I hadn’t seen Linda since she and my daughter Shellie had graduated from high school over four years ago. They had been best friends but had gone to different colleges. They kept track of each other through social media, phone calls and the occasional chance meetings when they came home.

I kept track of Linda for Shellie through chance meetings with her mother. Linda’s mother and I would talk when we stumbled into each other at the grocery store or post office. We'd update each other as to our daughter’s comings and goings over those four years. In my mind I pictured Linda as I last saw her at their High School graduation.

My wife passed away when Shellie was a freshman in college, having Linda’s mother stop to talk about how things were going reminded me I wasn’t alone. Shellie was closer to her mother than me prior to her death which is something I regretted. Since her mother’s death Shellie and I have forged new bonds, I’ve taken on the role of confidant in addition to father and she's looked after me almost like I were a child.

After graduating college Shellie moved back home, then found a job with a local utility as a civil engineer. Linda moved back also finding work with an accounting firm and was on her way to becoming a CPA.

Shellie and Linda met up again attending one of their friend’s weddings. I saw Linda briefly when she came to pick Shellie up. Shellie was planning her wedding the following year and wanted Linda as her maid of honor. Shellie had been dating her fiance since her second year of college. He finally asked her to wed the summer after they graduated. The wedding was almost a year away now and we had begun the planning ordeal already.

I hadn’t realized how grown up and lovely Linda had become until I saw her walking up our steps that day.

She had matured nicely. I was stunned when I first saw her, not the little pudgy girl I remembered playing softball in shorts and a baggy jersey, but a mature young woman who was absolutely stunning. My heart raced as I watched her slowly walk up the steps to our house, her long bare legs were tan and toned, her long red hair bouncing off her shoulders.

Her face wasn’t of a cute young girl anymore; her freckles had actually become very sexy on her cheeks. She wore very little make-up with just had a bit of eyeliner to emphasize her emerald green eyes. Dressed in a light gray skirt it stopped just above the knees, heels, which helped show off those leg muscles, and a lovely beige silk blouse, that showed a bit of cleavage.

I know why I stared at her, she was gorgeous and I hoped she hadn’t noticed me peeking through the kitchen window earlier. She rang the doorbell while I called to Shellie who was still upstairs getting ready. I went to the door and let Linda in hoping I wouldn't embarrass myself. She was definitely a woman now. Since she and Shellie were the same age, I’d have to look at Shellie in a different light, not as my daughter but as a woman and about to be a wife.

“Hi Linda, come on in, Shellie is up stairs finishing her make-up.” I held the door open for her.

She walked in smiling, “Hello Mr. Winters, how have you been?”

I caught a whiff of her perfume which was very lovely and answered, “Very good, how are you?”

She opened her arms as she came over to hug me. I felt her smooth skin against my face and her full firm breasts against my chest. I don’t know if she felt the sudden rush of excitement as I did but she did hold me just a bit longer than I expected.

“So, when are you doing the wedding thing?” I teased her.

She blushed saying, “Oh, not for some time I think Mr. Winters I need a boy friend first, and I’m not looking that hard for one.”

“Well, it’s when you aren’t looking that something or someone happens to show up.” I advised her, she smiled turning a bit red with my compliment.

As we made small talk Shellie walked down the stairs, her long blonde hair was pinned up under a very stylish hat. She wore a navy blue skirt, light blue silk blouse and black heels. I had to take a second look to be sure this was my baby-girl because she looked so mature dressed like that.

I told the girls to have fun they both hugged and and took off, giggling as they walked to Linda's car.

During the next three months, I saw Linda and Shellie together quite a bit as they planned the wedding. Linda visited with Shellie when she had time, always greeted me with a hug. Shellie had moved back home to save money. Her job was near so it worked out perfectly. I really enjoyed having a female around the house again. When they were together the giggling and the sounds of their voices brought back fond memories when this house was more like a home.

Since Shellie got engaged, I’m as busy as ever. I’ve shopped with Shellie and Linda picking out flowers, cards, planning this, scheduling that all because Shellie's fiance was on a temporary assignment which prevented him from taking part in all the pre-wedding festivities. The girls felt I needed to help out since I was retired and her mother wasn't around.

We were driving to eat lunch after having been to several shops looking and comparing dresses, which I tried to be enthusiastic about. The girls had narrowed down the choices to a short list of five. They were discussing likes and dislikes about each one when Linda asked, “What are you wearing under the dress and on your wedding night?”

