The next morning I was up early and did my usual morning coffee prep and early reading until I heard muffled voices from the spare bedroom. I went in and found Lo talking to the three (the guy above her in the bunk was leaning over the edge to see Lo). They were talking about Lo’s job and studies as a sex-positive therapist. I’m not sure how they got on that topic but it opens the floodgates for so many questions. Lo was still in her cute pink tee and lying down in bed.
“Oh yeah, I teach about that,” she was saying.
“Even anal sex?” one of the three asked.
“So you teach how to do it?”
“In a manner of speaking. I teach about safety, what things make it more pleasant, and most especially, that you — usually I’m speaking to women — shouldn’t feel inhibited at all to either want it or to vocalize that that you don’t want it. But I strongly encourage experimentation. I mean, how can you know what you don’t want until you’ve tried it?”
“So you’ve tried everything you teach about?”
“Honey,” she said, “and then some.”
“Ahem,” I grunted, falsely clearing my throat to interrupt the conversation, “Lo, would you like some coffee?”
“Oh, yes please,” she said with a smile and bright eyes.
“Any of you want some? — it’s a fresh pot.”
All the boys chimed in a “yes” together.
Lo got up and walked passed them in her too-short-to-be-a-skirt-t-shirt. She came out into the kitchen area and I whispered to her as I poured the coffee, “Lo, you are bad.”
“What do you mean, Daddy?” she asked, looking innocent and staring at her toes.
“You’re teasing them.”
“Do you think so?”
“Am I your bad little good girl or your good little bad girl?”
“Lo, you’re my little girl and you’re acting like a petulant child!”
“Spank me!” she said, quickly turning tail and bending over.
Before I could reprimand her once more, Kate slowly emerged from the master bedroom. She quickly averted her gaze, realizing she had interrupted a private moment.
“Oh, hi Kate,” Lo said with a big grin and a little chuckle as she stood straight up — her nipples hard under her tee.
“Would you like some coffee, Kate?” I asked to change the subject.
I passed a cup to Lo and she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “Thank you, Daddy,” as I looked at her and said, “You’d better get changed.”
“I was just about to do that,” she said, giving me a little wink. I immediately regretted saying that cause I knew exactly what she was going to do.
I poured a cup of coffee for Kate and then three more for the boys.
I walked into the spare bedroom to tell them their coffee was ready and I got a distracted, “Be right there,” as they were all looking at the open bathroom door. I heard the shower begin to run and I knew that Lo was in there removing what little she had on and getting in the shower — the tramp.
I walked out, exasperated, and read my book and sipped my coffee.
On the ride home Lo complained that the weekend was just a day too short. She began to wonder aloud about what mischief she could have created had we had one more night with the three. Of course, as she wondered, she rubbed herself to orgasm and then leaned over to have me in her mouth on the curvy back roads back home.
[Excerpt from the story, “Dangerous Curves,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]