Life was a lot different after I took Sophie dancing. As far as she was concerned, her sexual fulfilment was the most important thing happening in the flat. She stopped wearing dressing gowns altogether. So what if her breasts and pussy were able to be seen through her flimsy nighties. Look and play were her watchwords. So if I joined them on the sofa, Sophie would throw her legs over mine or turn around and make out with me.
It seemed like a power play to me, especially as Dad was going on a long trip in a couple of weeks. It was seen as vital that he have big Christmas parties for his workforce. One for his suppliers and the second for his workforce. They both were very boozy affairs. There was no way he could do them back to back. So, in the middle of December, he went away for ten days, including two whole weekends. I was due to go back to Mum as soon as he returned.
I could see that Sophie was looking forward to him going off. The sexual tension between us had risen since I made out with her and fingered her to orgasm. I thought she was looking for more, but my father seemed to think differently. I don't know his exact thoughts because he kept avoiding discussions or conversations about what I should or should not do when he left for that long trip. He didn't leave me any extra suggestions when I dropped him at the airport.
On the first night away, Sophie planned to go out with her lesbian friends Zena and Claire. I had not seen them much since the wedding because Sophie mostly met them at their house. During our sexual encounters, Sophie told me that they lived in her house and had done so for years. Before she met my father, she had a significant bisexual phase. The three shared the house and, most nights, the same bed.
I drove Dad to the airport and then hit the gym at college. My rowing coach was annoyed with me about the time I was training. So, after a long, hard session, I returned to the apartment, expecting Sophie to have already left. I carefully opened the door and heard Zena telling Sophie loudly that she agreed with her frustration. What's the point of having Donkey Boy (that was me) in the house if he is not fucking you.
I carefully listened as Zena criticised Paul (my father) for not keeping to the agreement they had all worked out the day after the wedding. I would finally hear the plan I'd heard so much about but had never worked out what it was. Simply put, Zena explained that Paul would arrange for Donkey Boy to switch colleges and live here so that every night that he was away, Sophie would have a replacement cock to fill her mouth, pussy and ass. Keep her happy.
I had worked this out already, but given my father's attitude, I did not believe he had signed up for it. Zena said he had not just signed up for it but was the idea's originator. Once Zena and Claire had discovered my cock was as big as my father's. Claire waded in at this point, expressing that she agreed with everything. Why was my father being such an asshole and not convincing me to fuck Sophie properly?
I then listened to Sophie trying to defend my father and his refusal to express his opinion or give guidance. It wasn't compelling, and I found myself getting pretty angry. Not least because it seemed my father was not keeping his word. Oh, and there was the CCTV he was secretly watching. I carefully retraced my steps and silently opened the front door. Then I called out and slammed it as if I had just returned.
By the time I got to the kitchen, the conversation had changed. Sophie told the girls I was rowing for the college and getting a buff body. Which meant I had to strip off my top and let the three of them run their hands over my six-pack and ripped shoulders. I accepted a beer and let them tell me where they were going. Sophie had her black dress with the zips at the front. Underwear looked optional at best.
Zena had a playsuit stretched out so tightly across her curves she might not have been wearing anything. She, too, wasn't wearing underclothes; I could see her pussy lips in all their glory. I asked where they were going and was told there was a new female-centric club on the other side of the city. Sophie said to me that I could not come along tonight. She would not be too late; perhaps I should stay up for her.
I could take a hint, and after they left, I had a long hot bath. I needed to calm down because, with the information I had tonight, I was still pretty upset. All those comments in the phone sex call that I was remembering now made sense. Even the conversation with Dad on the phone the night before I took Sophie dancing. All that worry, I was making the right decision, and all along, I should have fucked Sophie the first time Dad went away.
Sophie returned about one in the morning. I used the live view of the CCTV to check the front door and saw her get out of the lift. She looked radient, with an expectant glint in her eye. Both her zips were entirely undone. I waited for her naked on the other side of the door, and when she came in, I told her that I was going to fuck her right there. She had the biggest smile as I took her coat and bag, placed them on the hall table, and took her into my arms.