Chapter 6
Gretchen looked over her shoulder as Larry came into the kitchen. "Good morning, Daddy." She put the bacon on a paper towel to drain and turned around to face him. "You look like you've been dragged through a knothole backwards," she chuckled.
"I didn't get much sleep," he mumbled as he sat down at the table.
She poured a cup of coffee and set it in front of him. "Annette must be quite a woman." She dished up two plates of scrambled eggs, added bacon and toast, and sat down across from him. "I'm glad I fixed a big breakfast."
"So am I," he replied. "I'm famished."
"I hope your appetite was as hearty last night. A man should never take a woman to bed unless he's ready to give his very best."
"I ought to have closed the door," he mumbled. "I forgot you were here." He paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. "I'm not comfortable talking to my daughter about my sex life."
"Daddy, I'm a grown woman. If I'm going to live here, even for a little while, you have to accept that. This is your home. I don't expect you to stop bringing a woman home when the mood strikes you.-likewise, I expect to be able to bring a man home if the mood strikes me."
"Well, that's something I hadn't thought about. You bringing a man home, I mean."
"I'll close my bedroom door if you want me to," she said innocently.
"How much did you see?"
"Do you mean how long did I watch you?" she said. "Not long. I didn't time it. I was interested in what she was doing."
"I feel like a cad. At the very least, I ought to have closed the bedroom door. Probably shouldn't have brought her here in the first place."
"Don't be silly, Daddy. Of course you should have brought her here. This is your home. Some people might think the idea outdated, but I still believe that a man's home is his castle."
"No, it was the height of irresponsibility."
"Baloney. You evidently enjoyed yourself. I guess she did, too, or she wouldn't have stayed all night."
He took the last bite of toast and looked at her with a serious expression. "I hope what you saw your father doing wasn't too traumatic."
"Traumatic!" she exclaimed. "Daddy, maybe you don't want to accept it, but I know all about the birds and bees. What I saw you two doing wasn't traumatic." She purposely stressed the word, made it almost a gibe. "Titillating, yes. But definitely not traumatic. Is she good, or were you just starved for pussy?"
"Gretchen!" he said softly.
"You must have been pretty good. I heard her scream several times during the night."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I want you to realize that I'm no longer a little girl, Daddy." She pushed her chair back and stood. "Look at me, Daddy! I'm a big girl. I wear a 36D bra. I'm used to men not looking at my face when I talk to them. I don't like it, but I'm used to it." She opened her robe and proudly flaunted her naked body. "See what I mean?" She supported her tits with her hands and arched her back to make them stand out further.
"Gretchen!" he gasped, staring at her in amazement. No matter how much he thought he ought to, he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her pulchritude, her sexual aura, held him like a magnet.
She ignored him and fluffed up her muff. "Not bad for a blonde, is it? Annette is a brunette. They usually have a thicker bush than a blonde. Do you like thick bushes?"
"Gretchen!" he gasped again. "I'm your father!"
She dropped her hands to her sides and said, "And I'm your daughter, Daddy. But I'm not a little girl any more. Oh, I know I'll always be your little girl in a very special way, but not the way you seem to keep thinking of me. I've probably done things you've never thought about. You have to accept that I'm sexually active, or I'll have to move out."
"No, I don't want you to move out," he said quickly.
She took a step toward him, stopped when the phone rang. "Shit," she muttered, irritated by the untimely interruption. A few more minutes and she would have had him kissing her pussy. Well, maybe sucking her nipples, at least. She picked up the phone, cleared her throat, and said, "Hello."
"Hi," Jennifer said. "Ready to look at some repair shops?"
Gretchen took another step closer to Larry and left her robe open while she talked. Her free hand roamed idly over her body, touching her nipples, her thighs and her luxuriant blonde bush.
"Oh, hi, Jennifer. Yeah, I guess so. When?"
"I'll pick you up in a few minutes. You sound funny. Did I interrupt something?"
Gretchen looked at her father and smiled wistfully. "I don't know. I didn't get far enough to tell. I'll be ready in fifteen minutes." She hung up, put her hands on her hips inside her robe and looked at Larry. "We didn't settle anything, did we?"
He tried to avert his eyes, and couldn't. "We settled that you aren't going to move out."
"Okay. We'll talk about the rest of it later."
"The rest of what?"
