The Swim Team Ch. 11

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

You need to read chapters 1-10 to get background on the characters and story.

All fictional characters participating in any fictional sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.

This chapter features people having sexual intercourse in the presence of family members. If this offends you, skip this chapter.

I have no editor, so all grammar errors are mine, and I apologize in advance.

Group, Orgy, Exhibitionist, Voyeur, MF, MFF, Oral, Incest Themes

I woke the next morning to a warm body snuggled up to me, which was disorienting since I remember going to sleep alone after I put the girls to bed in Brenda's room. My right arm was tucked underneath her, and her strawberry-blond curls spilled over my shoulder and chest. Her left leg bent over my thigh and her left arm curved over my abdomen. She looked like she was cuddling her favorite teddy bear, and softly snored in her blissful sleep.

I was wearing my sleep shorts and nothing else, and she filled out my Def Leppard shirt again. Laying there like that felt wonderful, and nothing could make me want to leave. Well, almost nothing. Nature decided to call at that moment, but I managed to hold her off for another fifteen minutes of watching Linda sleep before the insistence grew beyond my ability to ignore. I extracted myself from Linda's arms, remembering the last time I woke up with her in my bed. This time, I was not going to run her off to Brenda's room.

After I finished my business in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and performed a sink bath before turning to my room. To my bed. To my Linda. As I watched her from the doorway, my heart swelled seeing her in my bed, and I was filled with the desire to love her in every way. I couldn't though. Something nagged my brain as I tried to visualize myself making love to her.

After Carrie and I left the first Greek Bash, we both wanted each other in the worst way, but we decided to wait until it was just us. No one else, no quick grope and thrust in the back of a car. We knew we loved each other, and we both wanted our first time together to be special. To be memorable. Our love is what tempered Carrie's wild passion. Now that I know more, I wondered if by tempering it, did our relationship dampen it. Would we still have had such a strong love if we had expanded our horizons? Or at least if I had? I needed to know what Linda wanted from what was forming between us.

And I had to understand my own heart.

I told Brenda that Dennis didn't let her seduce him because he viewed her as a daughter. Now here I was fully ready to make love to Dennis' daughter. Didn't that make me a hypocrite? Would it drive a permanent wedge between us? I'd just gotten my closest friends back in my life. I didn't want to end that again.

But there was Linda, looking adorable in my bed. I remembered the feeling of her lips on mine last night and the warmth of that kiss spread through my body. I wanted to feel that again. I wanted to feel her in my arms again. I never wanted to be apart from her, but how could I do this? How could I start a relationship with a girl two weeks older than my daughter, and the daughter of my oldest friends? I couldn't imagine they would support it.

"I know what you're thinking," Brenda said from behind me.

I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't hear her door open. She stood there in the bathroom with me. She was naked. Out of reflex I turned my head away.

"Come on dad," she chided me with a smile. "After last night, you've seen everything there is to see.

"I suppose so," I didn't turn around, however. "So, what am I thinking?"

"That you can't be with her because of the Mitchells."

Damn, it's spooky how smart that girl is.

"You think they won't approve of their daughter dating an older man," she continued.

"Well, that, and add that I'm their oldest friend."

"You're assuming they'll look at it like you've been."

"And?"

"You forgot that they have always been more progressive in their views of sex than you."

Her utter confidence in her response made me turn around to see her sitting on the commode. "And how do you know this?"

She shrugged. "I've talked to them about it. Well, Mr. Mitchell mostly. At least until I tried to get him to have sex. Mrs. Mitchell wouldn't talk about it before this week. Since Tuesday, though, she's been quite chatty."

"When have you had time to talk to them about anything?" Brenda had been busy with school and swim practice all week, so I couldn't figure out how she had the time.

"Uhm...well, I've kinda been texting them during the day. Mrs. Mitchell mostly."

"And what have you two been discussing?"

"Mom. The diary. You. They're really looking forward to taking you out to dinner tonight, by the way."

Shit. I forgot. I couldn't see myself going out after last night. Thoughts of sex with Linda aside, I was still pretty tired otherwise. I slapped my forehead.

"You forgot?"

