Ariel

I hadn’t seen my daughter Ariel since she was eighteen when we’d said goodbye, and I moved to California to get away from her mother. The divorce had been painful for all of us and I thought it best to move to other coast. Ariel had gone to college and was now 21 and engaged to some boy I had yet to meet.

In our weekly calls to each other she’d told me that she wanted to bring him out to meet me. I agreed, and bought them plane tickets so I could meet this man, and try not to hate him as much as I felt when I’d heard the news. I guess all dad’s feel that way when some guy is about to steal their daughter away from them, but I hoped I could get over it and learn to like my future son in law.

A couple of weeks later I answered the door and there was Ariel! She jumped into my arms and gave me a huge hug.

“Dad I missed you so much!” She told me, and I had to tell her the same as her fiancé was getting their bags out of the Taxi.

She let go of me finally as the young guy walked up offering his hand, “Matt Jacobs’s sir…glad to meet you!” He told me and shook my hand.

“Hi Matt, I’m Bill,” I told him and looked him up and down.

As I helped carry the bags inside I couldn’t help but notice he looked similar to me. He was about my height and build, and had his head shaved, whereas mine was bald naturally. We were both about six feet tall, he was a tad thinner than me but not too much thanks to my workouts in the California sun and surf.

I was more surprised at how much my daughter had changed. She was somewhere around five foot six or seven, with long legs and now had large round boobs that reminded me of her mom…my ex-wife. Ariel and Matt both looked like they worked out on a regular basis and had tans. Probably from a tanning booth but what the hell, I wasn’t going to tell them it was bad for them even if I thought it was.

Ariel had let her blonde hair grown down over her shoulders. She had it in a pony tail that hung down to the middle of her back. And it seemed to me that her blue eyes were much darker than the last time I’d seen them. She was gorgeous but I guess all dads’ think that about their daughters.

Ariel was the best thing I’d ever done in my life. I’d loved her more than anything in the world from the day she popped out wet and naked. It had been the hardest thing I’d ever done leaving her behind, but everyone has their breaking point. Her mom had found mine with a guy she worked with. I’d found out the hard way she’d been cheating on me for years before one of her friends finally told me.

Ariel had asked me about it when she’d turned sixteen, and I’d explained it to her on the phone. She cried a lot, and we never spoke about it again even though it was like clockwork that we talked on the phone at least once a week. I missed most of her growing up but tried to be the best dad I could from long distance.

All those thoughts raced through my head when I saw her again in person. I put them behind me the best I could because she was grown and about to get married. I hoped things turned out better for her than they had for me. I let it go and tried to be the best host I could.

I took both of them out for dinner that night after a short tour down to the beach. We sat around after a great meal of authentic Mexican food…just drinking margarita’s that came in a huge fishbowl type glasses.

Matt seemed a nice enough guy, but I figured he was probably putting on his best show for me. He was about to graduate with a degree in business he’d explained, and already had a job lined up with a big company back out here in California. I thought they were both too young to get married but I kept it to myself.

“If he got the job I’d at least get to spend some time with Ariel”, I thought.

By eight PM the bar had filled up and a live band started playing. I kept ordering drinks and watching my daughter and future son-in-law dance the night away as I slowly got bombed. Ariel managed to drag me out for a slow dance and I remember how her hair smelled like strawberries as we danced. It melted my heart dancing with her and feeling how tight she clung to me.

“Dad, I think we better go home.” She laughed into my ear when the song ended, “I’m getting drunk as hell!”

I had to laugh and remind myself that she was twenty one. So instead of giving her a hard time I said, “Me too, that tequila packs a kick!”

Ariel gave me a kiss on the side of my neck and kept her arm around my waist as we walked back to our table, “God I love you so much it hurts!” She said, just before we got back to our table and Matt.

I didn’t take it literally, and told her how much I loved her back.

All of us grabbed a cab back to my place and I sat around drinking a beer with Matt and Ariel. We talked about their future plans, hopes and dreams. I learned that they were going to wait until Ariel finished school in a year and a half before they got married. I was glad that she was going to finish college, but not real happy they were going to move in together in the fall.

