Manfried "Manny" Andrews watched between the iPad sitting on the small table in front of him, and the front door of the small coffee shop. When the figure stepped through the door, he watched. Sure, like most men the eyes were first drawn to those lean long legs encased in nylons, or the 36D's that strained against the buttoned blouse. He tried to focus on the face, the eyes, and what had brought him here today. He shut the device off and slid it to the side when she approached the table.
"Hey" the young woman said softly.
"Hey Mel" many replied. "Have a seat". He watched as Melanie Andrews, his oldest daughter, slid into the chair opposite him.
"Coffee?" he asked her.
"Yeah, thanks dad" Melanie replied. He stood and headed for the counter as she hung her purse on the back of the chair, and slipped her light jacket off.
"Double Mocha Latte," Manny told the young girl behind the counter. He turned and watched his daughter as she waited. When she reached up and began to play with her blonde curls, he knew. She was his daughter after all, and Dad knew every nervous habit she had. Something was bothering her. Even now, at 28 and married on her own, he had always had a soft spot for his eldest. She was a lot like him; logical, driven and stubborn in her persistence when she wanted something.
Silently Manny set the coffee in front of his daughter, and then returned to his chair. He stared at her eyes for a moment as she played with the cup. Then figured he might as well get the cat out of the bag.
"So what's up baby?" he asked. "What's so big for all this?"
Melanie looked startled as she glanced at him. "What, can't a daughter have a lunch with her father?"
Manny almost laughed. "Any other daughter might yeah; you no. You can't tell me at home, you won't talk about it on the phone. We both have a schedule like a mountain long so free time like this is a premium. Just lay it out honey." He leaned back in his chair and waited.
Melanie cleared her throat. "Well" she started hesitantly. "You know Paul and I have been trying to have a baby."
Manny nodded. "Keep going, the demon is in the detail." He knew his daughter and son-in-law had been trying for a family for almost two years. The fact he wasn't a grandfather yet was evidence of how successful it had been.
Melanie straightened herself in the chair, and her father saw a look of determination cross her face. Oh boy, he thought, the lawyer brain just engaged. Here it comes now."
"We've been watching my cycles, having sex regular, done everything we should, and so far nothing. So, two weeks ago I went to the doctor and got tested."
Manny was worried now, was something wrong with her. Was she about to say she had cancer or some other disease?
"Dad" Melanie said as she saw the concern in his eyes. "Don't worry; there isn't a damn thing wrong with me. My eggs, and the rest of me, are perfectly fine."
Manny couldn't help the sigh of relief. "OK, what about Paul."
His daughter gave a wane smile. "He refused to go in, said it questioned his manhood."
"That is about the stupidest thing I've ever heard" Manny scoffed. He stared at his daughter a moment. "I take it you didn't accept that either."
"No" Melanie shook her head. "Her curls fell loose framing her face, her blue eyes blazing. "So, I took a sample in myself."
"How the hell did you do that?" Manny asked shocked.
Melanie gave an evil grin across the table. "I gave him a blowjob before work, and then when he left, spit it into a cup and took it in."
Manny lifted a hand "Whoa, TMI girl" he laughed.
Melanie finally laughed at her fathers' discomfort. "You asked dad"
"OK, you got me there" he chuckled back. "What was the result?"
"Oligospermia", Melanie replied, "otherwise known as low sperm count. Oh the fluid volume was sufficient, but the actual count was less than 15% of the norm."
"OK" her father leaned back in his chair. "Now you know that it's Paul, what are the options?"
Melanie began to tick off on her fingers. "First, he doesn't know about the sample, and if I tell him he will blow a gasket over this manhood shit. Second, I can't use artificial, that requires the partners signature and release AND cooperation. Third, I can't use donor sperm, the chances of altered appearances away from either me or Paul is too risky, he would know."
"You're running out of options honey" Manny told her.
"There is one option left" Melanie said softly.
Manny sat silent, waiting.
"A punter." Melanie said quietly. She saw the confused look on her fathers' face. "A punter dad, the special teams to do the job. Bring in a substitute."
Trying to be logical, Manny saw one drawback immediately. "Aren't you back to the original problem then?" he asked, "an altered genetic pool."