I looked at Shellie a bit embarrassed, I had forgotten that part, not that I wanted to think of what they were doing on their wedding night but I had to face reality. She needed something nice and of course, I’d be paying for it.

Linda suggested we stop at a boutique she knew which just happened to be near where we were going for lunch. We stopped into a nice little Italian restaurant for lunch. The girls ordered salads and I ordered pasta, with the wedding quickly approaching, they were watching their figures.

I wasn’t worried about fitting into a tuxedo; the rental shops have all sizes. Not that I’m heavy by any stretch of the imagination, six feet tall and one hundred eighty five pounds. I run and work out on a regular basis, I've even considered doing an iron man.

After lunch we headed over to the boutique, Linda was helping Shellie pick out lingerie as I waited patiently just looking around. The girls enjoyed thinking about how they would each look in the different camisoles, teddys and baby doll outfits they were looking at.

They were so funny holding up one and then whispering to each other then giggling. I tried not to stare at all the negligees but it was difficult to do when surrounded by pretty women wearing pretty things. I know I looked very out of place and I felt it too. Finally, after at least an half an hour they had some nice things for Shellie try on so she headed off to the dressing area.

Shellie changed into a very lovely but a bit racy outfit by a fancy designer. My eyes couldn’t believe my little girl filled out that lingerie so well. She kept trying on different designer items. Then she would parade around acting as if she were teasing Linda and me as she tried to make a decision.

I felt a bit uneasy as if I were in a strip club watching the show. I had to keep reminding myself that Shellie was my child. After about thirty minutes of modeling, Shellie goaded Linda into trying on some outfits. She was reluctant at first, but with a little encouragement from the sales clerk she caved and began her show.

The first time Linda came out of the dressing area she was wearing a light green lace trim silk camisole with low-rise silk bikini panties, my heart began racing. It fit her body so well showing off just enough skin to tease but not enough to look trashy.

The color went perfectly with her long red hair and freckled skin. I had to cross my legs and put my arms in my lap to hide my reaction. If I had drank wine at the restaurant I may have said or done something to embarrass myself. Instead, I just sat back and watched as my two Victoria’s Secret models paraded around in next to nothing.

They finally decided on a pair of outfits each, which I didn’t mind paying for. Linda had been such a help planning the wedding I couldn’t say no, besides she looked very nice in them. As I was paying for them, I had them on either side of me giggling. They were plotting something I was sure of it.

We took their purchases and left the store and heading straight home. I had a date that evening with a woman I had been friendly with but nothing had really happened between us. I had just started thinking about dating again when Shellie’s wedding and her moving back in happened. I hadn’t thought about a new relationship, It had been almost four years now since my wife died, and Shellie was beginning to worry about me being alone in the house.

The thought that my little girl would be married and possibly having children of her own left me feeling old. I didn’t feel old at fifty five, I looked forty. You could blame that on the regular trips to the gym or genetics or both, but I felt like I was thirty-five. I think the touch of gray in my full head of brown hair had something to do with my feeling uneasy about letting go. I wasn’t ready to be a granddad.

We got home and Shellie put her new wardrobe away as Linda started dinner. When Shellie was done she joined her friend in the kitchen. I watched from the living room as they teased each other and played grab ass while making it.

My date was a dinner one so they only made enough for themselves. They opened a bottle of wine then joined me on the couch watching baseball. It was tough listening to the game with all their comments about the players tight butts. I’d do him or he has a nice ass was all they could say as they drank their wine waiting for dinner. I felt a bit embarrassed hearing them talk like that. But then again they are young, and Linda is still single.

I had to get ready for my date, I showered, got dressed and just before I walked out the door they attacked me, well maybe attack isn’t the right word. They went over my attire and picked it apart as if I was going to a beauty pageant. They finally let me go after making sure I was presentable, Shellie wished me luck but Linda just smiled as they both waved good-bye.

About a month before the wedding, Shellie had invited Linda over to stay for a weekend so they could tie up loose ends of the wedding plans. I had nothing planned and was staying home catching up on my reading. The girls were giggling and gossiping in the living room and after a few hours of working, they decided to go out for a drink.

I gave them my no drinking and driving lecture and they promised to be good. I went to bed about midnight, they were still out. At about 2:00 a.m., I heard them come home, not too intoxicated but feeling very happy. I rolled over to try to get back to sleep when I was suddenly awakened by two shakes of my bed.

