My Daughter's Freay Friend

Last night was incredible. I'm still pinching myself and trying to pretend everything is normal while my daughter Stacy and her friend Mia are at my place, but only for Stacy's benefit...Mia not so much.

It all started when Stacy called from Uni and asked if Mia could come stay with us when she came home for the holiday. Even though I was a little disappointed not to have my girl all to myself for 4 days (we don't get to see each other as much since her Mom and I split) I readily agreed on the condition that we all at least ate together during their stay. Stacy paused for a beat and then said "Oh Dad! I'll still want to spend as much time as possible with you when we're there. Besides, Mia's a real home girl. She loves just hanging but her folks are in Europe this month."

Sounded good to me and I spent the next week tidying house and stocking the fridge to spoil them both. I was looking forward to having company at my bachelor pad.

It nearly didn't happen though. 2 days before the girls were due to arrive, Stacy rang and explained that her 'little sister' (a 1st year she'd taken under her wing this semester) was having some sort of crisis and she had to stay with her until she was sure she'd be alright: "I'm so sorry Dad, but is it OK if Mia goes on ahead and I'll catch up with you guys when I can?"

"Sure", I said "But won't she feel a little awkward, not having met me before?"

"No problemo. She's such a Daddy's girl she'll probably have you adopting her before I get there" she laughed.

Friday night came and around 7 a beat up old Ford clanked up the driveway. I don't know what I was expecting, and Mia was kind of hard to get a handle on. She wore baggy jeans, Docs and a loose sweatshirt. She looked around 5'5, body type hard to say. She did have a flawless, no-makeup complexion behind horn-rimmed glasses. Her honey brown hair was a pulled up severely in a ponytail. Hard to tell if she was pretty or plain: The whole package was, well, confusing. To add to the confusion, she surprised me by coming right up and hugging me on tip-toe, pressing her breasts into my chest and exclaiming "Hi Mr C! Thanks so much for having me for the holiday, I know you were looking forward to having Stacy all to yourself, but I'll try to make it up to you!"

Was it just my imagination or had her nipples become outrageously hard and protruding as she hugged me? There was something else. You know that smell a young woman has when she walks by? The kind that defies description but goes straight to your pituitary as you breathe in her scent? She had that in spades, but it was more than that. Imagine bending your dream girl over, straight out of the shower, and licking her from her clit to her asshole: that's how she smelled. Fuck!

"Glad to have you" I stuttered. "Come on in". She smiled a sweet smile with perfect teeth coated in a thin film of saliva which extended to the inside of her bottom lip. Great gnashers have always turned me on and I wondered what it would be like to trail my tongue against them. I helped her with her gear ( you would have thought she was staying for month) and we moved inside.

After I'd given her the tour, Mia asked if she could freshen up and I started making pasta and salad while she hit the shower. As I made the sauce I was uncharacteristically ill-at-ease. This girl unsettled me and not in a good way. My cock hadn't stopped twitching since she'd hugged me and I couldn't get the way she smelled out of my head. I kept reminding myself that an overactive imagination, celibacy and a daughter's girlfriend was a bad combination and reached for the Shiraz to steady my beating heart.

Half an hour later, with the fire lit and dinner on the table Mia appeared. "Hi Mr C! Wow, I really like your place! It's so warm and inviting."

That's just as well, considering what she was wearing. Loose and high at the crotch cotton shorts, t-singlet, no bra, that long, honey-blonde damp hair hanging straight, no glasses. I reassessed my earlier impression of her. She was a knock out. Breasts maybe 36C but hard to tell since her wine gum nipples were hammering at the material of her singlet, a beautiful navel poking out of a soft tan and trim midriff, muscular and shapely legs, dainty feet. Her eyes a deep brown, cheekbones for Africa and a long statuesque neck. She was a picture alright.

We sat down and I dished us up some pasta and poured the wine. "Well", I said. "Welcome to my humble abode, Mia. What shall we drink to?"

"How about....new friends, Mr C?"

"Okay, new friends it is but you'll have to call me Mike unless you want to make me feel like I'm 85", I laughed.

"You know, Mike, I've been really missing home this semester and Stacy and I were joking around yesterday and she's cool with me calling you 'Daddy' while I'm here, if that's okay with you?" giving me a cooky grin.

I, errr.....my voice trailed off. She'd said it so innocently, I wasn't going to make it dirty by saying "that's inappropriate young lady, let's stick to Mike". Gathering myself I relented: "She did, huh? She's such a clown and it sounds like you two are a match!"

Mia giggled and raised her glass. For the second time that day her scent hit me like a bullet train and to add to the dopemine hit my eyes had strayed to the pit of her arm which was covered in a whispy array of dark brown hairs. I couldn't tear my eyes away. There was something so sexy about seeing a beautiful young girl, fresh out of the shower wearing hardly anything and sporting an arm bush that I hadn't seen on any woman up close, ever. Mia broke the silence. "To new friends, Daddy". I tore my eyes away and looked straight into those huge deep brown eyes

"To new friends, Sweetheart". Holy shit, did i just call her Sweetheart? But before I could betray my embarrassment Mia squealed an appreciative "Oh, Daddy. I knew this s going to be the best holiday ever! You're really getting into the vibe!" Stacy's going to be so happy that we're getting along" she beamed.

Awkwardness avoided, we spent the next hour much as I would have with Stacy, asking her all the right questions about flatting. study, friends, boys with a bit of current events thrown in, letting her witter along, getting more and more animated, laughing and gesticulating. We both got a bit carried away with the wine and the company, I even managed to crack a few Dad jokes in response to her musings about boys. She snorted at the last one and to my amazement a wad of snotty saliva shot out of her nostril right onto the table cloth. Time froze. It was still hanging in a tendril from her nose all the way down to the table.

A loud and very surprised ahhhhhgh came out of her lips. I was really feeling for her, imagining how I'd feel in her place, but she turned it around. She stared right at me and with one long slow and elegant sweep of her hand she swiped the glob up from the table and slowly brought it to her mouth, opening impossibly wide and dangling it into her gaping cavern of saliva and pink soft flesh, gulping it down with a sigh and a smack of her lips. We both dissolved into fits of laughter and somehow it didn't seem awkward, just hilariously funny. "Oh Daddy, I'm pretty sure I've had too much to drink, she giggled. Will you put me to bed?" Funny soon turned into a strong hint of sex. My weeping cock filled with blood.

Moment of truth. Luckily, common sense prevailed. "Listen here young lady. You're old enough and pretty enough to put yourself to bed! You go on upstairs and I'll clean up here. I've left everything you'll need in your room. Sweetdreams!"

She grinned..."Party Pooper!" Okay Daddy, see you in the morning." She swept around the table put her hand behind my neck and kissed me hard on the mouth and before I had a chance to react she was gone...sashaying her way up the stairs, smiling back at me and blowing me a kiss.

Fuck.