Daddy Swap
Avery Sam
Daddy Swap
by Avery Sam
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Dripping
A Harmless Crush
Operation Daddy Swap
We’re Coming
A Quick Dip
Bon Appetit
Wraparound
A Very Sweet Dream
Also by Avery Sam
Dripping
“Alright, you ready?” said Charlie, reaching underneath her mattress to pull out the notebook with rainbows and unicorns on the front cover.
“I don’t know...” said Natasha, carefully pleating her skirt around her knees as she got herself into a seated position on the bed.
“I have a feeling big surprises are in store,” said Charlie with a grin. “All right, let’s go over last week’s results. Tom Vandercamp continues to be in the number one spot, to no one’s surprise, hehe. As for number two, we had a bit of an upstart in Kenneth Bloem after he...”
“Oh, what’s the point?” said Natasha with a sad sigh.
“What do you mean, what’s the point?” said Charlie, a puzzled expression on her face. “We always do the rankings on Saturday.”
“I mean what’s the point of ranking the hottest guys in school if we’re never allowed to date any of them?” said Natasha.
“Because it’s fun, that’s why,” said Charlie. “I mean, I’ve been thinking about Kenneth all week, ever since he pulled off that last second shot to win the game against Oakville. Every time I picture him doing that fist pump, I get chills.”
“Yeah, but that’s just it,” said Natasha. “I’m tired of dreaming about guys. Heck, you and I have imaginary dated every guy at school by this point.”
“I know, right?” said Charlie with a saucy smile.
“I want more, Charlie, you know?” said Natasha. “I want to feel a real kiss on my lips. I want to feel a real guy’s arms around my waist, pulling me in close so I can feel the heat of his body against mine.”
“Mmm, nice,” said Charlie, reaching up to begin gently stroking one of her breasts.
“No, stop it!” said Natasha, pulling her friend’s hand down. “I really think if I don’t get some action soon, I’m going to, like, go crazy or something.”
“Oh, you’re just being melodramatic,” said Charlie. “Come on, isn’t it better this way? If we really slept around with all the guys on our list, we’d be bigger sluts than Lisa McPherson. And who knows? We’d probably have some kind of STD or something, too.”
“I know,” said Natasha with a little moan of frustration. “Look, I get it, alright? I know we have to save ourselves for marriage and all that stuff, but I just don’t know if I can wait anymore, Charlie. I really don’t.”
“Well, it won’t be that much longer,” said Charlie, reaching out to give her friend a comforting pat on the arm. “Our dads said we could go on chaperoned dates as soon as we graduate. That’s only a few more months!”
“Oh god, I just can’t stand it!” said Natasha, bouncing to her feet and pacing around the room. “I want more, Charlie, much more. I don’t want to go on a chaperoned date. I want a guy to rip my clothes off and throw me down on the bed and ravish me.”
“Oh, hot,” said Charlie, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Exactly,” said Natasha, nodding. “I’m tired of touching myself. I want to be touched. Can’t you understand that?”
“Of course I understand,” said Charlie. “Hey, it’s hard for me too, sometimes. The night after the game, I was rolling around in bed for, like, hours, with one hand between my legs and my thumb in my mouth to keep from making a sound. It was torture.”
“Yeah, exactly. This is torture,” said Natasha, pausing for a moment to look in the mirror. “I mean, look at us. We’re both young and hot. We should be going out to parties and having fun, not stuck in the house on another Saturday night.”
“Are you saying you want to sneak out?” said Charlie. “Because you know how my dad is. He’d probably have me arrested, not even joking.”
“No, I don’t mean sneaking out,” said Natasha with a sigh as she rejoined her friend on the bed. “The other day, I saw Sophie Beaverton riding around in Chad Pennington’s car, you know, the one where you can put the top down? And the wind was blowing in her hair and, gosh, I don’t know... She just looked like she was having the time of her life.”
“I’m sure she was,” said Charlie with a chuckle. “Word around school is that she gives every guy a blowjob on the first date.”
“You’re not listening to me,” said Natasha with a frown. “The point is that she was free. She doesn’t have to sneak around, and she can do whatever she wants. That’s what I want. I want to be free.”
