by Madison,Mia
“I’ll be gentle,” I said, reassuring her.
She shook her head, then pointed outside. “Candace,” she whispered.
I looked out, startled to see my daughter by the pool, looking at the coffee cup I left behind.
“She’s gonna see us!” Alice said, panicking.
“No, she’s not,” I said. “It’s a one-way glass. We can see her but she can’t see us.”
As if she heard us, Candace looked up and stared straight at us. Even though I knew she wouldn’t be able to see through the thick, tinted glass, it was still unnerving, seeing her look directly at us while Alice was bent over on the treadmill, her breasts hanging, her legs apart, and I had my shorts down and my dick out, ready to fuck her friend.
Candace turned around and headed back inside. I knew she was looking for us, and I knew where she would go next.
Straight to the gym.
“She’s coming!” I said, pulling my shorts up.
“Oh, shit!” Alice said, pushing her shirt back over her breasts and struggling to get into her pants. We had about five seconds before that door opened. No time for her to put on her shoes. I grabbed them and hid them behind the treadmill, straightening up just as the door swung inwards.
“There you guys are,” Candace said. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Alice wanted to work out,” I said, forcing my heart rate to slow down and trying to keep my voice level. “So I showed her the gym.”
“Ugh,” Candace said. “I told you before, dad. What’s the point of a gym if there aren’t any hot guys strolling around and flexing their beefy muscles at you?”
“It has its advantages, Candice,” I said, the image of Alice standing on the treadmill with her legs apart and me lapping at her pussy coming to mind.
Candace shook her head, then, noticing Alice had no shoes on, she raised her eyebrows. “You go running without shoes?”
“Uh, sometimes,” Alice said, blushing.
Oh, fuck.
Candace looked at her in a funny way, then shrugged. “Anyway, we’ve got orientation today, remember? I thought maybe you want to go shopping first before we head out to the school?”
“Uh, sure.”
“Awesome. Come on. We can check out the campus gym too if you want. I’m sure the scenery there is much better than in here.”
Candace grabbed Alice’s hand and they left together.
“Fuck,” I said to myself, letting out a deep breath and slumping on the treadmill. I felt like a teenager all over again, sneaking out with my old girlfriend Betty from high school so we could go necking.
Except you’re sneaking around in your own home.
With a girl the same age as your daughter.
“Fuck,” I said again, shaking my head.
Girl Talk
Alice
Candace and I ate a quick breakfast at the local Panera Bread then proceeded to the mall, where we met up with some of her friends.
“Alice, this is Lori, Katy, and Brett. Everyone, Alice.”
After an exchange of hi’s we started strolling around. The mall had just opened, and there was hardly anyone there.
“So Candace,” Lori said. “When is this party your dad is throwing?”
“Sunday at four.”
“Party?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Candace said. “He’s throwing a pool party to celebrate my going off to college. Sorry, I mean our going off to college. He said your dad will be coming down?”
“Yeah, he is,” I said.
Crap.
I totally forgot about my dad. He’s flying in tomorrow, Friday. Between him and Candace around the house, I expect the chances of being alone with Marcus would drop to about zilch. I actually miss him already. In the span of a single day, I had gone from dreading the move to California to having the best time of my life.
There was something about Marcus that ticked off all the right boxes for me. For starters, he was a total, drop-dead gorgeous hunk of a package. Just looking at him makes me wet between the legs. But it wasn’t just the sexual attraction. For someone so good looking, and not to mention fucking loaded, he didn’t have any of the usual stigmas most other men in his position carried. He wasn’t arrogant, wasn’t so full of himself, and never looked down on anyone.
In short, he wasn’t a dick.
He had a commanding presence about him, a powerful male signature that was hard to describe but easily felt, and yet he was always respectful, always kind. His unique personality, combined with his panty-drenching good looks, made me wonder what happened between him and his ex, and why hasn’t anyone else snagged him yet.
Perhaps it was the sad, haunted expression I saw in him the first time we met. He was usually hard to read, but there was a moment, as I was staring at his reflection in the rearview mirror while at the backseat of the SUV, when he let his guard down. It was brief, a fraction of a second, when a sadness passed over his face, and then it was gone. I never saw it again, but I knew I didn’t just imagine it.
It was a missing piece of the puzzle that was Marcus Mansfield, and I need to solve it.
“Woohoo,” Brett said, pumping his arms animatedly in the air, confirming my suspicion that he was gay. “Party at the Mansfield house. I get to see your hot dad again, Candace. Please tell me he’ll be in his swim trunks without any shirt on. Please!”
“Stop it, Brett!” Candace said, punching him in the arm.
“Brett has had the hots for Candace’s dad for a while now,” Lori explained to me. “He said Mr. Mansfield is the reason he turned gay in the first place.”
“It’s totally true,” Brett said, sidestepping around Candace to avoid another punch. “I love him.”
“Shut up, Brett, that’s gross,” Candace said, giving him the finger.
“I love him, I love him, I love him!” Brett said, prancing around Candace.
