“Do me there, too, Bill,” she giggled softly.
I spent much of the afternoon lying on my belly, swimming, or sitting with a towel in my lap. Every time I felt myself going blessedly flaccid, someone did something. Jamie was first. She rolled over onto her back and arranged the cups of her little suit to cover her, but didn't tie it. She apparently dozed off, because she shifted position. The suit didn't.
Melody noticed and saw me looking. She got off her lounge chair holding her top over herself, and bent over my daughter, showing me her little butt in her white bikini. I fantasized that I could see her sex and her little pucker through it. She re-arranged the pieces of yellow polka-dot cloth, and then flashed me a smokey smile. She knew damn well what I was admiring on both of them.
Caitlin turned her head in time to catch me squirming around on my chair, trying to find a position where I wasn't lying so uncomfortably on my again quite hard cock. She grinned. “Your daughte
r has beautiful breasts, doesn't she? And that little tushie on Melody – I'm so glad she inherited my best feature.” Then she closed her eyes.
Mine opened when a cup of cold water hit my back. “What the hell?”
“Nap time is over, Bill. Come and soak with us,” Caitlin said. My eyes followed her ass in that tiny turquoise suit over to the spa area at one corner of the pool. It was now in the shade. I must have slept for hours.
The girls were already crowded in the round spa. Caitlin indicated the vacant space between herself and Melody. I checked for a wardrobe malfunction, grabbed my towel, and joined them.
Soaking did feel good. We talked about high school, the differences between how it was for them and for people of their parents' generation. The conversation drifted to dating and social events.
“Why don't any of you have a boyfriend? Why don't you go on dates?” Caitlin asked.
“Mom, please, we've been through this,” Melody fumed.
“Oh, I know your answer, honey. 'They're all immature and think with their dicks.' Right?”
Melody nodded.
“What about you, Jamie? Have you even been on a date? Not a group date, where two carloads of k**s go to the movies. A date with just you and a guy alone?” Caitlin asked.
“A few. Not with the same guy twice, though,” Jamie answered.
“Why not?”
“It didn't feel right. I kissed a couple of them goodnight, but they never asked again, so it mustn't have felt right to them either.”
“So you don't have much experience with men. You're a virgin,” Caitlin stated.
I felt Melody grab my knee under the water. It wasn't a sexual gesture at all. She was nervous. “Mom, do you think you should be asking those kinds of questions?”
“Why? Because Bill's here?”
“I'll answer,” Jamie said. “No, I'm not a virgin. Dad knows who the guy is. That's all I'm going to say.”
The only sound was the bubbles bouncing off our skin until Caitlin said, “Guess I over-stepped my bounds there. I'm sorry, Jamie.”
“I'm not,” my daughter said. “He's a good man.”
“So!” Kiersten exclaimed, suddenly animated. “Let's plan a beach weekend before classes start!”
The girls huddled together to conspire. Melody's little hip wasn't against mine any more, but Caitlin pressed in closer. “If Melody said that in front of Doug, he'd have a stroke. You're a pretty cool dad. Do you think she was prepared? I don't mean protection – she sure as hell doesn't look pregnant. I mean emotionally prepared, able to enjoy it?”
Choosing my words carefully, I said, “I think she was okay with it. She said she was.”
“You actually talked to her about it?”
“You have to understand, I'm both her mom and her dad. Melody talks to you about stuff, or you have girl-talk sessions, don't you?”
“Melody and I are very close. How do you think I know she'd give herself to you? So yes, I do understand and I admire you for it. I'm sure you don't know the part number for the carburetor re-build kit for a '57 Ford, and I doubt you're as good with a shotgun as Doug, but what you are is more of a man.” Her hand slid up my thigh. “I've known you a long time. We should be better friends.”
For some reason, I looked at Jamie. Her eyes were on Caitlin's hand, and then she looked at me. With an evil grin, she reached over her shoulder and turned up the jet action in the spa until there was no way to see what was happening under the water. She turned back to me, adjusted her top so that the upper edges of her areolas were exposed, winked, and turned her attention back to her friends.