I looked up and there they were smiling like Cheshire cats one on either side of me. Shellie turned on the light next to my bed which temporarily blinded me. They were so excited shaking me, trying to wake me when I was already awake.

I don’t remember them changing into their “clubbing clothes” but they were dressed to kill. I sat up, rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I looked at both of them but focused on Linda, she was wearing a top that showed off just a bit more of her cleavage than I remember ever seeing. It was enough to make you want to see more, her pants were black leather and very tight. Shellie was in red leather and didn’t show quite so much of her breasts, thank goodness.

They both were so excited telling me “We found her, we found her!”

I asked, “Who did you find?”

“A date for you dad,” Shellie exclaimed, “We met her tonight at one of the clubs, she’s perfect for you.”

I asked them to tell me the story, trying not to stare at Linda. They took turns telling me how they went to these clubs. There were mostly people their age in all of them. They finally went to one club and started talking to a woman there who they thought was around my age. They told her about me and she told them about herself. They ended getting her name and number, wanting me to call her.

I laughed at their enthusiasm and agreed to call the woman they had “discovered” for me. That finally calmed down. I hugged and kissed them good night then off they went to bed. I felt like a dad again, kissing his little girls goodnight.

The next morning we talked about the “mystery woman” over breakfast, and I promised to call. I did end up calling Barbara. We went on a couple of dates, but things never did click between us. Shellie was disappointed but she got over it.

As the wedding grew closer, I had no date, which didn’t matter to me since I was “The father of the bride.” I didn't get invited to the bachelor party which probably was a good thing.

The week before the wedding Linda hosted the bachelorette party. They went out on the town, a chauffeured limo made sure they were safe. They were out drinking and having fun, and I didn't ask where. I assume that they were just having fun at different clubs and not getting into too much trouble.

Most of the girls stayed at our house afterwards just to be safe on the road. I felt like it was sleepover time with all the giggling and stories they were telling. Luckily it was very late when they got home, so I didn't lose much sleep.

The wedding day finally arrived; it was such a relief to finally have all the work done and have Shellie get her big day. Linda and the rest of the female wedding ensemble used our house to change before going to the chapel.

I rented a limo and had the wedding party sans bride transported so we wouldn’t have any problems.

Shellie and I drove in my car since she would use the limo to head off on her honeymoon right after the reception. If her fiance had seen her in her gown she would have freaked out since its supposedly bad luck. Linda had volunteered to help me take the gifts back to my house when the reception was over.

We had moved most of Shellie’s belongings to their new apartment so they could just go straight home from the airport. Everything was going just as planned, which is surprising for a wedding. The service was great, I almost cried but Shellie told me if I did she'd start and she didn't want her face all red until after they exchanged vows.

The reception went smoothly, dancing, congratulating the happy couple, generally enjoying the day. The band was decent and the food was very tasty. I danced a bit in the spotlight during the father/daughter dance and saw people I hadn’t seen in years, some I hope I never will again.

A few of the bridesmaids asked me to dance also, I think they felt sorry for me losing my only daughter and not having a date. The reception finally ended around ten We all went out and said our good-byes to the newlyweds, we tossed birdseed and made a great deal of noise for their send off. I was so glad to have it finally over.

Linda and a few of the remaining guests help load the happy couple’s presents into my car. A few others loaded some in their cars and we took them back to my house. It was getting late, I thanked my helpers and wished them a good night. I told Linda good night and thanked her for being such a big help. I also told her that Shellie really appreciated her being there for her. She blushed with all the compliments and hugged me. I locked up the house and settled into my bed. It wasn’t too long after that I had a light shining in my eyes.

I sat up in bed and couldn’t believe what I saw. There in my doorway was Linda; her body silhouetted by the hall light. She was dressed in the green negligee she or I had purchased at the little boutique. I thought for a moment I was dreaming, her hair was down and she had the biggest smile on her face. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I wasn't dreaming.

“ Linda, is everything alright?” I asked sleepily.

She replied, “Well not exactly, Mr. Winters. I just wanted to say thank you for putting up with me these past few weeks.”

I replied still not fully conscious, “It was my pleasure, Linda, really.”

As I slumped back to the mattress she walked into the room then took a seat on the side of the bed. I could see her breasts barely peeking out of the negligee, I could feel my dick stiffening. I wanted to reach out and touch her but knew better. Instead, I rolled away from her not wanting to be the “dirty old man.”

“But Mr. Winters I have a gift for you,” she replied softly.

Not having seen anything but her lovely body I asked, “Oh, can’t it wait till the morning?”