“You’re so annoying. Come on, Alice, let’s go. Alice and I are going to go shopping, then we have to do this orientation thing at the school. Later, Lori, Katy.”
“Later, Candace,” Lori said. “Nice to meet you, Alice.”
Candace pulled me away from the group. “Ugh, that Brett is impossible.”
I smiled. “Looks like he really likes your dad.”
“Yeah, I don’t know why my dad even humors him when they come to the house. He should just tell him to stay the fuck away.”
“Your dad’s a nice person.”
“Yeah, a fat lot of luck that did him,” she said sarcastically.
“What do you mean?” I said, my ears perking up.
“It’s just that people are stepping all over him and he doesn’t even know it. And by people I mean my bitch of a mom.”
Whoah.
“Why, what happened? If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine.”
“No, it’s totally okay. It’s ancient history anyway, but it just irks me when I think about it. Mom and dad had been married for what, eighteen years or something? He really loved her, maybe that’s the problem, but I knew she wasn’t being faithful to him. She’d be like all nice to him, con him into buying her a brand new car, jewelry, giving her money to go shopping and stuff, and this was when we didn’t have any money. We were living in a shitty apartment in a shitty neighborhood, and dad drove a shitty Nissan that kept breaking, while my mom had a shiny new red Beemer.”
Seeing the current lifestyle of Candace and Marcus, it was hard to imagine they were once poor.
“How do you know she was fooling around?”
“Because I caught her, several times in fact.”
“No way,” I said, staring at her.
Candace shook her head. “Mom must have thought I was as stupid as she was. I mean, the guys would come to our house when dad was slaving away at a job he hated, and she’d introduce the douchebags to me as her cousin from Pasadena, or cousin from San Diego. Yeah right, except one day I caught her with a guy’s dick down her throat in the kitchen. In the fuckin
g kitchen, Alice!”
I blushed, guilt slicing through me like a hot knife on butter, the images from last night’s carnal debauchery flooding my mind.
Oh, shit.
“Sorry,” I said, meaning it in more ways than she could possibly know.
“Anyway, she finally up and left us after she had driven him completely broke and he couldn’t support her shopping addiction anymore. And you know what the worst thing was? She blamed him for not being man enough and smart enough to get a job that pays more. The nerve of that bitch!” Candace shouted before forcing herself to calm down.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, taking her hand and patting it.
“Oh Alice,” Candace said, surprising me by turning and hugging me. “I didn’t mean to dump all this on you.”
“It’s okay,” I said, returning the hug.
We held each other for a few seconds before Candace let go, wiping a few tears away with the back of her hand.
“Anyway,” she said as we started walking again. “It worked out for the better. It was tough, really tough for dad the first couple of months. He hardly ate, drank too much, and got himself fired from his job, but he rose above it and put his life together with a vengeance, and look at us now.”
“I’m glad it finally worked out for you.”
“How about your family? Any major drama there?”
I laughed. “No, I’m afraid my life has been a complete bore compared to yours. I don’t think mom or dad cheated or anything like that. They just started drifting apart slowly over the years. Finally mom said she wanted to move on with her life, do something different.”
“Huh, yeah, that’s totally boring,” Candace said, sliding a glance at me before chuckling.
We went into a few swimsuit places and she had me try out about a billion bikinis. At last we settled on a simple but stunning white two piece from a store called Everything But Water. I cringed at the $200 price tag but Candace insisted she pay for it.
We walked for another half an hour or so, chatting about boys and shoes and future plans and stuff, and bumped into Lori, Katy and Brett a couple of times. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Candace. She felt like a sister I never had, and we seemed to have so much stuff in common, except for the sexual experience part, which, if what she was saying was true, she had a ton of.
Eventually my mind circled back to Marcus and my dilemma. I liked him a lot, and if I were to be completely honest with myself, I think I’ve actually fallen for him. But Candace and Marcus have already been through a lot, and I didn’t want to be the source of yet another issue they have to deal with. What could I offer Marcus other than more problems? What will people around him say if they found out about us? What will Candace say? What will Candace think? I could only imagine the stigma he would have to face when people found out he was having a relationship with a teenager, someone who was half his age and his friend’s daughter?
No, I couldn’t let that happen.
As we left the mall and headed to the school for our orientation, my heart suddenly felt extremely heavy with the knowledge that I knew what I had to do.
For his sake. And Candace.
Starry Night
Marcus
It seemed completely lonely to be in the house by myself.
I’ve never felt like this in the two years since Candace and I moved here. I had my business to run, and I ran it as well and as best as I could. The fact that I made it to where I am now is still a bit of a mystery to me, almost as if I didn’t deserve this level of success.
Candace, being the completely social girl that she was, always hung out with her friends so she usually wasn’t home either, but that didn’t bother me.
The new element in the equation was, of course, Alice.
From the moment Candace pulled her away from the gym this morning, I felt as if Candace had taken a piece of me away as well. The last time I felt that was when Barbara walked out on me. It took me a while to get over that, and a part of me still remained afraid of it happening again. That was probably a big part of why I haven’t really gone out with other women.
