The bedroom was pretty dark, with only the moonlight that peeked through the blinds providing any illumination, but I knew the room like the back of my hand.
On the bed was the reason for my visit. Such a vision of loveliness she was as she lay on her bed with the bed-sheet down around her ankles, arms and legs akimbo, with only a tiny nightgown providing any cover for my prying eyes. The pale pink nightie had ridden up to her waist, exposing all of her young womanly charms below.
The pert little indented belly button, the shapely legs and especially her pussy, with the tiny wisp of golden hair that felt like a cloud when you touched it - all there for my enjoyment.
She wasn't asleep yet, that much I knew. There was no way that she could have fallen asleep that fast, because she had just gotten home fifteen minutes ago. The lowered bed-sheet and the raised sheet were signals, and so I crept quietly to the side of the bed she was closest to and knelt next to her.
Her right arm was up behind her head, and as I inhaled I could detect the erotic aromatic blend of her perspiration and the faint residue of deodorant - Teen Spirit Sweet Strawberry was my guess - that wafted up to my nasal passages.
I leaned forward. my face right next to her exposed armpit, and as I let my tongue slide over her moist underarm, I could see her trying not to giggle. Another lick of that tender recess, with only the faintest little strip of peach fuzz in the center of the hollow, and she opened her eyes.
"Hi Daddy!" Kari said softly, looking at me with that twinkle in her eyes.
"I knew you were faking," I said, leaning forward and kissing my baby girl.
"I tried my best, but when you lick my pits I lose it," Kari admitted. "No fair. You know how sensitive I am there."
"Delicious too," I added.
"I was dancing all night," Kari said. "I must reek."
"No, you smell nice," I said, actually happy that her exercise had removed much of the chemical after-burn I would have gotten otherwise. "I also smell something else. Drinking?"
"Just a couple, Daddy," Kari protested.
"Where did you go?"
"The Source."
"I thought you had to be 21 to get in there," I said disapprovingly, although my moral outrage was mostly for show.
"21 to drink but only 18 to get in. We don't get bracelets that let us buy drinks," Kari explained.
I knew how that worked, with guys sneaking the younger girls drinks, but Kari was a good girl who was smart beyond her years, and wasn't a wildcat like some of her friends.
"Anybody hit on you?" I asked.
"Would you believe it if I said no?"
"No."
"Just messed around in the parking lot a little, with Bryce Fortin," Kari said. "I didn't give him nothing except a little tit, but then again, that's all I have!"
"And they're adorable," I answered, leaning over and biting her puffy nipple through the nightie.
"Ooh!" Kari chirped and then pretended to yell, but in a stage whisper, "Mommy! Daddy bit my titty!"
"Wise ass."
"Why don't you go bite here?" Kari asked. "They're way bigger."
"I don't have the key to the chastity belt," I explained.
"Rolled away again on you, huh Dad?" my daughter chided, having figured out what did and didn't go on in our bedroom, which was how she took advantage of my moment of weakness that night long ago, or at least that's the way I remember it.
"Good guess," I said. "So, you got felt up and had a couple of drinks. Anything else happen? Smoke any dope?"
"No," Kari said as she got up on her elbow. "I was thinking I could smoke a fattie when I got home."
"Is that so?" I said while getting up onto my feet, as Kari went down to the carpet on her knees.
