All characters are above 18 years old. This is entirely a work of fiction, for entertainment only.
On Sunday morning, Carrie sat in the kitchen waiting for Allie to come down to chat about the previous night. Mike had returned to bed as hard as he was when he left. They had made love, no, fucked, hard. Urgently. He confessed afterwards that he had kissed Allie. A real, passionate kiss. He said very little else about their talk except that Allie felt better afterwards.
She sipped her coffee and scanned the Sunday paper. Mike had gone out to play racquetball and run some errands, leaving her some time to talk to Allie.
She couldn't help wondering where all this was going. Mike loved her, he didn't hesitate to tell her what happened with Allie. He never tried to hide it, he didn't even hesitate. It was inevitable though, that if they carried on like that, one of them, or both, would want to do more than kiss.
Her mind wandered back to the early days of her and Mike's relationship, before marriage and kids. They had an open relationship back then, and occasionally another woman had shared their bed. She hadn't felt jealous then, and oddly she didn't feel jealous now. It was different, of course. They both worked and were upstanding figures in town. They couldn't carry on like they had in their twenties. Not publicly anyway. She missed those days, and she suspected Mike did too. In a way, this whole kissing thing was a safe way to experiment, both for Allie and for her and Mike. As strange as that was, or at least should be. Her upbringing didn't allow her to experiment at that age. Seeing Allie flower into womanhood reminded her of her own very different journey.
But what was Allie really thinking? Was there more to all this than she was admitting?
"Hi Mom, where's Dad?" Allie said as she came into the room, interrupting Carrie's chain of thought.
"He's playing racquetball." Carrie answered, "Sit and have some coffee with me." It was unsurprising that she asked about her dad. She had always been a daddy's girl. Carrie thought.
"Ew, no thanks. I'll make some tea, " she answered as she turned on the kettle. She had never developed a taste for coffee.
Once she had the kettle going, Allie sat and faced her mother. "So, I guess you want to hear all about last night?"
"Only what you want to tell me," Carrie said, smiling.
Allie took a deep breath. "It was all Chantal's fault." she began. "She told me to flirt, be seductive, and try to get a boy interested in kissing him."
"Allie!" Carrie panicked a little. "You didn't tell her about..."
"No! Of course not. I told her it was advice for a friend." Allie reassured her. "Anyway. She told me to, I don't know, tempt him, I guess, but not follow through. It was a mistake. I felt horrible about the whole thing but patched it up with Dad."
Carrie smirked. "I heard." As Allie stood to make her tea, Carrie added. "Don't be too hard on Chantal. It worked better than you think."
Allie sat back down and sipped her tea before asking, "What do you mean?"
"Honey," when boys are teased, they react, they can't help it..." Carrie began.
Allie rolled her eyes. "Mom, I'm 18, not 12."
Carrie sighed. "Fine, after your teasing session, your dad came to bed hard as a rock and we had sex."
Allie sat back, horrified, "Ew, mom!"
Carrie laughed at the reaction. "You asked for it."
Allie shook her head ruefully. "I guess I did." She processed this information for a moment. "Wait, you're saying my teasing caused that?" she sat stunned as Carrie nodded.
When done properly, teasing is a turn-on to guys," Carrie said. In fact, when you came to talk to him, you interrupted..." stressing the final word.
Allie again was mortified; her hands flew up to cover her mouth. "Mom, I'm so sorry, I didn't know!"
Carrie smirked. "It's fine. He was still ready to go when he came back." She arched one eyebrow expectantly.
"Oh," Allie said, looking down at her tea. Her eyes rose to look into her mother's. "I asked 'Michael' to kiss me good night. Is that why--?"
Carrie nodded. "Yes, that's why. Allie, what did you expect his reaction to be?"
"I'm sorry Mom, I didn't think... I guess I wasn't thinking through that part. I just wanted--"
Carrie took Allie's hand in hers. "Sweetie it's ok. I'm not mad at it, I'm not asking you not to kiss him anymore or anything. I just want you to understand the effect you may have. It's fine with your father, but when you start dating, things can get carried away, and before you know it--"
Allie sat for a minute, thinking things through. "Thanks, Mom, I get it."
Carrie sipped her coffee. "I'm glad, sweetie. I think you should keep up with those dates if you still want to."
Allie nodded.
Just then the door opened, and Mike was back. Carrie wanted to grill Allie further, but that would have to wait.
