Ophelia Ch. 01

Mike had come in late off shift and gone straight to bed, he hadn't realized until he got up that it was Friday and his daughter was home from college. She was now hogging the bathroom, singing in the shower as he debated stepping out the back door to take a piss. Yeah, she would be an hour at least. He headed to the garage and the back door grumpily. On the way back, he did have to smile as he listened to her very off key rendition of 'Uptown Girl'. He was so used to her bedroom door being closed, that he glanced in when he passed it, then paused.

He had forgotten that she was bringing a friend with her for break. The girl lay sprawled in the trundle bed pulled out from Liv's daybed, half tangled in a sheet. She had nothing on but a pair of boyshort underwear that cupped her round ass perfectly and a cutoff tank top that was bunched up and showed most of her back. He saw a messy bun on the pillow with a lot of curly brown hair and that was all he could see. A tight, smoking hot backside, a slender waist with little dimples on her back and curly brown hair. Her legs were tangled in the sheets, but he could see her curvy thighs and half of one calf, along with a foot poking out and bright red nail polish on her toes.

She was fast asleep.

Mike had never considered himself a creep or a perv. He had glanced around when he visited his daughter at college and he enjoyed the eye candy at his job as a bartender. He never took the bait though, always just smiled and flirted and moved on.

Just now though, he kinda wanted to see more. He swallowed hard and glanced at the bathroom door. The shower was still on and Liv had moved on to 'Wagon Wheel', still off key.

He looked back at the prone girl on the trundle. He stepped into the room silently, down and around so he could see her front.

She had her fist wrapped in the sheets, pressed against her cheek as she lay curled up on her side and she had a cute little face under all of that hair. Full lips, button nose, lashes across her cheeks. He wondered what color her eyes were? His eyes roamed down to the bunched tank top and the undersides of her breasts. They weren't huge, but they were pert and looked like a perfect handful.

He felt himself getting hard and he shifted slightly.

There was a little roll in her belly. Not fat, but the kind of roll any girl who didn't work out religiously got when they bent over and curled up. It was a cute little roll and for some reason it endeared her to him. Girls spent so much time worrying about their figure, wearing body shaping clothes, sucking in their guts, getting surgery... It was nice to see a girl who wasn't stressed about it and showing off their real beauty.

Even if it was only because she was asleep.

What had Liv said her name was?

"Liv?" the girl mumbled sleepily. "You done yet?"

He slipped out of the room and hurried to his own room to get dressed, still thinking about the guest. Instead of going back to bed, like he had planned on, he went to the kitchen and made an attempt at pancakes. When that failed, he tried to make omelettes. They turned into scrambled eggs with extras.

"Daddy!" Liv squealed, running into the kitchen and hugging him. He laughed and hugged her back, spinning her.

Mike was average in a lot of ways. Average height, average built, average looks for the most part, average abilities. Jack of all trades, ace of none. What he had been blessed with was the kind of face that made you warm to him and made you smile. A kind face, so he had been told, the sort of face that made you instantly trust him. Coupled with his dark blonde curls, girls were always all over him for some reason he never understood. Liv's mom was no exception. She had been a tall, blonde beauty. A cheerleader, an elitist, a snob. Everything he wasn't. He'd asked her out on a bet, she'd said yes. They had never really gotten along, but her constant joke that 'he better be glad he was great in the sack' told him everything he needed to know about her. They'd broken up after a month, then she came to him two months later and said she was pregnant. She didn't want to keep the baby, he did.

He was surprised when he convinced her to have the baby and let him take her. He was doubly surprised when she did it, walking away. Everyone told him that when she had the baby she would bond with it and not want to give it up. The nurses said she wouldn't even look at Liv and didn't want to know if it was a boy or girl. He hadn't seen her mom since, but Liv was just like her. In looks at least. Tall, beautiful, leggy blonde. The kind of girl that every guy chased. The good thing was, that she was nothing like her mom in other ways, she was happy, carefree and sweet. More like him in attitude.

He put his daughter down and looked past her to the girl in the doorway. "Hey Liv, who's your friend?"

"Dad, meet my friend, O."

"O?" he asked as the girl came in and offered her hand. She was short he saw now and adorably curvy with her shorts and tank top. Her eyes were a hazel that looked almost amber and she had a smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks. She was stunning.

