like I'm a kid or something."
"I believe that eighteen is technically in the teenage group." Finally glancing at her, he chuckled, "You look like hell."
"I'll take that as a compliment," she gave him a hug, "I didn't think I looked that good."
He stretched up and kissed her, "And you wouldn't have me any other way, right?" Even though he was trying to act like nothing had happened, he just couldn't make eye contact with her.
Hayden took her dad's not looking at her as a sign he was very upset. She assumed he was upset at her for the party. Heading to the coffee pot, she asked, "Can I please have a cup of coffee, before you start yelling at me for last night?"
Dennis closed his eyes, "I'm not going to yell at you," and let out a heavy sigh.
Hayden had a hangover, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. She got her a cup of coffee, added a little milk and sat at the table with her dad. Father and daughter had always been very close, yet neither of them looked at the other, or said anything, both lost in their own thoughts.
Dennis pushed some aspirin towards her, "Here, these might help,"
"Thanks," she managed to get the bottle open, and took two, dry. She knew she should have gotten a drink of water, but didn't want to get up. She drank some coffee instead. She didn't like her dad being upset with her, her mom she could handle, but not her dad. "I guess you're shocked or disappointed or something?" She sipped her coffee and he still refused to look at her; Hayden felt like she had lost her best friend, "Please, look at me."
He shook his head, how could he look into those blue eyes, knowing he had betrayed her trust. "I can't baby." He hadn't slept all night; he kept seeing her breasts and wanted to touch them. He had also fussed at himself all night for it; he didn't like himself much right now.
Hayden still thought her dad's actions were because he was upset with her. She moved over to him, threw her leg over, and sat down on his lap, facing him. She put her head on his shoulder and whispered softly, "I'm sorry you're ashamed of me, daddy," and started to cry.
Dennis finally realized she thought his actions were because of her and her party. He put his arms around her, "I'm not ashamed of you." The heat from her sitting on him was causing him to have a reaction a father shouldn't get, "You should get off on me baby."
Hayden stopped crying and sat up, "Why daddy?" To her way of thinking, this just proved he was upset with her.
When she sat up her butt ground into him and he felt himself getting aroused, "Baby, you really need to not be on me like this, your mother will not understand."
Hayden had no idea what he was talking about, her mom wouldn't be awake for some time yet. "All right, I'll move." Standing up, she went back to her coffee. Hayden wanted to yell at him, but didn't say anything. She figured she had just gone too far with having the party.
Dennis felt miserable and still couldn't look her in the eye. He knew Hayden thought he was angry or something, but how could he tell his own daughter that he had made her get off of him because he was getting hard.
Hayden felt her emotions taking over, and knew she had to do or say something. "Daddy, what do you think happened at my party?"
"Well we found empty beer cans and liquor bottles, so I guess you and your friends got drunk even though none of you are 21 yet, and we found leftover food everywhere."
"And, what else?"
He closed his eyes, picturing her, "We found you naked and you had obviously had sex." He didn't add what he had done because he was so turned on. What was wrong with him? Even thinking about it made him want to touch her again.
Hayden knew it; he was embarrassed and ashamed of her. "Please don't stop loving me," crying, she ran to her bedroom.
Agonizingly Dennis watched her go, how was he going to fix this? He followed her, standing outside her bedroom door he felt miserable as he listened to her cry. He went back downstairs and finished cleaning up from the party.
Later, Vicky discussed it with Dennis, "Is Hayden all right? I heard her crying in her room earlier."
"Let's just say she and I talked this morning."
Vicky looked around, "Well at least you made her finish cleaning up. I took a peak in her room, she's sleeping."
Hayden came down for lunch, feeling much better. The aspirin and the coffee probably wasn't a good breakfast, but her headache was gone. She sat with her mom and dad actually eating something, but her parents never mentioned the party. Being nervous about it, after lunch she just went back to her room.
That afternoon, Vicky found her husband puttering in the garage, "I'm going shopping; I wonder if I should tell her?"
Dennis knew he had to tell the truth, even if he didn't want to. "You should probably leave her alone for now." He would tell Vicky everything later. Most men would have not said anything, but he just couldn't stop beating himself up about it. Anyway, his wife and daughter would know something was wrong with him. No, it was better to just tell them, but he felt he owed it to Hayden to tell her first. He watched his wife leave and then headed upstairs.
Hayden lay in bed, feeling terrible about her parent's reaction to her party. She could make it up to her mom by being a 'good girl' for awhile, even though it wasn't her. Hayden had a wild streak that she hid from them, and every now and then it just had to come out. But having her dad upset at her was different. Lost in her thoughts, she jumped when she heard the knock at her door, "Come in." She brightened up considerably when she saw it was her dad, until she looked at his face. He didn't say a word as he walked over to her and sat on the bed. She needed her daddy back. "Daddy, I..."
Dennis put a finger to her lips, "I waited until your mom left to talk to you." He paused for a few seconds, "Before we start, can I have a hug?"
Hayden was all smiles, "Of course," sitting up she threw her arms around him. Then she reluctantly let him push her away. "Why did you want a hug before we started?"
Dennis looked down, "Because after you hear what I have to say, you won't want to do that again." He saw her about to say something, and he put a finger to her lips again.
"I am angry and embarrassed and disappointed."
She knew it! She and her dad were never going to be the same again. Laying back down the tears came freely.