Melanie watched her father closely. Now came the toughest part of the whole deal, could she say it? Could she ask it of this man who had loved her and raised her, and cared for her with all his heart?
"Not if you draw from the same genetic pool...dad" she said softly.
At first Manny didn't understand where she was coming from, and then his eyes widened in shock as the realization slipped into his brain.
"Jesus Mel" he gasped. "Do you know what you're asking?"
"I know exactly what I am asking Mr. Andrews" she stared at him. "Let's break this down. Emotionally, I want a baby so bad it hurts Dad." Tears brimmed in her eyes. "I want the chance to be a mother, a parent like the wonderful ones who raised me."
"Physically" she waved a hand across the table. "Here is a fit, 50 year old man, with the proven track record of three kids. You are in great shape, still able to father a child, and you fit the genetic pool perfectly."
"I am also your father" Manny exclaimed.
Melanie sighed. "Look" she finally said. "Just think about it, OK. Go home, watch mom with Kelly and Peter; and ask why your oldest daughter doesn't have the same chance to be the same parent."
Manny thought back, seeing the love and pride in his wife's eyes as their children excelled and grew. The idea that Melanie would never experience that left a hole inside him. He stared at his daughter, not sure if he was more surprised she had asked him, or that he was even considering it.
"How?" he asked her.
Melanie smiled, the first time since she had sat down. That dazzling bright smile that warmed his heart crossed her face. "Once a week, say Friday after work. Meet at a hotel, neutral ground. What, an hour at most. Then we both go our way. Who's going to question a father and daughter spending quality time together?"
Manny let his eyes roam over his daughter again. This time he was not hiding his glance from her shape. The flare of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the pouty lips glossed with lipstick. Could he really take her to bed, he asked. The sudden growing thickness in his slacks was his silent answer. He shook his head, trying to clear the lewd thoughts from his brain.
"What's wrong?" Melanie asked, misinterpreting his action. "Am I that ugly?"
"No" Manny gave a strangled reply. "Just the opposite," he said.
Melanie leaned across the small table. Her eyes glowing as she realized what her father had just been thinking. "Does it make you hard dad?" she hissed softly. "The thought, of putting your hot, thick baby seed deep in my belly" she told him.
"Yesss" Manny could only groan back.
Melanie rose from her chair and stepped to her fathers' side. Bending over she put her lips right next to his ear. The fact that a hard nipple dragged across his shoulder did not escape his notice.
"Good" Melanie whispered, "because it makes me wet as shit."
She reached down and lifted her jacket and purse from the chair. "Think about it." She told him. Then turned and headed for the door to the small shop.
Many sat and watched her exit. His eyes fastened to the curve of her tight ass in her skirt, it looked so firm his fingers flexed at the thought of gripping it.
Oh my God, he groaned to himself. Now what the hell was he going to do?
Five days later, on Wednesday, many caved. He sent a single word text to his daughter. "Where?" was all he asked.
Nearly forty minutes passed before she answered, he thought maybe she had come to her senses and backed out. Then his phone beeped.
Holiday Inn on Westcott, I'll text you the room when I check in Friday; glowed on his phone. He had almost put it away, when it beeped again.
Thanks dad, I love you. The words brought a smile to his face. Maybe he could put aside his aversions just to help his daughter.
For the next two days he tried to push the rendezvous out of his mind. With a busy schedule he had been mostly successful until Friday. By lunch he was a bundle of nerves, and by the end of the day he was a total wreck. Once again he thought Melanie had backed out, as he climbed into his car at the end of the day. Just as he reached for the ignition key, his phone beeped.
Room 312 glowed back at him. He turned on the car and headed down to the Holiday Inn at Westcott. On the drive he called home and told everyone he was having a quick coffee with Melanie, and would be a bit late. His wife's cheerful response to give their daughter her love, brought a twinge of guilt to what he was about to do.
By the time he arrived at the hotel, his nerves had started back in again. Standing in front of door 312, he timidly knocked. Melanie answered still dressed in her skirt and blouse from work. As he stepped inside the room, he watched her walk over to the small table by the window, his eyes drawn once again to her swaying ass and long legs. Could she get any hotter, he wondered.