She giggled, “No, it needs opening right now.”

I rolled back over and looked again hoping my growing erection wasn't visible. She stood up slowly let her negligee fall to the floor. If I had been standing I think my jaw would have dropped to the floor, all she had on were some very tiny panties that barely cover her pubic area. She moved back to the bed, crawled under the sheets next to me pulling the covers over herself.

“Linda, what do you think you’re doing?” I asked, knowing full well what was going on.

She snuggled next to me, placed her hand between my legs, and gently caressed my penis.

“ Oh, my," she said with impish sarcasm. “You are a big boy and you’re happy to see me, aren’t you.”

I couldn’t deny she was gorgeous, and I did want her. She leaned over to me and kissed my cheek. I couldn’t resist and turned my head to kiss her fully on the mouth. I kissed her sweet soft lips then turned my body to face her. She continued stroking me as I began kissing her face.

She softly whispered, “If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m your gift.”

I managed to get my hands around her and pulled her on top of me.

“Oh my, someone’s excited." she gushed.

My hands worked up her hips to her firm breasts, I cupped them and began massaging them with my palms. Her nipples were already rock solid as I slowly caressed each one. I began massaging her nipples with my thumb rolling each of them in my fingers. She leaned her head back and moaned as I continued to discover the joys of twenty-something female anatomy.

After a bit she leaned down to place her perky freckled breasts in my face. I placed my lips over a firm nipple and began to devour it. Switching back and forth between her beautiful firm breasts, I suckled them until I could feel her dampness on my stomach. My hands slipped from her sides to her back as she lay on top of me. Her firm smooth skin felt so delicious, a feeling I hadn't had in a very long time.

She moved herself over my mid-section becoming more aroused as she rubbed her wetness over me. I continued exploring her sweet breasts, softly biting and tugging her nipples, letting them snap back and then sucking them back into my mouth. She felt so good on top of me, my hands caressing her sides. I was feeling every curve of her sleek body.

We stayed like this exploring and suckling for quite some time. I went slow, savoring her sweetness and the feel of her on me. After devouring her and discovering every freckle on her smooth skin, she leaned down to me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. Our tongues played as my hands massaged her ass.

I slowly rolled her over and began kissing her face, neck and breasts once again. I looked at her sweet face and smiled then kissed and licked down her flat tummy. I licked her belly button to tease her. She giggled as my tongue danced across her leaving little trails of saliva as I went. I looked up at her as I began tugging at her panties. I kissed and teased her until she lifted her hips to let me slide them off, letting me have access to her glorious wetness.

I pulled them off and tossed them onto the floor. I then dove back down discovering her cute landing strip of neatly trimmed hairs that led to her exquisite pussy. I kissed and teased her thighs, mound and every other sweet piece of flesh I could find on her.

She giggled and squirmed as I went about pleasuring her. I traced her labia with my finger as my tongue teased. My tongue eventually slipped between her swollen lips parting them. I began licking her up and down as she cooed and moaned with delight. I hadn’t done this in quite some time and was hoping I wouldn’t disappoint.

My tongue went deep inside as I fumbled for her clit. My tongue exploring the inside of her pussy, up and down softly at one time and quickly at others. I was enjoying her as much as she seemed to be enjoying me. Just as I was about to inhale her clit I felt her hands on my head wanting to pull me up. I stopped even though I didn’t want to. She tasted so nice, I wanted to spend more time there pleasing her. When we were face to face, she whispered to me, “I want you inside me.”

I felt her legs part under me, opening wider as I moved over her. She reached down and helped guide me. With a feeling I hadn’t felt in many months I was in. She moaned encouraging me, telling me how good she felt. I started getting a good rhythm going and just about to climax when she stopped me.

“ Not yet, I want to be on top,” she whispered.

Hoping I wouldn’t lose my hardness, I pulled out and nearly lost it. She rolled out from under me, and I flopped down on my back. She quickly got back over me and guided me back into her. I took her hips in my hands and helped lift and set her down as we got back into perfect timing. It didn’t take long and she was moaning again, louder this time.

I was amazed at how long I had lasted. Trying not to disappoint her, I thought of non-sexual things. It didn’t help too much and it was hard not to concentrate on her sweet sensual body. Finally, after thinking I had lost it, we both reached orgasm.

We were both panting and sweating as she collapsed on top of me. Kissing and confessing how wonderful it was with an “older man.” I just grinned and massaged her back as she lay there, she felt so good to me. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had really pleased her.

