My Best Buds and Their Dad

This story is a sequel to My Best Bud's Dad, rather than a Chapter Two. I would still recommend you read the first story first, so I don't have to rewrite all the background into this one.

[SPOILER ALERT: I have written a tiny amount of the background into this one, especially since it has been so long.]

I've been away so long, in fact, that I'm afraid I've lost my old audience. If you are new to my work and haven't read any of my stuff before, you should know that I'm not here for realism, instead seeking a plausibly ridiculous narrative. If you need the hard, gritty truth, there are many other great authors for you! In my worlds, everybody is over 18, nobody gets hurt in the end, and everybody is terrified or embarrassed half the time along the way!

Sit back and enjoy the ride.

Fucking Lance was the best.

Seriously.

It was Lance who called for mercy first this evening, and I granted it. We'd both been pretty energetic, and I was honestly a little worn out myself.

In the glorious month since I'd gotten Lance to take my virginity and start teaching me sex the right way, we'd gone until one of us gave up every single time we'd been together. He gave up first more often than I did, but that was cool. No high school boy I'd heard of was as committed to keeping going as my Lance.

We cleaned up in his bathroom together, and I got a little final flirting in with him before I let myself out of his bedroom. He stayed behind for a much-needed nap.

He'd get up in a bit and watch some TV or whatever until he'd actually go to bed for the night. It was only eight o'clock.

And since it was only eight, and it was summer vacation, and I knew Hanna did not have a date tonight, I figured that she was home by now, so I bounced down the hall toward her bedroom.

My best bud was not eaten up with dating opportunities, to be honest. I might need to try to see if I could help her wrangle some up.

Neither of us got asked out a lot, to be honest. I did not care lately, of course, given the Lance situation. I mean, since he and I had started getting together, I'd only been asked out three times in total. And the only one I might have said yes to was Tommy Ustinov, of all people. And then only because I knew that he, of all boys in our senior class, would not get insistently handsy, no matter what. Still, it was cute that he was showing signs of enough surprising gumption to give asking me out a second try. I might say yes, if he did. Maybe. If he asked me out sometime that Lance wasn't available.

A movie with Tommy might actually be fun, but not worth giving up a potential evening with Lance and his gorgeous thing.

Hanna was not in my position, of course. So she was a little more interested in an evening of fun and flirting here and there than I was. But high school boys are what they are, and the word was pretty widespread that neither of us was down to do much more than that, if any more than that; thus the drought of dating invitations.

I filed these worries about my best bud away as I turned her doorknob and had it halfway open as I knocked. "You're home, right?" I called.

Hanna was relaxing in her beanbag chair with big headphones on, playing some shoot 'em up video game. I don't know which one. The 1st person shooters were her and Fiona's deal.

I could crush them both at will in Mario World, so why bother with all the blood and gore?

Hanna jumped at my entrance, and I saw her instantly get smoked in the game.

She sputtered a bit and threw her controller to the side in disgust.

"Sorry, Hanna!" I exclaimed. "I got you killed."

That did not seem to be the source of her sour face, however. She just waved off her demise. "Just an excuse to wear headphones and turn up the volume," she said. She looked at me for a moment. "I saw your car, so I knew you were here," she said. "That said, why are you here?" she asked, waving to indicate her room specifically.

"Oh! Um, we're sort of done for the night. I wore..." I cut myself off. Hanna had helped me set up this situation with her dad, making her the best bud in the history of best buds, but she wanted no details, for obvious reasons. Hearing that I had left her dad gently snoring in his bed, well and truly spent, and with a smile on his face, was not what she wanted to hear about out loud.

"So I thought I'd come up and hang out for a while. My dad doesn't expect me home for a while," I shrugged, flopping down on Hanna's only half-made bed.

Hanna slid gracefully to her feet in that way that always makes me jealous. I always have to work to get out of a bean bag chair. "Dana," she burst out, "listen. If you are going to come over and... hang out with both me and my dad, I'd really love it if at least some of the time you'd hang out with me until we are done before you then, maybe, go and..." She twisted her lips and tried to start again. "Look, I'm your friend. He's just your..." She cut herself off. I had noticed that she had stopped gleefully referring to Lance as my fuck buddy for a week or so now.

Oh, so she was doing the pissy thing tonight? The minute I came through the door?

"Fine," I said. "I'm sorry," I added, sounding like I did not mean it, though I really kind of did. "I'll take into account your desires in the future," I snapped, and set sail back out of her room.

"Please," humphed Hanna.

I paused at the door. "Uh," I said, in a quiet voice, "we are still on for the Mall with Fiona tomorrow, right?"

I was glad to see Hanna's face clear instantly, almost contritely. I hoped she was regretting driving me out as much as I was regretting leaving in a huff. "Yeah," she said in her own quiet voice. "We gotta do something about that girl's wardrobe!" she added in a much better tone.

We distance fistbumped, and I ghosted.

It was Mad Men Hour again, and Pete and I were, as usual, holed up in my office at the end of a long day for our weekly 'meeting'. I sipped my Old Fashioned and laughed at Pete's joke about our NBA team's annual playoff implosion.

Pete laughed darkly with me, then he lowered his glass, his laugh trailing off, but his smile widening. "You are laughing again," he said to me.

"You have to laugh with this annual shitshow, or you cry." I shook my head.

"No, I mean in general," Pete said. "You are getting to be fun to be around again."

"Well, thank you," I said sarcastically.

"So what's happened to perk you up so goddamned much? It's not Hanna's graduation. You were coming out of it before then."

I laughed at that, a little darkly. Hanna's graduation had been accompanied by the first payment of college tuition.

Pete's eyes narrowed at me.

Uh oh. What fresh hell did my partner have up his sleeve?

"Who is she?" he asked, as if struck by some new insight.

"What? Um... Who is who?" I replied awkwardly.

Come on, Lance, you can cover better than this!

I could not cover better than this.

Pete pounced. "I'm right! Hot damn! Seriously, who is she?" he exclaimed, popping out of his chair. "I'm pretty sure it's not Carol, despite her perfectly sized ass," he muttered out loud.

Pete and I disagreed about our most difficult employee's ass. I thought it was too big. He did not. We did agree that it was pretty much perfectly shaped, however.

But whatever else had broken loose in my mind, I still was not getting hard-ons around Carol. Not even when she had worn that short skirt on Tuesday.

That quick thought triggered some other worries, but they were not germane at the moment.

"What are you talking about? I'm not dating anyone," I groused. That was true enough...

Imagine actually taking Dana out on a date! There'd be a thousand instances of, 'you and your daughter'.

Which would be better than the alternative!

"So you do know what I'm talking about," taunted Pete.

I glared at him, helpless.

"I don't know if you are dating or not," Pete said, "but I am pretty damn sure that you fucked some broad, and probably still are."

"Hey!" I said, a little angrily. Hanna was not 'some broad'.

Pete's eyes twinkled. "I apologize to the high-class lady you are making the beast with two backs with. Who is she? Do my wife and I get to meet her?"

"No!" I said, far too quickly.

"Oh ho!" Pete said. I had only chumed the water. "Wait, is it Carol after all?" he asked, a note of almost concern in his voice.

I just turned to my clean whiteboard and wrote "TOO BIG" on it. I wanted off the subject of Who I was Fucking so much, I was willing to get into the argument about Carol's ass again.

Pete just waved me and my gambit off. "Yeah, yeah. Some other HR nightmare instead?" He thought furiously. There were no other even plausible candidates in our office to muddy the waters, unfortunately.

"I cannot tell you who she is," I said, a little steel in my voice. I set my face.

"Politician? Married? Married politician?" Pete shot back, rapid-fire.

I almost laughed. I didn't, but my face shifted too much. I didn't get it set again in time before Pete asked, "Too young?" He saw my eyes and pounced. "Aha! You are nailing some 30-year-old! Younger?"

"Pete!"

"Oh, grow up, Lance. You're only 44. Hardly anyone is going to bat an eyelash if you marry a 30-year-old."

"Marry!" I yelped.

"Oh! So that's how it is," Pete went on remorselessly. "Even better, absolutely no one is going to get up in arms if you are fucking around with some babe who's only thirty. Goddamn, man, she could be fucking 25, and no one is going to gin up a public shaming."

Want to lower your number any further, Pete? I thought grimly. How about 18?

Dana and I were not in a relationship. That had been clear between us from the start. We were not even dating. We had a perfectly reasonable, healthy, workable, upright and moral situation that just incidentally must never be revealed to anyone, lest dire consequences ensue. I got something that I had needed without knowing for a while. And I got Pete off my back, the last five horrible minutes notwithstanding. Dana got a safe, gentle, learning process. And we both got to satisfy our mutual, in her case inexplicable, sexual attraction for the other in... spectacular fashion.

"Can we please talk about the Amalgamated contract?" I tried not to whine.

Pete smiled and shook his head accommodatingly. "Sure, dude. Sure."

The Amalgamated situation was a minor nightmare and just what I needed to get my mind to stop going places I did not want to go.

Sex is dangerous, I was realizing in ways I never had before. Because those ways had never been dangerous before.

Good sex made you chemically want to be with a person more. Want to bond with that person more.

Dana and I had nothing in common besides Hanna... beyond the sex. Dana didn't like golf. She didn't like football. She didn't like cars. (Who doesn't like cars?) There was no reason for my wanting to spend more and more time with her, especially when sex was off the table at that particular moment.

I needed to back off on the sex then. Let the hormones rebalance.

Yeah. Right.

Lance was late getting home from work on Thursday, and I had found myself risking pissing off Dad about being late for dinner by delaying my departure from Hanna's. It wasn't like Lance and I'd have any time to get up to anything, but I found I wanted to see him.

I had just gotten a not-yet-angry text from my father when I was relieved to hear Lance's car enter the garage.

He came into the house with a smile, kissed Hanna on the cheek, and gave me a cheery casual wave.

It was enormously cute how much work he put into making things appear normal in front of Hanna, which was ridiculous. Wednesday, Hanna had been in the house for the last hour we'd been fucking in his bedroom.

But, whatever the two of them needed.

"Heading home, Dana?" Lance asked, just like any other dad might.

I immediately imagined not going home. I imagined spending the night in his bed. I imagined that this was not a good idea to imagine.

"Yep, Mr. MacP," I said sweetly, and our eyes met for just a second.

Which seemed like a second too long for my still prickly best bud's liking.

"Yep," Hanna said, a little ascerbicly. Then she backed off, too, knowing she was being the pill in this situation.

Right?

"Hey, Dad," she went on, "Dana and I are going to the mall tomorrow, but I should be home before you."

"Ah, yes," Lance said sarcastically. "School's out, and you two are Ladies of Leisure."

"We both have jobs!" Hanna said hotly, not for the first time.

"20 hours a week at Ulta," he said, pointing at Hanna, "and 25 hours a week bussing tables at Delfresco's for you," he went on, pointing at me, "are not jobs. They are barely spending money." He paused. "If even that. Didn't you already go to the mall today, too?"

"Plans had to change. Fiona got called in to work... at her job," Hanna said tartly. "We are going tomorrow, instead."

"And we are not spending our money," I added crisply. "We are just going to help Fiona get a new dress."

"Thus spending her money," Hanna finished firmly. It felt nice to be back on Team Youngn for the moment.

Even before she started giving me reasons to remember her for the rest of my life, I knew Dana's name and face cold. The other girls in Hanna's circle, less so.

"Fiona," I said, more or less to myself, trying to place which one she was. I had some reason to remember her. What was it...? "Is she the blonde with the ti... ehugh, I mean, the blonde with the, uh, titian locks?"

Fuck!!!

"Yes, Dad," my daughter said drily, clearly holding in laughter. "Fiona is the blonde with the tits."

"I'd say nice save, Lance," Dana added, slipping up herself in her merriment. "Except Titian hair is red, not blonde."

Not sure how much trouble I was in, but embarrassed as fuck regardless, I seized on Dana's unintended lifeline. "Really?" I asked, trying to be casual. "I guess I got that word wrong."

Dana looked at my daughter. "I thought he was Mr. Vocab? He got a word wrong?"

"Oh, no," Hanna said, carefully not looking at me. "When it comes to Fiona, 'tits' is absolutely the right word!"

The two dissolved into gales of laughter.

I rolled my eyes and tried to retreat with dignity.

"Bye, Lance," Dana cooed as she went in the opposite direction, heading for our front door.

At least I wasn't in trouble, not given the tone in her voice.

So why was I just a little pissed that I wasn't in trouble?

"Here, try these with it," Hanna told Fiona.

We were back at Hanna's house, holed up in her room after the whole mall ordeal. Fiona wore the new dress we had bullied her into buying an hour ago.

Hanna was holding out a pair of earrings to Fiona, who stood in the middle of the room.

"You know I like those earrings," Fiona almost hissed, "but they will not make me look less of a slut in this dress!"

"It's not that slutty of a dress," I argued... again. "It's casual wear. It just... advertises a little."

"And you look great in it, Fee," Dana reinforced.

"What am I supposed to be advertising for this summer?" Fiona demanded. "I am not getting with any guy we know, any more than you two are."

Fiona was the third member of our little sub-friend group that a lot of other girls, sometimes jealously, referred to as The Virgin Caucus, and a lot of guys, always hornily, referred to as The Ice Queen Caucus.

Oops.

I had lost my, um, accreditation for the caucus rather thoroughly and repeatedly in this very house. I shot a glance at Hanna.

