Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: FILF
Part: Chapter 1 of 4
Universe: ---
Summary: Father I'd Like to, well you know the rest.
Keywords: Mf, rom, exhib, no-sex
Language: English
Copyright: 2010

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Howard, Richie and I - Jerry - were almost 
interchangeable.

For a start, we all worked at the Timber Mill that drove 
the economy in our small town.  I ran Payroll, Howard was 
in charge of maintaining the equipment and Richie managed 
the Purchasing and Stores sections.

We were all in our mid to late 40's - I was 44 (the 
baby), Richie was next at 46 and Howard was a revered 
sage at 48.

We had all been married but were now single.  My wife had 
died of cancer five years ago, Richie's of septicaemia 
not long after his youngest child's birth and Howard's 
got fed up with life in what was really a small company 
town and divorced him once she'd moved to the big smoke.  
He'd been single for seven years now.

Then came our families.

We each had two daughters, the youngest of which were all 
graduating high school together and the oldest were 
employed around town in various businesses that supported 
the mill and its workers.

My daughters Prue, 17, and Nichole or Nick (never Nicky), 
23, were so much like their mother it hurt at times.  
Nichole was a dental nurse - except they called her a 
technician since she didn't do much nursing.

Howard's daughter Fiona, 26, looked like him - though as 
a girl he was quite stunning.  Angela or Ange - another 
17 year old - had her mother's looks and, while she was a 
pleasant girl, I kept wondering if her mother's 
irritating tendency to snide remarks was just waiting 
underneath the surface.  I tried not to let my feelings 
show; she'd been abandoned too at 10.  Fiona ran the 
office, the subscriptions and the classifieds for our 
local 20 page newspaper.

Richie's oldest Cassandra or Cass worked in the local 
fuel depot.  At 21 she was old enough that the drivers 
felt they weren't cradle snatching and young enough that 
they were all convinced she was naive enough to fall for 
their charms - regardless of whether or not they were 
married.  She flirted because it helped make the day go 
but none of them attracted her, not even the younger 
ones.

His youngest Michelle, who went by Shelley, was attracted 
towards a Goth outlook that was literary rather than 
musical or scene.  I suspect it had more to do with 
romantic poetry and, while she dressed in what I 
considered costumes, they were not black and she didn't 
favour darker shades of lipstick or paler shades of face 
powder.

---

We three met each Friday after work, drank a beer to end 
the week (except when we were required on Saturdays which 
is what we each had subordinate staff for in most 
circumstances) then went home to our adjacent houses.  
(There was another couple living in the house between 
mine and Richie's while Howard's was located on the other 
side of the road from our joint neighbour forming an 
equilateral triangle between our front doors.)

Saturday nights we rotated through a four-weekly schedule 
with us each taking turns hosting a BBQ or similar dinner 
and then having the fourth week free for other activities 
or just relaxing.  Sunday mornings we were up early 
(well, after our Saturday nights it often seemed too 
early) for a 10 am tee off.  We played our 18 holes and 
returned home for a late lunch with our families.

Howard's wife might have been right that we were in a rut 
but the alternatives were a little scary.  I could have 
picked up a job elsewhere - payroll is payroll - but 
renting a company house didn't give me any equity that I 
could apply to a new home elsewhere.  The savings I had 
would make up the difference but then I'd be working to 
pay off a mortgage or I'd be paying city rents for an 
apartment or else I'd end up having to travel into the 
city every day rather than strolling down the street and 
getting enough exercise with Howard and Richie to keep us 
all fit.

Howard's savings were worse off than mine, having been 
divided with his ex.  I'm not sure how Richie has been 
managing but I think he feared two big weddings on the 
horizon.

---

+-----------------------------------------------------+
|  Jerry STEVENS    (44) : Nick  (23) : Prue    (17)  |
|  Richie WAINWRIGHT(46) : Cass  (21) : Shelley (17)  |
|  Howard BECK      (48) : Fiona (26) : Ange    (17)  |
+-----------------------------------------------------+

It was Richie's Saturday and Cass and Shelley had worked 
together to cook us a good sized roast.  My two provided 
dessert while Howard brought us a selection of nice wine.