"Yeah, well, I wasn't sure I wanted to go in the first place."

"You're going. You have to. If for no other reason than to talk about Linda. Now that you two are together, you have to tell them."

"We are not...well...we haven't....I don't....I don't know what we are."

"Dad, I saw that kiss on the patio. I was there last night. You know and she knows."

"How can she still want me? I was with all those other girls last night at the party. She hates those parties."

"No, she doesn't. She doesn't play. Doesn't mean she hates them. I told you...she likes to watch. Watching Karen blow you really turned her on." I remembered the look on Linda's face right before she started feasting on Brenda's pussy.

"Well, fine. But I wasn't just watching. She couldn't want to be with me after all that."

"Maybe you should ask her."

Another talk. I was getting exhausted thinking about the talks I had to have. The talks I have had so far, and all the drama that has been drowning me for the past two weeks.

"I will. Later. In the meantime, I'm going back to bed for some cuddling before I go back to sleep."

"Have fun." She reached for the toilet paper.

As I crawled back into the bed, I heard Brenda flush the toilet through the closed door. I chuckled as I spooned up to Linda's sleeping form, sliding my arms through hers and pulling her tight to my chest. She sighed and snuggled into my arms, never waking. I kissed her cheek and her jaw before closing my eyes. For that moment, all was right with the world.

#

I woke up with a weight on my chest. Opening my eyes, I saw Linda's eyes just inches from mine. Her chin was resting on her hands stacked on my chest. "Good morning."

My smile must have reached around my head. "Good morning, beautiful girl."

"You're not mad that I'm here are you?" She must've remembered the last time she woke up in my bed like I did.

"No. I'll never be mad being near you."

Her smile grew to match mine. "Good. I plan on being near you a lot."

I brought my hand up to stroke her back and felt bare skin. She had lost the concert shirt since I went back to sleep. That meant her naked breasts were pressing into my abdomen. My hands were jealous.

"I hope you don't mind. I wanted to feel your skin against mine."

"I don't mind at all." I let my hands slide down her smooth, soft yet strong back and felt the swell of her naked ass. I groaned as I cupped her cheeks in my hands.

Linda moaned softly and closed her eyes, reveling in my touch. I could feel my cock respond and swell between us. The only thing slowing its progression was the thin layer of the fabric of my shorts separating us. I gripped her ass in both hands and pulled her up until my lips found hers in a tentative kiss. I could feel the heat of her core on my fingertips as I held her there. My small brain was ready to roll over and spend the rest of the day loving this girl, but my big brain won the debate.

"Linda," I said after our kiss, "we need to talk about this."

"No," she whined. "No more talking. I've been wanting to be with you for so long. Can't we just let it happen?"

"I would love nothing more. But we have to deal with one thing. And it's a big thing."

Her lower lip jutted out as her face drew into a pout. "My parents."

"My friends. Yes," I paused for a moment, "and last night."

Her eyes flicked back up at mine as though looking for something. "What about last night?"

I hadn't really given much thought to what I was going to say at this point. I didn't thing we would be having the discussion so soon. "You know about how my wife and I met."

"Yeah. Mom and Dad used to fight about it sometimes."

This was news to me. "What do you mean 'fight about it'?"

"Dad always yelled at Mom about sex things. She'd yell back that she was trying to be more like Mrs. B for him. And they would argue about what that meant. I didn't know what they meant until this week when, you know, the party and the diary and all."

"Ah," I said. Taken out of context, it would seem confusing. "Well, I had only ever dated one girl at a time, and I never had sex on the first date. I was never much of a 'playa,' do they still use that word? Playa?"

She nodded.

"One woman man. That had always been me. I just found out that had not always been Carrie. It seems I am a bit out of touch with modern sensibilities about sex. Especially in view of the types of parties your team hosts. I think that Carrie would have probably been a part of your crowd."

"But they're not my crowd. That's why I was going to quit the team."

"I know. But that's not my point. I was trying to say that Brenda is a lot more like her mom than I thought. Look. I didn't plan on what happened last night at the party. I didn't have any plans on having sex or getting naked with anyone. It happened, however, and I don't regret it. But I don't want it to color what's happening between us." I held her face in my hands. "I feel something special when I'm with you, and I think you feel it, too."