She shot a glance at me.

Unfortunately, Fiona shot a glance at us, shooting glances at each other.

"Wait a minute," I said, narrowing my eyes. "What is that look? Are one of you thinking about giving in?!?"

"No!" they both exclaimed, a little too quickly for my taste.

I looked down at myself in this damned dress they made me buy.

Yes, I looked sensational in it. Seriously. Every part of me was flattered by it. Including the parts that do not need flattering. My boobs do not need advertising. They do that all on their own, far too much.

Boys are pigs.

My breasts had shown up early, and with a vengance. I don't know what they were avenging, but consider it goddamned avenged.

"Don't you two go wobbly on me," I growled. "I am not going to be the only good-looking girl who does not do something stupid!"

They looked at each other again. They were thinking about doing something stupid. Or maybe just Dana was. She was the one blushing.

"Look, guys," I said, suddenly concerned. I pointed at my far too exposed boobs. "The reactions of the guys at school to these things' dramatic arrival convinced me way before you two figured it out that guys our age are not ready for sex!"

"Duh," they both said, getting way too organized, way too fast for my taste. And they both sounded just as convinced of the point as I was.

What the...?

I decided to split them up; they'd be weaker that way.

"Dana, you look guilty," I said, stepping toward her. She recoiled a little.

That was a bad sign.

"We support each other, girlfriend," I said firmly. "The Robbie Greene's of the world are not worth it," I added, making a guess.

"As if!" Dana scoffed, suddenly relaxing.

"No high school guy is close to being old enough to be worth it," Hanna added firmly. "I just hope college guys will be."

So did I. I might be firm in my convictions, but it did not mean I wasn't finding myself horny far too often for comfort. I was slightly worried that if I had to wait until I got out of college to find a pool of guys with a little class and restraint, I might climb a bell tower or something.

"Is this why you wanted me in this damned dress?" I pressed Dana. She was definitely the problem. "So I'll do something stupid too?"

"Who says I'm doing anything stupid?" Dana said defensively.

She was definitely doing something stupid. Shit.

But she really did believe that high school guys were too...

There were no college guys around any of us at the moment...

"Oh my God, Dana! You are in a relationship with some older guy? Like what? Thirty?" I gasped.

"She is not in a relationship!" Hanna snapped, irritated.

Dana glared at her. But it was weird. She didn't look mad so much because Hanna had just pretty much outed her about an older man, but because of something else.

I looked back and forth between them, feeling my eyes narrow.

"Dana is not in a relationship," Hanna repeated, her eyes boring into Dana's, not mine.

Dana was mulish for a moment more, before she sagged a little. "No, I am not in a relationship with an older man," she said, flashing a sheepish smile at Hanna.

Uh uh. Nope. They were not going to low-key kiss and make up before I used this division to find out what the hell was going on.

"So you are thinking about merely hooking up with some older guy. Right, Dana?" I asked swiftly. "That could be dangerous too, you know."

"We're totally safe!" Dana snapped.

"Dana!" Hanna yelped.

Got her.

Except.

"Wait! You aren't thinking about it! You are doing it!" I realized. "You fucked some guy!"

Dana stared at me, appalled. She opened her mouth to deny it, then I watched as she slowly let it close.

"Dana!" Hanna yelped again, louder.

"Sorry," Dana said softly.

"Sorry?" I demanded. "Sorry?!? I am so damned jealous right now!" I quickly grabbed Dana's shoulders. "How is it? Are grown men what we talked about? Forget that. Is sex? Seriously, how good is it?"

This bitch had gone out and gotten laid. With someone who was probably worthwhile. Definitely worthwhile. She'd clearly done it more than once.

Dana's face was a crimson wave.

So was Hanna's, but differently.

Forget Hanna. Focus on Dana.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"No!" both of them shouted at once.

"It's... sorry, but he's... you know I can't tell you," Dana said desperately.

Shit.

Honestly, that made sense.

But Hanna...

"But you know," I accused jealously.

Hanna looked at me in some sort of weird anger. "I have a very good idea," she growled.

This was not over.

I backed off for the time being, despite suddenly being as horny as I could possibly imagine. I was going to get out of Dana what she'd done.

In fact, I was going to try to replicate whatever she'd done. I was sick of virginity. If I could swing having sex that was worth it...

Maybe this dress was a good idea after all...

"Wait. What just happened?" Dana asked, curled up under my arm on the couch. Honestly, I had thought she had been asleep.

"Ground rule double," I said, grinding my teeth in frustration.

"Why didn't the runners keep going? That was the most excitement in the whole game," Dana said, still totally confused.

I started explaining that since the ball had become wedged in the padding...

No.

Listen, I had been eager to get Dana to watch the game with me so I could explain it and hopefully get her to understand the greatness that is baseball. But there had been a lot to explain to her, and I'm not going over it all with you, too.

"What the hell?" I heard my daughter from behind us. She must have just gotten off from work.

I stretched reluctantly. Dana might have a whole lot to learn about Baseball, but she was an awfully comfortable armful on a lazy Saturday afternoon.

"Lance is..." Dana started, looking back at Hanna. Her eyes widened. "I... your dad is going over baseball rules with me," she said. You are not supposed to look guilty for watching baseball.

"You, of all people, are voluntarily watching baseball?!?" Hanna almost shrieked. Yeah, Dana looked ashamed. "Dad!" my suddenly irate daughter turned on me. "I have been out of the house all day. I would have thought you two would take the time to wear each other out when I don't have to hear!"

We had already worn each other out.

Dana was red as a beet. I turned my face away from my child, because my face felt pretty warm as well.

"Dana," Hanna snapped. "I am not ever calling you Mom!"

Mom?

"Hey, now," I started.

"Hush!" Hanna essentially screamed. "What you two are getting up to in bed is fine with me. It's kinda great, even. But watching baseball on the couch? Cuddling on a lazy afternoon? No. Damned. Way!"

Dana and I were both looking at this alien wearing my child like a skinsuit.

"Dad," Hanna said, "I will not have my friend getting hurt when... well, when college happens, at the latest. Dana, I will not have you leaving my dad and having him roll up the sidewalks again and go back into his hole. Moreover, I absolutely will not have you two doing something biblically stupid, instead! Do not let yourselves think you are getting emotionally involved!" she was screaming again by the end. "Fuck each other all you want. That's great for both of you. But..."

"Hey there, young lady," I jumped in.

She didn't even say a word, she just looked at me with that furious, don't bullshit me face that her mother had always employed when I got out over my skis. I looked at her and subsided. I was not going to try to deny the blipping obvious.

Then Dana opened her mouth.

"I didn't choose the baseball, duh!" she said defensively. She turned to me, "But you... get sleepy afterwards," she went on, slowly losing steam. "And curling up on the couch, it seemed like the best way to get a nap."

"Hey!" I said, oddly betrayed. "You said it'd be fun!"

Dana gave me a pained look. I may have been glaring at her. I needed to be glaring at my daughter. How dare she come home and be right like this at the top of her lungs?

A rapid pattern of knocks came at the front door. Not the Amazon guy. Someone on a social call.

Someone we knew well, because they tried the door and it opened.

I knocked, then went on into Hanna's house.

I don't always just barge into people's houses

But Hanna and I, Dana and I, and a couple of other girls and I sort of have reciprocal entry privileges. My dad calls what I was doing The Sitcom Entry.

Anyway, I had never, ever regretted just going on into a friend's house before. Now I could see there might be a reason The Sitcom Entry was not a universal thing.

Hanna and her dad, and Dana for some reason, were standing in a triangle in the living room in some weird, hostile standoff like outta that old Clint Eastwood western my dad loves. What's it called? The Good, The Bad, and the Smelly?

They all froze when I saw them, like they were guilty about something.

Then Hanna laughed and said, "Oh, look, Dad. It's Fiona. The blonde with..."

Dana laughed along with her, though I was not sure what about.

"Hey, Fiona," Dana said quickly. "You're here early. Let's go up to your room, Hanna."

"Yeah, let's go," Hanna agreed, and we were all sweeping upstairs.

"Hi there, Mr. MacPherson," I called back, trying to be polite as I was swept up in their wake.

Dana and Hanna flopped down in Hanna's room like there had not just been this giant tension you could smell between them and Mr. MacP a minute before.

I had come over, intent on finding out more about Dana's mystery grown-up hookup, but finding out how Hanna could actually be getting hostile with her father seemed more on point.

"What was all that down there that I walked in on?" I asked, before Dana could get warmed up to her try at talking about work.

Hanna flinched. "Nothing. Dad and I were just having a disagreement," she said airily.

"Yeah? Then why were you both being all hostile with Dana, too?"

"It wasn't hostility," Dana said, very, very quickly. "We were, um, setting some guardrails."

"Huh? What are you two up to that he's setting rules for you as well as his daughter?" I asked.

Dana gulped.

Oh shit.

"He found out about you and your mystery lover!" I gasped. Then why was he...? "Hanna? Are you into this guy, too?"

"No!" Dana said forcefully. "Just... no," she finished, gulping back.

"Quit being hung up about my... about that," Hanna snapped, almost pleading.

"No!" I said, almost without thinking.

They both looked a little shocked at my outburst, which was okay. I was shocked at it, too.

"Look," I said, trying to explain to myself as much as to them. "Horniness is a natural state for us at this stage, right? It's just, we've discussed this all sorts of times. But I've mostly dealt with it pretty easily, or easily enough, because of the whole agreement that guys our age are not ready to be worth a damn in bed."

Dana nodded slowly. Hanna nodded firmly, right along with me.

"But you screwed that equilibrium all up," I almost shouted at Dana. "You went out and found the cheat code, and I am jealous!"

Now Hanna was looking at me hard, but Dana was getting defensive.

"And you," I said, turning to take a well-deserved potshot at the co-conspirator. "You knew and left me out. Come on, we three have been a team on this matter, and you hung me out in the cold!"

"And I'm curious," I added, trying to get myself back under control, and returning to the main culprit. "Where did you find a handsome older guy? I don't see you banging some waiter or cook. Of the three of us, you are the least googly over any of the teachers." I took a breath. "You are too smart to go pick up some rando guy. It has to be someone we know. I'm dying to know, because maybe he's got a friend, you know?"

That got a laugh from both of them, at least. But lips were tightly sealed. Bitches.

"Help me out, Dana," I pled. "The only other super hot single older guy I know of is Hanna's dad, and besides tha..."

I swallowed my words. The look on Dana's face was complicated. A little angry. A little scared. But mostly appalled.

I looked at Hanna to see what she was thinking, but her face was unreadable. Mostly because she had it buried in her palm like some Jean-Luc Picard meme.

Holy. Shit.

"Is that what the fight downstairs was about?" I asked Hanna. "Did you find out he and Dana...?"

Hanna groaned.

"It's none of your business," Dana snapped. "That's between Lance and me."

"Lance?" I taunted, sing-song. I actually had not known Mr. MacP's first name. It was a kinda hot first name, actually. It suited him.

"How do you also think my dumpy old dad is hot?" Hanna asked, momentarily sidetracked.

For an instant, Dana and I were buddies again as we rolled our eyes at each other.

Mr. Ma... Lance was such a hottie. Not Hollywood Hot, but just low-key super handsome. And nice. And calm. And his daughter was super awesome and loved him.

And, oh, God, I wanted to fuck him so bad.

I was briefly shocked at how much I did, and started to wonder how long that had been going on in the back of my mind somewhere.

But Dana stopped being my buddy again. "Don't get any ideas," she growled.

"Hey!" I yelped, but then I saw Hanna's hand grab Dana's wrist like some kind of vice. I saw the skin around her grip get white.

"It's a fabulous idea," Lance's daughter said in a voice like iron.

What?!?!

"Like heck it is," Dana said.

"It is," Hanna said, incomprehensibly. "We just went over this downstairs, Dana. I know you aren't going to stop..."

"Darned right I'm not!"

"And neither is Dad, but you both need some reminding, apparently constantly," Hanna said sarcastically, "that this is not a relationship. It's safe education for you, and treatment for him... and more fun than I'm comfortable with." Dana snorted. "But you need some distance."

"We are not taking a break. Certainly not to make room for..."

"Easy there!" Hanna said. "I'd love to get you two to take a break, but I'm a realist."

What the hell were they talking about?

"But if Fiona fucks my dad, too, then it'll help you guys both keep in mind what this all really is," Hanna finished firmly.

Oh. That's what this was all about.

What?!?!?!?!

I had a thousand things that I did and did not want to say, but they all crowded each other out, and I stood there with my mouth open.

And Dana sagged.

"You're right," she said quietly. "It's been worrying me too." She took a deep breath and changed mercurially. "And you are right. It's a good idea. In fact, it's perfect!"

"What?" I asked again. I thought I knew what. I hoped I knew what. But come on!

They both looked at me like I needed to keep up. I'd love to keep up, but...

"You just said you think Lance is as delish as I do, right?" Dana demanded.

I flushed, glancing furtively at Hanna, who was inexplicably staring at me with a placid face. How could anyone be placid in the middle of this utter bullshit? "He's... oh, all right. He's super dishy," I admitted.

"Right. So if you..." Dana said.

"But if he's so great, why in God's name are you talking him up to me?" I asked, finally voicing one minor particle of the damned multitude of shit that made no sense here.