I was afraid of the hurt.
With Alice though, I was willing to go there, willing to be vulnerable again.
She was worth it.
I remembered her when Candace and I visited Barry in Colorado some ten years ago. My office was sending me to a conference near where they lived, and I took advantage of that so I could meet with him again. I had to take Candace with me despite my complaint that the airfare was going to be expensive because Barbara said she was going to visit her sister in Irvine and didn’t want her tagging along.
Alice stood out even back then. I knew she was going to turn out to be a beautiful young woman one day, and she had that unique quiet, innocent yet strong personality I admired.
I had no fucking idea at the time I would someday fall in love with her.
Yes, I recognized the signs. I’d been there once before, and even though I’ve barely known Alice, it’s one of those things that’s undeniable. It hits you, you feel it, and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it.
I mulled over my situation as I made my way to the office.
What to do?
I had to admit I haven’t been this happy in a long time. Alice brought back the spark in me, put back a bounce in my stride that had been missing, not to mention an almost constant hard-on.
Fuck, she was smoking hot at the gym.
That spanking session was intense. I was glad she enjoyed it. That meant she was open to some kinky stuff, and I had a lot of kinky stuff I could teach her. In the early years when Barb and I were dating, we did a lot of experimentation and exploring. It started with spanking sessions but quickly moved on to whips, blindfolds, and full-on bondage games with all kinds of exotic toys.
Those times were among the most erotically stimulating experiences in my life, so much so that when I had this house built I added a secret room underground and stacked it with a bunch of high-end BDSM equipment, hoping to someday be able to recapture the magic of those early years with the right person.
Would Alice enjoy those? Was she the right person?
I was getting a massive erection just thinking of the possibilities.
I sat down and tried to focus on my work. I had a lot of things to take care of before the weekend. In a way it was good the girls were out of the house. I would have been way too distracted with Alice around. I would get my stuff done, and later tonight, when Candace goes to bed, I would have my fun with Alice.
It was almost seven in the evening when Candace and Alice got home. I had cooked spaghetti with meatballs - Candace’s favorite - two hours ago thinking they would be home by then.
“How did it go?” I asked as I heated up the sauce.
“Ugh. It took forever,” Candace replied, placing a few shopping bags on the floor.
“Which took forever, the orientation or the shopping?”
“Both, but we snagged a nice bikini for Alice, right?” Candace said, winking at Alice.
“Uh, yeah,” Alice said, blushing a bit as she snuck a glance at me before turning away.
“She looks so fucking sexy in it, dad, I swear, you’re gonna drool!”
“Really?” I said, staring at Alice, already looking forward to her new bathing suit and how quickly I would be removing them. Alice, however, refused to meet my look.
That’s strange.
“The spaghetti will be warm in a few minutes. I hope you like spaghetti, Alice.”
Alice shrugged, still refusing to look at me.
Okay, now that’s really strange. Seems like she’s avoiding me.
“Good, cuz I’m starving,” Candace said.
“So everything went well with the orientation?” I asked, trying to fish for more information.
“Yeah, it was fine.”
“How about you, Alice? Are you two in the same classes?”
“We’ve got two classes together,” Alice said, her atte
ntion seemingly focused at a point on the floor. “Uh, I’m gonna go to my room. I’m feeling kinda tired.”
She started moving toward the stairs.
“Don’t you want to eat dinner first, Alice?” I called after her.
“Uh, maybe later. Thanks.” She took the stairs two steps at a time as she hurried up.
Candace walked into the living room, slumped down on the couch, and pointed the remote at the TV.
“You sure everything’s okay?” I asked, looking at her through the steam rising from the stove.
“Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know. Alice seemed… quiet. Detached.”
Candace glanced at me and shrugged. “She seems fine to me. Maybe the orientation sapped all the brain cells in her. It certainly felt that way to me.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I said, stirring the sauce in the pot. That could be the reason, though I had a nagging suspicion that wasn’t quite it.
I switched off the stove, swirled pasta onto two plates, scooped some sauce and meatballs in, and brought them to the dining table.
“Chow time,” I said.
Candace killed the TV and sat in her usual spot on the dining table. I grabbed some water for her and a glass of red wine for myself.
“Hey, slow down,” I said, watching Candace inhale the food.
“Sorry, dad. Starving.”
“You guys didn’t eat anything?”
“We had breakfast,” she said between mouthfuls. “But that was it. I thought the orientation would be like thirty minutes and we would be able to grab lunch afterward, but it lasted most of the day. So boring!”
“Hmm, Alice must be starving, then.”
“Probably.”
“So what do you think of her?” I said, taking my time with my food and sipping my wine. Ever since I left the military I learned the pleasure of eating slowly and savoring my meal - something that the younger generation hasn’t quite picked up, it seems.
“She’s totally cool,” Candace said, gulping down her glass of water noisily. “She’s easy to talk to, easy to get along with. In a way she’s kinda like a sister I never had.”
