Author's Note, tip of the hat to kenjisato for editing and suggestions.
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Richard Marston arrived home from a long day to find his daughter, Leah, making dinner, and it was not the usual. He knew this meant she wanted something.
"Hi Dad, dinner will be ready soon. So, settle in."
He did, pouring himself a scotch, and watched the news. When dinner was served, he thanked her and said nothing more, waiting for her to make her pitch. They talked about their day. He listened when she talked about her college classes with interest. She was in her sophomore year now, and her education had always interested him. Leah knew he wanted her to succeed.
The moment he expected finally came.
"Dad, can I talk to you? I mean it's kinda personal."
He just smiled. Leah always knew she could talk to him about anything. But she wondered how he would react this time.
"Dad..." she paused. "I met someone... Um, Carrie. Um, Dad..." She paused again. "I think... I think I'm a lesbian."
He looked at her calmly. "Is that all? A month ago, you were into some guy."
She was relieved and his sympathetic smile had a way of opening her up. "Yeah, but Carrie... I mean I've fallen for her. And I think she's fallen for me."
"So, giving up on guys?"
"I don't know. But I like her... a lot. And want to explore her, us further."
"If it's what you want, explore away. None of your dad's business."
Leah felt she could get to her real point. "Uh, one thing. We don't really have a place to, uh, you know, be alone. Would you mind if she stayed over here from time to time.
Richard's mind went blank. It was one thing in the abstract, to have his daughter making out with another woman. But in her room? He went silent and stared at his empty plate while Leah wondered if she had asked too much. But Richard could deny his daughter nothing, if it made her happy.
"Leah, you have to be patient with your dad. I still haven't quite come to terms that you're a woman now, an adult with adult needs." He looked at her. "If you can be... discreet, yes. I just don't want to hear, uh, well..."
"Dad! Thanks. I know what you mean. You won't hear a peep," she replied, taking his hand. "Can I introduce her to you? Friday, I'll invite her for dinner." She stood and hugged him. "You go relax; I'll clean up."
"Is this all I had to do to get good service here?" he joked with her, before heading upstairs to his study to catch up on email.
As he sat at his computer, he reflected on it. His only child, and she had a sex life, yet not quite twenty. The image of her with another girl--no, a woman, flashed through his mind. He quickly vanquished it and turned to his computer.
*****
The next day, Leah met Carrie on campus. "He agreed!" Leah started. "You're coming for dinner Friday."
A worried look fell on Carrie's face. "Is he cool with us?"
"Yes! I have the coolest dad on the planet. He just accepted it--us. Except, you can stay over, but we have to be, uh, 'discreet' was the word he used."
Carrie giggled, "Yeah, I can see why he wouldn't want to hear you moan."
Leah grinned. "Planning on making me moan?"
They embraced, and Leah planted a delicate kiss on her lips then looked around to see if anyone was looking. Then, they kissed more passionately.
"Can't wait for Friday," Leah whispered.
"Hope he approves of me."
"Oh, Carrie, how could he not."
*****
Leah drove into the driveway and as she stepped out into the cold February air, she saw her father's car already there. "He's home already!" she told Carrie. "I'll make introductions, then make dinner while you two get to know each other."
"Okay." Carrie replied, nervously.
Inside, Leah sniffed the aromas coming from the kitchen.
"Dad! What are you doing?"
"Making dinner. I didn't hear any plans from you. So, I bought swordfish."
He finished chopping some vegetables and turned to her, stopping in his tracks. Standing there, was the most beautiful young thing he'd seen in a long time. The first thing he noticed was her figure; it was his ideal. Slightly shapely, a bit more than Leah, and an inch shorter. All perfectly proportioned, he thought. Then her face; bright blue eyes and a warm, almost innocent smile, framed by her sandy hair. He imagined she could wrap anyone she wanted, man or woman, around her finger with just that smile.
"Dad, this is Carrie."
Richard remembered himself and wiped his hands before offering one to his guest. "Nice to meet you, Carrie."
His own warm greeting relaxed her, "Hello, Mr. Marston."
"Leah, why don't you sauté those vegetables," he ordered. "Come, sit at the table. Can I get you anything? The wine is open."
"Ooh, some wine would be nice," she beamed.
He poured three glasses and deposited one by Leah, before sitting with Carrie at the kitchen table. He asked a few questions, then listened as Carrie talked away. He learned she was a junior, and not quite a year older than Leah. Leah was thrilled. She knew her father would like and accept her new love interest. For Richard, he was happy to just look at her.
"The fish should be ready. How are the veggies coming?" he asked, excusing himself from the table.
Everything ready, they sat and got to know one another over dinner. He learned how the two met. And a bit about how hard it was to find alone time. Carrie learned that he was divorced, but Leah's looks told her not to probe. For Richard, it was an enjoyable conversation. As a young woman definitely out of his reach, he could admire Carrie from afar.
With dinner over, Richard started clearing the table.
"Oh, no you don't," Leah commanded. "I'll clean up."
"I'll help," Carrie offered.
"We can watch TV after. I have a show I want to catch up on," Leah continued.