"Because lately he and I have both been, against our own better judgment, trying to find other things besides sex to do together, to extend our time together. And that's a bad idea," Dana said in a voice that knew she was right, and hated that fact.

"You're damned right it is a bad idea," Hanna grumped. "The only thing worse would be if you actually figured something out to hold you together."

"Yeah," sighed Dana, sounding really kind of sad. "If I want to keep having him fuck me as much as possible, which I do want, and not get us both hurt in the end, which I would regret forever, we need to keep some distance between us. Having him fuck you would be just the ticket for both of us."

None of this made sense. "Bullshit," I declared. "He's so good, you want to share him? Even if that made sense, it makes no sense."

"He's that good. Listen, the things he..."

"Nope!" yelped Hanna, popping to her feet. "Nope. Zip it. You want to give her a fucking scouting report, you can do it somewhere other than in front of me, Dana. Fiona," she said, turning to me, "I want my dad happy, and not broken-hearted once fall arrives. If you get what you want, my chances of getting what I want are probably better. Are you interested?"

What I wanted to say was, fuck yes! Where do I sign up?

What I said was, to my surprise, "How do you even know he'd be interested in me?"

Wow. That was, in fact, a very good question. Dana was so damned perfect...

And I'm just...

"Oh, he's interested," Hanna said firmly.

"I guess," Dana said, still a little conflicted.

"Really?" Hanna said to Dana. "After a few days ago?"

Dana looked at her for a moment, and then chuckled and shrugged.

"After what?" I asked desperately.

"Dad accidentally called you 'the blonde with the tits'," Hanna said.

My eyes bugged out.

Dana giggled. It was a huge upgrade from her low-key glaring at me every three seconds. "Yeah. He at least thinks you're hot." She grimaced. "But he won't be any easier to convince than he was for me. Maybe harder."

"Oh God, I'm never gonna get laid until I'm thirty," I groaned, pushing my face into my hands.

"Oh, hey! Easy there," they both exclaimed, or words to that effect. Then both my friends were on either side of me, giving me a hug.

"I despaired constantly," Dana said, squeezing me. "It's part of what makes him so great. Well, one of the parts," she added saucily.

"Dana!" Hanna growled.

"Once we get you in there, or him in there, rather," Dana went on, her whole mind set experiencing an apparent 180, "be sure to tease Hanna occasionally about it. It helps keep her in line."

Hanna chose to ignore her. "Look, Fiona. You're serious about this?"

"If it's an option?" I asked. "Yes. So yes.

A wonderful man that I knew enough about to truly trust? Who had people around him who were my friends that would make me be able to trust him more? That wasn't married or otherwise involved? That looked like Lance MacPherson?

So, so yes.

"Good. Then this is going to take all three of us to make it happen, because he'll be even harder than with you, Dana, in some ways," Hanna said. "But we can do this."

My heart soared. Or other parts of me did.

But I took a deep breath. This was psycho. It was impossible. But I wanted to try.

But.

"Dana," I said. "Seriously. Will you be okay with this? It seems..." I trailed off. I really needed to know her answer, but I was afraid of it, too.

"I am okay with this," Dana said, obviously a little amazed at what she was saying. Which made sense, because it was a crazy thing to say. She sighed. "Look, Fiona. I won't say that you and I might not get a little bitchy here and there. But that is better than me getting carried away and being stupid. And I'm a lot more sure that I can control the former than the latter.

Then Dana giggled. "And listen. Lance can be so adorkable sometimes. He is going to be utterly adorkable throughout this whole process while you break him down. I kinda can't wait!"

Hanna sighed. "Me either."

I took a deep breath. "Well, I can't wait either," I admitted, getting some hearty laughter in response. "So, what do I do? Just march down there and... I dunno, tell him what I want?"

"No!" they said in eerie harmony.

Hanna took my hand. "Look, my dad obviously thinks you are hot. First, we have to make him realize that consciously for himself."

"Then, we make him realize he also wants your bod, not appreciates how you look," Dana added.

"Then you torture him until he gives in," Hanna jumped back in gleefully.

I opened the front door and gulped.

Hanna's little friend Fiona was at the door, smiling at me.

No, there was no bigger misnomer than calling this girl Hanna's 'little' friend. She wasn't big in general. Far from it. But 'big' still leapt to mind upon seeing her, especially in the dress she was wearing, which had far too much cleavage for an 18-year-old girl to wear. And when you add in that that cleavage seemed on the verge of overflowing...

"Um, hi, um, Fiona, right?" I said, trying to reset my brain and make my eyes behave. I stepped back and had to jump a little extra to keep from having her actually rub against me as she slipped in through the door that I was still opening. She then turned and smiled at me.

"Good to see you again, Mr. MacP," she said, oh so politely. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, thank you," I said back, taking refuge in routine adult indoctrination of good manners in the young while retreating a little back into my living room. "You look, um, like you are fine today," I said in near-disastrous form.

"Thank you," she said cutely, while fucking torquing her chest side to side innocently. "I guess Hanna is upstairs? Is Dana here yet?" she added.

I tried not to visibly perk up at that. Almost every time Dana came over recently, she made time to visit with me, at least a little. Usually a lot. Hopefully a lot tonight.

"I don't think so," I said hesitantly. "I didn't know she was coming over today," I added.

"Well, send her on up when she gets here," Fiona chirped and brushed past me to hurtle up the main staircase.

Yes, in her haste, she physically brushed past me this time, before I could get out of the way. It felt way too good for my own health in so many ways. Worse, my eyes just had to follow her butt up the stairs. The girl was curvier than Dana, in only the good places, and while her backside was bigger than Dana's utter masterpiece, it was unfortunately not too large for my tastes.

I needed that butt to be too big for my tastes.

It was not.

I sighed and headed back to the living room and my laptop. We had a big pitch coming up, and I was not satisfied with what we had so far.

I had not even sat down when the front door rang again.

Was my daughter having a house party without telling me? I shook my head and returned to the door.

"Since when do you ring the bell instead of coming right in?" I asked Dana grumpily, but with a smile on my face.

She let the door close behind her and replied, "Since I wanted you to answer the door so I could do this." She stood up on tiptoes and kissed me with about nine times the Surgeon General's daily recommendation of tongue.

Hell, it was about four times Dr. Ruth's daily recommendation of tongue!

Dana probably didn't even know who Dr. Ruth was...

Nope. I'd banished worries about that sort of thing, dammit!

As if to prove it to myself, I grabbed the girl's ass and squeezed gleefully, pulling her against me to demonstrate my hunger for her. She melted against me, positioning her body to be able to feel as I started growing in my pants.

Aaaand I pushed her away. She pouted a moment, but I just shot a desperate, worried look at the stairs. "Sorry!" I hissed. "We can't! Your friend Fiona is here."

Her eyes went so wide it almost looked feigned. She looked at the stairs, then she grinned evilly back at me. "You mean the blonde with the tits?" she cooed, digging in the knife.

"Sorry!" I hissed. I did not want to piss off the vision who was still, somehow, in my arms.

She thumped my chest, then slid her hand downward. "Don't be," she said easily. "We have to remember what we can and can't let this be, right? Or Hanna will kill us both, right?"

We shared a grin. We had already shared a laugh about my daughter's overprotective instincts for us both. But we had agreed with her.

I hoped.

Dana grabbed my khakis and squeezed my cock, which had not even fully subsided from Fiona's drive-by bod emporium before this girl had started re-inflating it with her kiss of greeting.

I was about to give in and grab her perfect-sized ass again, visitus horribillus or not, when she giggled and squirmed free of me. "We girls have big doings to discuss, Lance. See you later!" she said, and bounced up the stairs.

I wondered how much more Fiona would bounce on those stairs than even Dana...

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Please, God, don't let the new(er) one start taking up residence over here like Dana always had!

"Did you have to practically climb aboard and distract him right after I did my thing?" I sighed to Dana after her report. "You undid whatever progress I made!"

Dana looked at me. "You aren't replacing me, Fee. Remember that. You're just getting your chance, too."

"Understood," I said contritely. I really was contrite. Dana was being the best friend ever, considering.

"Besides, I'm betting he didn't forget you, even after all that. Did you really drag your boobs across him?" I nodded a little sheepishly. "Yeah, I'll bet I just got him horned up enough to make sure your boobs stick in his brain a little," Dana smirked.

"That dress was such a good investment," Hanna said. "I've found that with my dad, and not just about this kind of thing, you get him used to a concept without confronting him with it, and he internalizes it. Before he knows it, he accepts it. I did it with Anime. He was so disapproving of it back when I was 15, but now he's excited whenever a new Spy x Family episode comes out. The more he sees your boobs, the more he'll just accept them as part of his life."

"Got it," I said. "I'm wearing this dress all the time then."

"Yeah, but not constantly," Dana agreed. "He'll notice if he sees you in nothing but."

"You gotta be natural," Hanna said. "Like you are just dressing normally."

"But he really likes yoga pants," Dana grinned.

Well, I like yoga pants, too.

"And starting tomorrow, every day is pool day," Hanna added.

I perked up. Mostly because I do not have a pool. But also... "He is going to love my black suit," I said excitedly.

Hanna and Dana looked at each other. They knew my black one-piece. "Yeah, no," Dana said. "Today is suit shopping."

"Really? My dad hates the black suit. It should be perfect for Lance," I objected.

"Wait'll you see what I wear," snorted Dana.

I heard a shriek or two of laughter from upstairs here and there, but mostly it was quiet. I sat downstairs, more or less trying to get shit done on my laptop.

The problem was, I kept suffering a sense of foreboding that the three would come back down and hang around in my sight.

That dress... It was a showcase for some of the most impressive young tits I'd ever seen. And it did not hide that the rest of her was damned appealing as well.

And I thought that Dana's never-ending parade of yoga pants had been torture. Yes, even though I had my dick inside the girl routinely now, I could still be brought to my knees. At least she and my daughter had eased off on the excessive pool time they had been putting in for a while.

The pool!

I got up and went outside to work. I had seen no evidence of bathing suits, so I should be safe from the opportunity to piss Dana off by staring at her friend.

The sun was nice, and I got into a rhythm quickly.

"Hey, Dad!" my daughter said, almost an hour later. "We are heading out to do some shopping, and Fiona will drop me back by later. What can I cook you and me for dinner tonight?"

I looked up and saw my daughter flanked by my lover and this other, suddenly alarming friend.

"Oh, you two are heading out already?" I asked, my eyes meeting Dana's with disappointment. I'd hoped that if they ditched Fiona, Dana might have stuck around after and...

Dana's eyes held a similar frustration, which warmed my heart and made my dick sad.

"Glad to have you two over," I said, in my best idle adult voice. "Do you want to just reheat us some chili out of the freezer, Hanna?"

"Got it, male parental unit," my daughter said. "We are running low, though. Will you help me make a big batch next week?"

"Always," I smiled.

"Well, see you tomorrow, Mr. MacP," Fiona said idly. Great, more of that issue.

"Yep. It's pool day tomorrow," Dana added, alarming me with how much freight she put into those words right in front of Fiona.

But not as much as she alarmed me with the thought of not only having to deal with her running around my place in one of those three bikinis she had, but also the blonde being there as well.

And because the blonde was going to be there, I would not be able to drag Dana off for the riot whatever bikini she chose was going to incite, either.

Shit.

How much would it cost me to pay off my daughter to engineer a temporary rift with Fiona?

"Here?" I gasped, not ready for this.

"Yes, here," Hanna said. "The suits Dana bought here were instrumental in breaking down my dad's resistance. It's your turn to get some help making that resistance futile."

Parkside Swimwear? Seriously?

My Aunt Dee had bought... something here. She showed it to my mother when they didn't know I was in earshot, and my mother had asked how Dee had found the guts to even just go into 'Stripper Macy's'.

I did not want to get out of the car. My new dress was one thing. Every garment in this store's window, those that were large enough on the mannequins to even make out, that is, were entirely another.

Both Dana and Hanna got out of the car like it was nothing. I sat tight.

No. Way.

Dana looked at Hanna, then leaned in through the car window to whisper in my ear, "Have I told you about Lance's thing yet?"

I got out of the car.

She had, in fact, told me some clearly exaggerated tales of Lance's anatomy. But they couldn't all be total bullshit, could they?

We entered and the sales clerk, an old lady with too many tattoos and a bod hotter than Mrs. Walton, the calculus teacher, smiled and greeted Hanna and Dana. "You're back! I guess the swimwear worked out well. And you brought a friend," she added, looking at me.

I was the new girl, but she somehow seemed to think I belonged in this hooker hardware store more than either of my friends. Come on, really?

"Fiona needs some good suits," Hanna said, her arm around my waist. She was being friendly, but I also knew she was making sure I could not run away at top speed like I wanted to.

"She liked the ones I bought and wants some for herself," added Dana.

I had most certainly not seen Dana in anything from this store. I'd have never agreed to get in the car.

From the start, I could not see anything I'd survive wearing, but they finally browbeat me into trying on a top or two.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I started thinking about wearing this top or that in Hanna's backyard, lying out by her pool where Lance could see me...

Two choices were slam dunks. There were two more candidates that showed off my, um, assets to good effect, and Dana and Hanna argued between themselves about which I should choose as my third. I was not consulted.

"This one, the one she has on," Hanna said firmly.

"I like the other color better," Dana argued.

"The color?" Hanna snorted. Then, without asking me, she untied the knot of the top behind my back and retied it. I could not tell the difference in what she had done.

