The gathering (party?) with Ella’s friends lasted for quite awhile. Despite feeling the old man in the group, I enjoyed their banter, their discussions of the future, their love of good wine (and whiskey), and their general intelligence. Naturally, I was more drawn to the women, though I could see Jeremy’s natural charm and grace.
By ten o’clock or so, we were all tired of talking and in that chill part of the evening, with food and wine rounding any sharp edges. Jeremy looked at Ellen and she nodded, and they got up together. “Ellen rode with me, and I’m tired, so we’re going to head out,” he said. I escorted them to the door, thanking them for coming – a firm handshake from him and a pleasant hug and kiss on the cheek from Ellen. “See you soon, we hope, Mr. _______,” she said, as they departed.
I turned back to the room, finding Monica and Ella chatting together on the couch. “Dad,” said my daughter, “Monica has had a bit too much to drink, and really shouldn’t drive.” I looked at Monica, and she shrugged sheepishly. I said, “Well, why don’t you girls hang out, and I’ll put the parking pass in her car so it doesn’t get towed.” “Oh, you’re the best,” said Monica, handing me her keys. I grabbed the guest pass and left to put it in her car. They were giggling together on the couch as I shut the door.
It was with some mixed feelings of relief and disappointment when I heard Monica was spending the night. I had looked forward to talking out the previous night’s…activities…with Ella. But, clearly, having Monica around made such discussions unlikely. I located her car, and returned to the apartment after placing the pass in the window.
When I came in, the women were both on the couch still, but changed into yoga pants and sweatshirts. “Hi Dad,” said Ella brightly, at almost the same time as Monica said, “Thanks, Mr. _______.” “Please, Monica, you’ve known me long enough and you’re a woman now, you can call me ‘Jim,’ or if you must, ‘James.'” Monica giggled and said, “Okay….James” and giggled again, as did Ella. At this point, I wondered whether my sense of female attraction hadn’t failed me, as far as Monica was concerned. However, I mentioned that I was tired, and was taking myself to my room to read. They both rose and gave me hugs…both layering their bodies against mine *very* warmly, and I betook myself to my room to read and retire.
I heard them go into Ella’s room not long after me, talking quietly and giving voice to the occasional giggle. Monica made me smile, and Ella…was like my daughter again, as if nothing had occurred to reverse our authority…to have her in control of me. I wondered briefly if that was a one-time journey…a fling on her part to see if she had the power over men she perceived…or if it was more.
An hour or so after they went into Ella’s room, and all was silent, I was finishing a novel and heard a light tapping at my door. Tossing off thoughts of Poe, I pulled on a robe and opened it. There stood Monica, again with the sheepish expression. “Mr. ___…I mean, Jim…I can’t sleep. I’m achy from soccer practice today. Do you have any ibuprofen?” she asked. I said, “I do. It’s in my medicine cabinet here. Wait one second and I’ll grab it.” I left her standing in the doorway in her exercise shorts and sweatshirt. When I came back with the pills, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, bent over and rubbing her calves. “Here, sweetie,” I said, handing her water and the ibuprofen. She took them, and again bent over, rubbing them. “Just a cramp…sorry Jim. I’ll be out in a moment,” she said.
Feeling a vibe from her, I said, “Not to be too forward, but I’m fairly good at massage. Do you want me to work on those muscles a bit?” She reply, “Oh would you? Please?” and turned over on her stomach and scooted up the bed. I noticed that she didn’t have any issues with her legs, but figuring discretion was the better part of Eros, elected to say nothing. I had some coconut oil in the kitchen, and after I retrieved it, began working on her calves. At first, she simply said things like “Yes – right there” and “That’s the spot.” I could feel the knots in her calves after all, and they were definitely taut. But so were her gorgeous soccer muscles, and I was thoroughly enjoying (as was my cock) playing with them.
At last she sighed and rolled over and said, “Would you do my quads, as well?” with a gentle smile? I nodded, and she closed her eyes. I began at the bottom, working near the knees, and up the outsides of her thighs. “Mmmmm” she uttered, sounding feline in her pleasure. As I finished, she gently hiked up her shorts so they exposed more of her thighs. “Jim…don’t stop there…I have other sore spots,” she said, *very* innocently and matter-of-fact, eyes still closed. She slowly spread her legs a bit as I worked inward, the farce of a massage slowly eroding. “Yessss” escaped her lips, her eyes shut still, but her body tensing a bit. As I touched the edge of her pussy, she whimpered lightly and spread her legs more. She arched her hips then, and I slid down her exercise shorts, and she sighed happily. There was nothing underneath. “Eat me, Jim…please…I need to be touched more…” she said, quietly.
I leaned down, her pussy covered in light golden, soft, curls, lighter but like the hair on her head. It was trimmed, and I gently parted her lips to open her up. She moaned and gripped the sheets as I used the tip of my tongue on her clit. “Yessss” she said again, her beautiful hips and ass pushing toward my face. I sucked her clit into the edge of my lips and began tonguing it inside my mouth. “Oh fuckkkkkk” she moaned, simultaneously trying to stay still and buck at the same time. I gently pushed two fingers into her pussy as I licked and she came a moment later, crying quietly between clenched teeth.
I paused to watch her…to see what she needed. She sat up, and took my wet fingers into her mouth, moaning. Then when they were clean, she rolled over and pushed her gorgeous, muscular, ass up in the air. She said, “Finger my asshole, James, then fuck me. Hold my hips and use my cunt…please James…hurry.” I moved behind her, sliding my wet finger into her ass, which parted very easily and then clenched my finger as she moaned. “Now fuck me,” she hissed…”do it now…hard.” I only momentarily wondered about the note of command…then I was inside her wet, tight, pussy, my cock fitting it perfectly. I pushed into her, deeply, and held her there a moment, flexing my cock, holding her hips, and just being inside her. She sighed and moaned and twisted, then I was holding her hips and banging against her thighs. “Yes…” she said…then “YES…” again, then commanded “COME IN ME, JAMES” and I unloaded my come deeply in her…draining myself to softness, then collapsing against her, my cock inside her, chest on her back.
We lay there for some minutes, until I felt her moving. When I parted from her, she rolled over, her eyes soft and happy. She opened her arms, saying, “Come here, babe” and I collapsed into them, enjoying the mixed smell of her sex and her deodorant and her perfume and the light smell of bleach from her t-shirt. She snuggled down, holding me. I was sure I imagined seeing movement in the hallway as I closed my eyes, but hearing nothing, I was not alarmed, and drifted off to sleep.
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