When we entered, Nick joined Cass in the kitchen where 
they hit the cooking wine while Cass released Shelley to 
play hostess to their younger guests.  Prue went with her 
and when Ange arrived a minute later she followed without 
needing to ask where they were.

Howard joined Richie and I as we assessed whether to 
dress the inside table or the outside one.  There was 
enough of a chill for us all to look towards the dining 
room.

We could have all just grabbed as seat at random or been 
divided into three aged-based triplets.  We lived in each 
other's pockets though and found it more interesting to 
spread ourselves around so we actually spoke to the 
people outside those closer knit circles.

Formal dinner parties with paired guests sit "boy-girl", 
usually separating the couples.  We sat "Papa Bear-Mama 
Bear-Baby Bear" and never called it that.  This week the 
two sisters each sat approximately facing their own 
fathers.  I had Howard's oldest Fiona on my left and 
Richie's youngest Shelley on my right.

I complemented Shelley and Cass on the meal as did the 
others.  It was cooked perfectly - at least by my 
standards and no-one chose to disagree.

We tried to avoid returning to the same old topics as we 
ate and this time there was something new to discuss.

Our high school wasn't huge but there were quite a few 
children that came in from the farming properties and 
even smaller towns in the district which helped keep the 
numbers up.  Graduation was approaching and the school 
had its formal dance about three weeks beforehand.  This 
was our little girls' moment to shine yet all three were 
subdued.

"There is absolutely *NO-ONE* to go with!" complained my 
Prue.

"Well there is but *I* wouldn't want to go with them," 
Shelley agreed.

"The good ones already have steady girlfriends and those 
left are so far off the mark it's not funny."

"There is Adam Bishop."

"True.  He isn't doing drugs, recycling other people's 
cars without their approval or banging his sister."

"Shelley!"

"Sorry Dad but if you saw some of the people at school 
you'd swear the brothers and sisters had parents and 
grandparents who were brothers and sisters as well."

"So why hasn't one of you hinted to this Adam Bishop 
you'd consider an invitation favourably?"

"He's fourteen Dad and short for his age as it is.  I 
don't mind looking at the top of a guy's head if we're 
dancing but I don't want to rest my tits on top of it!"

"Angie!"

I was glad it wasn't just my daughter who was prone to 
ill-advised remarks.

"There is one girl I know who is going with someone from 
the lower class and three at least have dragged out 
cousins.  Another has conned her older brother to skip a 
date to take her.  We don't even have those options."

"So you're going stag?"

"Stag?"

"By yourselves.  No partners."

"I guess, though wouldn't that be doe?  I'd rather have 
someone male to dance with, though I'd rather go without 
than have to take a brother or cousin."

I couldn't understand one point that had been raised.  
"Why don't the three that have cousins trade them so they 
have actual dates for the night rather than relatives?"

"That's a good idea.  I might suggest it to them."

Cass grinned.  She liked to throw a cat among the pigeons 
when she got a chance.

"You three should look to the eligible bachelors around 
you.  They don't actually look as old as we know they are 
and, if you trade your own dad, you won't be going with 
relatives."

It was only natural we would look at the young lady by 
our side before looking a couple of seats away at the 
other one who might be interested.

"Ah, Miss Shelley, would you give me the pleasure of this 
dance?"

She stood when I pulled her chair back and then I took 
her in my arms and waltzed her around the music-less 
room.  The room wasn't big enough for all of us to get up 
at the same time but Richie put some music on and we took 
turns demonstrating that we old farts could move.

And of course, Cass insisted she not miss out so when 
Howard returned Prue to her seat she was ready to take 
him back onto the rug before he could sit down.  Richie 
followed and then it was my turn to ask Fiona.

The track changed before we were in position and the slow 
ballad naturally led to some slow dancing.  Fiona had no 
objection and moved even closer to me.

It had been far too long since I'd held a woman close and 
Fiona didn't have many opportunities of her own.  She 
rested her cheek against my chest and I leaned mine 
against her head.  We swayed together until the music 
ended and the cat calls started.

"Get a room, Dad."  And thank you, Prue!

