Lesbian Lagoon

Closing the door behind me, I remembered the feel of Erin pressed against me. The memory caused a stirring within my shorts. I walked to my bed after stopping at the dresser and removing a magazine from its top left drawer. Staring at the naked woman on the cover, I sat down.

My father had given me this magazine the day before. He insisted that I get over Jenny- which I insisted that I had- and find myself a new woman or at least someone to screw. I don't have to say that I was a bit shocked that this was coming from a man pushing seventy but, that's how dad is. I took the magazine to humor him. Now, as I sat flipping through its pages, I knew that I took it as much for myself as for him.

I slipped out of my clothes, sitting naked on the side of my bed. There was a picture of a sexy twenty-something that was mixed like my Erin: half black, half white. She looked to be a bit taller than Erin but, that didn't matter. The fantasy had already implanted itself into my mind.

I slide my hand down the shaft of my fully erected sex, seeing not this woman in the magazine lying on her back, exposing her most intimate places to the camera but, I saw Erin in all her glory, revealing to me what I was aching for. I imagined her hand moving up and down on me, faster and faster still, until she uttered the words that I prayed she might say to me.

Cum for me.

The thought of her ever uttering such words to me, sent me over the edge causing me to cum instantly. In fact, the fantasy of Erin lying in such a pose worked well enough for me to cum again shortly thereafter only I refused to allow myself to orgasm so quickly. I imagined that she made me work for it. I was practically begging to cum, nearly some half hour later.

Covered in sweat, I grabbed a towel and enjoyed my hot shower. When I emerged from the bathroom, Erin sat on my bed wearing a pair of white cotton underwear and a gray tank top. I instantly noticed that her full breasts were not bound by a bra. My eyes then moved over her sleek crossed legs. I would have loved to kneel before her, moving those panties to the side and make love to her with my mouth. My hunger for her only dissipated when I finally saw that she was casually holding the porno magazine in her hands.

"Is this yours?" she asked, looking evenly over the cover.

I blanched fearing that she might scold me or say that I was sinful for even possessing such a thing. "Your grandfather gave that to me," I stuttered. "He thinks I need to. . .uh. . . I'm not into that sort of thing, usually. Are you mad?"

Erin looked at me with a curious frown. "Why should I be mad, love?"

Slowly, I moved to lean against the frame of my bathroom door, feeling that familiar stirring just beneath the surface of my navy pants. I opened my mouth to speak but, found my voice had abandoned me.

Erin opened the magazine, lightly turning through its pages. She tilted her head a bit to the left, sending her long hair falling over her shoulder. Her study intensified as she stopped her scan, focusing her study on one particular woman.

"She's pretty," I heard her say as she motioned with her chin for me to look at the woman holding her attention.

I pushed off the door, going to sit beside my daughter on the bed. My brown eyes grew wide as I realized that she was looking at the woman, who had held my attention only a few moments before; the woman that I related so successfully to her.

"Yeah," I said rubbing the back of my neck.

"Was I not supposed to know that you had this?"

Actually, I wasn't sure how I had expected her to react to my owning a magazine like this. The casual manner in which she allowed her eyes to drift over the pages was driving me wild. She was inviting me to look at these images with her.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed the way I kept rubbing the back of my neck.

"What's wrong with your neck?" Erin asked, turning the page.

"Nothing," I lied.

Her brown eyes looked away from the magazine, finding mine. Erin focused on me, searching for the answer to her question which she knew would be hidden within my eyes. She frowned thoughtfully. "You hurt yourself exercising."

"It's just a little knot," I said, wondering how she always did that. "It's nothing, really."

Erin stood up, handing me the magazine.

"Are you leaving?" I asked nervously.

"Do you want me to?"

"No." I took her hand in mine, not wanting to let her go.

Smiling in a way that warmed my heart, Erin touched my cheek. "Lie down."

My heart began to beat wildly as a flurry of lurid images flooded my mind. "Why?"

Erin gently guided me onto my stomach, making sure that I propped a pillow comfortably under my chin. She crawled onto the bed, straddling my hips. As her hands began to move over my back in a tender massage, she asked, "How's that?"

I closed my eyes, enjoying her hands on me more than I thought possible. "Hold on," I said, pretending to be uncomfortable.

Moving beneath her, I could feel my lower back rubbing against her through those thin cotton panties. The tightening of her thighs drew my attention as her body instinctively reacted to my seemingly innocent movements.

"Better?" she asked, when I had stopped my squirming.

I knew that she had leaned forward a bit. Her voice had seemed closer, the slope of her sex had changed to a different angle, tormenting me wonderfully and her breasts were now dangling just above my back. Through the fabric of her shirt I could feel that her nipples had hardened as a result of my actions.

"Sorry." I wasn't in the least. I would have done the same if I had it to do, again. "I just needed to get into a better position." Now, that part had been true. I did want to get into a better position and this one was bliss.

"So," I sighed as the massage continued. "What was it that you needed?"