"Oh. Yeah. Much better functionality," Dana agreed.

"What functionality?"

"This one can fall off a lot easier," Dana told me.

"Then no way!" I said. I had a couple of years under my belt, making sure any bikinis I bought were well-designed enough to keep my assets under cover, what little cover these suits provided in the first place. "Definitely the other one," I said firmly.

"Definitely this one," Hanna said. "A little infrequent, spectacular, plausibly accidental exposure is a big part of the program."

That brought a few more images to mind of Lance's eyes on me. I deflected. "Do I really need all three?"

"He likes variety," Dana said. "He's pretty good at not looking once he gets too used to any one piece of clothing. But I still think she looks better in the other one."

They resumed arguing, and I retreated to think.

Retreating in this store was problematic. The further in you got, the less it was a swimsuit store and more obviously a stripper emporium. Nothing back there was anything I could wear in a dark closet, alone in my house, with my parents out of the country.

And barbed wire around the yard.

Besides, I wanted Lance to think of me as desirable. Not a hooker.

The hot old lady was watching me with a slightly condescending look, as if she didn't think I could handle any of these almost garments back here.

And then I saw the top. It was green. It was pretty low cut. It was...

I ran my fingers underneath the fabric, and yup, I could just make them out. Deniably sheer, my mom had once said about a blouse my dad was teasing her about wearing.

I like my shoulders, and this would sure show them off.

And if I could get up the nerve to wear it without a bra... My father, the salesman, would call it 'going for the close'.

Except my father would have a lethal heart attack if he saw me in this, even with a bra.

Perfect.

The sales lady looked at me and the top. "Boys your age don't usually need that much convincing. Not from a girl built like you..." she murmured, following me back to the front of the store without further comment.

At the register, my buddies were standing. Hanna held my three suits, and Dana had a suit in her hands that used less fabric than a dinner napkin... which also described my three suits.

"Why do you need a new bikini?" I challenged her.

"I'm giving you an opportunity," Dana said, just a bit testily. "I'm not giving up any of his attention myself."

"You are not giving up anything," Hanna said reprovingly. "You don't own anything to give up, remember?" She stared down Dana.

"What's that?" Dana asked me, trying to change the subject.

I showed them. They both high-fived me.

I wasn't going to be able to put gas in my car until next paycheck. I paid happily.

I took a sip of my coffee. It was a new blend from a new client of ours that is a veteran-owned outfit. I started drinking it because they gave me a bag. I am going to continue drinking it because, given the speed with which I have been going through their product, they are secretly crack dealers.

I looked at the clock and considered brewing a second cup. I was going to need fortification for today.

Pool days had died down recently, which I had been secretly sad about. While fucking Dana is just the best, watching her cavort around my pool in one of her barely-there bikinis is its own kind of awesome.

But I was regretting my desire for more pool days this morning. Fiona was going to be there today to muddy my mental waters. While I seriously doubted she'd have any kind of swimsuit that approached the fusion bombs Dana liked to wear when I was around, Fiona would be distracting in just about any swimwear.

I did not need to get caught being distracted by that blonde. I did not want to be distracted by that blonde. But as horny as I knew I'd be around Dana in a bikini, some of that was going to rub off on Fiona.

I could hide, of course. I could go run some errands. I really did need to go to Lowe's and Costco, for instance.

I could just go for a run.

But Dana would be upset if I did any of those things, so I would be out by the pool reading my book and plotting how to get Fiona to leave first, so I could get Dana into my bedroom. Hanna could and would roll her eyes all she wanted if Dana and I when she was in the house. She wanted us getting together, despite the antics she put on about secondary effects.. But Dana and I were not getting laid while Fiona was in the house.

The blonde was the first to arrive. For once, she was wearing casual, baggy clothes. Some of my irritation with the girl was that she had recently adopted a very body-conscious style of dress similar to Dana's. Whether it was intentional or not, I was involuntarily very conscious of her body when she showed up dressed like that. But today was more of the style of comfy casual clothes that had had her (mostly) in my mental category of faceless supporting cast of Hanna's friends.

But I knew she probably already had on a swimsuit underneath the sweatshirt and long shorts, and I immediately started kicking myself for trying to discern what it was going to look like.

"Hey, Mr. MacP!" the menace said cheerily. "Hanna upstairs?"

Before I could even nod, she was zooming up the stairs. My eyes involuntarily followed her as she went.

Those shorts might be long and voluminous, but they did cling to her backside.

Sigh.

Large, but not remotely too large.

I had barely left the entryway when the bell rang again, and Dana entered without waiting for me to open the door.

"Hey, Lance," she said, looking around carefully. "I saw Fiona's car. Is she upstairs with Hanna?"

I nodded, and she smiled mischievously. "Good," she said and popped up on her tiptoes to kiss me. There was tongue. Lots of it. From both of us.

But then she dropped her heels to the floor, and our lips popped apart. She looked at the stairs again, then said, in a lower voice. "Hopefully she'll have to leave early enough that I will still have time for you to fuck my brains out before I have to go, too."

Between her lips and her words, I felt the first of what I expected to be many situations in my pants today.

Hopefully, the situation would eventually be in Dana, not my pants.

"I could kick her out," I suggested, wistfully but not seriously.

"Don't you dare!" Dana giggled, swatting my arm with the little lingering touch at the end that is a specialty of hers. "Fee is the best. She's sweet. And she thinks you're great."

Huh. Really?

"Oh, and Lance?" Dana added as she headed for the stairs. "I got a new suit..."

I wanted a beer.

I resolutely grabbed a non-alcoholic seltzer instead and headed out to hang by the pool. My current book was a hardcover, which was nice since it would be useful camouflage in my lap.

I had barely settled in when they came out of the house.

I looked up, and my horniness disappeared when I saw my daughter. She was wearing a bikini top. I had not seen her in a bikini top since she was twelve, and did not know she even had one. Yes, she was wearing coordinating modest swim trunks with it. Yes, my daughter has not yet been blessed upstairs like Dana, or God forbid, Fiona, but there still was not a lot of covering up being done by that top. It was a riot-inducing top.

And I would have to wait until later to call her out on that thing, dammit.

Then, while my background irritation did not completely go away, my conscious thoughts on the matter was banished as I beheld her friends exiting behind her.

Dana did, in fact, have on a new bikini. I gulped. It was sky blue, and covered as much or more of her than any of her other three bikinis I'd seen and mentally cataloged for eternity, though that was not saying a whole lot. But it was held on everywhere with these big, hand-tied bows that were clearly designed to make a man think about untying them.

I sure as hell thought about untying them.

And if they were not tied just right, that suit was a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen. I doubted Dana even knew how much I enjoyed her occasional missteps in keeping all her bikinis in the right place. I just desperately hoped she was more careful out in public.

But marvelous as most of my thoughts about Dana were, and as visually reinforced, Fiona made focusing on them... hard, so to speak.

Those tits were, um... They had to be easily 4 times the volume of my daughter's. Maybe even twice Dana's. And they were youthful, and firm, and buoyant. And they were 'supported' by a bikini top with less fabric than my daughter's.

The rest of her was appallingly delightful, too. And I could see almost all of the rest of her. The bottom was not large. Then, they all waved as they passed me. Dear lord. Fiona's bikini bottom was a thong.

That almost saved me. Asses just look bigger in thongs. At least to me.

Alas. Still not too big.

They all went into the water with a splash, and fuck me if I wasn't surreptitiously focusing on both my daughter's friends to see if there was any slippage. Dana would kill me if she found out.

"You got this, Fee," I said, once we were in the pool and the splashing recirculating fountain hid our low voices. "Did you see his eyes when he saw you?"

"He barely looked up at any of us," Fiona grumbled dejectedly.

Hanna laughed, and I said comfortingly, "I been there. But he saw you. He couldn't help himself. Lance is just the champ of hiding his gaze." I shot a gaze his way. "He's looking at both of us. That's great."

"You are a big, huge distraction, is what you are," Fiona grumbled.

"I hope so," I giggled. "But what I also am is permission for his brain to get totally horny. So he will be all horned up when you do your thing."

I shook my head inwardly. I should be hugely jealous ofFiona's interest in Lance. And I was, in fits and starts. But I was also starting to really have fun with this.

I mean, Fiona is great, and I could totally understand her snowballing need for Lance. Been there, done that, as my dad says. And I was working a lot of nights now and did not have the chance to be with Lance.

And that big, sweet, sexy man deserved all the sex he could get this summer, to make up for all the sadness in his life the last few years.

Yeah, Fiona and he deserved each other. And as long as that didn't cut into my ability to have Lance fuck me at every feasible opportunity, I was starting to get actually enthusiastic about the whole effort.

Lance was just sitting there. No shirt. Soft but beautiful chest with all that thick black hair on it. No high school guy has chest hair like that.

But here I was, standing almost facing him, waist-deep in the water, my boobs dripping water (regular dunks kept them dripping), and he wasn't staring!

No guy in our class could have kept from staring.

But that was part of what made me so horny, wasn't it? The control. The maturity.

The grown-up, filled-out body...

"So, which one of us loses her top first?" Dana asked me.

"Loses it? Like, completely?" I yelped.

"The point of all this is to make sure he starts getting very close-up looks at your naked boobs, right?" Dana asked me sarcastically. Then she softened. "I know how you feel."

"She was such a coward," Hanna added with a laugh. "More scared than you look."

"You go first," I told Dana desperately. "Wait! No! It's just, um."

Hanna said, "Before either of you go ditching your tops intentionally, I say we all go have some fun on the diving board. Both those suits look precarious, so let's give them a chance to fail naturally. And Dad will have an excuse to watch more openly. You know, for our safety."

Dana and I looked at each other and grinned.

Two dives were all it took.

As I knifed into the water, with perfect form, if I do say so myself, I felt my top shift and my left boob slide free. It was all I could do not to jerk the top back into place instantly under the water, but instead I swam underwater all the way to the ladder. Popping up quickly and climbing out of the pool, facing right to where Lance sat.

I didn't dare look to see if he was watching, instead calling out to my friends about a cannonball contest. When I got my second foot on the ground, Dana hissed urgently, "Fiona!"

I gasped, shoved my nipple back under cover, then finally shot a look at Lance.

Fuck. He had his nose in his book on his lap.

I turned to be composed and scuttled over to Dana and Hanna by the diving board.

"Dammit," I growled quietly. "That was perfect, and he didn't even see!"

"He saw. He always sees," Dana said encouragingly.

"Oh, I saw him," Hanna giggled. "His eyes bugged out, then he buried them in that book."

Yeah. That felt gratifying. Gratifying right down to between my legs.

The cannonballs were fun, but singularly useless for producing truly accidental wardrobe malfunctions. Still, Dana and I kept up doing them, even after we figured out they weren't getting us what we wanted, until we both finally gave up trying to beat Hanna. That girl is smaller than me, and not much bigger than Dana, but she can displace some water.

And Dana's first dive after we gave up on cannonballs pulled her bottoms almost all the way off that infuriatingly tiny, perfect butt of hers. This time, I did catch Lance staring. He is really good at hiding it, though.

My bottom was quite secure, surprisingly, but I didn't care. I'd never felt that much sun on my butt in my life anyway. But I did contrive to have my top come completely off on one dive.

My 'friends' did me the solid of heading off to the shallow end to play Keep Away with it for much longer than I wanted. They only stopped when Lance growled out loudly, holding his book over his face, "Girls! Let her have her top! It's not funny."

It was in a really serious Dad Voice, and it sounded like we were all twelve and gonna get it if we didn't behave. It would have been disappointing, except that once Hanna sheepishly handed me my top, he slammed his book back down over his lap, and I was quite certain he took one more look before I got my boobs back in the top.

"Okay, no more wardrobe malfunctions today," Hanna declared. "He'll figure it out."

"Yeah," Dana said with a sweet smile in his direction. "He still hasn't figured out yet that all of mine have always been intentional."

"Okay," I grumbled.

"Tomorrow will be another Pool Day," Dana reassured me. I smiled, but then she said, "In the meantime, you need to make your excuses and get out of here."

"What?" I asked indignantly. "Why do I..."

"Because Lance won't take me back to his bedroom and fuck me while you are still here," Dana said simply.

I glared at her.

"I'm not giving him up. I'm just helping you get a chance," Dana reminded me mercilessly.

"You'll still be here," I said pointedly to Hanna.

"I'm expected to ignore it," Hanna said blandly. "And to pretend Dad's not gross. You two genuinely have no taste."

"As an added incentive," Dana said, "I am going to find out just how far into the gutter you had his brain today. I will report."

I looked at her. "I'm wearing the bikini with the chains tomorrow," I said.

Dana grinned at me. "Game on. Wait 'til you see what I wear."

"Darn, I gotta go," Fiona suddenly called out. She climbed out of the water, waved at me, thanked me for having such a great pool, promised Hanna she'd be back more often, and headed into the house, pulling her clothes out of her bag and hastily pulling them on over her wet bikini. The still damp fabric left darker outlines on her clothes that I hoped would dry before either of her parents got an idea what kind of bikini she had bought.

I hoped her parents had not approved of that thing.

I kind of approved of it, though I should not.

I actually heard her car start out front. It needed a tune.

A second later, Dana was popping out of the pool. I definitely approved of her new bikini, though I probably should not.

She advanced on me and bent to kiss me again. I caught my daughter rolling her eyes at us out of the corner of my vision.