"Ophelia," the girl offered with a shy smile. He shook her hand, but pulled away quickly, not wanting to come off creepy.

"Ok you two, we got burnt pancakes or scrambled... stuff."

"Did you really try and cook daddy?" Liv asked in an 'awwwwwe' tone. "You are so sweet! O, you don't even know, he NEVER cooks. Like, ever. We usually go to Waffle House or Denny's."

"Hey now!" Mike teased. "Don't forget Ihop."

The girls laughed and he looked back at Ophelia and the light in her eyes when she smiled.

"Daddy, as good as this sounds and looks... I am going to vote Ihop."

"Seconded," Ophelia added, going on tiptoe to look in the pan.

She was so close he could smell her shampoo and he wanted to reach out and tuck her stray curls into her bun for her.

He cleared his throat and managed a laugh. "Sure. You girls get dressed and we will go. We'll have to take your car Liv, we can't all fit on my harley."

The ride there was awkward as he sat in the passenger seat facing his daughter but constantly glancing back at Ophelia who was doing her make-up. Her hair was down now, a mass of curls that looked wild and untameable. Hair bigger than she was.

"So what's your major Ophelia?" he asked politely, but he was actually genuinely interested.

"Right now it's chemistry," Liv said teasingly.

Ophelia grinned and shook her head. "You can call me 'O', Mr Mattson. I am majoring in Industrial Engineering."

Holy crap she was smart too.

"Sure, O, if you call me Mike and not 'Mr'."

"I told her to just call you dad, but she said no. It was too creepy, like those guys who like to be called daddy. I told her I called you daddy still and she laughed at me."

"Oh, hey now. My baby girl can call me daddy when she's a mom herself."

"Not happening daddy! LALALALA!"

Mike smiled, happy Liv was home. He missed her and her constant smiles and jokes. "So no new boys I guess?" he asked lightly.

"Oh, always a new boy," O answered, laughing.

"O!"

"What? You can tease me about getting drunk one time and I can't tease about you having three dates in one weekend with three boys?"

"Ok, not fair! One was just to study, one was accidental and one was spur of the moment! I only liked one of them and we didn't even kiss!"

"How do you accidentally go on a date?" Mike asked his daughter, laughing.

"You have to be a complete airhead!" Ophelia teased.

"Shut it! No, it was just... this friend of a friend and I were talking while our other friend was flirting with this dude. Just making idle conversation that acquaintances make and he asked if I was going to the NF concert. I said I wish and he said he had a ticket I could have, he wasn't using it. So we went to the NF concert together and our seats were together and we stopped and got food. It wasn't a date date, it just sort of happened... accidentally. I mean, I wouldn't have just gone if he'd been like, hey, wanna go on a date to a concert with me... it just worked out weird. And it's cool, we're friends now."

Mike listened to his daughter and her friend ramble on and tease each other, still stealing glances at Ophelia in the back. She put away her make-up before she was done and he realized she was done. She just didn't wear a lot. She made an attempt to wrangle her curls, plaiting them in a braid as thick as her forearm. She looked adorable.

"So daddy, tonight?"

"What was that Liv?" he asked, having missed what she'd asked.

"You taking us to your bar?"

"You sure you want to go to The Do Drop? There's places that are more..."

"No daddy, your bar! We can dance with college guys any time, we want to party with you this weekend. I have been of age for a year now and we have never gotten drunk together!"

"Ok, but it's usually older people. I mean, not old like me, but late twenty somethings who are still on the party scene. Also, you know you can't keep up with me, right?" he asked, laughing.

"Whatever! You have no idea! O may not be able to keep up, but your baby girl is all you daddy! I can drink all my friends under the table."

"She can," Ophelia agreed.

Mike laughed, but he hadn't been serious. He was a bartender, but he didn't drink much anymore. Most of the time when women insisted on buying him shots, he just shot water. His days of hangovers and long nights were behind him.

"How old are you Mike?" Ophelia asked. "You look way younger than my dad."

"He is way younger than your dad!" Liv answered. "Mom and dad were only sixteen when she had me. Your parents were like fifty!"

"Hey! I was their happy accident. And it pays to be the baby with siblings more than a decade older. So what was it like raising a baby at sixteen? What was her mom like? Liv says she doesn't remember her, she died when she was little?"

