A fair exchange -1

It was late Friday afternoon. Bob was greeted by his precocious teenage daughter, Meagan, at the after-school care center with a gleeful, “Daddiiiiiiiiiii!” The fourteen year-old daughter flew across the gymnasium floor and leaped into his outstretched arms, hugging him tightly around the neck, her dark thick brunette hair engulfing his face. Most of the other girls were long gone and Meagan was of only three girls left.

“I’ve missed you, Daddy!” the girl exclaimed in all sincerity.

“I’ve missed you too, pumpkin,” the young father responded. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“You’re always late!” she scolded.

“I know, I know, but…”

“That’s okay!” she interrupted. “Carley’s mom hasn’t picked her up yet either.” Looking about, he saw Carley, Meagan’s best friend. Bob waved at the taller blonde teenage girl who flashed him a big smile. Carley always seemed to have a big smile.

Bob set Meagan down and sent her to gather her things while he signed her out. When he had completed the roster, he looked about and saw the two girls animatedly chatting. Knowing that he’d be there for who knows how long if he didn’t drag Meagan away, Bob strolled over to the two girls.

“C’mon, Meagan. We need to go.”

“Can Carley spend the night, Daddy?” his daughter asked with doleful eyes.

Bob hated to tell her ‘no’. He always enjoyed the chaos that ensued when Carley spent the night, but it just wasn’t practical. Not with the sparsely furnished one-bedroom dump he now called home. “I don’t think that would work, sweetheart; maybe some other night.” The two sad faces nearly broke his resolve, but it really just wouldn’t work.

Bob turned to Carley. “Where’s your mom, Carley? Or is this your dad’s weekend?”

“Mom’s late,” answered the pretty blonde with a worried frown. “She’s never this late.”

‘Oh, yes, she is,’ thought Bob. The woman was a space cadet, sweet, but forgetful. “Well, if need be, I can take you home.”

“Would you?”

“Sure, I just have to sign you out. Now c’mon, you two, let’s get a move on it.”

Bob returned to the sign-out desk and signed Carley out. By a long standing agreement, Bob and his ex had provided a backup for Carley’s mom and Carley’s mom had provided a backup for them. It was a good arrangement that had served both families well for several years, ever since Carley and Meagan became pals back in second grade.

It was a short ride to Carley’s house. He was pleased to see her mom’s car in the driveway. ‘Probably in there doing her hair,’ he thought ruefully, conjuring up an image of the woman stroking her hair in the nude. He always envisioned Carley’s mom in the nude, usually groveling beneath him as he thrust into her. But alas, it was only a daydream.

‘If my circumstances were better,’ he lamented, ‘I’d definitely make a play for her, but at the time being…’

His pleasant thoughts of carnality were interrupted by Carley’s effusive goodbye and the slamming of his car door. He watched as the vivacious young girl ran to the front door, opened it and disappeared inside.

With Carley safe at home, Bob could now turn his full attention to this weekend. He’d have Meagan until 6 PM on Sunday and he intended to make the best of every minute of it. “How about if we get a bite to eat and then figure out what to do this weekend?” he suggested.

“Can we go to a movie?” Meagan asked hopefully.

“How about if we rent one?” he countered keenly aware of the severely depleted state of his wallet.

“There’s a great new movie, The Glops,” she said. “It’s the best movie ever! Please?”

“Well, I…”

“Please, Daddy?”

Bob knew that there was no use in resisting. As always, he'd spend more than he planned to on Meagan this weekend and just suffer the consequences later in the week; he could always eat peanut butter for his supper too.

The animated movie was predictably dreadful, and not worth watching on TV, much less the nearly thirty five bucks he had to shell out for tickets and popcorn. No matter, Meagan loved it and that was all that really mattered to Bob. Afterwards she wanted to go get ice cream, but he declined, saying that they would go get ice cream tomorrow.

Back at the apartment, they sat on the used sofa sleeper he’d bought at the second-hand store and watched a little TV. Other than the TV, the sofa was the only other furnishing in the nearly bare room. It wasn’t really all that late, but Bob was exhausted from working so much over time. Wearily, he pulled out the sofa bed and made it ready for Meagan while she was off brushing her teeth. Soon she came out wearing one of his t-shirts as a night shirt. He kissed his pretty dark haired daughter goodnight and then retired to his bedroom.

As was his custom, he stripped nude and haphazardly tossed his dirty clothes in the pile growing in one corner. He then crawled into his bed, bought at the same thrift shop where he found the sofa, and was soon hard asleep.

Morning came. Bob woke when Meagan went to the bathroom that was accessed from the bedroom. Not wanting to waste what little time he had with the joy of his life, he hopped out of bed and went straight away to the doorless closet, rooting around inside the open boxes where he kept his clothes. He found a pair of boxers and was about to slip them on when Meagan came out of the bath.