“I know, but...” said Charlie.
“I mean, do you think that makes me a bad person?” said Natasha, interrupting her friend. “Just because I want to feel a boy’s hands on me?”
“No, of course not,” said Charlie. “Hey, I get those urges, too, you know.”
“Then why is it our dads can’t seem to understand that?” said Natasha, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “Why do they act like we’re delicate flowers who will wilt or something if we spend five seconds alone with a boy?”
“Come on, Natasha, you know why,” said Charlie, sitting up and tugging down her top, which had ridden up. “I mean, I can barely remember my mom, but my dad certainly does, just as yours does, too. I think the shock of losing them just did something to them, you know? LIke they’re afraid of losing us, too.”
“Well, what’s the point of keeping me under lock and key if I’m going to explode?” said Natasha. “Because I really feel like I will sometimes. I get this restless sensation inside of me that drives me nuts. I can’t think straight. I can’t eat. I can barely even breathe.”
“Wow, that intense, huh?” said Charlie.
“Yeah,” said Natasha, hanging her head. “Touching myself helps a little, you know? But not for long. And then it comes back even worse, somehow. I tried going online to find some answers, but it was just a crazy mess.”
“Well, I guess it’s time I told you something,” said Charlie. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”
“Huh? Of course not,” said Natasha.
“All right, I didn’t set out to do it intentionally, all right?” said Charlie, looking around as if there might be someone eavesdropping on them. “But I slept through my alarm clock last Tuesday, and so I was running around all morning in a frenzy, trying to get ready for school on time.”
“Okay...” said Natasha.
“And my dad was downstairs, telling me to hurry up, you know?” said Charlie. “And, well, I threw on my skirt and then my socks and shoes. And, um, somehow I forgot to put on any underwear.”
“What?” said Natasha, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Yeah, I know, right?” said Charlie with a little giggle. “I didn’t even realize it until I went to the bathroom after second period. And then I was like oopsie.”
“Oh my goodness,” said Natasha, her pulse racing. “What did you do?”
“What could I do?” said Charlie with a grin. “I just had to sit there with my legs tightly closed, praying no one would notice. Which, thank goodness, they didn’t.”
“Wow, that’s crazy,” said Natasha, shaking her head in disbelief.
“I know, right?” said Charlie. “Okay, but get this, the whole time, right? I’m buzzing. Like, the harder I squeezed my legs together, the more intense the buzzing got. By the time school ended, I was ready to pop like a balloon.”
“I can imagine,” said Natasha, beginning to feel a tremble of excitement build up inside her.
“So if you remember, we went by your place that day after school on our way to the library,” said Charlie.
“Yeah, I remember. What of it?” said Natasha.
“Well, your dad was in the kitchen,” said Charlie, her eyes twinkling. “And do you know what he said to me? He said, ‘I got to say, Charlie. You’re growing up to be quite a fine-looking woman.’”
“Alright...” said Natasha.
“And then he hands me a paper towel and says, ‘Getting to be quite a hot day, huh?’” said Charlie, beaming from ear to ear.
“Huh? I don’t get it,” said Natasha.
“Don’t you see? Somehow, he knew!” said Charlie, clapping her hand over her mouth. “He could tell I was turned on. And sure enough, when I went to the bathroom, I was dripping. My thighs were completely soaked.”
“Oh, um, wow,” said Natasha. “And you think my dad knew that?”
“Well, why else would he give me that paper towel?” said Charlie with a laugh. “It wasn’t like I’d spilled some milk or something.”
“Hm, well that is rather odd,” said Natasha. “But yeah, my dad’s a pretty observant guy.”
“Not my dad, though. He’s oblivious,” said Charlie with a grin. “A couple of weeks ago, he was bringing in the laundry, and there was one of your bras in there. I guess you left it behind during our sleepover. And my dad turns to me and says, ‘Hey, are your boobs getting bigger?’ Hilarious, right?”
“Oh my goodness, your dad touched my bra?” said Natasha, her face growing hot.