Mike looked at his daughter who was clenching her teeth and turning red. He swallowed sadly, then turned back to Ophelia. "She was beautiful, Liv looks so much like her. She was a cheerleader, popular, the kind of girl other girls wanted to be back then. Raising a baby that young would have been a lot harder if it weren't for my parents. Mom watched her while... we finished school. After school when I got a job, and once graduation came, during my regular job. We lived with my folks until Liv was about seven. They wanted us to stay, but I found a place near a better school that wasn't too expensive. Liv was so stinking smart."

"Like my dad!" Liv said quickly.

"I don't know about that," Mike laughed. "She was so smart, I had to get her into a better school. So we got a little place and stayed there till she was in highschool. Dad died when Liv was around ten, then mom died the summer between Liv's freshman and sophomore year. We moved into their place and have been there since. Wow, this place is packed, you sure Liv?"

"Yeah! I want funny face pancakes like when I was eight!" she laughed.

The girls sat together and Mike sat across from them, watching them. He felt almost like a creep the way he was watching his daughter's friend, but he was completely enamoured with her. She had a sweet, shy smile, a completely geeky and dry sense of humor, she was smart as hell and she was stunning. He didn't normally like short girls, but she was the exception.

He wanted her.

He cleared his throat and looked away. "So Liv, no new boy to speak of. What about you Ophelia? You have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, sorry, I don't mean to assume."

Liv laughed and nudged her friend, and Ophelia blushed furiously. "No sir, I don't really date much."

"No? Why not? Too busy with schoolwork?"

"No sir... I mean sort of. But..."

"She is really picky," Liv teased.

"I'm not picky! It's not picky to just want a guy who doesn't expect to take me to bed on our first date! Netflix and Chill is not a first date plan. Pizza at his place while he plays video games is not a first date plan. It's not too much to want a real date with a real guy who feels lucky to get a kiss!"

"You are just too shy! You have to tell them what you want. You are a pushover and guys see that in you. I don't have an issue with straight up saying, ok, we can go to the bar, but we are not fucking no matter how drunk I get! You won't even put yourself in the situation because you have a hard time saying no. To anyone! And you go to a guy's place and he is playing video games? Nuh uh, you walk right the fuck out the door, you don't sit there and politely watch him until he bothers to notice you and asks you to suck him off."

"Jesus Liv, language!" Mike whispered, looking around.

"I'm just sayin how it is. O, you are way too polite and way too accommodating. Learn to say no. Let yourself have fun without being afraid of having to say no at the end of the night. Daddy, tell her. She is way too sweet and way too cute for the assholes she has gone out with."

"Sounds like it's the truth," Mike agreed.

Sitting through breakfast was hard on him, but what came next was worse. They made him sit through shopping and trying on dresses for going out in that night. Mike grinned at his daughter's bohemian style and admired Ophelia's more conservative look. Liv convinced Ophelia to try on some more risque things and they both started trying on mini dresses and giggling at each other.

"These!" Liv exclaimed, posing in a red, slinky minidress.

Ophelia looked less convinced in hers as she frowned at herself.

"What do you think Daddy, these?"

"Umm. Ophelia looks good... it looks short on you."

"It's the same dress!"

"And you are a foot taller! It looks like a glorified shirt on you."

"Fine. But O, you heard him. You look great! I think I will get the black one, it's a little longer."

"You won't be able to bend over even a little," Mike said grumpily.

"Daddy, stop being such a dad!" she laughed.

Ophelia hung the dress back up and opted for a longer blue dress, but Liv just laughed and switched them back, pulling her friend behind her. He made them take him home for a nap before they did the rest of their shopping and they left him there to sleep. He dreamed of Ophelia in the red dress and woke up so hard he had to jack off before he could get up.

He opened the door and he could hear the girls down the hall, talking and laughing as they got ready. It didn't take much for him to get ready, just a shower, but he hesitated outside Liv's door and listened to them.

"... mean it. Don't go hooking up with some rando and leave me stranded!"

"O, have I ever?"

"No, but we don't usually go drinking together either. Plus you are at home, you know all these guys."

"Not the guys that will be there, not unless I call Lee for a hookup later."

"Your ex?"

"Yeah, we're still friends with benefits when I come home. Don't tell daddy."

"Like I would just randomly tell him something like that. You aren't inviting this guy to go to the bar are you?"