"Already?" Hanna asked, as if tired.

Dana just kept her focus on me. "I think it's pretty late," she said.

I kind of felt there had been an interminable wait this afternoon, too. I got up.

"Fine!" my daughter huffed. "I need to lie out and get some sun. Out here. By myself. With my noise-canceling earbuds in!"

She was apparently behind this to begin with. She could lie out by herself. I'd buy her a steak at Ruth's later in the evening to make it up to her. And to thank her.

Much later.

When the door to my bedroom clicked shut, Dana just stood there, looking scrumptious in the middle of the floor, waiting for me to take that bikini off of her. It had clearly been designed to be fun to take off the wearer, and I found that it performed that function admirably.

I moaned a little bit as the bottom fluttered to the carpet between her feet.

"I'm glad to see, and feel, that you still appreciate me after having 'The Blonde With The Tits' over all day," Dana teased.

"You will never let me forget that slip of the tongue," I grumbled sheepishly.

"Hanna sure won't," Dana laughed. "Personally, I like your slips of the tongue..."

I liked that comment, but still felt like I needed to put the Fiona Presence behind us. "Well, I was mostly paying attention to you," I said relatively truthfully, pressing against her back and cupping those fabulous handfuls of hers.

"You paid plenty of attention to her," Dana said, just a hair petulantly.

"Please," I snorted dismissively. "Hardly."

Dana's hand snaked back between us and grabbed my almost completely hard cock through my trunks. It was a harder grip than I'd ever felt from her. By a lot. "I don't think you've ever lied to me before, Lance," she said in a light voice at odds with the message being delivered by her grip.

"Okay," I gasped. "I admit it. But the same things that made me physically have to pay at least a little attention to her are the same things that make me of any use to you right now," I pled.

Her grip loosened as she spun in my arms, and she swiftly, and by now expertly, pushed my trunks to the floor. "Please be of use to me," she breathed into my chest. "Repeatedly."

Once I had been of extensive use, but while I still hoped I could be of more use shortly, we cuddled on my bed, my hands full of her breasts again, and her hands full of Schrödinger's Cock, which somehow managed to be in a state of rising arousal and still falling exhaustion, simultaneously.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment in our cuddling, then snuggled in deeper. "I wish I didn't have to go," she murmured petulantly.

"Go?" I almost whined. "Not on my account! Why? You don't have a shift tonight," I added

Yes, I have my daughter's friend's work schedule on my calendar. I know. Fuck off. I think we have established that I had become comfortable with a fairly minimal set of requirements for a suitable sexual partner.

I cuddled the bombshell in my arms.

Minimal requirements. Maximum standards.

"I know I don't," she said, looking up and kissing the tip of my nose. "But my mom does like to see me sometimes, and tonight she wants to."

"Oh, fine," I said in a tone that mocked myself... My cock, which had, alas, chosen this moment to decide that Schrödinger could fuck off, started to firm up again.

"It's not fine," she said, cuddling me and my hard-on with equal affection. "If I'd known what was coming, I'd have never taken this job. I mean, it's good money, but with it, we can't get together that often," she said forlornly. "You might need to start actually dating, just to keep this magnificent bod of yours satisfied!"

"Hardly," I replied quickly. I had in her all I needed.

If not, perhaps, as much as I wanted.

"I wouldn't do that to you," I reassured her.

Her hand started doing more than just cuddling my cock.

But her voice got simultaneously wistful and hard. "Hanna's never calling me Mom, remember?" she sighed. "We do have to remember that, right? Or she will remind us herself."

Ugh.

"Agreed," I replied, not because I was totally and justifiably afraid of my daughter, but because she was right. It was just hard to remember that this thing between us could never work long-term. Even though it was hard to keep that in focus while Dana was demonstrating just how good she'd gotten with her hands. "She does hint at it fairly frequently, as is."

"She keeps trying to get me to let Tommy Ustinov take me out," Dana said.

My daughter was a dirty, rotten traitor and was getting Outback Steakhouse instead of Ruth's tonight!

"Um, let me know how that goes," I said, trying not to sound grim about the joke.

"Relax," Dana said, slapping my chest with the hand that was supposed to be pumping my cock. "Tommy's super sweet, and kinda weirdly funny, but the only reason I'm even considering it is that, even if I would consider sleeping with a high school guy, which ain't gonna happen, he would not be on the list."

Her voice told me a lot about this poor kid. My voice carefully did not tell her that of all the boys in her class, this Tommy kid sounded like one of the few most likely to possibly give her the kindness and focus she wanted.

"Regardless," Dana went on briskly. "My job may not be giving me the opportunity for all the sex I want, and you all the sex you deserve and could have, but it does not keep me from taking care of you at least one more time today..."

Her lips closed around my cock.

As I felt myself sliding into her throat yet again, I, as usual, tried not to think of the 'we' in whoever she had practiced this skill with.

But for once, I found myself wondering if 'we' included Fiona, rather than my daughter.

That thought presented a whole different excellent reason to shy away from. But one a lot harder to actually do so.

"FYI," Dana told me over the phone, late that evening, "he definitely thinks you're totally hot."

"Really?" I asked, too quickly for my dignity, but screw my dignity. That had kind of left when I admitted to myself and everybody else in the know that I had an urgent need to fuck my buddy's sex partner, who was also my other buddy's dad. "So he's sold?"

"Not yet," Dana said slowly. "But the idea is in his head, and it got there at least a little all on his own."

"So what next?" I asked enthusiastically.

"Honestly? I'm not sure yet," Dana said. "But I've done all I can do on my end. I just did my best to clear the decks for you. I even told him I might go out with Tommy."

"Ustinov?" I asked, a record scratch happening in my brain. "Really?"

"Nah," Dana said dismissively over the phone. "Or, at least not with any chance of him getting anywhere." There was absolute conviction in her voice on that. "But a date out in public might be nice. And he, of all guys, would not be making assumptions about getting any!"

"Wow! You'd do that for me?" I asked in surprise.

"I said it. Doesn't mean I'll do it," Dana snorted.

Still. She'd done this much for me. No truer friend hath I, or whatever the quote is.

But the next day, Hanna threw some cold water on my elation. The three of us were together again, at her house, and our conversation about my job suddenly veered into the much more important subject.

"I agree that he's noticed your bod," she told me. "But I'm not sure he wants it yet, and I'm definitely sure he's not considering going for it yet. He's such an Upright Citizens Brigade member," she said affectionately.

"So I've got to prod him into making a move somehow?" I asked.

"I guess," Dana said.

I sat up. It was 1:30 in the afternoon, and he was downstairs right then. Dana had a shift tonight, so he might be horny, but not focused on exercising the feeling. A little groundwork to shift some of that general horniness in my direction would be a start.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing The Dress, so I could see quite a lot of cleavage when I looked down. I was dressed for the task.

I stood and smoothed out my best weapon. "I'm gonna go down and talk to your dad, Hanna," I announced.

Hanna just laughed. "There you go! I had to explain that shit to this one," she replied, jerking her thumb at Dana.

I smirked at Dana, who gave me a batch of side-eye.

I wandered down the stairs. There he was, in the living room, writing his novel, or whatever. Hanna was quite sure it would never be finished. She said it was really just his meditation.

Time to wreck his concentration.

"Hey, Mr. MacP," I said in my best big girl voice. I did not want to try a woman's voice. I'm not good at it, and Dana was Exhibit A that it was not necessary.

"How are you, Fiona?" he replied, excruciatingly politely. I would have preferred a tongue-lolling response.

Of course, if he were the sort to do that, I wouldn't want to fuck him so bad.

"Great, thanks," I said, sitting down facing him, carefully crossing my legs in that faux-demure but attention-grabbing move that I've seen Jess Chamberlain pull out when she's picked another boy she wants to slut it up with. She's very good at getting laid, so I was not going to be above stealing her moves.

"I just wanted to say thanks for putting up with me coming over all the time this summer," I said seriously, leaning forward to emphasize my sincerity.

Yeah, that's what I was emphasizing. My sincerity.

I decided I loved this dress.

He rocked back in his chair. Just a hair, but it was a gratifying hair.

"You just have the best pool," I went on, relaxing back and taking the opportunity to roll my shoulders a little.

"Oh, sure," he said. "No problem," he added firmly, his eyes vibrating up and down just a little. "Any, um, time. But, uh, you just decided to come down here in the middle of visiting Hanna to say thanks?"

"Hanna and Dana," I reminded him. "They are being a little boring at the moment, so I thought I'd come down here and take the chance while I have it," I said with a big shrug. Then I relaxed and smiled, and did a little bit of rubbing my thighs together as if I had an itch.

Which I did.

He did not appear to know what the hell to do, given that I was showing no signs of leaving.

"I can't tell you what they are talking about," I said idly, "but can I hang down here for a couple of minutes?"

That was a mistake. His eyes stayed nervous, but it was suddenly Dad Nervous as his eyes strayed to the staircase and ceiling. I wanted his eyes on me. And I sure as hell wanted no Dad Energy.

I thought fast.

"So Hanna says you are in advertising," I said quickly. "So you are like in Mad Men?"

He jumped at that question. Not nervously, but like with an inside joke. "What? Ha! No, not exactly. But I do run a small ad office here," he said.

"Not exactly?" I pounced. "You mean your secretary doesn't look like Christina Hendricks?"

His look seemed dismissive of that until he opened his mouth to speak and immediately swallowed his words with a horrified expression. "I, uh, I don't have a secretary, per se," he said after a moment.

"Too bad," I teased, risking doing it outright.

He looked at me strangely. Like those words didn't belong in my mouth. But he didn't mind that they had been there. He shook his head, more ruefully than I think he intended.

"Mad Men is a period piece, Fiona," he said, trying to sound like a teacher. "Our industry isn't like that anymore. And no office in any industry is like that anymore."

"Like what?" I asked. I had him on the ropes.

But he was quick, I'll give him that. "The closest I come to Mad Men is an occasional Old Fashioned in the office with my fellow manager," he said.

I looked at him with a smile that told him I knew what he was trying to do, or not do, rather. But before I could find a new way to tease him about mythical curvy women who worked for him, he launched into a very serious discussion of how the advertising industry worked today. Like I cared. But he sounded like he was a recruiter all of a sudden.

Okay, Lance. You win this round, I guess. If I stuck around, he'd see I was bored in a minute, and I may not know much about guys yet, but letting them see you're bored with them is an obvious non-starter.

I waited him out until he took a deeper breath and said, "Wow, that's interesting. I had no idea it was that different." I looked at my watch. "But Hanna and Dana have to be done talking about... Yeah, I should go back up. I'm bothering you, and being a bad guest at the same time! Thanks again!"

I popped up and turned my back, tugging the hem of the dress idly as I did so, partly to draw attention to how short it was, and partly because I felt it riding up and wasn't ready to be that obvious.

"Any time, Fiona," he said, almost eagerly. Then I heard just the tiniest sound of regret for having said that. Perfect.

"Thanks! Sure!" I said, barely looking back, and heading up the stairs.

Oh my God. I had almost said that Christina Hendrix's ass was too big.

It totally was too big, but I definitely know that with women, the truth is never an absolute defense.

And then I told her to come talk to me about advertising any time? Sheesh.

Fortunately, I could already tell I had succeeded in starting to bore her before she punched out. I would have a hard time telling her anything more about advertising while watching that face and the contents of that dress.

Fuck me, that garment had to be a secret from her parents. There is no way her dad had seen it and not burned it on the spot. There was no way her mother had seen it either. I realized that I had actually met the mother twice the previous year, for a parent-teacher workshop. She'd have an aneurysm if she saw her daughter even looking at that dress.

I suddenly darkly worried about what clothes my daughter owned that I had not seen. Her having a job and her own money suddenly sounded like less of a good idea. That new bikini top of hers had left me worried about what the bottom looked like.

To avoid thinking about that, I thought about Dana, right upstairs.

Unfortunately, that pleasant image kept being frayed at the edges by images of who else was upstairs.

I went back to sympathizing with Fiona's parents about that dress.

But that sucked, because the kind of male who that dress would worry them about was currently wearing my pants.

Worse, the very next day, the most wonderful thing in my life (other than my daughter) and the most wonderful distraction in my life were both back at my house.

Wonderful distraction? Fiona? Wonderful? Distraction, certainly. Get ahold of yourself, Lance.

At least the weather was doing me a solid by providing some sustained rain, which was rare at this time of year, and the terrible trio was upstairs in Hanna's room for the duration, instead of out in the pool. That meant I did not have to see Fiona's tits.

I mean Fiona, not just her tits. The rest of her was no picnic to deal with either.

Dammit! I was already living the fantasy of regularly fucking an eighteen year-old smokeshow. I did not need to be fantasizing about fucking a second one, which in no way was going to happen, no matter how many widows and orphans I had fed in a previous life.

Letting myself 'want' Fiona would take what was a fairly idyllic life right now and fill it with disappointment.

At least I had managed to avoid seeing Fiona when she arrived, so I had that going for me.

Damn. Now I was wondering what she wore today...

We all just sat around in Hanna's room, grumbling about the rain, talking about friends, that kind of stuff. We even mentioned my campaign to fuck Hanna's dad, which, even when treated abstractly, was a surreal topic of conversation.

It was a half hour before I unzipped my hoodie and took it off.

The conversation about the new cosmetic line at Hanna's job died out.

