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The Girl in the Red Dress

Date: 1/1/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: spuddick, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

bathroom , he said. But I know the drill. He's been doing this since I was ten." This father seemed like a colorful character. I would make sure to keep him for one of my novels. "Divorced?" I asked without thinking. There was no stopping my intuitive and narcissistic nature from showing itself at every opportunity. She was understandably taken aback. She took another sip and said, "Yes, obviously. I just wish he wouldn't take me to these things. When I was young it made sense but now it's just..." "Right. Of course, sorry." She was silent so I drank. Her eyes shifted as she shadowed me. "Every time you drink you get more nervous," I said, the alcohol making me bold. "Yes, so?" "You aren't supposed to be drinking are you?" "I'm 19." Now I understood everything. While her father was out hitting on his new girlfriend, she had swiped a drink off a table. Now, she was afraid he would return, find her with alcohol, and flip out. He was a good father, but not good enough to know to hide his post-maritial affairs from the daughter who was still struggling with the end of her parents marriage -- even so many years later. Now I had everything. Yet, I was still invested in the conversation. It was something in her eyes. "He'd hate to see you drinking, wouldn't he?" "My dad? Oh God, he thinks I'm the same little girl I was when I was ten. If he saw me even looking at this glass he'd just freak." I examined her face. The thought seemed to excite her. I let her talk. "Not that I'd mind. ... I'd love him to see me for what I am." "What are you?" "Well, nothing bad," she said, "I'm just not his little girl anymore." "No," I said, "you certainly are not." Her lips paused on the rim of her glass. She looked at me, sensing a come-on. I hadn't meant it that way. "I didn't mean it like that." I looked down at her, a whole head shorter than me but only two years younger. Her hair, full and shiny and dark as anything, covered her shoulders and spilled onto her chest, resting gently against her breathing breasts. They were well shaped, round, the nipples gently covered by her dress. Her cleavage was tasteful, she clearly wasn't out looking for something tonight. Her back, laid bare by the open fabric of her dress, arched carefully towards her legs. They stemmed out from from beneath the flapping tails of her dress. I couldn't see anything else, but I suddenly felt the tug of a desire to know what was there. Perhaps I did mean it that way. "That's okay, I understand." She turned away. I saw her behind. The cut out part of her dress revealed a perfect furrowed back and below that... "Don't go," I said, almost pathetically. She was on to me now, though I had only just realized my attraction to her. She turned back around, smiling. Girls love the attention even if they themselves have no interest. "I'm not going..." her eyes slid off of me. I turned around to see a tall gray haired man slipping out the front door with a young blonde. Her blue eyes turned dull. She was suddenly ...