A Harmless Crush
“Um, yeah. That’s what you get for forgetting your clothes, you dork,” said Charlie. “My dad does the laundry. I asked him once if he didn’t think that was women’s work, and he said, nah, that I’d just make a mess of it, which is true.”
“Yeah, probably so,” said Natasha with a grin. “I just can’t believe your dad was talking about my boobs.”
“No, he was talking about your bra, you silly,” said Charlie. “You know, as weirdly protective as my dad is about me, I’m not even sure if he even sees other women. I’ve never even heard him make a crude comment, you know?”
“Yeah, it is kinda weird, now that I think about it,” said Natasha. “Why do you think our dads never go on dates? They always talk about boys like they’re out-of-control horndogs, but they never go out, and yet they’re both quite handsome.”
“Especially your dad,” said Charlie. “He’s dreamy, really. Every time he rolls up his sleeves to go work outside in the garden, I get a funny feeling inside.”
“Charlie, oh my gosh!” said Natasha. “Are you seriously telling me you’re into my dad? You’re a sick puppy, you know that?”
“Aww, come on,” said Charlie. “He’s literally the only other guy I ever get to spend time alone with. Who else am I going to fantasize about?”
“I don’t know,” said Natasha, shaking her head. “It just feels wrong.”
“Does it?” said Charlie, arching an eyebrow. “Because I’ve seen you flirting with my dad many times.”
“What?” exclaimed Natasha. “That’s not true.”
“Oh, isn’t it?” said Charlie. “The first thing you do when you get to my house is take off your bra.”
“I told you. I just can’t find one that fits me properly,” said Natasha. “Wait until your boobs fill out more. You’ll see. It’s like being trapped in a sweaty cage.”
“Right, sure,” said Charlie. “And that’s why you’re always bending over to pretend to pick something off the floor so he can look right down your shirt as your giant boobies jiggle and wiggle around.”
“What? I do not do that,” said Natasha, giving her friend a playful swat. “You’re nuts. Besides, if anyone is flirting with anyone else’s dad, it’s you. Every time you’re at my house, you’re like, ‘Oh, have you been working out, Mr. Hudson?’ and ‘My goodness, that shirt really suits you, sir’ to him.”
“Damn straight,” said Charlie with a giggle. “I’ll admit it. Your dad is super hot, especially when he gets out of the shower and is wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.”
“Oh!” said Natasha with a gasp.
“Oh, give me a break and stop pretending like my dad doesn’t get you all hot and bothered,” said Charlie. “Come on, Natasha. I’ve seen the way you look at him when he’s wearing his gray sweatpants, like a hungry dog that wants to jump on a bone.”
“All right, I have to admit those are pretty sexy,” said Natasha with a grin. “But I mean, come on. He’s your dad, Charlie.”
“And so what? He’s a single guy,” said Charlie. “Just face it. You’re into him.”
“Fine. Maybe I am, a little,” said Natasha. “But that’s all it is, a harmless crush.”
“Really?” said Charlie. “What would you do if you had five minutes alone with him?”
“What do you mean? I wouldn’t do anything,” said Natasha, her cheeks flushed with heat.
“What if it was movie night, and I pretended like I was really sleepy and went up to bed before the movie ended?” said Charlie. “And it was just the two of you alone in the living room?”
“Nothing,” said Natasha, squirming around a bit. “I’d just sit there and watch the movie.”
“What if he put his arm around you and you were leaning against his chest?” said Charlie, her eyes wide with excitement. “What would you do?”
“I don’t know,” said Natasha with a shrug. “I guess I’d sit there.”
“Okay, but what if you glanced down and you saw he had an erection?” said Charlie, her pulse racing.
“What are you saying? This is your dad you’re talking about, Charlie,” said Natasha.
“I know, but what if oops, your hand slipped, and it touched his dick through the fabric of his gray sweat pants?” said Charlie. “Would you act like nothing happened, or would you give it a little squeeze?”
“Oh, mercy, this is all so crazy,” said Natasha. “My hand on your dad’s... thing?”
