“Haaahhhhh,” Melody groaned. “Oh shit! OHHHH!” Her feet pounded on the floor like a c***d having a tantrum. “FUCK!”
“Will you keep it down, Melody?” Kiersten stage-whispered.
I needed to go down there and tell them to shut up. Yeah, good idea with a hard-on nothing I could wear would hide.
Jamie solved the problem for me. “If Dad comes down here we're fucked!”
Melody laughed, “You make that sound like a bad thing. Your dad is like the hottest guy I know. If I thought for one second I could get away with it, I'd try screwing him.”
That didn't reduce the potential for a wardrobe malfunction, so I stayed in bed, wide-eyed, listening.
“You little tramp!” Kiersten giggled.
“Like you wouldn't?” Melody countered. “Bullshit! You told me yourself you want him. Some of our friends talk about him. Hell, my mom talks about him! No one understands why he isn't getting laid.”
Melody's mom? Caitlin's the cutest little MILF I know. She's compact like her daughter, with just enough curves to be insanely hot. I've known that woman since Melody and Jamie were in preschool together. The vibrant little strawberry-blond pixie packed a lot of enthusiasm and sexiness into her trim physique and laughing green eyes. I've seen her in a not-so-conservative bikini at the pool at her house. Why she married that pig of a husband is beyond me.
“Wait! Your mom talks about Dad?” Jamie asked. “What does she say?”
“It's not what she says, it's how she says it. The way she holds her head, the way her eyes get wide – every time his name comes up she gets that look, exactly like me in the mirror when I'm getting wet from one of her toys. I can't believe Dad doesn't see it.”
That was all I needed. I was considering jerking off in bed like a teenager anyway, listening to nubile, sweet Melody ramming herself with a vibe while my naked daughter and her voluptuous friend watched. And now I hear that Melody's mom likes me? Oh, yeah, my cock was going down real quick.
Jamie scolded, “Shut up! Listen! I think I hear Dad. I'm gonna try to deal with him. Get decent and hide that stuff.”
“Shouldn't you put something on, too?” Melody asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
I hadn't made a sound, so I didn't know what Jamie thought she heard. I was on my back, the sheet over me, my erection obvious. My daughter appeared at my open door a moment later, pulling her t-shirt down.
She turned on the light and mouthed. “Act mad.”
I stifled a laugh, got out of bed, and tiptoed over to kiss her. Then I pulled back and said in my stern father voice, “What the hell are you three doing?”
“I'm sorry. I told them to shut up.”
“You were pretty damn loud yourself a few times, young lady. I won't repeat this. Keep the noise down!”
Jamie grinned and blew me a kiss, then pointed at me, and then downstairs.
“No!” I mouthed.
She whispered back, “To talk. I want to see Melody's reaction.”
I gave her a dirty look, grabbed my robe to hold in front of me, and said, loud enough to be heard in the living room, “You know what? I'll tell them myself. Let's go. It's time for a discussion.”
Jamie's grin faded, as though she thought I might not be acting anymore. “Oops.” She turned and led me down to the living room.
Kiersten and Melody sat at opposite ends of the sofa.
“Stay seated. Jamie, you sit over there. I'll sit between your friends. Melody, how long have you known me?”
“I remember calling you Uncle Bill when I was little.”
“You were in preschool. You were four. Kiersten, how old were you?”
“We talked about that last night. Probably four or five.”