"Jesus," Hanna said. "Your conversation with Dad went that well yesterday? You want to go for it today?"

"Already?" Dana yelped quietly.

I looked at her almost guiltily, but she stomped whatever jealous little gremlin was whispering in her ear and smiled almost conspiratorially. "I'll tell you what Hanna told me. If it looks like it is going to fail, punch out before you go too far."

"You did not punch out," Hanna told her tartly.

"It worked," Dana shrugged smugly.

Then they both looked at me.

"I thought so, when I got dressed," I said in a quiet voice. "It's just... obviously I thought it went well, right?" I indicated the top I was wearing, the one I had bought at Parkside Swimwear. I could feel the breeze from Hanna's slowly spinning ceiling fan right through the fabric. "But now, I just don't know," I said, suddenly terrified. "It's just, this is a huge step, right?"

I did not have doubts about the whole endeavor. I could not have doubts about the whole endeavor. My body had made some very specific demands about the whole endeavor when I had put on this top earlier.

But it was still scary.

I might fail, sure, but the scary part was, what if I succeeded?

I knew I wasn't that hung up on my virginity, but... Yeah, it was a big thing, wasn't it? When you think of losing it in immediate, concrete terms, it looms larger than it should...

I tried to work on my novel, but the story was just not coming this afternoon. Or rather, I had to keep throwing out everything I wrote. Thoughts of upstairs kept intruding, and my novel's protagonist was suddenly an utterly unrepentant horndog who was fucking an 18 year-old regularly and with gusto. I deleted all that bullshit and before I knew what was happening, my guy was a little fixated on a second woman far too young for him.

Okay, I was not fixated on Fiona.

Right?

But she was intrusive, I guess.

I shut down the word processor. There was a golf tournament on TV, and I'd heard that Nathan was in the hunt. I'd rather just veg out this afternoon anyway.

And if I was going to veg out, I might as well have a beer. I popped up from my chair and headed for the kitchen.

As I closed the fridge, beer in hand, I heard behind me, "Hey, Mr. MacP." Fiona's voice was less effervescent than usual.

"Hey, Fiona. What can I do for you?" I asked, turning around to see what she'd gotten told off to grab for the horde upstairs.

Oh, dear lord.

What the fuck is that she's wearing?

When I first turned, she had an almost timid look on her face, but it rapidly morphed into a pleased, almost smug expression for some damned reason.

How I was able to see anything about her face, much less subtle changes in expression, is slightly beyond me, given how riveted my eyes were on her torso.

I've been standing here stock still for way too long. Way, way too long.

Worse, was she holding so still just to let me stare?

I shook my head in dismay and cleared my ridiculous fantasies. Barely.

As I did so, Fiona just walked further into the kitchen, toward me and the fridge. "Oh, nothing," she said easily, passing me by without touching me, thank God. "Hanna says you have some popsicles in the freezer."

I stepped back half a pace, opened my mouth, and closed it.

We were out of popsicles. I knew this because Dana had recently eaten the last one. Scenically. But I could hardly reveal that information, could I? So I just stood there, no words coming, as Fiona pulled open my side-by-side freezer and leaned in to look around.

Jesus. That top might as well not even be there. I guess it wasn't transparent, or even close, really, but it sure gave that impression. With the light from the freezer hitting her from the other side, and her standing in profile to me, the light gave a perfectly visible silhouette of the most obviously braless, magnificent boobs imaginable. She rooted around for a bit, but gave up surprisingly easily, as if she had either not expected to find a popsicle, or didn't care either way. She closed the freezer and turned back to me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

It was finally consciously registering with me just how much this deniably transparent top was showing me. I now knew exactly the shape of Fiona's breasts when hanging unsupported.

I'd seen them bare before, in the pool when she'd accidentally lost her top, but that had all been quick motion, flashes, and glimpses. Now, I could even tell that her dark areoles were kind of vertical oblongs.

And the cold of the freezer had given me the opportunity to see just how far out those perky nipples could tent the fabric.

When she'd lost her top in the pool (why were bikinis so much less well designed now than when I was that age?), I'd also been hiding that I was looking at all.

Now, I kind of had no way to hide what I was looking at.

"I really like this new top," she said to me, seeming to slide closer to me without moving her feet. "What do you think?"

This could not be happening again. No way two such unfairly hot, unfairly young girls could be hitting on me.

Well, one certainly had...

A second one would just be a second miracle in a month of miracles.

Really?

"I... it's lovely," I gulped. "Looks a little cold," I added, desperate for something innocent to say.

"Oh, I don't..." she started to say, then looked down. "Oh! I see what you mean," she giggled.

And she fucking pinched one of those hard nipples, right through the fabric!

"I guess it was a little cold in the freezer," she added.

She fiddled with her nipple some more, as if unsatisfied. It should be impossible to be dissatisfied with anything in that vicinity.

"I think the fabric might feel a little scratchy, though," she mused. Then she looked me right in the eye. "What do you think?"

I stared at her, trying not to drool. A month ago, I thought I didn't have hormones anymore. Now, I was a slave to them.

My hands raised, all on their own, and she most definitely did not shy away.

Instead of rubbing the hem of the cropped top between my fingers to test its roughness, instead of even grasping her breasts through the fabric to test its roughness like she just had, I actually slid my hands up underneath the top and clasped her breasts, testing their silken smoothness instead.

For what it is worth, the fabric did not feel at all rough against the back of my hands.

She softly said, "Oh, yessss."

I held those wonders for less than two seconds before I jerked my hands free and stumbled back in a blurry panic. "I... I'm sorry! That was..."

"It's okay," she said sweetly, following me close. "I want you to. I really, really want you to, Lance."

"I..." I said, almost reaching for her again, but I snapped my hands behind my back. "Fiona, this is crazy. And impossible. Hanna would..." I cut myself off. My daughter had been partially behind Dana. She might not kill me after all. Or she might double-kill me for fucking around on her best friend, even if it was with her other best friend with less seniority.

Oh, crap. The other best friend with seniority was upstairs!

Whatever I did, whatever I wanted to do, I could not, would not do anything to jeopardize whatever the fuck it was going on with Dana. Fiona was hot, just as hot in her own way, but...

"And, and there is somebody else," I added lamely. "I can't. You're..." I did not want to tell her how amazing she was, because I would certainly agree with myself. "It's just... it won't work. I could not do that to..." I sure as fuck was not going to name Dana!

Fiona pouted prettily. No, she pouted fucking sexily. "Awww..." she muttered and started for the door.

She was giving up! Already!

Awesome.

So why was I so desperately disappointed?

But she just stopped at the door to the kitchen and shouted loudly toward the stairs, "Hanna!"

A moment or two later, as I stood there in shocked alarm, I heard my daughter open the door to her room upstairs. "What's up, bae?" she called down. At least she wasn't coming down.

"Your dad's afraid you'll be mad," Fiona called up.

What!?!?

"Chill, Dad. Carry on," Hanna yelled back.

"What?" I muttered.

Oh, fuck! Dana was up there. She had to know what Fiona was trying to pull on her. I was so fucked.

"And Lance?" I heard Dana call down. "Do your best!"

Then I heard those two girls dissolve into laughter and slam the door to Hanna's room.

I stared at Fiona uncomprehendingly.

Well, staring at Fiona when she was dressed like that had me comprehending all sorts of stuff society would frown on me comprehending, but whatever the fuck was going on was not among the list of comprehensions.

My daughter and my lover were upstairs giggling about me being cornered down here by Fiona, who was turning to head back toward me.

Dana knew what Fiona wanted.

Dana approved.

Holy shit.

Okay, I was hurt.

Dana approved. Was I being phased out and handed off as used goods?

That did not make sense. I had seen no sign, any sign, at any time, of Dana wanting anything other than more of me than we could make happen.

Holy shit.

I stood there, unable to move, and Fiona stepped up and pressed herself lightly against me. "We've talked about it," she said sweetly. "You have a lot of time when Dana can't enjoy you. Some of that time, I'm free." Her hands held my waist, and I felt them trembling.

Or was that me?

Probably both of us.

"Lance," she said, calling me that for the first time, "you are the sweetest, sexiest, man I know, and you are at least part-time available. You make me feel safe, and you make me feel horny. I want you to help me, you know, like you helped Dana. And like you keep helping Dana," she added, her voice lowering in register at the end. "I'm hoping we both have fun with that."

Of course, she just had to be a virgin.

Too.

I wanted to fuck this girl so bad...

But before I did anything to her (except for, you know, grabbing her boobs for a few seconds earlier), my sense of responsibility demanded a last effort to make myself direly unhappy.

I opened my mouth to discuss virginity, but she leaned up and kissed me. Fiona was a little taller than Dana, and her lips clamped more firmly on mine than Dana could have in the same position.

Oh, that was a nice kiss. It reminded me of Dana's first kisses, but different. Fiona was a little more assertive, which made her inexperience even more obvious, in a charming, dick-hardening way.

Fuck this. I was not going to make sure of anything. I was going to give this girl what we both wanted me to give her. A sweet, allegedly safe man can only take so much.

Yeah. That's right. I took maybe 45 seconds to go from what is happening, to let's roll.

I was a sex fiend. When Dana had made her play, I had three years of pent-up need working. I was ready to submit in half the time this time, when I was getting regular spectacular sex already.

See? Sex fiend.

I could live with that.

But I should have waited. I should have talked more. I know. But I knew where that discussion would end up anyway, and that would just mean time wasted before I got my hands on this treasure who inexplicably wanted to fuck me.

I wrapped her in my arms, and she moaned as I squeezed her. She moaned louder as I dropped my hands lower and sank my fingers gently into her backside, clenching my fingers slowly.

Honestly, I wanted to lift her up on the counter and just fuck her right there. How was I this hot, this fast?

Because I'd been getting increasingly hot for her continuously since she started hanging around so much, and now I was a male with an invitation, a sudden habit of getting laid, and a desire for no restraint. I could suddenly see Dana's explanation for why she wanted an older, more mature partner, because he could control himself.

Shit. I had to control myself.

"What do you want?" I groaned against her lips.

"What do I want?" she asked, puzzled. "I want you to show me how..."

I slid one hand off her ass and around to grasp a breast, this time through the fabric of that top. It was not too rough. I controlled myself to the extent that I did not use both hands.

"You may not know how," I said breathlessly. Good grace, this breast was so wonderful, and there was so much of it. She didn't have any huge, comical hooters or anything, but these breasts were as large as you could get without crossing over into that territory. And so firm... "But I assume you know what. What do you want to start with?"

That actually stopped her. All my daughter's friends were pretty smart cookies. She took a moment to give me a calm, reasoned reply. Great.

"Fuck me. Right now. Right here. I want to feel that, then we can do all the other stuff," she said in a rush.

See? Calm. Reasoned.

Sure.

The poisonous part was, my body thought that was a great idea.

Think. Time to think.

"Let's go," I said, taking her hand and stepping toward my bedroom.

"No! Here," Fiona said, tugging back against my grip.

"They could come downstairs!" I laughed.

Fiona looked at me. "You think they don't know what I want to do with you?" she asked skeptically.

I shook my head in some significant disbelief. "I am somehow coming to grips with the likelihood that they very much do know what I want to do to you. But I also know that I do not want my daughter to actually see me doing it!"

"But you and..."

"We are going to my bedroom," I said firmly. "Where we will do to each other what we both want to do," I added, when she started to playfully hesitate again.

The hesitation left her. The playfulness did not.

Until we got into my bedroom and I closed the door.

"I... I have a Norplant," she said quickly. "So you won't need a..." she trailed off in sudden hesitation.

"Wow! How'd you get one of those?" I asked. Contraceptive implants were not common among the virgin set. My daughter didn't have one.

Did she?

"You heard that Allison Reston got knocked up?" Fiona asked me, her hesitation washing away in the thrill of hot gossip.

"Never heard of her," I said.

"Well, my mom heard. And all of a sudden, I was going to the clinic to make sure she got no grandbabies for a while."

Thank you, whoever impregnated that poor girl. I mean, fuck you, you little prick, but thank you anyway. I had never thought to buy fresh condoms.

Fiona wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I let my hands roam over her body as I kissed her back. She needed no invitation to use her tongue, but she did need a little indirect guidance on how.

I gave it to her.

She must have chewed a whole pack of gum right before she came downstairs, because her mouth tasted strongly of peppermint. I could not wait for the flavor to fade so I could enjoy her natural mouth.

Speaking of mouths, I was not going to let her get me to fuck her straight away, much as I liked the idea. But I was being entrusted with teaching her about sex. I might be too irresponsible to say no, but I was responsible enough to genuinely take seriously that repsonsibility. Also, I was going to make sure she adored this whole process, so she'd want more later. Lots More. There was too much wonderfulness in my arms to explore in a single afternoon.

Damn, if I was going to somehow keep two nubile teenagers happy, I was going to have to concentrate.

And get in more cardio.

"I'm going to take your clothes off now," I told her breathlessly.

"Please," she moaned. "No, wait. Let me go first. I want to see all of you."

She was so eager, but I was holding her in my arms. She was totally trembling. And it was only partly anticipation.

Okay, that triggered some actual responsibility.

"What's the matter, Fiona?" I asked gently.

"I... it's... it's a lot, isn't it?" she asked in a small voice. Before I could answer, she tumbled on. "I mean, I've pretty much been utterly focused, no matter where I've been lately, on this exact moment. Finally having sex. Finally having sex with you to show me. But now we are about to do that, and I'm scared."