Fiona gave me a final squeeze and stepped back.  I 
followed her back to the table - conscious of the slight 
bulge in my pants.  I wasn't hard but I was firmer than 
when I started dancing.  Fiona stopped suddenly to turn 
to thank me and her hand collided with my crotch.  It was 
suspicious but she made no effort to grope me.  She did 
cast her eyes in that direction though when I sat and I 
noticed both Cass and Nick watching her watching me.

"So?" asked Shelley when I was settled.

I looked at her.

"What was it you said?  Oh, right.  I would look 
favourably on an invitation."

I thought she was joking - until Prue turned to Howard 
and Ange nudged Richie.

"What? You're not serious are you?  You wouldn't want 
your dads there!"

"We'd have our dates there - who just happened to be our 
friend's dad - *AND* we wouldn't tell the girls taking 
their cousins and brother."

"Hell, those Promise Keeper types go *WITH* their 
fathers."

"Not that there is any need to make promises not to have 
sex in *THIS* town!"

I found I wasn't the only one nodding in agreement with 
my older daughter's sentiment.  I certainly wasn't 
shocked by it.

I looked at Howard, imagining him as my daughter's date 
for the evening.  He looked sophisticated; much like Sean 
Connery, he had improved with age and I could see that 
Prue wouldn't be embarrassed dancing with him.  I 
wouldn't have to worry about some guy taking her parking 
at least.

Richie and Ange didn't look that odd either; he was a 
little short and she was taller so they had been face to 
face while dancing.  I considered my own appearance as 
well.  I wasn't embarrassed by it and Shelley didn't seem 
worried about being seen with an old fart.

So...

"Michelle, though I am concerned I may be out of place 
there and I will not be offended in the least if you 
weren't serious, I would be delighted if you permitted me 
to accompany you to the ball or hop or formal or whatever 
it is being called.  I suggest you hold off giving me an 
answer now though in case someone more eligible asks you.  
I won't be offended if that happens either."

"Mr Stevens, there *ISN'T* anyone more eligible than you 
- don't you realise that?"

My Nick backed Shelley up.

"She's right Dad.  If you look around the town all the 
women your age are already accounted for, not that there 
are many men left over.  Among my age group most of the 
men are either cutting or driving all day and drinking 
most of the night.  Those that remain sober have women; 
those that don't aren't worth having and the surrounding 
towns are much the same.  And then there is the situation 
at the high school where there are four or five girls for 
every three boys."

All the women folk around the table were nodding their 
agreement and I doubted any of the menfolk would disagree 
with Nick's assessment.  We all knew how hard it was to 
find someone our age anywhere close by.  There might be 
plenty of younger women around but we weren't about to 
make fools of ourselves in a small place where even 
asking for a date could leave us open to ridicule - "What 
on Earth was he thinking!?  He's almost twice her age!"

I could imagine that.  It wouldn't be a problem if the 
lady in question said yes since then they would be 
inclined to awe or envy but even a polite no would raise 
sniggers from the likes of those the womenfolk at the 
dinner table had rejected.

"I'll concede defeat then but still treat me as being 
only on standby if you *DO* get asked, okay?"

"If you insist."

My fellow fathers followed my lead.

"You realise we probably would have had to go anyway," 
pointed out Howard.  Richie and I raised our eyebrows.

"They will be requesting parental assistance for 
chaperones and we probably top the list for responsible 
male role models around here too.  I certainly feel like 
the poster boy for chastity."

Even the girls laughed.

---

What we didn't know at the time was that our older 
daughters put their heads together about our dinner 
conversation.

"You and Shelley were right Nick.  Our dads *ARE* the 
only guys around here worth looking at unless you feel 
like stealing someone else's man."

"And if he'll drop them for you, you'll always be 
wondering if he's about to skip with someone else."

"I have to say I do like your father, Cass."

"Are you just getting in first so I say I like Fiona's 
dad rather than yours so she isn't left out?  It's 
alright Fee.  I actually think Howie is rather sexy.  
What!  Just 'cause he's your father doesn't mean he's not 
distinguished.  If you had your pick would you choose my 
dad or Nick's?"

"*IF* it was a choice between the two of them I guess I'd 
say Nick's dad - not that I think there is anything wrong 
with yours."