“I caught you, Daddy!” she rolled her eyes as he stepped into the boxers. “You’re naked!”

Embarrassed that he’d been caught that way, he quickly pulled the boxers on and mumbled, “Sorry, baby. You shouldn’t have seen that.”

“That’s okay. Carley sees her daddy naked all the time. He doesn’t even try to hide it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah! She says…” Meagan clammed up and tried to think of a way to recover from her carelessly spoken words.

“Carley says what?”

“I, I think I said too much already.”

“Hmmmm, maybe you have. What Carley’s parents do is private. It’s their business and no one else’s. If she’s shared something with you in confidence, then you should you keep her confidence.

“You need to be careful, pumpkin. If you said that to someone else, they might take it the wrong way and Carley’s dad could get in big trouble. There’s nothing wrong with nudity, in and of its self, especially within a family. And I… ”

Now it was Bob’s turn to clam up, wishing he could back up and maybe take another tact. “Anyway, you’ve seen me… so what?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Baby. And neither do I.”

He turned and rummaged around until he found a pair of shorts. “Now, give me a minute and then I’ll fix us some breakfast.”

After breakfast, Meagan wanted to go swimming. She ducked into her dad’s bedroom, found the box with her stuff and located the swim suit she kept at his apartment.

Down at the pool, Bob kept a watchful eye on her. The pool area was crowded with lots of girls and a few adults. To Bob, all of the adults looked to be unsavory, and most of the girls didn’t seem much better, not that anyone was openly misbehaving. It was just that the clientele of this apartment building didn’t appear to be the best class of people.

As always, Bob kept to himself even though one, deeply tanned and scantily clad buxom woman, did catch his attention. He judged her to be older than himself, maybe mid-thirties. She wasn’t unattractive, not with her large tits practically spilling out of the too small top, and the way she was sitting, her skimpy bottoms seemed to have all but disappeared, giving her the appearance of being nude. When this rough-looking, long haired, heavily tattooed dude with a ring hanging from his nose came and sat down beside her, his interest in her diminished. After a few moments, they rose and the tattooed creep led her away with his hand on her butt. ‘I know what you’re up to,’ he thought with a snicker.

Just then a ruckus erupted in the pool. A group of black boys had a black girl surrounded and were tossing her bikini top back and forth between them. As the girl lunged for her top, she came out of the water exposing her wet brown jugs for all to see. No one made any attempt to help the girl, including Bob. He was familiar with this arrogant group of thugs and knew that if he interfered, the punks would retaliate against him. Soon the group broke up as the boys all climbed out of the pool, taking with them the hapless black girl’s top.

Defiantly she climbed out of the water cursing, “You mother fuckers!” and strode over to where she had her towel. With her modesty returned, she joined the laughing thugs only to have her bottoms yanked down exposing her butt. She squeeled and cursed, but was then willingly led off by the gang of boys.

‘Good grief,’ Bob thought shaking his head, ‘she’s going to fuck the whole lot of them!’

Bob had had enough of the pool and exposing his teenage daughter to his crass neighbors, so they headed back to his sparsely furnished apartment. They had gone back upstairs and Bob was fixing them lunch when his cell phone rang. The voice on the other end sounded so weak, he hardly recognized it. It was Carley’s mom. “Bob, I need a favor,” said the weak voice.

“Sure, anything,” he replied.

“I hate to ask you this, but I’m really not feeling very well.”

“Oh? What’s the problem?”

“Must be something I ate,” she replied. “Look, I tried to get a hold of Rodger, but he’s off fishing this weekend. I know you have Meagan this weekend, and I was wondering if you’d watch out for Carley for me and maybe let her spend the night?”

He could hardly say ‘no’ as it was only last month she had done the same thing for him. It was his weekend and he was sick as a dog, having eaten something that had stayed in the refrigerator a little too long. Meagan’s mother was nowhere to be found and Carley’s mom came to the rescue, not only by taking Meagan off his hands, but making sure that he was okay too.

“Sure. No problem. I’ll come pick her up right away. Is there anything I can get for you? Some medicine… something to eat?”

“No, I’m okay… not really, but I’ll live,” she chuckled weakly and adding, “I hope. I really appreciate this, Bob.”

“Anytime. You know that,” he replied sincerely.

An hour later, they were back at his apartment. The wrinkled-up-nose expression that Carley made when she entered the Spartan digs was not missed by Bob.

‘At least I have the cock roaches under control,’ he thought dourly.

Soon none of it mattered as the girls settled in comfortably. Bob soon forgot about his lowly state and just enjoyed the antics of the two young teenage beautiful girls. They had no trouble at all entertaining themselves. That evening, dinner and ice cream for three sorely taxed his limited resources, but Bob just gutted up and dealt with it.