I sighed. "And that is why I'm not going to do as you ask."

"What?" She clung to me, possibly more alarmed than she'd been a moment before. "I couldn't take it if you back out on me now!" Her arms clamped around me hard. "I'm not leaving this bedroom a virgin, Lance," she said, sudden resolve in her voice.

I chuckled. "I couldn't say no to you, not now, Fiona. I'm just not going to fuck you right off the bat, like you are asking."

"But that's the part that's scary! I want to do it the first time, and get past it!" she said, suddenly scrambling at the buttons on my shirt.

"Hey, there! Calm down," I said, stroking her hair. "That's exactly why we won't just up and do it right off the bat."

She threw up her hands in the air and slipped out of my grasp. She stomped around in a tiny, cute circle. "Foreplay," she almost spat. "Here we've all been insistent on not messing around with high school boys because they are too impatient for it, and now that I get to the point, you are wanting to waste time on it when I just am dying To. Get. Fucked. Here!"

"I'm dying for it, too," I said honestly. "But, Fiona, listen to me. Foreplay is part of fucking. Some days, awesome as the screwing is, foreplay is the best part."

If I just went ahead and fucked her right off, chances are she would not enjoy it to the full. God forbid, she might not enjoy it at all. Both of those horrible eventualities would mean I'd failed in the trust she was giving me.

And selfishly, they'd probably mean she wouldn't want to fuck me more later, and I was pretty focused now on not just fucking this girl, but fucking her a whole lot.

If you look up Greed on Wikipedia, you'll see a really crappy snapshot of me...

What you should see is a picture of Bill Gates, but he has a whole team of highly paid professionals and bots to edit that out every time it gets added...

At least I could keep my sense of humor, if in low power mode...

"But we are so close, I'm just gonna be nervous and ruin it all," Fiona muttered.

I kissed her again, holding her chin gently. "Then we will just have to have such a good time that we both forget to be nervous," I said.

Having your clothes taken off by a woman is usually one of the more pleasurable and sexy experiences a man can have.

Fiona's work was definitely pleasurable, if more charming than sexy.

Holy shit.

My mind was all over the place as Lance let me undress him.

First off, I could not concentrate on the simple physical actions, though I needed to. Undressing someone else, everything is backward, obviously. But did you know crap like the buttons on a man's shirt are put on backward in the first place? So it was like double backward unbuttoning his shirt. I was trying to convince this man that I was old enough to fuck the shit out of, and here I was fumbling like my mom still had to get me undressed for bed or something.

Second, this man, who had become an obsession almost from the moment I first realized that I could possibly maybe profitably obsess about him, was letting me make him progressively more naked!

Third, everything I was uncovering was living up to my imagination. Now, I had not imagined Chris Hemsworth or Arnold in The Terminator or anything. I have eyes. But what I was getting was like the Moses guy from The Ten Commandments. Charleston Hessian? No defined muscles, but taut skin over a strong frame, with all the right ratios and stuff. He even had a pretty great tan. And the way he was pale as snow around his briefs in the shorts area when I pulled down his pants gave me a little giggle that I needed to realign my brain for the big reveal.

Dana had told me it was a 'big' reveal. I could see it was a big reveal.

Still, the reveal was...

Wow.

I mean. Sure. I had never seen a cock in person before.

Never seen a cock at all, really.

Ever.

But, come on!

They were this big?

Seriously?

My fingers barely wrapped around it to overlap my thumb.

And it throbbed magnificently in my grasp. I had to grit my teeth at the sensation.

What?

Of course, I was holding it. I'd grabbed it almost without thinking. If I had thought about it, I might not have, though. It was...

Apparently, I had both hands on it. Between the two, I still could not quite keep it all in my grasp. The purple face of it peeked out atop my upper fist.

When had I grabbed it with my other hand, too?

Okay, I could handle this. He really was about the same size around as the bananas we had goaded each other into trying out. It was not like it was some whole baloney or something. Did you know that baloneys are made as one giant sausage? I had always thought they were made in slices, but Mom pointed one out at a Deli in Chicago when we were there to see Grandma last Christmas.

Lance's cock was thankfully not one of those, but it was warmer and firmer than a banana. And straighter.

Fortunately, the bed was right behind me, and I sat down on the edge, which made it easier to bend forward toward this lovely thing. I paused and tore my gaze off the hypnotic sight and looked up at Lance with what had to be a little wild look in my eyes.

He smiled down at me, and I took heart from the way his eyes looked a little wild, too.

I bit my lip and bent back down.

I was going to suck a cock. For this, I could wait to get laid.

A little.

A soft moan of delighted anticipation escaped from Lance, and that was all I needed. I licked that purple tip. And then I licked it again. It tasted just... clean. Maybe a trace of some weird saltiness, but it tasted and smelled just like ordinary human cleanliness.

Except it didn't quite. There was some additional sensation, somewhere between taste and smell, that was different. I couldn't describe it, even in the moment, because it was neither taste nor smell, I don't think. I didn't think I'd ever perceived anything like it before. But it was there, and I liked it. It was like some strange sex smell... sex aura.

I made my top hand let go of his cock, and immediately slid him inside my mouth. His cock crowded my tongue, but that just made it easier to explore his outlines with it. My suddenly free hand sort of hovered in the air because I didn't know what to do with it. Put it on my lap? Grab his ass?

Wait! No teeth, right?

I sucked him in deeper until my lips pressed against my lower hand. It protected me from Lance's cock going any deeper, but deeper was the point, right? I was no longer sure of that, though. He was sounding pretty appreciative already.

The cock was big, really. I had always thought the bananas were oversized to make it easier when the real time came. Bananas were not oversized. Maybe a little long, but...

Stop thinking!

Sure, Dana had gotten the hang of swallowing bananas after only a time or two. And though Hanna had taken longer to figure out how to get one into her throat, she was an absolute freak how good she was now. But I had gotten it, too. Eventually.

I slid my other hand down until just my thumb and index finger were around the root of Lance's cock, and took a breath...

Got it. On the first try! I only gacked a little. I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, and a rush of... I dunno, adrenaline I guess? Adrenaline surged through me at the sound of his voice gasping with pleasure.

Wow. I'd never made someone else involuntarily happy before. It was intoxicating.

What?

Hey! I know what intoxication is! I've had wine with dinner. My parents are cool.

But I had to get this marvelous thing out of my throat. I really did choke and cough when I pulled off of it. Way worse than when I took it down, dammit!

I smiled up at Lance, realizing I had tears in my eyes.

Fuck! Why had I worn mascara today? Was it running?

Lance was breathing shallowly and grinning stupidly down at me. I had made him stupid? Already? Me?

He reached out and caressed my jaw softly, and I swear my hips squirmed involuntarily at the gentle touch.

"Bananas?" he asked, mild amusement invading his temporary stupidity.

She nodded with a slightly surprised smile.

My brain seized on the fact that 'we' had not meant Dana and my daughter. 'We' had meant Dana and Fiona. Thank God!

But Fiona was not as accomplished a swallower as Dana. The runny mascara was almost disturbing. Disturbing in how it kind of turned me on. But also disturbing in that she clearly struggled.

She started to bend down and suck on me again, but I pulled her chin back up gently. I needed her to love this process, and...

"It's not all about your throat," I said.

"You didn't like it?" Fiona asked quickly.

"Oh, hell, I loved it," I said gruffly, and almost involuntarily. "Feel free to do it whenever you like. Seriously. But it's just one thing. What you were doing to me before, with your tongue? With me just in your mouth? Oh, fuck, please!"

It had been the right thing to say, thank God.

Fiona said nothing but just bent again, sucking me back onto just her mouth and wrestling my cock with her tongue again. She twisted her head, and while it felt like she was experimenting with the process, that twisting was amazing.

She was also drooling now, and I felt it running down me to where her hand still held my base. In just a few bobs more, she was sliding that hand up and down my shaft below her mouth, and then her head and hand were moving in unison.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuuck," I groaned. I was in heaven.

Clearly, I had not only saved a bunch of widows and orphans from a fire in my previous life, I had also dragged several wounded buddies off a battlefield under fire. Even given these karmic downpayments by previous me, I did not deserve what my life had become. I must have gotten killed during my heroics. Way to go, preincarnated me!

Sure. She did not know what she was doing. Fiona was feeling her way, but her instincts were fucking marvelous.

And sure, she did not take me back down her throat again. I fleetingly hoped I had not shut off that maneuver forever, but for now I was glad not to have to deal with the sight of more running mascara. What she was doing with her hand and tongue was killing me as it was.

Hands. Her free hand suddenly snaked out and grabbed my ass! She apparently liked that because I was instantly getting a massage back there that felt great, too.

My arousal was getting pretty intense, but I knew if I just let her keep up like this, I could coast and enjoy for a little while yet.

Then she took me back down her throat again, more smoothly this time. I gasped loudly, and she slid me up and down inside her throat a few times before letting me slip completely free again. No choking this time. She looked up at me and grinned. Only a little more streaking running down from her eyes...

"Oh, fuck," I gasped. "I'm gonna cum soon," I almost gurgled, realizing my relaxed, extended coast was not going to happen after all.

Aww! He told me! I wasn't going to get a shock, like Cammie said she'd had every single time.

But now I wanted that shock, at least a little.

"Please?" I said, looking up at Lance, stroking him faster, up and down his whole cock while I was talking. "I want it. I want to see and feel it. I want to know I can do that for..."

Blooey.

Listen, I was interrupted, but it was not totally a shock. He had just warned me. And there was also this marvelous throbbing in his cock that I felt in my hand, a change that gave me a heads-up that something was about to happen. But not enough of a heads-up to get my mouth back around his dick. Instead, he sprayed my face. Some got into my opening mouth, which was great, but a lot more splattered my cheek and upper lip and got up my nose, all of which was...

Kind of fucking awesome! It was warm, and gooey, and I. Had. Made. It. Happen.

And I had gotten a taste, at least. I had honestly had no idea what to expect there. Turns out, it was simultaneously bland and freakishly awesome. It was kind of salty and spunky, but there was some kind of imperceptible awesomeness that seemed related to the awesome way his cock sort of "did not" smell or taste. I wanted more and licked my upper lip as I looked up again to see how Lance had liked it.

Holy fuck! I'd nutted on her face! Shit!

She looked up and was smiling, thank God. At least I'd missed her eyes. I was not sure I could have taken seeing my cum mixing with that damned runny mascara.

Much as I kind of wished I could have seen it.

I sagged where I stood, gasping for air. "Holy fuck! Thank you, Fiona!" I gurgled, adding a variety of compliments that I hoped made sense. She beamed. She also kept squeezing my ass and stroking my cock.

"Please stop," I begged.

"What?" she yelped quietly. "Did I do something wrong?" Her hands stilled instantly, her grips relaxing and just resting on me uncertainly.

"No! God, no," I panted, regaining a measure of blood flow above my waist. "It's just, right after a man comes, his penis gets all hyper-sensitive. I just need a pause, or my brain might short-circuit!"

The grin I got at that worried me briefly.

But she let go of my ecstatically screaming cock, and while cocks cannot gasp in relief, mine sure as fuck did anyway. The hand that had helped with the blowjob now grabbed my ass as well. Sure, it felt a little wet and sticky, but her exploring caress felt wonderful in its own way. Relaxing, kind of.

Then she bent again and started licking my cock clean.

"Unnghh," I grunted.

"Sorry!" Fiona yelped, jerking back.

"No, that's wonderful," I said hastily. It was better than wonderful, but... I looked at her face.

I lunged, trying not to move out of her grasp, and grabbed a pillow, yanking off the case and tossing the bare pillow on the floor. "Here," I said. "I don't want to leave you to go get a towel, but we need to clean your face."

I reached out to do just that, but Fiona absently took it from my hand and wiped at her jaw. She got her chin, then wiped her cheeks clean. Then she absently looked down at the results.

"Ohmigod! Lance! My mascara did run! I've ruined your..."

"Easy there, Fiona," I forestalled her reaction. "I was a married man for a long time. I know how to get mascara out of sheets."

"Oh, really, Lance? Did you make your wife's mascara run a lot like this?" Fiona asked, her sense of innocent wonder replaced in an instant with knowing teenager bullshit in that mercurial way teenage girls swap out modes between girly and woman.

I just glared at her happily.

And no, my wife had not done the deepthroat miracle thing, but yes, you can bet your ass I'd made her weep enough times and then ground her face into the pillows from behind to leave us with some expertise in getting out mascara.

Before... you know.

I was not thinking about my dead wife right now, damnit! I still could not decide if she would have approved of Dana or not. I was sure that she would definitely not have approved of Dana and Fiona.

I was equally sure she would have found the whole situation fucking hilarious.

She had been fucking awesome.

I missed her.

"I need you naked," I told Fiona suddenly, in self-defense.

Yep, that did the trick. Snot-nosed teenager disappeared, replaced again with wide-eyed, trembling, horny young woman. Much better.

Fiona reached to pull up her top, but I grabbed her hands quickly. "No no no. My turn," I said, sensing her impatience.

I grinned as I took hold of the hem of her diaphanous top and made an effort to keep my hands from shaking as I slowly lifted it. It felt like nothing in my fingers; the fabric was so thin. Dunno what it was made of, though, because it did not feel fragile. About the time the cloth began to show the twin milky curves of underboob, Fiona lifted her arms up high, almost demanding I whip the shirt the rest of the way off.