"Doesn't matter - Nick's already got her claws in him."

"I just said..."

"Doesn't matter, as I said.  We know the three of them 
are the only really eligible men around.  We don't have 
any dispute over which one we prefer and we know that all 
three of them are going to be receptive to a seduction 
since they are all horny *AND* that they will likely feel 
guilty enough about it afterwards that they may feel it 
is necessary to make honest women of us."

"I don't want to trick anyone into marrying me - I don't 
know that I want to get married, not yet."

"I just imagine having one of you as my step-mother and 
the other as my step-daughter.  Hey, that would make you 
her step-grandmother.  Hell!  We'd *ALL* become step-
grandmothers!"

The ensuing laughter did not detract from the important 
fact that none of the three young women saw anything 
wrong with the idea in principle.

---

We men were all duly advised two weeks before the event 
that not one approach had been made to any of our younger 
daughters and that our services would be required.

"At least *OUR* escorts will be able to drive us.  A few 
of the others have to have their parents drive them."

"We could always drive our own daughters and you could 
meet your escorts there."

"Daddy!  You wouldn't be so mean."

"Well I'm not too sure about letting some strange young 
man just drive you around the town.  I mean, you haven't 
even brought him around to introduce him to me."

Ange shook her head, got up from her seat next to me, and 
walked around to Richie's chair where she stood partly 
behind him with her hand on his shoulder.

"Dad, I'd like you to meet Richard Wainwright.  Richie, 
my father Howard Beck.  Richie has asked me to the School 
Dance and has his own car.  He promises he will drive 
very carefully if you'll allow him to pick me up."

"I don't know.  Have you been driving long - Richie, is 
it?"

As you might have guessed, we make our own entertainment 
around here and if the quality of our humour is not 
always of a high standard, the quantity of our bullshit 
matches the great plains when the bison still roamed 
supreme.

Howard reluctantly gave his approval and then I had to 
consider his request to drive Prue to the High School.

Richie was a bastard and was going to say no, 'since he 
was going to be there anyway' until I threatened to 
change my mind which would have a flow on effect.  Both 
his daughter and his date argued in favour of my being 
permitted to take Shelley myself.

---

Our regular dinner was abandoned two weeks later as our 
older daughters greeted their sisters' dates for the 
evening in our absence.  I don't know what our neighbours 
thought of us playing musical driveways.

In each house, a "young man" waited for his date to 
descend while the substitute parent warned him to be on 
his best behaviour and not to keep his date out too late.

"Needless to say, I expect you will refrain from 
drinking!"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good.  Ah, here she is.  Now I'd just like to get a 
couple of photos of the two of you please."

I dutifully stood beside Shelley while we had our 
photographs taken then I handed her a box with a small 
corsage.  It was something we three men felt appropriate 
though we doubted the tradition persisted to the same 
degree as it had when we were seventeen going on 
eighteen.  We each felt the need to let our dates know 
they were appreciated, even if we were three old farts.

"Would you pin it on please?"

Ah, I hadn't expected Michelle would be wearing a dress 
with spaghetti straps.

"It's alright - just there."

I had to slip two fingers inside the top of her dress to 
make sure the pin didn't go into flesh - and Cass was 
there with the damned camera to get me groping her 
sister!  Okay, it wasn't a grope but I felt the softness 
behind the dress even if it was because Shelley leaned 
forward into my hand and her gothic bodice was designed 
to be braless.

Flower in place, I was told to put my arm behind Shelley 
while Cass got a few more.

"You're loving this aren't you," I chided.

"Are you saying you *DON'T* like having your arm around a 
beautiful young lady?"

"Of course not..." I began but Shelley turned and looked 
at me.

"Are you saying you think I'm beautiful?"

"What?  Well, yes I do.  You look lo..."

"Thank you."

I had no chance to say more.  Shelley had her hand on the 
back of my neck and pulled me forward to kiss me - 
presumably in gratitude.

Did I mention the damned camera?  I was sure Richie would 
kill me.

"I think we should go."

It was the first non-fatherly kiss I'd received in ages.