* * * * *
Mike's game was off that morning. Carrie and he had decided she should talk to Allie about the previous night, and what they might discuss. That had him a bit worried. The worst result would be Allie wanting nothing to do with him. The last thing he'd ever want would be to damage his relationship with her.
After a few stops, he made it home and walked in to find Carrie and Allie still chatting. Allie stood and walked towards him. He reached out for a hug and embraced her as she kissed him on the cheek. "Gotta run, Dad. I'm late for practice!"
Mike looked at Carrie, "She seemed in good spirits. You talked to her?"
Carrie nodded. "It's fine. She's borrowing my car to get to practice. But yes, we had a chat."
He nodded and got himself a cup of lukewarm coffee. Once Allie left, he asked, "So what did you tell her and how did she take it?"
Carrie relayed the conversation, or at least the highlights.
"So, she wants to continue the dates?" he asked.
"Yes." Carrie smiled. "For now, anyway. She should date for real though," she smirked, "Outside the family I mean."
He laughed. "Soon I'll be nothing more than a discarded toy," He assured her.
* * * * *
On the way to practice, Allie mulled over what her mother had told her. She hadn't considered her dad's reaction to their dates, or the kissing. Was he turned on that much? She had wanted to experience dating and kissing a bit but didn't think her father would 'enjoy' it as much as she did.
What did that mean? Her kissing and flirting turned him on. Was that supposed to happen between father and daughter? Maybe Chantal would have some good advice for her, Allie sighed, if she could bring it up without giving anything away. The previous week with Chantal flashed through her mind. She wasn't attracted to girls, but when Chantal did that, she hoped her friend would kiss her. Was that normal? Maybe just hormones, and the sexiness of Chantal's demonstration. Her lilting Quebecois accent was sexy too, she thought. She didn't harbour a grudge about how her experiment with her father almost ended. It had worked out in the end, hadn't it?
At practice, she greeted Chantal and some of the other girls and got busy working through drills. Afterwards, Chantal, joined her in the changing room, sitting beside her on the bench.
"Allie," Chantal said, grinning. "Any news about your 'friend' and her man?"
Allie thought for a moment, about how to avoid the topic. "Oh, there's no friend. I'm just writing a story, and wanted advice on how to get the two characters together.".
"Really? Hmm," Chantal said, as she gathered her gear. "I'll give you a ride home, and you can tell me all about it, hmm?"
"Oh--" Allie said, "Sorry, I have my mom's car today. We can talk on the way to the parking lot though."
They headed out. On the way, Chantal asked. "Tell me about the kiss, Cherie. How does it happen? Where? And what else do they do?"
"It was a good night kiss, as he dropped her off at home. Nothing special," she replied vaguely.
"That's it?" Chantal was disappointed. "No groping, tongue?"
"No, nothing like that," Allie said. "Just a kiss. It was romantic though. Then he had to get home."
"Why did he need to get home?" Chantal asked then gasped. "Cherie! Is he married? Kids? Ohlala that is a juicy story. "
"I don't know." Allie said, "I hadn't thought about that."
Chantal's smile widened. "I think he should be married. An illicit affair she was swept up in, yes? Does his wife know though? Hmm."
Chantal was really getting into the story idea. Allie smirked to herself. It was probably best not to reveal too much. Although, how would her friend react if it was a father and daughter? She immediately rejected that idea. Too close to home.
"Probably divorced," Allie suggested.
"Or not!" Chantal exclaimed. "What if he's married, and they sneak around behind her back?"
Allie shrugged. "Maybe, or maybe the wife knows and is ok with it? Anyway, what about how she can advance the relationship? He's reluctant, doesn't want to go too far."
"Have her encourage him to touch her breasts, maybe? Or maybe her butt?" Chantal suggested. "Any guy would be happy if they could do that. She could give him some loving in return, hmm? Stroke his arms, his back, maybe lower?" she winked at the last suggestion.
They discussed a few story ideas, and then Chantal bade her goodbye, kissed her cheek and walked off to find her car.
On the way home, she thought about Chantal's suggestion. Would he do that? Did she want to? Did she want him to do stuff to her? The wetness between her legs suggested she did. She sighed. Was this going to interfere with her parent's relationship? Mom seemed fine with it, at least what they had done so far. The last thing she wanted was to come between them. She wasn't sure what to tell her dad. Would he do as Chantal suggested?
* * * * *
Mike spent the rest of the afternoon working in his home office, as he had a project due Monday, so he worked straight through dinner, eating some food Carrie brought him. Architecture was a demanding job at times.
