Dream party

— Dad, hi, how are you? Did you wake up long ago?

— Well, actually, you woke me up, hello, — I grumbled in a sleepy voice.

— Stop sleeping, it's already eleven o'clock!

— I'm on vacation, I can afford it. How are you doing?

— Yeah, fine, everything's good, studying, studying, studying, and sometimes hanging out a little.

Vika is my daughter, she's 19, she went to study in St. Petersburg. Her mother and I have been divorced for three years now, as they say, it didn't work out. She traded a handsome guy, an athlete like me, for some scrawny artist, ugh damn, it's even disgusting to remember. But he supposedly has a rich inner world. That bastard probably still

shits boiling water that he stole my wife. And screw him, yeah, it was hard on the soul from the hurt, then I accepted it. My daughter treats both of us equally well

— Dad, you know what I wanted to ask?

— Okay, I won't give money for an abortion!!

— What???

— Yeah, I'm joking, what did you want to say?

— Oh, come on, you joker. So, here's the thing, — Vika made a long pause. — Well, my friends rented a house for a bachelorette party, and there's some kind of emergency there, either a pipe burst or something else. They can't find a house now, I said I'd talk to you, maybe they can have the party at your place?

-Um... well, you've really put me on the spot. And when is this event supposed to be?

— Well, actually on Friday...

— You mean the day after tomorrow?

— Yeah.

— Thanks for at least not telling me on the same day. And what am I supposed to do, where do I go? And how many people will there be, and who?

— Well, you can theoretically stay home, I said we could offer the first floor, and you'll be on the second, they won't go up. There's Katya and Anya, my friends from kindergarten, Olya Kislitsyna, Nastya and Masha, she's the one getting married soon

All the names were familiar to me, but I couldn't remember who was who.

— Well, okay, since it's a desperate situation, let them hang out, what's required of me?

— Nothing, I'll call the girls, tell them you don't mind, then on Friday just show them the house.

— Okay, sunshine, for you. What about you, weren't you planning to come too?

— Can't make it, unfortunately.

For some reason, I got worried. On Friday morning, Masha (the future bride) came by, she brought alcohol and some other boxes. I couldn't recall having seen her before this moment. The girl was, as they say, "the picture of health," about 170 cm tall, not thin, not fat, broad shoulders, rounded hips, probably a size 3 chest, straight reddish hair below her shoulders. The girl smiled sweetly and said hello, I showed her the house, left a set of keys with her, and went to the city myself, wanting to return as late as possible.

I arrived around nine in the evening, entered the house through the garage and tried to slip unnoticed to the second floor.

— Hello, Sergey Vladimirovich, — a chorus of female voices sounded behind me.

— Hello, girls, I won't bother you, I'll go to the second floor. Is everything okay with you, do you need anything?

— No, thank you so much for sharing your house, — answered a cute blonde girl with a tattoo on her left forearm, I think her name was Nastya.

— Don't you want to join us? — this seemed to be Katya, my daughter's friend from kindergarten. — Won't you be bored there alone?

— It's your bachelorette party, I think I'd be out of place, have fun.

Music was playing on the first floor, the girls were laughing loudly. I sat down in the armchair in my study and turned on an action movie starring Jason Statham. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, I flinched in surprise.

— Yes, it's open!

The door opened and two girls, Anya and Olya, entered the study. Both slender, both brunettes, medium-length hair, both in short dresses, Anya in pastel blue, Olya in bright turquoise. They were like two twin sisters, very similar.

— Sergey Vladimirovich, we wanted to ask, are we bothering you too much? — Olya was speaking. — Maybe it's time for us to wrap up?

— N...no, everything's fine, relax, have fun, you're not bothering me.

— Super, thank you so much, can we order pizza then, because we're kind of hungry already, — Anya pursed her full lips and made an extremely cute face

— Of course, you can. How about this, I'll order you pizza as my gift for the bachelorette party. How many should I order? And what kind?

The girls clapped their hands, their dresses were so short that I could practically see their panties, just about three centimeters short. I ordered three large pizzas, which were delivered in 45 minutes. The girls thanked me very much and again asked me to join them, but I refused. My daughter's friends were already quite drunk. The time was past midnight. I was sitting in my armchair with a tablet and frankly dozing off. There were two bedrooms on the first floor and I allowed the girls to stay overnight if they wished. Apparently, I fell asleep and, as if feeling someone else's gaze on me, I suddenly opened my eyes. Nastya (the blonde with the tattoo) was standing in the slightly open door. I blinked.

— What's wrong...Nastya, right? Sorry, I might mix up names

— Yes, that's right, — her voice sounded very quiet and gentle. — Everything's fine, everyone's asleep.

— A...and why aren't you sleeping?

— Can't sleep, — she walked into the study and leaned her shoulder against the wall, looking at me.

— Are you feeling okay? Do you want to leave, I can call a taxi, although a taxi will take a long time to get here at this time, if you want I can drive you.

— No, — she took a few steps and knelt down by the armchair, placed her warm palms on my hand.

— Nastya, what are you doing?

— I saw you so long ago, probably the last time, about two years ago. Do you remember me?

— Y...yes, but I have a very bad memory for faces, I know you studied with Vika in school, you came in ninth grade, I think.

— Yes, that's right, — she slightly ran her palm over my hand, which made my heart flutter. — I really liked you back then, but I was 18 then, I even thought wow, what a father Vika has. I often thought about you, remembered you, and when I had my first time I imagined you, Sergey...

She seemed to want to say my patronymic, but suddenly changed her mind, stopping at my first name. I felt hot from excitement. The girl smelled of perfume and wine, and this mixture was intoxicating my head. She placed one hand on my knee and moved it higher. I rose slightly in the armchair.

