The next couple of days went by in a kind of blur. Dahlia couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened and the scene she'd witnessed between her parents in the hot tub. Even the next day when she went to her friend, Cindy's, house for a sleepover she couldn't think of anything else. Cindy even said something about how distracted Dahlia seemed, but Dahlia just shrugged it off. It only made her think about things even more when Cindy's dad touched his young daughter's ripe body in suggestive ways.
While Dahlia was over at Cindy's, she didn't even realize how preoccupied she was until her petite blonde friend asked where her head was at. Dahlia blushed and got flustered, but stammered some excuse about getting used to her new life at Tom's house.
"That shouldn't be hard," Cindy giggled deviously. "Your dad's really hot."
That only made Dahlia blush even harder. She even thought about telling Cindy about everything she'd seen and done the last couple of days, but she finally just kept it all to herself. She finally just told her pretty friend that her dad was really hot, too. Cindy giggled and blushed as hard as Dahlia was.
Sometimes Dahlia felt downright envious of her pretty blonde friend. Even though Dahlia was a bit taller, with longer legs and a firmer shape, Cindy was cute and bubbly with bouncy curves that got her a lot of attention, especially from her affectionate father. Dahlia felt confident enough that she was as pretty as her friend, but it was Cindy's relationship with her father that she envied. They were so openly affectionate, and Dahlia kept wishing more and more that Tom would treat her that way, even in front of her mother, eventually.
As much as Dahlia had fun spending time with her best friend, she could barely think about anything but her father the whole time she was there. For the first time, she wanted to be home instead of at Cindy's. Of course Tom would probably be down in the hot tub fucking her mother half the night, making Brook wish he was fucking her instead.
They were in Cindy's room changing for bed. Dahlia had to turn away she was blushing so hard. She pulled the big T shirt out of her backpack that she planned to sleep in. It was one of Tom's. She'd taken it out of his dresser without asking, thinking he wouldn't mind. When she turned around, Cindy was standing near her bed in nothing but a pair of light blue panties that barely covered anything. She'd already taken off her bra and her bare tits were wobbling with her movements as she prepared to pull on a tank top.
Sometimes Dahlia wondered if Cindy's tits were too big for the rest of her body, but they weren't really that much bigger than her own. The two girls had never been shy about changing in front of each other, but it was definitely out of the ordinary for the blonde to just stand there with her boobs exposed, taking her sweet time about pulling on her top. The panties she was wearing only had a slim thong stretching between the girl's ass cheeks. They were a lot like some of the panties Tom had bought for Dahlia the day before, but she hadn't brought anything that skimpy with her for her night at Cindy's. She was wearing a skimpy bikini style pair that made her feel good the way they stretched over her body and showed off the shape of her ass and pussy mound.
Dahlia was still wearing her bra, but she took it off and was in no more of a hurry to cover up than Cindy seemed to be. Cindy's nipples were hard and looked really nice. Dahlia's nipples got hard, too. She still had her mind filled with thoughts about Tom, but her friend's daring panties were earning her attention.
"Those panties are really hot," she finally complimented her friend.
Cindy smiled proudly. "Thanks. Dad got 'em for me." The admission was followed by a coy giggle.
Dahlia giggled a little nervously. "My dad got these for me, too."
"Mmm, really nice. Has he seen you in them yet?"
Dahlia's face flushed hot. "No!" She didn't bother mentioning he'd already had his hand inside another pair of her panties when he made her cum at the movies. "Has your dad seen you in those?"
"Not yet, but he's gonna," Cindy said with a proud smile. "Why else would they buy them for us except so they can see how good we look?"
"I guess." Then she just blurted without thinking, "Your dad can barely stop touching your ass."
Dahlia couldn't believe she said it as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She wanted to take it back, but Cindy giggled and then blushed the kind of blush that betrayed happiness.
"Yeah, I love it," she admitted. "He always tries to make it seem innocent or accidental, but I know it's really 'cuz he likes feeling me up."
Both girls started giggling, but then it turned into a loud peal of laughter. Then Cindy grew thoughtful for a moment. "Lately he's been touching my boobs a lot, too," she finally confessed.
Dahlia acted more surprised by this than she actually was. She admitted that Tom had touched her own tits, too, but she left out the part about the two of them making out behind his car while he boldly fondled her tits through her dress. Cindy, always being the bolder, brasher of the two friends, was surprised and even impressed. The girls had been friends long before Dahlia's father came into her life, and the blonde even said she was impressed.
"You're so lucky," Cindy said.
"So are you," Dahlia replied.
"Well, I guess we're just hot," the blonde giggled. "And so are both our dads, so ... why not just enjoy it?"
"You do have a point. Besides, I can see why your dad would want to touch those boobs."
"You too," Cindy said with a coy smile. The girls were both still standing topless in nothing but their panties, and now they had a good excuse to gaze openly at one another's bare tits. Then the blonde asked if Dahlia had ever felt another girl's tits before. She shook her head.
"Would you ever want to? I mean, just to see what it's like?" Cindy added.
Dahlia knew her pretty friend just wanted to feel someone caress her beautiful tits. She couldn't blame the other girl. It was such a nice feeling, and one she was aching to feel herself.
"Yeah, sure," Dahlia replied, trying not to sound like she was making too big a deal out of it. "I mean, who doesn't like boobs, right?"
Cindy snickered briefly, but her cherry fresh nipples were hard and poking outward. Dahlia could tell her friend was just as eager to feel someone else's hands on her tits as she was.
Silently, the two girls came to the center of the room and stood directly in front of each other. It was clear they were both nervous. Dahlia could tell from the way Cindy started breathing more deeply, which made her tits rise and fall and only made them look that much more appealing. They both reached for each other's orbs at about the same time, their curious hands caressing and fondling the other girl's tits.
"That feels so good," Cindy said, barely above a whisper.
Dahlia wasn't entirely sure if her friend meant that having someone else feel her tits felt good, or if it felt good to feel someone else's tits. She figured it was probably a combination, since she was feeling the same way. So far, her father had only felt her tits through her clothes, but it felt a thousand times better on her bare mounds. Her nipples were just as hard and thick as Cindy's now, and they started to toy with each other's firm nubs, rolling and turning them between their fingers.
This made everything feel even better, Dahlia thought, and she could feel a trickle of hot moisture in her panties. She knew Cindy was feeling it too from the way she was breathing even harder. She wished her pretty, blonde friend would reach into her panties with one hand and finger her aching pussy at the same time. She was thinking about doing that, too, but she didn't dare.
"There's something I really gotta tell you," Dahlia said, half breathless.
"Okay," her friend said dreamily.
"You can't breathe a word of it to anyone."
Cindy nodded, and while the girls stood in the middle of the room feeling each other's firm boobs, Dahlia told her everything that had happened with Tom so far, starting with hearing him fuck her mother down in the hot tub under her bedroom window. She admitted to sneaking downstairs and watching them fuck from behind the bush. She even told her everything about going shopping and to the movies, and went into explicit detail about the way she and her father had made each other cum in the theater.
The blonde's expression turned to one of amazement, and her hands grew continually rougher and more aggressive on Brook's tits as she listened to the story. Just telling it had Brook's panties soaking wet, and she was pretty sure Cindy's were too.
"Holy fuck!" the blonde said. "You're so lucky."
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