She slipped off and lay by my side looking at me. I moved her hair from her face and gently placed it back over her ear. I softly kissed her face and held her tightly to me. We lay there and talked for some time. She confessed that she had wanted to do this since seeing me almost a year ago. I was shocked, a young beautiful woman wanted a fifty-five year-old man, the father of her best friend?

She fell asleep in my arms, and I lay there wondering what I did to deserve such a beauty. In the morning, we did it all over again only different. She was lying on her left side half asleep, I snuggled up to her and began massaging her hip, then her sweet firm cheek. Slowly, I ran my hand up and down her side following the curve of her cheek down her leg to her calf. She squirmed a bit and moved her leg over mine. I slipped my penis between her legs and snuggled closer.

She softly commented, “Good morning, we’re awake and wanting something?”

I just mumbled, “Mm-Hmm.”

I placed my hand on her tummy, slowly massaging it. I began to move my hips in and out of her legs. I wasn’t inside her, I was rubbing the tiny area between her vagina and her rosebud. As I grew harder, she got into the motion until we were rocking back and forth sideways on the bed.

My hand moved up and down from her sweet breasts to her tummy as we kept the motions going. She arched her head back and I moved her beautiful red hair up out of the way. I softly kissed her neck and then pinched her nipples as I continued feeling her soft skin and delicious body against me.

Every other thrust between her legs I really pushed myself into her; my arm would wrap around her waist and pull her tighter into me. Then with my hand, I would slip a finger just inside her and play with her moist lips, the head of my penis would pop through on the thrusts when our bodies met. She seemed to enjoy the feel of me outside her and with the addition of my finger playing with her she was in heaven.

She purred, “Something different to start the day?”

I didn’t know what she meant, but I stopped and let her loose from my grip. She rolled onto her tummy and turned her head to face me. Arching her ass in the air, she said with a smile and deep voice, “woof woof.” I had to laugh but I knew what she meant. I kicked off what was left of the covers and got behind her. She giggled and spread her legs a bit wider as I placed myself inside. She gasped as I slowly entered her and then with her deep guttural voice said, “That’s a good doggie," she moaned as I began doing just that, being a good doggie.

My wife was never one to experiment or do anything playful in bed. I was enjoying this in more ways than Linda could have imagined.

I continued making dog sounds as I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, she giggled and moaned with delight as I humped away just like a Rottweiler with his first poodle. I came a bit too soon for her this time and she let me know her disappointment by sighing, “Oh, all done Mr. Puppy?”

I told her, “No, Fifi not quite yet.”

She giggled as I rolled her over. I slipped back up to her and kissed her deeply, my hand went exploring that wonderful wet area between her legs I had just vacated. My fingers slipped inside as we continued to kiss. I could feel her body ready to explode as I massaged her clit, stroking it.

Our kisses became more heated as she became more aroused. I was working her into a frenzy when she broke our kiss and quivered next to me. I smiled and began to work my fingers more but she stopped me by turning a bit. I paused and let her spasm as I laid there admiring her body.

I gently traced my fingers over her curves taking in the beauty of her female form. She looked at me with a huge grin on her sweet face. She cuddling next to me wrapping herself in my arms. We both caught our breath as we lay there smiling and kissing each others faces.

She squirmed down to kiss my chest, then moved up and looked me in the eyes again, her look was so precious. I think I pleased her more than she had expected. We both lay there softly talking for awhile. Then falling asleep in each others arms. After our nap, we got up to shower. The shower became another playground, soaping and rinsing each other off several times.

After showering together, we got dressed and I made her breakfast, we had a long talk about what happened the night before. She told me that she was tired of all the “boys” she met who just wanted to bed her. They either came up short or finished too quickly. She wanted someone who would make love to her, someone who would take his time and making her feel as if she were the only one in the world.

She had heard that older men tend to be that way so she figured I was was a good bet. She had hinted to Shellie and asked her questions about me. After quite a few hints and many many questions Shellie realized Linda wanted to test her theory on me.

At first, Shellie was against it, but during the times I spent with the girls getting prepared for the wedding, she thought it might not be a bad thing. So just before the wedding, Shellie gave Linda her permission to bed me. When I look back, I just have to laugh. Being a science experiment didn’t really thrill me, but I did prove Linda was right in her theory, at least with me. Pleasing her was all that really mattered to me.

Before Linda went back to her house, Shellie called. I think I over heard them talking about Linda moving in. I don't know about that, but it does sound very interesting.