I refused, still lifting slowly as The Blonde With The Tits's tits came into my view. Again, I'd seen them before, briefly. I'd even felt them, very briefly. But this was the first time I was going to be able to fully take my time to appreciate them.

I should have been looking into her eyes, but I just could not. These were genuinely exceptional boobs. Large, yes, but also firm as hell, and jiggly. They did not hang, or, God-forbid, droop. They bounced. And all boobs are just the best when the woman has her arms lifted up high. Her areoles were not as dark as my first fleeting impression had surmised, but they were strikingly oval instead of round, and the nipples were every bit as hard and prominent as I had seen and felt.

I had thought them darker than they were because she had something of a two-stage tan line situation going on. Clearly, the majority of her time in the sun this spring had been in a one-piece bathing suit. A very nice one, but a one-piece. Some of that pale area had filled in with the time she had very recently spent at my pool, but the triangles of sun-free skin framed those peaks and created a striking contrast.

My hands really did tremble as I gave in and pulled the top the rest of the way off smoothly. Fiona slowly let her arms lower, almost uncertainly. There was a flicker toward covering herself as she did so, but thank God she clearly thought that was as bad an idea as I did, and let her arms settle at her sides, giving me a smile that I desperately wished looked more mature.

I urgently distracted myself from the girlishness of her expression with the womanliness of her breasts. My hands dropped the top nervelessly and cupped those curves. They felt heavy. And they were deliciously malleable, yet had excruciating elasticity.

"You like them?" she asked. The snot-nosed version was back. She clearly knew that I fucking loved her tits. She might be innocent about many things, but the appeal of those tits to males could hardly have escaped her.

I rolled my eyes at her, then bent and rolled my tongue over her nipples, one after the other. I could do this all day.

But Fiona had her own desires. They included my sucking on her tits, because she did nothing to dislodge my lips, but they also included getting fully naked. Since I was taking care of the former, she did my job for me and took care of the latter, revealing that the little minx had worn no underwear below either.

She was going to taste amazing.

She was still perched on the end of the bed, and I knelt down on one knee. I began to kiss my way down from her tits, my hands reluctantly releasing them as well and sliding down her flanks.

"Oh, wow," she gasped. "You want to do that now?" I grinned. But she grabbed my shoulders hard. "No," she breathed.

"No?" I asked in surprise. "You don't want..."

"I absolutely do want. Often, I hope," she said, biting her lip again. "But right now, I want it. I don't want to wait another second. Please?" she asked, eyes wide.

I should have just gone ahead with what I had planned to do. I had made Dana wait, after all, and that had worked out just fucking great. It was a sound plan for a woman's first time, right?

But Fiona was a different girl. Her innocence and her knowledge took different shapes from Dana's. For Fiona, it was okay to go ahead.

Also, sigh, I was seriously hard again already, and I wanted to fuck her so bad.

At least I could make myself take my time.

"Your wish is my command." I smiled and climbed onto my bed, pulling her down to lie beside me, a little on top of me, in fact.

I kissed her and managed to keep it tender this time, instead of mining her mouth with my tongue. She was still plenty eager, and her inexperience with kissing still showed, but she knew how to follow my lead, and soon we were sharing languid brushes of our lips, alternating with just trading the same lungful of air back and forth.

Her hands got into the act before mine, and went back to my ass, mangling my glutes hungrily. I responded, but slower. Not because I wasn't eager, but because, despite Fiona definitely being The Blonde With The Tits, her backside was fucking delectable too. I just grabbed one area with each hand and held on for dear life.

I have already established that her boobs were just unfair--far too firm and with obscene elastic rebound when they moved. Or when I manipulated them. But her butt was, um, I wracked my brain for some way to articulate it. All I could think of was that it was damned near in the same class as Dana's. It was softer, and yes, a little on the large side, but the way those athletically padded glutes felt in my grasp was perfect.

"Lance," Fiona pled around my lips impatiently.

Come to think of it, I was getting impatient myself. More impatient.

"One of us needs to roll over on our backs," I said, dealing with her tongue, which was becoming insistent, while talking.

Fiona rolled onto her back in a flash, her delicate little hands displaying a grip of iron as she pulled me over on top of her. My cock pressed against her belly, and we both moaned at the sensation.

"I don't know what it is going to feel like," she said to me earnestly. "I just know I want it, and I know I'm going to love it. Please do me, Mr. MacP!"

Where my last name had come from, I did not know. To be honest, 'Lance' was a nice insulator from the fact that I was now fucking 18 year-olds apparently, but I determined to soldier on. I slid between her legs and shifted, lifting her hips up slightly and lining myself up. I could not have performed the maneuver so smoothly a month ago. I had been rusty. But after a month of Dana, I could guide my cock right where it needed to be unerringly without my hands.

She was a virgin...

"Are you ready, Fiona? Really ready?" I asked. Dana had been awfully skittish at this point, and I wanted to be as reassuring as possible for any doubts. This had to be perfect, I reminded myself.

"Oh, God. Your tip feels so good down there. Let me have it, please," Fiona mewled, not even paying attention to my question.

Okay then.

And she rode horses with Dana and Hanna, right? I seemed to remember she actually was trying a little show jumping. It had worked for Dana, so I guessed it should have worked double for Fiona. No hymen to worry about.

I again shied away from the concept that my daughter was also trying jumping, and otherwise rode more than either of my girls, uh, her friends.

I pushed in, my dithering making my body all the more eager.

Immediately, I felt the pop of my hymen, and yelped quietly in pain.

Lance, the sweet guy, yelped as well and almost tried to pull out.

No way I was letting that happen, and held onto his strong, fabulous ass.

"Are you alright?" he asked quickly, sounding a little panicked.

"More pain than I was expecting," I admitted, kissing him hard for a second. "But worth it! Please do not stop! Please?"

And he pushed in further.

Well, I had asked for that.

Nope, he really did have a full-sized baloney. Had to be, the way it stretched me as Lance pressed inside me. I groaned with utter pleasure as he pressed in.

"Holy crap," I sighed as I realized he had it all fully inside me. "Why do married people do anything but this all day?"

"That," Lance grunted, wiggling his cock just a little, "can sometimes be a mystery."

I had just started to relax and reassure myself that this really was not a full-sized tube of sandwich meat invading my insides so fantastically when Lance slid back partially and pushed in again. And again.

"Fuck! This is so good!" I practically shouted with glee at the sensation of being fucked. It wasn't just my pussy that felt amazing; the pleasure just radiated out everywhere. I keened in satisfaction.

Lance kind of winced.

Oops. That had been a little loud, and I suddenly remembered that Dana and, um, his freaking daughter were more or less right down the hall. I bit my lower lip to keep from making more noise. Mostly successfully.

Shit, being quiet was going to be hard.

Lance was watching when I bit my lip, and that seemed to really appeal to him, because he sort of shrugged off the whole daughter listening thing and started thrusting faster and harder.

First, gotta remember how he responds to a lightly bitten lip for the future.

Second, please be wearing those noise-canceling gaming headsets and playing something with lots of screams and explosions, guys!

For a moment, I regretted egging Lance on with the lip thing. He was thrusting into me hard now. But only for a moment. Whatever fevered imagination about his size faded, and I realized that he was not actually about to split me in half. That was great, because it left more room in my mind for appreciating how awesome this was.

Look, we in the Virgin Caucus had been thinking and talking about sex a lot for a while now. It had certainly been weighing on my mind. And once I started actively thinking about how Lance was perfect and even a remote possibility, I had been kind of focused. Thank God he had taken up residence in my brain after exams were over, or I'd have flunked and lost my place at college...

But this was seriously better than my fevered imagination had concocted. I was so wet, I could hear him slurping in and out of me with each glorious, mind-expanding thrust.

He still held my hips up a little, and I pressed down with my feet to lift my hips just a little bit more... and wow, was I a genius.

"Thanks," Lance grunted. "This is easier on my hips."

"Shit, this is so much better," I mumbled. I felt Lance shift his knees under himself a little more, and I shrieked again when his moving cock started brushing on... something deep in me that wildly approved of being brushed.

He didn't even wince, much less shush me this time. We were both getting a little winded by now, and he seemed to want to save his breath for driving into me even harder.

Time stretched. I lost pretty much all coherent thought in the moment, but I retained some memories.

I had touched myself enough to know what an orgasm feels like, right? But the overwhelming sensation I felt rising inside me made me realize that that is a bit like saying that I had ridden a bike, so I knew what a Harley is like.

"Oh, Lance," I gurgled. "This is... hnnggh... hnnggh." Whatever noise I was making, it was not words.

Suddenly, I was screaming as pleasure blasted its way through me. Fortunately, I was so overwhelmed that I made almost no noise, like I had no air to give to sound off. My ass was twitching like crazy, and I felt myself clamping even harder on his still-pumping cock.

It was a minor marvel to see someone scream that hard and make so little noise. I should have been relieved, but I was too busy reveling in how hard Fiona was coming--how hard I was making her come.

It was hard to make room for that revelry because I was reveling so hard in the sheer joy of pumping into her tight, wet pussy. I kept going despite the power of her orgasm, keeping her going.

I had never had the chance to have sex with different women on consecutive days, but idiot guys who think a pussy is a pussy is a pussy were clearly insane. I was experiencing something that was a whole different wonderful.

Yes, they both were tight. And they both were catastrophically young. And they both got wet instantly and stayed that way indefinitely. But they both felt utterly, fundamentally different around my cock at some foundational level that had nothing to do with the two different women who contained them.

Pussies are just different. And Vive Le Fucking Difference!

"You are amazing, Fiona!" I gasped. "I'm going to come here in a second."

"Please!" Fiona gasped. The girl liked to beg. Nothing submissive about it, but she did like to beg. "Please!"

With an explosive gasp that unfortunately was loud enough to undo all Fiona's quiet orgasming, I came. My hips lurched and swayed while I managed to keep going for all of one more thrust before I just buried myself in her as my balls, and prostate, and, hell, I dunno, probably my knees and left shoulder blade turned themselves inside out to fill her through our connection.

I don't think she came again, but only because the yelp of delight she made had enough oxygen to be loud. We both sort of froze there for some delightful amount of time, twitching in the aftershocks, before I collapsed on top of her.

She woofed at my full weight, and I swiftly rolled off beside her, inevitably popping free in the process.

We lay there and panted.

When enough energy returned to my muscles, I rolled over just enough to kiss her as tenderly and thankfully as I could. Dana might have ended my dry spell a month ago, but Fiona was her own unique and marvelous gift.

She kissed me back, then pulled away with a radiant, apparently recovered smile. "That was perfect. I can't wait to get good at this," she sighed.

Get good at this? Jesus.

Worse, Dana was still getting better at this, too.

I might die.

Fiona shifted beside me, suddenly uncertain. "Um, I'm a little worried that I might have bled on your sheets," she said quietly. I just kissed her again.

A small part of me was darkly pleased at the idea of such a trophy.

A larger part of me was darkly worried that I needed to buy several more sets of sheets. I did not have the time to do laundry that often, and I had the foreboding feeling that my daughter was now going to utterly refuse to wash any of my linens in this house for the foreseeable future... I had no prayer that she'd volunteer to actually make my bed ever again.

"I need water," Fiona croaked.

Come to think of it, so did I.

"You probably need to go to the bathroom first," I said, the voice of experience. "Then let's get dressed and head back to the kitchen.

"Good idea."

As she popped out of bed and danced toward my bathroom, I reflected that it was a shame we could not just wander down naked as we were.

Dressed, alas, we headed down toward the kitchen.

When we had heard them come upstairs, Hanna had grimaced and insisted we put on her noise-canceling headsets and play Call of Duty. I had left my headset in transparency mode without telling her. Fortunately, I suck at Call of Duty, so Hanna didn't notice I was distracted.

I needed to process how I felt about Fiona actually managing to land the man I had landed already. I teetered on the edge of anger at first. I knew I shouldn't. Hanna had been totally right to insist it was a good way to keep us all on the ground.

I needed that, I was afraid. Lance was far too wonderful for my good. Thank God he was kinda boring when he wasn't being magnificent. But it was still a little tempting to make Hanna call me Mom after all. What I was hearing down the hall made me simultaneously ready to discard such disastrous fantasies and more determined to fuck the man more and more than I was before.

And Hanna was not going to call Fiona 'Mom' either!

Whenever the two of them were both quiet at the same time, my mind occupied itself with fretting over whether Fiona and I should compare notes sometime when Dana was not around to stab us both.

Who was I kidding? We were going to compare notes whenever Hanna was not around!

I felt settled by the time they were done. Settled enough to snigger when I heard Lance's last, loud gasp.

I'd drawn that sound from him a few times.

Well done, Fiona!

I shot a look out of the corner of my eye at Hanna. She had her face in her hands.

Guess her headset didn't cancel as much noise as had been advertised.

I heard his door open, and as they passed, I called out, "Impressive, Fiona! Gonna need to make more noise myself!"

I heard a soft smack outside that had to be Lance face-palming, just a split second before Hanna's heaviest pillow slammed into the back of my head.

Thanks for coming back to my work after such a long break! I hope to write a little more again in the coming days. I have several promising drafts I'm working on, as well as a three-quel in this little world. It may or may not be what you are expecting...

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