It wasn’t until later that night that the trouble began. Carley was trying to open up a quart bottle of strawberry soda when it literally exploded all over the kitchen, drenching her in sticky pink liquid. Cleaning up the floor and cabinets wasn’t the problem; cleaning up Carley was the problem.

He sent the girls into his bedroom with instructions for Carley to get a bath. Through the close doors, he could hear the two girls playing in the bath, squealing and splashing. It really wasn’t what he had expected, but he rolled his eyes and accepted it, not just that the two girls were bathing together, but that his bathroom floor was also being positively flooded during their game.

Suddenly he heard a loud, ‘THUMP!’ followed immediately by the wailing of one of the girls crying. Then he heard a plea for help. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

Throwing caution to the wind, Bob sprang into action. Thankfully the door locks didn’t work, so he had no problem gaining access to the bathroom, where he found the two girls, nude in the tub, with Carley clutching the back of her head as tears flooded down her flushed cheeks.

Quickly Bob checked her out, her injuries that is, but in doing so he couldn’t help but check her out in other ways and at the same time check out his equally naked daughter as well. To his relief, there wasn’t any bleeding and there didn’t seem to be a knot forming on the back of the blonde’s head. Bob couldn’t help but notice that both girls had started to develop tits. Just low mounds now, but soon they would both be sporting a noticeable rack. Carley was little more developed than Meagan, but then again it may have been that her fat pink aureoles and nipples were so much larger and physically pronounced. Then again, Meagan’s dark little nips were cute as hell! With the girls sitting in the water it was hard to see much of anything other than their tits, but that was certainly pleasant enough sight for the ogling dad.

It took several minutes though for Carley to stop crying. All the while Bob comforted her as best he could, his eyes darted from one set of sprouting adolescent tits to the other. He was also very well aware of his own discomfort from his mis-positioned cock that was understandably, yet inconveniently very erect.

The crying ebbed to mere sobs and then the sob’s disappeared as well. Regretting that the show would soon be over, Bob ventured, “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“I guess,” the pretty little blonde minx managed weakly.

“Are you sure? You’re not dizzy or feeling faint?”

“No, I think I’m okay,” she answered, her blue eyes still puffy and red from crying. “But, I’m getting cold.” The water in the tub was indeed tepid by this time.

“Well, let’s get you dried off and dressed,” he directed.

To Bob’s surprise, she stood, unfazed or unaware of her nudity. He helped her maintain her balance and stood with her. The floor had indeed been flooded, and sitting, comforting the injured girl, Bob’s shorts were now soaking wet too. That wasn’t the problem though, the problem was the errant hard-on that was plainly evident. He quickly reached down his shorts and adjusted himself. Carley shocked him when she quipped, “You’ve got a hard on, Mr. Bob!”

Bob ignored the comment as best he could, his ears ringing with the sniggering of the two girls. Grabbing a worn, thin towel, he tried to cover her up, stammering, “Uh, you girls had, uh, best get dressed and, uh, Meagan, you be sure and uh, mop up this floor.” With the situation well in hand and his presence no longer justified, Bob scurried from the bath.

Safely away from the two nude girls, Bob was relieved that Carley hadn’t gotten hurt and at the same time apprehensive as to how physically aroused he had gotten by the whole experience. ‘They are just girls,’ he chastised himself, ‘and your daughter no less!’ Retrieving a cold beer from the fridge, he set about calming himself as best he could. Sipping his beer, he heard the familiar silly laughter of the two girls, indicating that all was well. After quickly downing the beer, he got himself another one and walked the two steps back into the living area.

Glancing to his right, he saw that he had inadvertently left the bedroom door open. At that moment the two girls, stepped from the bath and into the bedroom still naked. For a brief moment, the two girls froze, and then seeing him looking at them, screamed and dashed out of sight in a fit of giggling. This did nothing to help his agitated condition. It was all quite accidental, but Bob was well aware of the accusations that could be made if any of this episode became public, especially from his spiteful ex. Having no other better plan at the moment, he ducked back into the kitchen to wait until the girls were dressed again.

While he waited, sipping the second beer, the giggling drifting from the bedroom went on unabated. Suddenly both girls appeared in the kitchen, clad only in panties and covering their little titties with their hands.

“Daddy. All of Carley’s clothes got wet in the bathroom,” said his daughter by way of explanation. “She had to borrow panties from me, but they’re too tight.” Bob couldn’t help but look for himself. Sure enough, the panties were stretched around the larger girl’s waist to breaking point. Carley twisted uncomfortably in the too tight panties, the thin material having ridden up into her pussy slit.

“Can she borrow one of your t-shirts?”

“Uh, uh, of course,” he stammered. The two girls wheeled about and when they did, Bob saw that the too tight garment only covered half of Carley’s ass with the top half of her tight butt plainly on display. With his problem growing worse, “Damn,” was all he could mutter under his breath.

Continues to A FAIR EXCHANGE -2