---

I was somehow volunteered to take another couple - though 
none of our daughters thought it reasonable to travel in 
the car their own father drove.  The pickup was on the 
way so I didn't really mind and I had no reason to want 
to be alone with Shelley; indeed, after that kiss, I was 
better off with the company.

"Is it okay if I call you Jerry for tonight?"

"You're old enough that I don't think it matters if you 
use my name any time."

Shelley beamed and hugged my arm.  "Thank you."

I was conscious of her lack of bra.

Gloria's parents were surprised that I was Shelley's 
escort as well as chauffeur and insisted we both had time 
to stand with Gloria and Adam for a combined photo at 
Gloria's request.  I had to stand behind Shelley and she 
grabbed my hands and held them around her waist.  I could 
feel her breasts resting on top of them and hoped the 
photograph didn't reveal my state of mind - and that my 
state of arousal wasn't obvious either to the girl 
pressing back into me or to the others in the room when 
she moved.

When we left, Shelley turned around and leaned over the 
front bench seat (I told you we were three old farts!) to 
talk to the couple in the back.  The conversation was 
mainly over their dresses and Adam and I stoically waited 
for the enthusiasm for fashion to die down - we arrived 
before it did and then seeing the other girls only fanned 
the flames again.

The others were there already and Shelley and I joined 
them after she'd led me over most of the decorated 
gymnasium first.

"You should have gotten here earlier - there were less 
people in the grand tour."

I smiled at Howard then heard Richie address his 
daughter.  "I thought you had a bra on earlier, young 
lady?"

"The straps were visible, Da..., Richie."  Shelley 
grinned cheekily.

"Richie!"  Ange rested her hand on his arm.  "She looks 
lovely - and it is a special night."

"What Saturday?"

So I wasn't the only one going by my first name.

Adam and Gloria joined us more out of courtesy.  Gloria 
was happy enough being with her friends but he seemed a 
little awkward in our presence and they were the first on 
the dance floor when the music started.

Of course, we all had to join them and I felt a little 
foolish swaying around.  I felt something else watching 
Shelley's breasts swaying around.  Damn, it had been far 
too long!  I saw her eyes drop to check my response then 
she looked at me and smiled.  This was going to be a long 
evening.

At the end of the song she wasn't the only girl to 
embrace her partner.  It covered me adequately until the 
next song started and people were busy again.  We stayed 
through three songs - perhaps twelve minutes - and then 
she took my hand and led me back to our corner so I was 
hidden behind her.

Howard and Richie asked their dates if they would like a 
drink but, when I did the same, Shelley suggested I wait 
a couple of minutes - and avoid the rush.  Her hand 
rested briefly on my knee when I agreed.  Richie would 
definitely kill me.

Shelley leaned against me.  "I assume that is for me.  
Thank you, it's flattering.  I was worried you thought of 
me as too much of a kid.  Tonight is special for me - and 
not just for the dance.  I want to thank you for bringing 
me."

She put her lips to my cheek as I watched my daughter 
Prue smirking.  I waggled a finger at her and she only 
grinned wider.  Ange was as bad but I wasn't *HER* 
father.  Prue made a point of thanking Howard in a 
similar fashion then Ange thanked Richie.  I presume 
since they hadn't witnessed the first kiss Shelley felt 
it necessary to prove something to Howard and I got a 
second.

The night continued much as these affairs do with two 
exceptions - slow dancing started far earlier in the 
evening than I would have expected and most of the girls 
who had dates allowed their dateless friends to share 
their escorts for one or two songs.

"Don't they worry that the other girl will try to steal 
their date?" I asked Shelley, conscious of the excess 
number of females at the school.

"The girls all want a guy but if they get accused of 
stealing one the other girls will gang up on her.  It can 
get pretty lonely especially when those with boyfriends 
arrange for them to ostracise the new couple as well."

That was just before she was asked if she minded me 
dancing with some other girl.  Shelley looked at me with 
a grin, "Just remember - you don't want to have no-one to 
talk to, including Prue!"

I felt my new partner fit her body against mine on the 
dark, crowded dance floor - as Shelley had done and then 
Amelia and Francine during earlier "ladies excuse me" - 
and wondered if I was being set up.  Surely they weren't 
all independently checking me out!