"Oh, I do. I really do." She leaned into a kiss.

"So," I said when I could breathe again, "whatever happened last night stays last night. I don't have any expectations of going to all the swim team orgies in the future."

"Really?"

"Really."

"But what if they invite you? They all want you. You know that, don't you?"

"Some of them might have said words to that effect. But when I'm with someone, I want to only be with that someone."

A smile crept across her face as her eyes lit up. "Are you asking me to go steady?"

"If I were 18 I would be." I laughed and she giggled. I got the feeling she wanted to say more, but was holding back. Then I swallowed my mirth. "Look, Linda, there is one problem that we will have to face that's bigger than your parents, or the swim team or anything else, and it can never go away, and we can't avoid it."

She dropped her eyes and her shoulders. "Don't say it..."

"Denying it won't help. You know what I'm talking about."

"But we don't have to worry about it now. We can just enjoy ourselves and being together. To hell with what anyone else says."

"Until I'm too old? I'm 44."

"That's still young!"

"It is now. But when you're 44, I'll be 70. You'll still be young, but I'll be on Medicare."

"That's more than 25 years away. We have a lot of living to do between now and then."

How I wished I had her optimism. "Do you think you'll want a shriveled up old man in your bed when you're 44?"

"No, I won't." She didn't hesitate in her answer and her voice was full of confidence. "I'll want you in my bed. When I see you, I will always see you like this. Like the man who swept me off my feet. I could never see you as a shriveled up old man."

My heart swelled when she said that, and other parts swelled when she kissed me. Since the first time I kissed her, I had never felt the need to compare her kiss to Carrie. In fact, Carrie wasn't even anywhere in my mind. I was naked in my bed with a beautiful naked woman, and I felt no guilt about it. That realization made me smile into my kiss. Linda sensed my mood and pulled back.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Everything. I'm just happy." I said and kissed her a series of quick pecks on the lips. "Happier than I can remember being in a long time."

"Me too." She kissed me in earnest, and I kissed her back. I felt her shift on the bed and her knees slipped over my thighs bringing her sex down over the tip of my shorts-covered erection. Her five-foot height made it difficult to perfectly line up our faces and our crotches without some contortion. She groaned into my mouth as she rocked her hips on me. I kept my hands cupping her ass cheeks as they flexed with her movements, and I marveled at the firmness of her muscle tone under the softness of her skin. I squeezed her cheeks as she started humping me.

I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to finally feel her velvety touch sliding up and down my cock as I moved within her, touching her deepest recesses. I wanted to feel her pussy clamp down on my cock when she came. More than that, I wanted to feel her love as we came together. I warred with myself. It felt right, but it felt wrong at the same time. Something wasn't ready, and I knew what that was. I couldn't take Linda that way unless I had her parent's blessing, or barring that, at least their knowledge. I couldn't go behind their backs.

I was about to stop us both from getting too worked up when my phone rang. Linda whined as she broke our kiss. "Not now!"

"Just give me a moment, Linda," I said as I reached for the phone. It was Dennis.

"It's your Dad," I said and put my finger over my mouth. Linda nodded and slid off me. I was so caught up watching her naked body move I almost forgot to answer the phone.

"Dennis," I said after sliding to answer. "What's up?"

"Just checking on you. Wanted to make sure we're still on for tonight. And to check on Linda. She didn't give you any trouble last night, did she?"

If he only knew the trouble Linda and I had created, I thought with a chuckle. "Everything's fine. I took the girls for pizza after the meet and then we all hung out with the swim team." I intentionally left out the part with the orgy. He didn't need to know that. "In fact, the girls are both just now getting up. Do you want to talk to Linda?"

"That's okay. Just tell her we need her home before we come get you. And that we love her. And it's almost noon. Why are they still in bed?"

"Teenagers," I said by way of explanation. "They probably stayed up all night flapping their lips." Linda clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh and slapped my shoulder. "I'll pass on your message. Would it be okay if Brenda came over with Linda while we're out?"

"Of course. She's always welcome here. See you around eight."