"In that case, I'm headed to my study. I have some things to catch up on also. Then bed, it's been a long week," He told them, before walking out.
At the kitchen door, he saw Carrie's bag in the living room and turned back. "Uh, Carrie, I assume you're staying the night. Omelets in the morning," he said, before heading upstairs.
The women looked at each other. Her father rarely went to bed early and Leah knew it was to give them alone time. She hugged Carrie, followed by a long kiss. "Come on, let's finish."
Kitchen tidied; they snuggled in front of the TV, as Leah brought up her show. Carrie glanced a few times at the stairs, before Leah whispered not to worry. Neither were interested in the show, as Carrie had an arm around Leah and the two kissed while hands explored. Carrie watched as Leah's finger traced the curve of her breast. Not to be outdone, she nibbled on Leah's neck. The women kissed and played for an hour, before hearing a door close upstairs. Richard had turned in.
"Leah, is your dad seeing anyone?"
"Not that I know of. He's gone on a few dates since the divorce, but they seemed to not work out."
"You didn't tell me he was hot. I thought you said he was forty-five."
"Forty-four."
"He doesn't look it. I was expecting someone older. I would think he has to beat women away with a stick."
Leah was pleased. She felt her dad was handsome, and here was confirmation. "Yeah. I guess he's had bad luck. But I do hope he finds someone."
"Someone to make love to?" Carrie whispered, as her tongue traced an earlobe.
"Mmm... Let's go to my room."
Leah grabbed Carrie's bag, took her hand, and the two headed upstairs. As soon as the door was closed, the women embraced, kissing wildly. "Dad is just down the hall, remember," Leah whispered.
Carrie removed Leah's top and bra, then paused to touch her firm breasts, ending with a finger circling her nipple. Next, it was Carrie's top off. Leah mimicked Carrie's move, then bent down to kiss her larger breasts.
"Carrie! Great tits!"
Soon, both women had their jeans off, and were lying naked together for the first time.
"Carrie, I've never made love to another woman before."
"Neither have I, really. If you don't count playing with tits and hands down pants."
The women looked at each other, realizing they were on the same footing. They kissed for a while, feeling each other's fully naked body for the first time. Carrie took the lead now. Rolling Leah on her back, she licked and kissed her neck, followed by a string of kisses to her hard nipples. She licked each, then sucked on them. "God, Leah, you have great tits," mimicking Leah, before returning her attention to them as Leah watched.
Then, she spread Leah's legs and knelt between them, gliding her hands up and down the length of Leah's nubile form, admiring it. Leah closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of Carrie's lips tracing a line down her hip and thigh. The time had come. She had never tasted another woman, and she wanted to taste this one. Leah gasped, as she felt a warm tongue part the silky lips of her womanhood. She had never felt such an adroit touch before.
Leah clasped her hand to her mouth, when Carrie found her clit. Her tongue circled it, before flicking it once. She was enjoying the effect on Leah's face; using it to guide her moves. In little time, Leah began to fidget as Carrie fondled her breasts. Her tongue quickened with Leah's restlessness, as her hands explored her exquisite body.
"Oh... There, yes! Oh..." Leah grabbed a pillow and bit on it, as she lost control to her orgasm; her body twisting and jerking to waves of ecstasy.
As it ebbed, she grabbed Carrie's head, pulling it to her quivering pussy before shuddering in bliss. Finally, regaining her senses, she sat up and pulled Carrie in for a wet kiss. "Oh God! That was great!"
Carrie wiped Leah's juices from her face, grinning in her accomplishment. In a flash, she found herself on her back, as Leah now attended to her needs. A sloppy kiss was followed by a tongue, licking a lovely breast. "I wish I had tits like this," Leah exclaimed.
"No, I like yours as they are," Carrie replied, before she gasped to Leah's gentle bite of a nipple.
Leah was eager. Like Carrie, she knelt between her legs, admiring Carrie's shapely body, and realizing this was the first time she saw her body fully naked. Leah repeated Carrie's moves. She kissed her thigh then, inches away, she inhaled the scent of Carrie's womanhood.
"Mmm..." Carrie hummed, as Leah took her turn to taste another woman. Her tongue, and the thought of being made love to by pretty Leah, had Carrie on edge as she grabbed Leah's head, grinding her pussy into her face. Suddenly, her body spasmed and now Carrie clasped her mouth, holding back her shrieks of pleasure. Leah licked furiously, as Carrie bucked her hips.
Carrie's body finally relaxed and she caressed Leah's head, feeling the afterglow of a great orgasm. Leah kissed her way back up until she planted her wet face on Carrie's, tongues exchanged freely, then rolled to Carrie's side and continued caressing her new lover's body.
"Fuck, Leah! You've never eaten a woman before?"
"I know what I like... And it seems you liked it, too," Leah smirked.
They lay in each other's arms for some time, kissing and enjoying the feeling of being so close and naked. Finally, it was time for sleep.
"The bathroom is across the hall," Leah told her, as Carrie pulled out a T-shirt she used as a nightie. "You're not putting that on, are you?"
"At least to go to the bathroom. What if your father saw me?"