I looked around and noted Richie had some girl grinding 
herself against him though most of the High School boys 
seemed to be getting the same treatment.

Howard was being similarly treated though the girl in his 
arms reached down to pull his butt towards her as the 
song came to an end.  They parted and I was shocked to 
see it was Prue.  Howard's expression was of surprise and 
then he looked across the dance floor and realised I'd 
seen too.  Surprise changed to shock and then panic.

I didn't know what to say when he leaned towards me when 
we got to the edge of the dance floor and whispered in my 
ear.

"I'm sorry.  I haven't been doing anything to lead her on 
or encourage any of them but they all seem to be behaving 
much the same."

I couldn't say "It's okay" but I offered him a little 
reassurance.  "So it's not just me then."

When we asked Richie he grinned and, though his blush 
wasn't so obvious in the strobe lighting, we realised he 
was embarrassed to admit he'd been enjoying the 
attention.

I didn't want to be the chaperone or the father but I 
needed some answers for my own peace of mind.  I 
separated Prue from the herd.  "What was happening with 
Howard out there?"  I think she could tell I asked in 
concern and not anger.

"The other girls were so busy checking him out whenever 
they had a chance I thought I'd better remind him who he 
was here with."

"So all the bump and grind isn't premeditated?"

"Premeditated?  You think I want them getting that close 
to him?"

"Then why?"

She looked at me as if I was slow.  Hadn't we had this 
conversation already?

"Because he's one of the hottest guys in town.  All three 
of you are - though I never said that about you, okay?"

"We're all in our forties!"

"So?  You're experienced.  You know how to treat a girl 
nice and, without being mercenary, you can afford to do 
more than these guys."  She waved her hand to indicate 
the High School boys.

I leaned over and pressed my cheek to hers.  I doubted 
she wanted a kiss from her dad.

"I just want you safe Prue."

"Can't I be safe and happy?"

What did that mean?

"That would be good but perhaps for now safe is more 
important."

"I like him, Dad."

"Howard?"

"Of course Howard!"

"Can I suggest you ease off a little then, without 
upsetting you?"

"Why?"

"If you want someone to know you're interested, you don't 
scare him off by being too eager."

She looked at me.  Who was I?  She'd expected a lecture 
when I started; instead she got advice - advice that made 
sense.

She nodded.  I patted her arm and we rejoined the others.  
From her look I knew I wasn't to say too much to Howard.  
The same obviously didn't apply to the huddle of teenage 
girls.

"What's up?"

"She just got carried away.  Apparently we are minor 
celebrities tonight."

"Well we aren't the only stars of the dance floor.  While 
you've been chatting, we've been comparing notes.  That 
taller boy over there..."

"Yeah?"

"He's had his tongue down the throats of three different 
girls at least while he's been out there and over in the 
shadows."

I looked.  There was a boy with two different girls.  He 
had a hand on a butt cheek from each girl and I wasn't at 
all sure what the two girls were doing with the hands 
that were hidden between them.

"And there are three or four pairs of girls that are 
doing more than dancing together.  I'm thinking of 
signing up to supervise next year just for the show!  It 
seems all they have to do is make sure no-one is 
drinking, doing drugs, or actually fornicating in the 
gym."

"And they have to act as bouncers if any older guys try 
to gatecrash."

"As opposed to them getting invited so they can be mauled 
by infants."

"They didn't feel like infants squashed up against me."

We laughed at Richie while agreeing whole-heartedly.

Our daughters apparently came to an agreement while they 
discussed my conversation with Prue since all three 
behaved less brazenly and all three became more 
possessive of us, declining any further requests for us 
as partners even when they were feeling like sitting out 
a song.

I still felt Shelley's breasts pressing against me when 
we danced but her groin only made the sort of casual 
contact with mine that would be normal when dancing.  I 
somehow managed to keep from full erection though I went 
up and back to semi-hard quite often.

Eventually there was only the last dance and it was super 
slow with the lighting dropped even lower than before.  
Having gotten out onto the dance floor we had to just 
stand where we were and sway.  From the little I could 
see, this song was more for tonsil hockey.