Erin's hands were moving over me like someone, who had more than just a casual experience at relieving certain tensions. She had the skill of a woman, who had seduced many a man into her bed.

"I came in here to talk to you about tomorrow," she said.

"Yeah, I was wondering about that too." That was an understatement. I was dying to know what she had in store for me.

"I was hoping that we could go for a drive along the coast."

"In the convertible," I added, seeing where this was going.

"You know me too well," she chuckled softly.

I smiled. Erin had always loved going for long drives. There was something about being on the open road that brought comfort to her. "I don't know, Erin." I was dying to see how she would try to convince me.

"Please, Daddy," she said, doing the remarkable and gentling her massage even more. A deep sigh left my lips as I tried to feign reluctance. The truth was that I looked forward to our drives as much as she did. I could not remember the last time that we had been out like that. She had been so busy lately with her new job and her ex. "Alright."

I listened to her laugh happily.

"Thank you, Daddy. I knew you'd say, 'yes.'"

Looking over my shoulder, I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. "You're spoiled, Erin."

"I know it." Smirking, she asked, "Would you like to know a secret?"

"Sure, love. Tell me."

The smile that she had on her face changed to a more serious expression. She leaned forward, stopping with her lips near my ear. "I think, you like spoiling me."

I took in a deep breath, loving the feel of her breath tickling her ear and her chest pressed closely to my back. I would have given anything for her to remain so close but, as she pulled away, I could feel myself missing the warmth of her body. She was pushing up to put an end to the massage . I didn't want this to be over so quickly.


Reaching out, I rested my hand on her hip. I could not tear my brown eyes away from those white panties.

Erin saw where my eyes were fixed and frowned nervously. "Daddy?"

I did not want to scare her. Although, I suspected that I was. My need to have her was slowly burning me like a fever I had never known. This fever must have affected my brain because I was suddenly doing things that I might have never thought of doing before.

My thumb traced idly along the edge of her panties, hooking underneath them while moving them slightly to the side. A tattoo which had been hidden beneath her underwear was revealed to me, now. I stared at it for the longest time, wishing that I could cover it in kisses.

"What is this?" I asked, doing my best to prolong this moment.

Erin blushed. The tattoo was what she thought I had been looking at this entire time. "It's a butterfly," she said.

Tracing over the blue and yellow wings of the butterfly, I heard her breath tremble. She liked my touch. Her hardening nipples were positive proof of that fact. "When did you get it?"

She shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate on my question and not my hand. "I've had it. Didn't I tell you?"

"No, Erin. I would remember something like this." God, I didn't think I would ever forget it. I stared at her exposed hip and the skin revealed to me. My imagination wondered why I did not see the outer edge of the dark diamond-shaped hair which I knew I should be seeing. Did she shave? Did she wax?

"Do you like it, Daddy?"

"Oh, yes, baby. She's beautiful."

Now, lying on my side, I wondered if she could feel the erection straining to break free of my pants. I looked up to see her staring at me. What is she thinking about all this, I wondered.

Erin smiled. "Goodnight, love." She leaned forward to kiss what I assumed would be my cheek, when I suddenly felt her lips press against mine.

The kiss was innocent but, I cupped her face, hanging on to that kiss just a bit longer than she had anticipated.

When Erin backed away, she felt my sex piercing into her thigh. She smiled bashfully as she looked down at what she felt pressing into her flesh. "I think those pictures did more for you than you let on."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, that is certainly not because of me," she said leaving the room. But, my excitement was because of her. It was always because of her.

After Erin left, I did my best to calm myself. I thought that a good night's rest would help but, that proved more elusive than I had ever dreamed. Unable to sleep, I went to my study.

I sat behind my desk, thinking not of the book in front of me but, the young woman that I knew was sleeping in the room directly above me. Setting the book down, I reclined in my large leather chair. I untied the sash of my robe allowing it to open. Looking down at my legs, I remembered how, in recent months, I had been content to lounge around my house in the nude. I had told myself that I would not be able to do that now that Erin was here. The truth was that I wanted to be free of my restricting clothes more now than ever.

Stripping out of my pants, I closed my eyes while relaxing in my quiet study. I must have nodded off because when I came to, Erin was standing above me. Nervously, I tried to cover myself up but, she had her head down and did not seem to notice that I had nothing on except my robe. I tensed as I saw the way that she held her head.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked sitting up. My eyes slowly moved over her form, loving the tank top near burst and the thin underwear.

She shook her head, raking her fingers through her long dark hair. "I think that I might be coming down with something."

Her voice had sounded so child-like. Erin was asking for my help. The same way that she would have asked for help after having a bad dream, when she had been a little girl. It always made me want to move heaven and earth to make things right for her again.

"Do you have a fever?" I asked.

Erin took my hand, bringing it to her forehead. "I don't know," she mumbled in a pout.

Concern brought a frown to my face. "You do feel a little warm."