She smiled coyly. "I have to dress. Jennifer will be here in a few minutes. I'll cook dinner tonight." She glanced at his lap and grinned. "Hey, how about that! Daddy gets a hard-on looking at his daughter's naked body." She rubbed her palm over the top of the tent pole in his robe and giggled softly. "You'd better hope a tantalizing woman comes along and gives you a warm, wet place to put it." She kissed him on the forehead and hurried from the kitchen.
"What am I going to do with you?" he called to her.
"Oh, you'll think of something!" she said gaily.
"It's good to have you back," Jennifer said. "I missed you."
"It's good to be back, Jennifer. We did have some good times together, didn't we?"
"Wonderful. Are you really going through with this auto repair thing?"
"Yep. I'm going to the junior college tomorrow and register for some courses. I know how to run a business. I know a little about auto repair, but not nearly enough to run a repair shop."
"That means you're going to stay here."
"Yep," Gretchen said again. "You're stuck with me.
"Oh, I think I can live with that. Why did you sound so funny this morning? Did you have someone with you?"
"Just Daddy," Gretchen replied. She told Jennifer about walking in on him and Annette, and trying to prove to her father that she was an adult. "He got all hot and bothered looking at my naked body."
"I can imagine," Jennifer said. "Your body would fluster most any one, whatever their gender." She glanced at Gretchen. "You're bad, you know."
"Bad, as in good," Gretchen laughed.
They spent most of the morning looking at properties for rent that might be suitable for an auto repair shop. Gretchen made notes of all of them, and weeded them down to three possibilities.
"Want to come home with me for lunch?" Jennifer asked.
Gretchen felt a familiar stirring in her pussy. "Lunch?" she laughed. "As in box lunch?"
"You know how I feel about you," Jennifer replied. "I've had only one other woman since you were home last. She wasn't nearly as good as you are."
"I spoiled you. Maybe I shouldn't have turned you on to licking pussy."
"I'm glad you did," Jennifer said. "At least where you're concerned. I don't enjoy it with other women. Guess that means I'm not really bi."
"You're selectively bi, darling," Gretchen said. "Nothing wrong with that. I don't go down on every woman I meet."
Jennifer pulled into her driveway and cut the engine. She looked at Gretchen and sighed. "I'm so excited, my pussy is gushing," she said softly.
Gretchen kissed her lightly on the lips and unbuttoned her blouse. "You usually wear a bra," she teased.
"You know why I didn't today," Jennifer replied, her voice hoarse with emotion.
Jennifer's firm tits were smaller than Gretchen's, but they would overflow a pair of large hands. Her cute little pink nipples had a sassy uptilt. Gretchen licked each nipple, then kissed them tenderly.
"Let's go inside," she whispered.
Jennifer left her blouse open and they held hands as they went into the house. Jennifer closed the door and took Gretchen in her arms and hugged her amorously.
"Oh, darling, I've really missed you," she whispered. "You're so beautiful, and so damned sexy." She unbuttoned Gretchen's blouse and gazed longingly at her tits. "You look magnificent without a bra. Your tits jiggle when you walk and my mouth waters."
"You're making my pussy water," Gretchen said softly.
Jennifer rubbed her palms over Gretchen's nipples. "Gorgeous nipples," she muttered. "So long and thick and suckable."
Gretchen shivered and sucked in her breath. "They're getting hard," she whispered.
"They're not getting hard, darling!" Jennifer laughed. They're already hard. Big nipples, big clit." She licked the fat tit buds. "I'm dying to lick your big clit."
Gretchen kissed Jennifer lightly and stepped back. "Then we'd better undress. I wouldn't want you to die on me."
Jennifer shucked her blouse and nearly tore her skirt off. She yanked her panties down and tossed them aside with her big toe. She stood hipshot, staring at Gretchen with hot eyes.
Gretchen looked at Jennifer and smiled dreamily as she pushed her blouse off her shoulders. She didn't often get it on with women. Of all the women she'd been with, she enjoyed making love with Jennifer the most. Her light brown bush was so cushy and enticing. She took off her skirt and pulled her panties up.
Jennifer wasn't sure who shuddered more when one edge of her panties slid into Gretchen's gash. She nearly lost her breath when Gretchen slid a finger in to retrieve the silky cloth from her warm, moist depths.