This story is completely fictional. Every character in the story is over 18 years old.
Part 1.
My daughter Ashley ran up to the van window. “ Can Erica stay over tonight?”
I could see the excitement on her face. The girls high school soccer team had just won their third game in a row.
“Sure” I said with confidence as an idea popped into my head. It was Friday night after all.
Erica was my daughters best friend. They had grown close through soccer. She’s stayed over before. In fact, I love when she stays over.
Erica has a ripe, teenage body. 5’6. Hazel eyes. Dirty blonde hair that’s falls to her perky b cup tits. I know their (approximate) size because this wont be the first time I’ve seen them.
She usually walks around the house with my daughter in pajamas, which in this case is usually a crop top with no bra and very loose booty shorts. I can’t get enough.
I already have a hard time keeping my eyes off my own daughter’s tight athletic body. A better version of her mother’s.