Shelley threaded her fingers together behind my neck and 
stepped left then right then back again.  Her dancing 
mainly involved rubbing her chest against me.  She added 
some weight to my neck and pulled me where she could talk 
into my ear.

"Thank you for bringing me Jerry.  You've made this a 
wonderful night."

I turned slightly to say "You're welcome" but Shelley 
turned too and slid her arms around my neck instead of 
just her fingers.  Before I knew it her tongue was 
between my open lips and - I blame the surprise - I was 
rubbing my tongue across it.

I could have, should have, put my hands on her hips and 
pushed her away.  I did eventually straighten but that 
was really only because Shelley had taken a break.

"Wow.  That was nice."

I resisted her efforts to draw me back for another.  I 
did have to work with the parents of many of those around 
me.

"What?  You didn't like it?"  Shelley looked as though 
she felt she was a failure.

"Too much.  Yes, it was nice."

"Good!"

She rested her cheek against my collarbone and her arms 
slid over my shoulders to pin my arms where they were 
wrapped around her.

Two seconds before the song ended some mischief-maker 
turned the lights on full.  With my hand shielding my 
eyes I still managed to note Richie and Ange parting from 
a kiss of their own.  I didn't search for Prue and 
Howard.

I didn't really want to know and I think I would be happy 
if "what happens at Prom Night stays at the Prom!"

Gloria made her way back to us with Adam in tow; he 
looked rather excited.

"Mr Stevens, there is an After-Prom party and I wonder if 
you would mind dropping us off?  My dad will pick us up 
about midnight."

"You're sure?"  Hell if I was going to get all protective 
about some teenage girl when I wasn't overly concerned 
about my own!

"Yes.  I wouldn't bother you but the boy who was going to 
take us left early and now we have no way of getting 
there unless we walk."

"Where is it then?"

It turned out to be reasonably close so I agreed.  In a 
small town we tend to have a good idea who to trust and I 
knew Gloria's family.  Besides I'd give her father a call 
when I got home, just in case.

Young people had to be shown you trusted them to act 
responsibly - up until the point you found them doing 
otherwise.

One advantage of not being there officially was that we 
didn't have to wait until everyone else had left and the 
place was secured.  The girls said goodbye to their 
friends and we headed for the cars.  Our dates had gone 
in on our arms - now they all wanted to hold our hands.

Gloria and Adam sat in the back again and Shelley slid 
right over next to me.  When there were some noises from 
the back that indicated the other couple were continuing 
the last dance she turned to watch and giggled.

"Don't mind me - and Jerry has to keep *HIS* eyes on the 
road."

I decided they would do whatever they were going to do 
whether I played the parent or not.  I remembered what I 
got up to at that age.

"Almost there."  I heard a shuffling and "leave it" from 
Gloria.

I pulled up and my extra passengers thanked me.

"Could we just have a peak inside please Jerry?  I don't 
want to stay but if someone says what it was like I'd 
know what they were talking about."

I shrugged and turned the engine off.  Shelley scooted 
out after me - I suspect to give her more opportunities 
to brush her tits against my arm and then my back.

I recognised the name on the letter box and when we 
wandered down the driveway towards the noise and light at 
the back my sudden appearance caused Les Evans to 
straighten suddenly.

"Mr Stevens!  Welcome."

"Thanks Les and it's Jerry.  I've just dropped a couple 
more guests off for you and Shelley and I thought we'd 
have a look-see if you didn't mind.  Must say you're a 
glutton for punishment though.

He grinned.  "Feel free to stay or have a look round.  I 
figured I wasn't going to have too many more chances for 
my son to play host to his friends if he's off to college 
next year so this would do for a post-dance party and a 
graduation celebration.  At least I don't have to worry 
about gate crashers like I hear they have in the city."

"There are quite a few things I'm grateful for when I 
think about living here and the nature of our young'uns 
is one thing on the list.  There were quite a few at the 
dance and I didn't notice anyone inebriated."

Shelley sniggered beside me.

"Well apparently I missed one (snigger) or two."  She 
remained blessedly silent.