Of course I really didn’t have a say in the matter, and hoped my daughter knew what she was doing. Matt seemed okay but I still didn’t trust him with my girl.

After the talk died down we decided to play some cards and I found a bottle of tequila in my cupboard and poured us all shots in between beers. I wanted to get Matt drunk, and see what else I could learn about him. By midnight we were all roaring drunk and everything seemed funny as hell.

Ariel was weaving around when she came back from the bathroom. And I had to smile at her as she bumped into the wall a couple of times coming down the hallway.

Matt and I were still looking at our cards and talking about all kinds of stuff. The cards were blurry to me and I suppose they weren’t much better to him, since he kept slowly sinking in his chair.

Eventually Ariel said, “Matt, I’m going to bed.” after finishing one last shot, “Don’t stay up too long if you want to get lucky!” She laughed, and weaved off to the stairs and went down to the guest room in the basement.

“I can’t resist that!” Matt told me, “She’s really hot in bed!” He blurted out and then looked sick for what he’d said, “Sorry….”

I let it go, and poured another round filling our shot glasses, “Let’s play one more hand.” I told him as he starred blindly at the full glass like there was no way he could drink it. I was buzzing pretty hard myself but downed mine anyway.

It took a lot of convincing, but Matt managed to have two more shots before he got up and staggered to the bathroom. When he came back he didn’t say anything and I watched him head down the stairs about as slow as an old man. He was holding the rail and I was afraid he might fall but he didn’t. I did laugh out loud a couple of times as he hung on the railing for dear life.

I downed the last of my beer, and was about to head to my room when I heard a big thump downstairs.

I went down the stairs and found it wasn’t as easy as I’d thought! I almost fell a couple of times myself before I reached the bottom. I was pretty damn drunk, but I wasn’t about to pass out like Matt had done in front of the bedroom door. He was lying there on the carpet with a dumb smile on his face when I found him.

I’d almost stepped on him because the lights were off except for a small reading light coming from the nightstand in the bedroom. I peeked into the bedroom and saw Ariel lying on top of the sheets. Her clothes were strung out from the doorway to the edge of the bed on the floor.

I found her blouse, shorts, bra, and finally panties right next to the edge of the bed. It took my breath away when I saw her laying there completely naked. My little girl was snoring lightly sleeping on her back in the middle of the mattress. I should have turned around right then… but I couldn’t take my eyes of her naked body.

Her nice round boobs were rising and falling slowly, and a tiny patch of neatly trimmed blonde pubes rested above her beautiful little puffy pussy lips!

I kept looking at her and my dick started growing in the front of my shorts. I turned back and went out the door feeling guilty for what I had been thinking looking at her. I saw Matt laying there and I tried to wake him up but he was out cold. So I got a blanket from the sofa and put it over him and he sighed and rolled over and started snoring again.

I tried to force myself to leave but I just stood there looking down at my beautiful girl. I padded barefoot in the soft carpet up next to the bed and looked down at her. My cock was getting hard as a rock in my shorts and evil thoughts raced through my alcohol filled brain. I just had to make love to her. So I closed the bedroom door quietly and went over to the reading light and flipped it off.

The room was pitch-dark and I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face when the light was out. I hoped that between being drunk and how dark it was I could get away with pretending I was Matt. The booze made me feel like it was a good plan and I didn’t even think about Matt sleeping on the floor outside the door.

I stumbled my drunken ass over to the other side of the bed and I dropped my shirt, shorts, and boxers at my feet. I grabbed the blankets and flipped them over my sleeping daughter and crawled naked into the bed next to her.

When I rolled over next to her, I gently grabbed a nice warm boob in my hand and started to massage it. She moaned softly and slurred out a drunken whisper, “It’s about time you came to bed.” I didn’t say a word and hoped that she was drunk enough that she wouldn’t realize who it really was in her bed.

I froze for a minute wondering what I would do if she woke up? She whispered once more, “Don’t stop, I’m horny baby.”

I started rubbing her boobs again and moved over and found a nice warm nipple with my lips. It was good that the room was pitch-dark as I started to suck on it. Ariel began to get more awake and I ran my hand down her flat tummy and then through her pubes and found her nice wet slit as she spread her legs apart to let me feel her pussy.