"No! Geez. I will not leave you alone, you are so paranoid! I am not Tracey! I will never strand you at a bar. Besides, my dad will be there. He'd never strand either of us."

"You never said your dad was a dilf by the way."

"Gross! I guess he is ok for an older guy. Hey, which earrings?"

Mike eased back down the hall, smirking. Ophelia thought he was hot? He slammed his bedroom door and tromped down the hall to the bathroom, not even glancing in Liv's room as he passed.

"Daddy! Don't take too long! We are almost ready!"

"Be out in five kiddo!" he called, shutting the door.

He ended up waiting for them in the living room as he called an Uber. when they did come out, he stared a little too hard at Ophelia, though he tried not to. "You two look great," he said nonchalantly, a dad tone and not a 'lets skip the club and go back to my bedroom' tone as he looked at Ophelia again.

The dark red was a great color on her and her hair looked stunning swept off to one side and over one shoulder. The silver earring he could see trailed down her slender neck and he could imagine planting kisses along that line. She wasn't wearing much makeup, but her lips did shine like she had on lip gloss and it made her full lips look completely kissable. Her curves looked amazing, hugged by the slinky dress and he wanted to slide his hands over those curves.

He glanced at his daughter and turned away, though neither of them were paying attention to him as they looked at something on Liv's phone. "Black was always your color," he said to Liv as he opened the front door for them.

"Thanks daddy," she smiled. He followed them out, watching Ophelia's ass as she walked. She really did have a perfect ass.

He rode in the front of the Uber as his daughter and her friend giggled in the back as they looked at something on their phones.

"You two keep looking at those phones I am going to put them in the back of the bar," he teased. "Can't say you wanna hang with your old man and then ignore him all night."

"Daddy you know we won't! Anyway, I am putting you on O duty."

"O duty? What is O duty?"

"O doesn't drink much and I intend to get hammered. You get to babysit both of us."

"Fantastic, I thought we were all drinking together?"

"Oh, we are! But I know you won't get as bad as me and O plan on getting! She has never been fall down, wild child drunk and everyone needs to do it once in their life!"

"Or once a weekend in your case," Ophelia teased.

"You only live once! We got you O, Daddy has us!"

Mike smiled as they pulled up to The Do Drop Inn. It used to be more of a hole in the wall place until the old owner bought the warehouse next door and converted it. Somehow, it became a hot spot for millennials, but the name never changed.

"Mikey!" Jose yelled when he came in. "I thought you had the night off!"

"I do!" he yelled back, over the music and the crowd. "This is my daughter Liv, you haven't met her yet!"

"Holy shit man, your daughter is hot!"

"Off limits Jose! This is her friend Ophelia!"

"Also smokin!"

"Also off limits! Give them what they want, put it on my tab!"

"You don't have to do that Daddy, we can get our own drinks!"

"I got tonight!" he yelled. "You two just worry about having fun! Jose, give the girls what they want and give me a Miller Lite!"

"Shots!" Liv yelled with a whoop. Several people nearby cheered with her and more shots were ordered up and down the bar.

Mike grinned. It was going to be a hell of a night.

It was almost boring at first, watching his daughter dance with a new guy during every song. Ophelia danced some, but not often and not to very fast music. She kept hovering close to Mike and watched Liv dance.

"You don't like dancing?" Mike asked her.

"I love it! I just... Guys have a lot of expectations, you know?"

"I get it."

"How does Liv do it? Just dance and move on like the last guy doesn't even exist anymore? When he starts talking and trying to buy her drinks, how does she just... walk away?"

"By not giving a shit what the last guy thinks! It was fun for a dance, time to move on. Don't worry, if she finds someone she likes she has no problem making sure they know it," he laughed.

"I know! I just don't know how she does it. I am so afraid of hurting someone's feelings."

"Have another drink! You'll care less after a couple more!" he laughed. He watched her though, watching his daughter. He brought her another drink while she watched and then another a few songs later. He could tell when she started getting tipsy as she smiled at Liv and went with her when Liv pulled her onto the dance floor during a fast song. Mike watched her dance, her eyes closed, her arms in the air, as carefree as Liv.

They came off the floor and Liv whooped again and shouted "MORE SHOTS!" and the crowd echoed her in a wave. She was so much like her mother, able to command attention and control a room. Mike watched Ophelia as she made a face and shuddered when she drank the shot, then laugh with her friend as they sipped their drinks.