"See you then."

#

After the phone call killed the romantic mood, we got up and fixed brunch, which for me means breakfast at lunch, and the girls and I did the cleaning. Linda never once acted like she was a guest or that she shouldn't have to perform any chores. She just chipped in as though it was her house, too.

The girls got their things together and Brenda drove them to Linda's around 5 pm, giving me a few hours to get ready for dinner. Dennis never told me where they were taking me, but he did say dress nice. When they showed up, I was floored. Kelly looked stunning in a slinky sequined strapless gown that showed more leg than it covered, and Dennis was in a tailored suit only a half-step from a tuxedo. I was wearing one of the few suits I owned, and while I didn't look bad by comparison, I didn't look as nice.

"Hey, handsome," Kelly said before putting a lip-lock on me that no one would ever call platonic. "You are looking yummy tonight."

"Me?" I stepped back from her and made a show of looking her up and down. "I'd just be an appetizer for your main course. You look ravishing."

"Stop hitting on my wife," Dennis said laughing as he slapped me on the back. "At least for now. Wait until after dinner."

"Speaking of which," I said as we walked to their car, "where are you taking me?"

"You'll see," Kelly said with a smile in her eye.

I did see. We pulled up to one of the nicest restaurants in town. It took six months to get a reservation at this place unless you were a high roller. The Landrys probably had a standing table, but even the mayor couldn't get ahead of the wait list. Dennis pulled up and we got out as a valet jumped in and drove off.

The maitre d' walked us past the line of people waiting for tables to the back of the restaurant. Waiters backed out of our way with a polite nod of acknowledgment, parting like the red sea. I never felt more like a celebrity than I did then, but I was at a loss to understand why we were getting such a royal treatment. Dennis was senior staff at his job, but he didn't make any real money. No more than I had made before I retired. Kelly, as gorgeous as she was, was a housewife. Yet we were getting deferential treatment reserved for A-list movie stars.

The reason for the treatment became clearer when we entered a private room. Diane was sitting alone at a table. Did Diane have this much pull? I had to re-evaluate my assessment of the young woman. Dennis pulled out a chair for Kelly opposite Diane, and he and I flanked her. Diane was in an off-the-shoulder purple gown the same color she had worn at the first party I attended with her, but this one was more sedate and classy. She also wore a matching choker.

I couldn't be mad that she was there. I half-expected it. Whatever was happening between Dennis and Kelly seemed to ebb and flow with Diane's orbit. Given what happened Tuesday, I knew I would be seeing her again. I was surprised that Austin wasn't with her.

"Diane," I said once I was settled, "good to see you again. You're looking lovely as always."

"Thank you, Barry, you smooth talker, you."

"If I didn't know better," I said after a few minutes of small talk and getting our drink order, "I'd think this was a fix up."

Kelly actually laughed while sipping her drink, almost spraying the table. Dennis and Diane grinned a sly glance at each other and it became clear that something was up.

"Well, Bare," Dennis said, "you're not too far off. But it's probably not what you're thinking. But we'll get to that in a moment. Let's just enjoy a nice meal and each other's company for now."

And that's what we did. I hadn't really had a chance to actually have a conversation with Diane since we first met at the party. She was well versed in several topics from current events, to geopolitics, to economic policy. She also had a quick sense of humor and had us all laughing through dinner. Her degree was in public policy from Hallstead, but she took the role of High School swim coach as a favor to the district.

"When I attended the high school, I was captain of the swim team, and we won the district tournament all four years I attended. After that, the team almost fell apart. The coach retired after I left. As my teammates graduated, the new team wasn't as good, and the new coach was incompetent. The principal knew I graduated Hallstead and asked if I would consider coaching the team until they could find a permanent replacement. Since the political landscape was so stagnant at the time and I had no real career prospects, I took her up on the offer. I coached for three years until I found my current job."

"Well, you seem well-suited for it," I said.

"I love it. And I love getting to know the movers and shakers in our community."

"And you get to stay around the swim team," I offered.

"There is that," she said. Her eyes said more, however. "But it's more than that. I get to help groom the next generation of strong independent women who will run the world."