Lynn and I walked into the house hand in hand. It was late and most of the neighbors were sleeping, hopefully.
Lynn was smiling from ear to ear. I could tell she was very happy with everything that had just happened. She had a look on her face that was as if she had matured overnight.
I, on the other hand, was horrified and thrilled at the same time. Horrified with the thought that I had just allowed and participated in a sexual act with my 18-year-old daughter. But I was also thrilled at the fact that my 18-year-old daughter loved me enough to want me involved in her first sexual experience with a man. My mind was racing in different directions. Not sure which was the better scenario. Either way, I was the dad and had to do something.
“Lynn, we should talk. Why don’t you go sit down? I need a drink, so I will be right back,” I said walking to the kitchen.
Reaching up in the cabinet by the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of Bourbon. I needed something strong right now to slow down my brain. I needed to get under control and relax. I grabbed a glass and then another. I decided she needed a drink to calm her down as well. I poured a shot in both and set the bottle down. I stood there leaning on the counter trying to get my composure before grabbing the glasses and heading back to her.
Lynn was sitting on the couch waiting. I walked up and handed her a glass. I said, “I think since you are so grown up now, you can use this as much as me.”
She sat there looking at me and the glass. She then asked, “How do you drink this? I have never had a drink of alcohol before.”
I know she was only 18 at the time but given the night we had and everything leading up to it, I figured if she was in the house and didn’t leave, it would be ok.
“Just sip it slowly while swirling it around in your hand, like this,” I said showing her the motions to use with my glass. “It will burn a little at first but will be fine once you get used to it.”
Lynn tried to do what I was doing. Of course, she was sloshing it and not swirling it, but it was fine. “Like this?” she asked.
I sat there smiling and thinking, maybe she was still my little girl. “That’s close enough for now. Just take a small sip and let it slide down your throat slowly. Remember it is going to burn some,” I said with a smile.
Lynn looked like she was holding dynamite or getting ready to drink poison. I couldn’t help but laugh a little looking at how scared she was to take that first sip.
She slowly raised the glass to her lips and took a very small sip. She then swallowed and started coughing and hacking as if it were taking her breath away. It probably was. I am sure it was burning on the way down by the look on her face and her clenching her chest. I am sure she thought she was dying.
“Breathe baby. You will be ok. I promise it gets better from here. The next ones will go down smoother,” I said while holding back a chuckle.
She started breathing better now and sat up straight. She quit clenching her chest and looked at me. “That was strong and burned like hell dad. What was that?” she asked. “Were you trying to kill me?”
I now had no choice but to laugh. “It is Kentucky Bourbon. It is very smooth, and I did warn you that it would burn. You just have to get used to it. It will help you relax.”
“Relax! I felt like I was dying! How is that supposed to help you relax?” she asked excitedly.
“Give it a few more slow sips and wait for it,” I answered.
“A few more? Did I do something wrong? Are you trying to punish me? I don’t think I can drink any more of that stuff no matter how good it is for you,” she said a little more excited this time.
“Calm down. I am your dad. I would never give you anything that would hurt you,” saying very calmly.
“You trust me, don’t you?” I asked.
“Of course, I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me. But this stuff is so strong,” she replied.
“Are you sure it is ok for me to drink it?” she asked.
“Yes. Have another sip. Promise it will get better,” I said with a smile.
She did what I said and took another sip. She coughed a little this time, but not like before. Then she took another one. No cough this time. Then another one. She looked at me and smiled big.
“My whole body feels warm. The burning is going away, and it actually has a good taste,” she said while sitting up a little straighter. “Can I have some more?” she asked while holding up the glass.
“You really shouldn’t but it is the weekend, so I guess so. It is on the counter in the kitchen. Let’s try not to overdo it though. It is your first-time drinking,” I said while pointing behind me to the kitchen.
Lynn came back a minute later carrying the bottle and her glass. She had poured several shots into her glass and was now moving around to mine and aiming the bottle at it. She poured several shots into mine and sat back down on the couch.
I reached over and took the bottle from her saying, “I think I should keep this with me.”
Lynn sat there with her glass in hand and looked at me. She took a few quick sips and winced a little.
I raised my glass to her and said, “A toast to a great first date with my beautiful 18-year-old daughter. And here’s to a hopefully wonderful week ahead.”
