Penny’s birthday was celebrated with a pool party in the afternoon. Penny’s father was kept busy shuttling soft drinks, ice, snacks and cooking burgers on the grill for most of the afternoon. He did his best to ignore the fact that all the girls were wearing bikinis that would have been considered scandalous at a public pool or beach but he was only human and his eyes roamed freely but lingered little as he enjoyed the view. He enjoyed it so much he decided it would be best if he changed out of the tank top he was wearing into an extra large Hawaiian print shirt the fell almost to mid-thigh. He needed to hid the erection that kept rising and falling like the tide every time one of the girls bent over or reached to her crotch to adjust the bottom of her bikini. It had been several years since he had had sex and all the girls proudly displaying their budding breasts and growing curves was getting to him. He persevered but it wasn’t easy.
Penny was thrilled at the gifts she
received from her friends, but it was the gift from her father that brought her
the most joy. A small diamond
necklace made from the stone in her mother’s engagement ring brought both
tears of joy and sadness. Joy that
her father trusted her with the precious gem but sadness at the empty place in
her heart for her mother.
As the sun began to set behind the
trees, Penny’s friends now a bit darker tanned, tired from the swimming and
stuffed full of food, dressed and departed.
Penny hugged each at the door and thanked them again for the gifts.
Then they were gone and Penny and her father were alone.
They headed back out to the pool area and silently cleaned up the mess
then sat beside each other in lounge chairs to watch the sunset’s finale of
colors shifting across the scattered clouds.
Penny’s father pulled out a joint
and lit it taking a big toke before passing it to Penny.
Unthinking, Penny reached for it, took a toke and handed it back.
As her fingertips touched her dad’s the realization that he had handed
her a joint and she had smoked it and handed it back without comment struck her.
“Oh
Hell.” She turned her head and
looked to see her father grinning at her. “I
am so busted.”
Penny’s
father blew out a blue-gray cloud of smoke and knew he had just trapped Penny.
With a wolfish grin he asked,
“So how long have you been smoking pot Penny?
Obviously long enough not to choke on it.”
He
took another toke and handed the joint back to Penny.
Penny
made a snap decision, took a toke off the joint then stood up and crossed to her
father’s lounger. Making sure he
was watching her, she reversed the joint and held it between her teeth.
She lifted her leg to straddle her father, mumbled “Shotgun” around
the joint and sat down on him and leaned forward and began to blow a gentle
stream of smoke towards her father’s nose.
Her father reached up and cupped his
hand behind her head and pulled it closer to his own and began to suck in the
intoxicating smoke in through his nose. When
he had all he could take, he turned his head away.
Penny stopped blowing the shotgun and turned the joint back around and
took another hit and handed it to her father.
Penny leaned forward and kissed her father and laid upon his chest
wrapping her arms around him and said,
“Daddy,
this had been the best birthday ever,” and cuddled against him in the growing
gloom.
“It’s
not over yet young lady.” He
hugged her tightly and sat up pushing Penny back until she was sitting up.
He held her tightly to him and stood up and stepped over the lounger and
allowed her to slide down his body to the ground. As her breasts glided across his, he could feel her nipples
like hardened raisins hidden behind her bikini top.
Grabbing the joint from the ashtray with one hand and taking her hand in
the other, He led her inside to the living room and sat her on the couch and
placed the joint in an ashtray on the coffee table.