That Friday evening after dinner, Leslie was bubbling over with happiness.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm just going to love it in school. I never believed I could have such a good time. I dig the teachers the most! Especially, Mr. Spire, and he's also my homeroom teacher."
She went on at length. During her story of her first day in school, she mentioned the scene with Mr. Spire, his shirttail caught in his zipper. But she did nothing about having felt his hot penis a couple of times, how long it was and how she'd even told Catherine Dorchester all about it. The two girls had giggled every time they'd look up to see the handsome biology teacher as he paraded in front of the class with his long pointer.
"It appears you've done rather well, darling," her father smiled. "A new girlfriend and a nice, good-looking teacher. What else could you need?"
"How did you do, Daddy?"
"Oh, so so."
"Anybody nice there at your stuffy office?"
"A couple, I suppose." He didn't think he should tell her about Alice Duerr. There were some things a man didn't tell his young daughter. But as he continued drinking his after-dinner coffee, he could still taste Alice's burning hot pussy, her creamy liquid. He could still feel the flesh of her hungry cunt inside his mouth.
"Daddy, you're daydreaming."
"Sorry, darling. Did you have something on your mind?"
"Yes. Yes. I have."
He looked over at her. She was snuggled up on the couch across the living room. After school she had changed her clothing. Now she wore a pair of very tight, very short, white hot pants that hugged her virgin pussy and enclosed her firm buttocks like a glove. On top, her sweater was open down to three buttons and he could easily see the delightful cleavage of her breasts. Her nipples were also visible. Her long hair covered her shoulders and she never looked prettier to him. Christ, was she going to be an attractive woman!
"Well, tell your old man."
"You're not my old man, because if you were, then I'd have to be your old lady, and you know what that means!" she laughed gaily.
"What does that mean, darling?"
"It means we would be… be fucking… each other!"
"LESLIE!!??"
She jumped up. "Oh, Daddy, I shocked you, didn't I?"
"To say the least. Even I don't use that word."
"Listen to me, old stuffy, in school we all use that word, but only when it means fornication, intercourse. For example, we never say I lost my fucking pen, something like that."
"Oh, I see. I understand," he said drily.
"Well, when a girl has a steady boy, the boy is her old man and the girl becomes his old lady, understand now?"
"Yes. Yes, I see. So, I'm not your old man, because… because… we're not, as you say not fucking, right?" He had to laugh despite himself.
"Right on!"
"Well, darling, old man or not, what's on your mind?"
She got up and came over and sat at the foot of the easy chair in which he was sitting. He could smell her sexy perfume. She put her head against his knee and her fingers began to play on his thigh. "Daddy, Catherine who I told you about…"
"…whom I told you about…"
"…Whom I told you about, well, can I ask her over for tomorrow? It'll be a good idea because we can do some of our homework together."
"Okay with me. Sure. Have her over. There's plenty of room here… plenty."
"And, Daddy, could she stay over until Sunday? You see," she hurried on, "her parents are separated too, and her mother… well, she's the older generation, you know, and she's a drag. Catherine doesn't have a father either."
"She can stay over." As he looked down at his daughter's shining hair, and felt the warmth of her body against his legs, he felt his penis shift slightly. From his position, he could look into the folds of her soft yellow sweater. He could see the lovely curves of her young breasts.
"Thanks, Daddy. I knew you'd agree." She got up slowly, using his knees as balance. She stood in front of him and stretched sensually. "I'm going to bed early, Jimbo, okay?"
"Okay," he replied and reached for his book.
As Leslie turned to enter her room, she waved bye to her father. "You know what, Daddy?"
"What, darling?"
"I kind of wish you were my old man… and I was your old lady." With this she raced laughingly into her room and closed the door behind her.