“Yeah, it could happen,” said Charlie. “And it’s, like, really hard, like it’s about to poke you in the eye hard. Would you touch it?”
“I don’t know,” said Natasha, her thighs tightly squeezed together. “I mean, maybe, I guess. But this is all such a crazy thing to consider.”
“Aha! I knew it,” said Charlie, sitting up. “And what if he pulled his dick out and asked you to suck it a little?”
“Charlie! He would never do such a thing,” said Natasha, anxiously tugging at the hem of her skirt.
“You’d do it, wouldn’t you?” said Charlie, her eyes wide. “You’d open your mouth and let him slip that big dick of his inside, wouldn’t you? Come on, I can see it in your eyes!”
“I... I really don’t know where you’re going with all this,” said Natasha, finding it hard to breathe. “Your dad’s not going to take out his... thing and put it in my mouth.”
“I know,” said Charlie with a little sigh. “But I wish he would. I mean, I wish your dad would. I’d totally suck him off in a heartbeat.”
“Oh my goodness,” said Natasha.
“I’d let him do anything to me that he wanted to,” said Charlie, an absent-minded look in her eye as one of her hands crept up to her breasts. “Ever since that day in the kitchen with the paper towel, I get wet just thinking about him. I keep waiting for him to yank up my skirt, spin me around, and stick his dick in me, you know?”
“Woah,” said Natasha. “This... This is all getting a little intense. This is my dad you’re talking about, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s okay. I’d be cool with you fucking my dad, too,” said Charlie, now openly fondling one of her nipples.
“That’s... that’s...” said Natasha, finding it impossible to think straight.
“It’s hot is what it is,” said Charlie, scooting closer to her friend. “Come on, just admit it. Since we’re not allowed to go out on dates, why not get our satisfaction in-house, so to speak?”
“You want me to... lose my virginity to your dad?” said Natasha, her whole body trembling.
“Why not?” said Charlie with a sly grin. “We could both lose our virginity to each other’s dads. It’s fitting, don’t you think? I mean, we’re practically sisters, anyway. Come on. It’ll be so hot!”
“I don’t... I don’t know,” said Natasha, flinching when Charlie reached out to touch her just above the knee.
“Plus, they’re older and more experienced,” murmured Charlie. “They’d know just how to touch us to make us come, like, a thousand times.”
“Yeah...” said Natasha, feeling a bit light-headed. “Maybe.”
“Oh, for sure,” said Charlie, leaning in to kiss her friend on the side of the neck. “And the best part is nobody would ever know.”
“Nobody would... ever know?” moaned Natasha as Charlie’s hand began moving up her leg.
“Yep,” murmured Charlie. “Nobody at school, nobody in the community, nobody from church would ever find out. It would be our little secret.”
“Yeah,” said Natasha. “Our little secret...”
“That’s right,” said Charlie, resting one hand on her friend’s cheek. “You and I have lots of little secrets, don’t we?”
“Mmm,” said Natasha, no longer in a position to put up any resistance as Charlie pushed her down on the bed and began kissing her passionately.
Just as with all the other times they’d done things that they never talked about afterward, Natasha closed her eyes and pretended like it was all part of a movie she was watching. Even when Charlie spread Natasha’s legs apart, Natasha was imagining that it was one of those old black and white films with Greta Garbo or Cary Grant, the kind where the music swelled whenever there was a romantic scene.
The movie in Natasha’s head cut to black the moment Charlie pulled away, leaving her gasping for air and flushed with heat on the pastel-colored bedsheets.
“See?” Charlie whispered, her eyes glittering in the dim light. She flopped onto her back beside Natasha, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s not so difficult to imagine, getting what we need, right here. Then when we’re older and on our own, we can do whatever we want with boys.”
“Yeah, maybe,” said Natasha, surprised by the flicker of excitement she could feel in her chest.
Perhaps Charlie was right. Being inducted into the joys of womanhood by a man she trusted might give her some reprieve from the intense feelings that had been building up inside of her ever since she’d begun to fill out. Plus, their dads were best friends, so there was a kind of strange logic to it all.
Yes, maybe this was all meant to be.