Lynn raised her glass in acknowledgment. Then she took what can only be described as a swig of it. She breathed out hard afterward and said, “WOW! That was stronger, for sure.”
I laughed and had to agree with her. “You should go easy on the rest. It does have a kick,” I said as I sipped at my own glass.
We sat there for a few minutes silently sipping our drinks.
I kept looking at her and admiring her beauty. She looked so grown up all dressed up and sipping Bourbon on the couch. I couldn’t believe how much she reminded me of her mother.
Her mother. Oh shit! It was late, and I haven’t even checked for messages or thought to call her mother. What the hell was wrong with me?
I jumped up and said, “I need to go check messages and see if your mom called. I probably need to call and talk to her for a few minutes at least and let her know we are okay and see if she is doing alright. I will be right back.”
I was in such a brain fog earlier when Lynn got me naked, and then dressed me for our date, I had left my cell at home in the bedroom. Now I needed to go and check it. I was sure I had missed the wife’s call. She was not going to be happy. I have never missed a call from her before.
Sure, enough I missed several calls and a voicemail from her. I checked the voicemail and could hear in her voice that she was getting concerned. Luckily, she had just left it right before we got home.
I called her back. I stayed very calm while explaining what had happened and why I didn’t have my phone with me. Needless to say, I left out the part about us being naked in front of each other, and the experience in the car on the way home. I blamed it on her excitement and me getting older now. She agreed with the getting older part. Then laughed. Smartass.
We talked for about 20 minutes about my date with Lynn and everything the wife was doing since she got there. She told me that some of the girls from work were planning on going out tomorrow night after the day’s events were over and I shouldn’t wait up for her to call. She figured we would talk sometime Sunday night after everything. I agreed, and we said goodnight.
All in all, I was gone about twenty minutes or so between the call and checking messages. I didn’t think about Lynn still being in the living room, or that I had left the bottle of Bourbon there either.
When I walked back into the living room, the stereo was on and the lights were turned down. Lynn was slowly swaying to some music with her back to me. She had removed her dress and was there in just the bra and panty set.
What a sight to see. There was my beautiful daughter swaying to the music with just a thin piece of material covering her whole body. Her firm butt on full display. Not an ounce of fat anywhere on her waist and her long blonde hair hanging down her back. Apparently, she had also taken her hair back down. I was in awe.
Then I saw the glass in her hand and the bottle on the end table. Not where I had left it. She had been into it. Looked like several glasses more were gone now.
I walked over and took the glass from her and picked up the bottle. I said, “I think you have had enough of that tonight, young lady.”
I gave her a quick smile and picked up my own glass and headed to the kitchen.
“But I like that stuff now. It tastes good. And it makes me feel great!” I heard her saying as I walked away.
I came back a minute or so later saying, “I am glad you like it now, but you have to go easy on it. It will knock out even a seasoned drinker. It is meant for sipping and very little is needed.”
She smiled and started swaying to the music again. I could tell she was feeling the effects of the Bourbon. She wasn’t drunk, just feeling good. Her young athletic body must have been metabolizing it quickly to keep her from getting drunk.
She turned around and put out her arms to me. “Dance with me, dad,” she said still swaying to the music.
Thank God it was a slow song playing. I don’t think I could keep up with her and the new dances they did now.
“Sure, baby,” I said stepping forward and grabbing her hands.
We started to sway together with the music slowly. There was a small space between us at first. Then she closed the gap and wrapped herself around my neck laying her head on my shoulder.
Having her up against me so tightly and feeling her bare skin with my hands sliding up and down her back, I knew I was in trouble. I knew it would only be a few minutes before we would both start feeling a tent in my pants. I was not wrong.
A tent was forming and pushing right against her crotch area. I felt her shift slightly. Suddenly my tent was between her legs rubbing both of us through the materials. She was gently grinding in and out all while swaying to the music and nestling her head against my neck now.
While up against my neck, she started gently kissing me there. They were light little kisses and so soft you could just barely feel them. She was really getting to me now.
I lowered my head and started kissing her neck now. Gentle easy kisses moving around in circles and going up and down her neck. Just to under her ear and then to right above her shoulder. Never letting my lips leave her skin but gently dragging them from place to place.