"You expect a little disobedience.  I've told them here 
that any hint of alcohol or weed and I shut the party 
down and call their parents.  I know some of the parents 
couldn't care less what their kids are up to but I think 
those here are eager enough to stay to make sure they 
police themselves."

He looked at Shelley with her arm through mine.

"You can speak to them if you want."  He couldn't 
understand her shyness - though it might have just been 
civility - not wanting to walk out on the adults while 
they were having a conversation.

"I'm okay thanks.  They can see me."  She hugged my arm.

"So I'm just on display, am I?" I teased.

"I want them to be jealous."

Les looked a little surprised.

"This is your daughter?"

"No.  Shelley's my daughter's friend, or my friend's 
daughter.  I'm her date tonight."

I expected more surprise but I think his expression was 
one of admiration.

"So - do you want to speak to anyone?" I asked.

"No, I'm okay.  I just heard the yard was going to be 
decorated and I wanted to have a look.  Thank you Mr. 
Evans."

"You're welcome and you can still stay."

"Thanks," I returned, "but I think I'd only make them 
nervous."

Les probably thought I was more eager to get Shelley on 
her own.  Damn!  I'd be squelching rumours for weeks.  I 
shook his hand and we returned to the car.

In an effort to get Shelley to sit on her side of the 
seat I opened her door for her.  Once more, she planted a 
kiss on my lips and climbed in.  She was in the middle 
sat and buckled up before I had my door open.

The minx had also moved my seat belt under her leg so I 
then had to ask her to lift it up.  While my fingers were 
beneath her she dropped lightly down - trapping my hand - 
then lifted again with an insincere apology.

I started the car and Shelley leaned against me.  She 
rested her head on my shoulder and dropped her hand onto 
my leg.

"I don't think you should put your hand there, Shelley."

"Well I can't hang onto your arm in case you need it and 
if I put it where I wanted to I'm sure we would have a 
crash."

"Michelle!"

"Oh, and you haven't been excited all night!  What makes 
you think I'm any different?"

"Twenty odd years."

"So you can get hard about a girl 'twenty odd years' 
younger than you but I'm not allowed to get wet about a 
guy 'twenty odd years' older?"

"You can get wet.  You - We - aren't allowed to do 
anything about it."

"You do know I'm 18 in a few weeks."

"And I'm 44 so it's 26 years.  That just means we would 
be allowed legally, not that we should."

Shelley didn't remove her hand but she didn't move it 
anywhere worse.

I pulled into my driveway - it was too late for the 
earlier nonsense.  Both of the other couples were home 
already; I would walk Shelley to her door.

"Jerry, I have a little thank you present.  You've been a 
wonderful escort and I had a lovely time.  You've put up 
with me and all the hussies - other hussies - teasing and 
exploring and I just want you to have something to 
remember tonight.

I was halfway through saying it wasn't necessary when the 
spaghetti straps slid over her shoulders and Shelley 
pulled the front of her bodice down.  She was most 
impressive and I never finished my sentence.

I guess I just sat there in the car staring for a while.  
Shelley's giggles - and subsequent jiggles - brought me 
out of my trance and I suddenly remembered where I was.  
I looked at my house - good, no-one at the window 
wondering why I wasn't coming inside - and then around at 
Richie's.  Whew!

"You are lovely Shelley but I really think that's 
enough."

"Only if *YOU* give me a kiss goodnight."  Did I say she 
was a minx?

I leaned forward, a willing victim of her blackmail, and 
kissed her.  Shelley's tongue caressed mine as she opened 
her lips to admit it and when we parted she looked 
satisfied.

"That was as nice as before.  I thought you might limit 
me to just a peck."

"Would you have been satisfied with that?"

"No, but I might have let you get away with it.  Would 
you like to get my door?"

Moving around the car gave her time to settle everything 
back into place.  She held my hand and stood with her 
face raised when we reached her doorstep.  I bent forward 
and gave her another kiss, quickly backing away as I 
heard footsteps inside.

Cass opened the door with a smirk on her face.  "Trouble 
getting the seatbelt undone?"

"Why, yes actually."

"I'll bet."  She left the door open and Shelley thanked 
me again.

I went home and, as Shelley had probably intended, jacked 
off to the memory of her tits.

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