— Nastya, what are you... what are you thinking?

But she seemed not to hear me. Her hand touched my crotch, where under the fabric of my shorts and underwear, my cock had perked up a bit.

— Nastya, — I repeated again.

She felt the hardness of my organ and squeezed it a little with her hand, licking her dry lips. I couldn't take it, stood up, grabbed the girl by the shoulders, lifted her from her knees and pressed her against the wall.

— Nastya, you've been drinking, you can't do this, you'll regret it in the morning...

— I'm not drunk, and I'll never regret this, it's a pity there wasn't a reason to be near you earlier, kiss me.

God, how beautiful she is, that sweet round face, gorgeous, young firm body, so alluring, fluffy breasts rising with every breath. Just let go of all thoughts and take her — was spinning in my head. She wrapped her arms around me, slipped them under my T-shirt, started stroking my back. She pressed her whole body against me, kissed my lips, neck, and I stood like a statue, still not daring to take that step. Nastya took a step back and deftly pulled her dress off over her head. Ooo, this body is just a bomb, flat stomach, thong panties, lace bra. She stood a step away from me as if letting me enjoy the beauty of her body. She brought her hands behind her back and the bra fell to the floor. That's it, there were no more brakes. I pressed my lips to her nipples, she moaned softly, wrapping her arms around my head. Intoxicated by her smell and body, I tore off my clothes, turned her with her back to me and the head of my cock quickly found the entrance.

— Mmmm, just not so fast, don't rush, okay? — the girl was saying.

— Don't think this was the first and last time, — she kissed me and went down to the bedroom on the first floor.

I also went to the shower, enjoying the cool water to my heart's content. Coming out of the shower, I went down to the first floor to get some water. And I ran nose to nose into Masha. Since I thought all the girls were already asleep, I had only put on shorts.

— Oh ... Sergey.... Vladimirovich... you scared me, — Masha flinched, her hair was disheveled.

— Sorry, I thought everyone was asleep, are you okay?

The girl shrugged, she had an exhausted look.

— I think I drank too much, I feel sick.

And she dashed off and ran to the toilet. I poured water into a glass and went into the bathroom, gathered her hair and held it while she "called for Edik" (vomited).

— Damn, I'm so ashamed, sorry

— Oh, stop it, it happens to everyone, — I handed her a glass of water.

Masha washed her face, I handed her a towel, walked her to the bedroom.

— Masha, if anything, the first aid kit is in the kitchen in the top corner cabinet, there's something for hangovers, if you need it in the morning.

-Thank you so much, you're so sweet and caring, — she ran her eyes over my body, raising an eyebrow slightly.

I went up to my room, stripped naked and fell asleep. I slept almost until noon, you always sleep so well on empty balls. Going downstairs, I didn't find anyone, the girls had left, the first floor was in order. What good girls, they cleaned up after themselves. The phone rang:

-Dad, hi, how are you, did you sleep well? Nastya called me, asked me to thank you for your hospitality!

Nastya? Why her specifically? My heart skipped a beat

— Yeah? She didn't say anything else?

-No, is something wrong?

— Oh no, just asking, your friends are very nice, they cleaned everything up in the morning.

— Well, yeah, I told them you don't like mess. By the way, they're just in shock about you, how awesome you are! Didn't expect me to have such a dad, although some saw you last year.

I hadn't even hung up when the phone rang again

— Hello, — I answered

— Sergey Vladimirovich, it's Masha, — interesting where she got my number.

— Yes, Masha, how are you?

— Thanks, good... well, relatively good, I took your advice and went into the first aid kit this morning. Sergey Vladimirovich, I think I forgot my phone charger at your place, can I come by?

— Yes, of course, do you want me to bring it, I was about to go to the city soon.

— No, don't, I'll drop by.

— Well, okay, come over.

I found her charger in the bedroom near the bed. I went to my mini gym and just when I got under the shower, the doorbell rang.

— Ah, damn, such bad timing, — I cursed, putting shorts on my wet body.

My whole path from the second floor was accompanied by wet footprints.

— Hello, again, — Masha said quickly when I opened the door.- Oh, seems like I came at a bad time?

Masha today was in short gray-green-brown shorts and a white top. She didn't bother with a bra, so the fabric stuck out a little in two places. I couldn't help but notice, and she couldn't help but notice that I noticed. She came inside the house and, seeing the wet footprints, giggled.

— What is it?

— Sorry, I imagined you running from the shower in a hurry, — she had an amazing laugh.

— Got carried away in the gym, — I smiled back.

— You have a gym here too?

— Yes, on the second floor, want to see? — for some reason I offered

— Of course, — the girl agreed, unexpectedly for me.

We went up to the second floor. Masha went first, and I from behind didn't miss the chance to admire her curves.

— Wow, there's so much stuff here, do you work out often?

— Well, almost every day, sometimes more, sometimes less.

— Well, it shows on you, it's great when everything is in one house like this. And I wanted to get myself in shape before the wedding, but... — she sighed heavily, patting her hips.

— Masha, you look amazing, — she really was gorgeous, not skinny, but everything was there, chest, waist, butt, and legs amazingly straight and beautiful.

— Thanks, of course, but I don't think so about myself. Can I try?

She pointed to the machine where you pull the block down to your chest. I reduced the weight and stood behind her. The girl grabbed the bar and her top rode up, exposing the lower part of her back. Surprisingly, she took quite a considerable weight for a girl. She rested a bit and did another set.

— I'm signing up for a gym, this is so cool. I'd work out more, but I don't want to burden you.

— Not at all, I'm glad, but the clothes, you'll sweat and how will you go back then?

— Yeah... right.

— If you want, I can give you Vika's clothes, she's really more