Staying at my daughter’s dorm
Weeks after our daughter Becca’s 19th birthday, she left for college. Just like that my wife and I were empty nesters. We had become parents pretty young, I'm 39 and my wife is 40, but having a young one underfoot had become an essential part of daily life. Without Becca, it was hard for us to relate. We still liked-I mean, loved- each other. We slept in the same bed, ate dinner, kissed on occasion. But the spark was out. There didn’t seem to be any interest in special outings, date nights, or sex from either of us.
A few months after her departure, Becca reached out. Evidently her school was hosting some father-daughter specific event. She wanted me specifically to come up and spend the weekend. Obviously I lept at the chance.
Becca was rooming with a girl I knew named Tessa (18) who had been her best friend since elementary school. Of course I knew her pretty well since the two met up after school all the time for the past decade+.
My beautiful Becca is a petite girl, more than a head shorter than me, but with wide hips and her mother’s impressive chest. Meanwhile Tessa was a runner and built for it: tall and lean. A subtle chest and butt, but a cute nose and blue eyes. She was a red head with glasses.
They showed me around the campus, and we went to the event. (Tessa’s dad isn’t around, so I was “Dad” for both.) I’ll skip over the details. It wasn’t that kind of event and isn’t relevant to the story.
After, we retired to their dorm. It consisted of three rooms: a living room/kitchenette, a bathroom, and a shared bedroom. It was basically as cramped as you would imagine. Just enough space for two people to occupy that wouldn’t look immediately like a prison cell. (If I exaggerate, it’s not by much.)
We took turns showering and getting ready for bed. I got ready first. If I’d been properly prepared, maybe I’d have brought my whole nighttime ensemble. As it was, after showering and toweling off, I was in my basketball shorts and a white t shirt.
Next was my daughter. She wore the same casual, minimal attire she had started wearing to bed back at home. Which was to say a pair of panties. In the case of this night, orange. Above the waist, she was bare. Some time ago she had started prancing around the house like this just before bed, so to me it wasn't all that surprising or affecting.
Lastly was Tessa. The last time I had seen her stay the night, she had been wearing a full set of PJs. A few months had changed her a lot it seemed. She had taken after my daughter now and was only wearing a pair of floral blue panties. Frankly she didn’t have as much to show off in the bosom as Becca, but she was still a well formed girl.
”Tess!” said Bec, “You can’t just have your tits out around my dad!”
”Why not? You do.”
”That's different! We’re family. With you, it’s weird.”
I chuckled. Call it self control, or age, or experience. Or emotional numbness. Whatever the reason, it didn’t affect me at all to see these two beautiful young women all but naked. Maybe I had simply known them too long (all her life, in Bec’s case) or maybe they were just too young to be of interest to me. whatever the reason, I didn’t even feel a flick of excitement in my loins.
Not yet, at least.
The couch was not big enough for me to comfortably recline on. Mercifully, Becca offered to share her bed. It was a rather tight squeeze. I laid on my back and Bec was practically on top of me. Her head on my chest, her tits to my stomach, one leg over mine. It was almost nostalgic; it had been a long time since my little girl had fallen asleep on my chest.
It didn't take long before her breathing slowed and I knew little Becca had drifted off. I wasn't so lucky. As the hours of the night rolled on, something in me stirred. I became very aware of nipples poking through the thin fabric of my worn shirt, or her crotch near my hip, of her knee on my thigh. My earlier neutrality dimmed. It had been a few months since my last sexual encounter with the wife. I consoled myself that this was the main cause of the hardness of my crotch, not Becca's body.
It was near midnight when I saw Tessa's silhouette slide out of the bedroom and into the living area. Realizing I wasn't feeling like I would drift off anytime soon, I very carefully lifted Bec off of me (somehow without waking her) and followed the other girl.
Tessa was reclining across the couch with her phone and a vape pen, still naked aside from her scant panties. Her head shot up when I came in the room, and after briefly scanning me she laughed. I realized that my hardness hadn't abated.
"Don't tell me you got that thing in bed with her?"
"I'm a guy, and still young at heart (as well as other areas). You'll find its not uncommon for us to be like this when we wake up."
"Uh-huh. Suuuuure."
I took a seat on the couch by her, her sitting up to allow for it. I wasn't surprised to find her vape pen contained a little more than nicotine. We took turns taking hits and we talked. About school, about being an adult, about my daughter.
Without meaning too, we came closer together as the conversation wore on. My arm was around her, her body was against mine. She leaned in as we spoke, seeming unashamed of our proximity. She was similarly unbothered by the erection trying desperately to escape the thin material over my shorts. In fact, the frequent contact her arm made brushing against my member seemed more than accidental.
Feeling the inevitable trajectory of our interaction, I kissed her.
She had been waiting. She kissed back, and soon my tongue was bouncing off of hers. It was strange being embraced by a woman who wasn’t my wife. It was the first time in over two decades. Even stranger that she was less than half my age, younger than my daughter.
Her technique exposed a lack of experience, but it was made up for by youthful enthusiasm.
Soon we were off of the couch and on the roughly carpeted floor. My shorts hadn’t survived the onslaught. In her ardor, Tess managed to rip open their middle (they were very old shorts) leaving my crotch exposed. I pulled my lips from hers to look her in the eyes. She was panting, ecstatic and enthralled.
”Do you want me to?” I asked her.
She nodded, biting her lip. “Believe it or not, Mr. H, I’ve wanted your cock for a very long time. This is crazy, I can’t believe this is happening.”
With one hand, I ventured under the band of her panties. I felt the wetness of her slit. I probed inside with my pointer finger. Then added a second finger. She groaned and lurched upwards, planting her lips back on mine.
I wish I could recall what happened next clearly, but what I have are mental snapshots of images and sensations devoid of context or continuity.
i recall her hands on my cock. My lips on her breasts. Her panties peeked away, revealing a smoothly shaved sex. Her taste. Her tongue. And the sweet sensation of entering her, becoming one, beautifully and reproachfully, with my daughter’s dearest friend.
Speaking of…
Some semblance of order reasserts itself onto my memory in the moments after that. We are still on the floor, rutting like animals. I am engorged within her, hot and flushed from face to crotch, staring down at my beautiful partner.she is still writhing beneath me, wrapped up in sensation and realized fantasy.
Neither of us hear the intruder at first. She has to almost shout to raise us from our preoccupation.
”I said, What the fuck,” exclaims my darling daughter, standing in the now open door way to their bedroom, still topless in peach-tone panties, “Are you two doing?”
Tess and I look up, suddenly take notice of ourselves, and desperately try to think of an answer….
To be continued.