Double Dating With The Parents - Version Alpha

by Lubrican

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Chapter Five

There was one huge difference between how Mandy and Jack responded to their emotional frustration.

The next morning Jack was, more or less, himself. That might be because he'd jerked another load from his penis as soon as he woke up.

For Mandy, the memory of the previous night convinced her that she needed some help dealing with these new feelings inside her. And the only thing she could think of was what her friend Claudia Montgomery had confided to her about, several months past. And while she was reluctant to face her father about what she'd seen the night before, her frustration drove her to talk to him at breakfast the next morning. Of course part of that might have been because of the way he greeted her at breakfast.

"Hey, Pumpkin," said her father, who had just finished his bacon and eggs. Another portion was in the pan, waiting for Mandy, who had slept late, as usual, now that school was out.

"Daddy!" she snapped. "We talked about this!"

"Sorry!" he said, wincing. "Habit."

"Well break that habit," she said. "I'm not a little girl anymore."

"I know, I know."

"Which brings to mind something I need help with," she said, impulsively. "I have a problem."

"I will happily help you with any problem you have," he said, expansively.

"Remember you said that," she responded.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I am growing up, and you were right. Being on a date with a boy I like does make me feel things," she said.

"Oh," he responded, warily.

"Yes. And last night I couldn't get to sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"I want you to get me something to help me," she said.

"Sweetheart, you know how I feel about sleeping pills," he said, astonished she'd even suggest that.

"I'm not talking about sleeping pills," she said. "I want you to buy me a vibrator."

The fork he'd been holding clattered to the table top and bounced. It hit the plate with a ding and skittered off to one side.

"What?" he asked, weakly.

"You heard me. I am growing up. I need something to help me deal with all these feelings. And obviously you're not going to let me have sex."

"That last I heard you weren't interested in sex," he gasped.

"I'm still not, Daddy," she groaned. "But that doesn't mean I don't feel anything!"

Bob realized this was a pivotal moment between himself and his daughter. Had he known what caused her passion to explode, he might have been better prepared to deal with it. But this blindsided him, and left him reeling.

"Okay," he said, completely unprepared about how to proceed. This was even worse than when she'd started her periods!

"A friend told me you can get them at this place on the other side of town. I don't remember the name, but it was something about a mountain," she said.

"What friend?" he asked, slightly enraged that some girl would tell his daughter about such things.

"Does it matter, Daddy? It took me hours to get to sleep last night!" That wasn't true, but it sounded better than forty-five minutes to her. She had no way of knowing that if she'd simply said, "I had to rub my clitty for forty-five minutes before I could finally cum and get to sleep, Daddy!" that it would have shocked him enough that he'd have caved to her request instantly. That is a prime example of TMI - too much information - to a father.

His mind began to work again. He recognized that this must not have been an easy subject for her to broach. She must be desperate. And she had already mentioned the alternative ... having sex with a boy.

"I'm willing," he said, a little stiffly. "But I have no idea how to proceed with something like this. I'm afraid I have zero experience with ... um ... that kind of product."

"Would you call Karen, then?" she asked. "Maybe she knows about ... that kind of product."

"You want me to call my brand new girlfriend and ask her to educate me on vibrators," he said, his voice flat.

"Yes!" she said. "I don't know what else to do!"

That she was upset was clear. And, despite the source of her angst, the father in Bob responded naturally to the mandate of helping his little girl. Okay ... not so little girl.

"Okay," he said.

"Really? You'll do it?"

"I will."

She rushed him then and crushed him in a hug that was so fervent that it actually gave him the courage to make the call.

For this, however, he used his cell phone, rather than the land line, so he could make the call from his bedroom.

"Hi!" she said, her voice cheery.

"How'd you know it was me?" he asked.

"Caller ID. What's up?"

"You're not going to believe what's up," he said, dismally.

"What's wrong? You sound like you lost your best friend."

"Nothing that easy," he sighed.

"Uh oh."

"What are you doing this morning?"

"Whatever I can do to help," she said.

"Remember you said that," he said, in a bizarre emulation of his daughter's previous warning that morning.

"This really must be serious," she said, all trace of levity gone from her voice.

"It is, and I have no idea how to proceed."

"Does this have something to do with Mandy?"

"Yes." He took a breath. Better to just get it over with. "This morning she asked me to go buy her a vibrator."

"Oh, Bob," said Karen, sympathetically.

"One of her little friends suggested it, apparently."

"When?"

"I don't know. I don't think it was recent. But she tells me she couldn't get to sleep last night because of her feelings after our date."

"Jack was acting strange too. You don't suppose letting them go off in the dark led to this, do you?"

"It wasn't all that dark," he said. "I mean the fireworks were going off. That's how we kept an eye on them."

"Didwe?" she asked, sounding worried. "Bob. You're right. It wasn't very dark when you get right down to it. What if they saw something during some of those bursts?"

"Crap!" he gasped. "They really could have."

"If she saw what I did for you ..." groaned Karen.

"That could lead to some real frustration," he finished.

"Let me take her to do this," said Karen, urgently. "Maybe she and I can have a woman to woman chat about things."

"I have to tell you that's the best thing I've heard all morning," he said.

"I'll think of some excuse to get out of the house," she said. "I don't think it would be a good idea to tell Jack what this is all about."

"You're telling me," said Bob.

"Give me an hour. I think She'll be Cummin' Round The Mountain opens at ten."

"Good grief," groaned Bob. "Is that actually the name of the place?"

"Yes," she said. "And don't give me any grief about patronizing them. I've been single for a long time, Bob."

"I'm not giving you grief," he promised. "Far from it. I just think that's a pretty bold name."

"I thought so too, at first. I bought my first toy online and when I got it I decided I'd never buy anything like that again without being able to see it first. It's actually a pretty nice place. Not like I thought it would be at all."

"Do they allow sixteen year old girls in there?"

"If they're with a parent or guardian," she said.

"I hereby officially appoint you as Amanda's temporary guardian for two hours," he said, solemnly.

"Better make it three," she said. "You don't want to try to rush a purchase like this, and the variety of toys you have to choose from can be pretty intimidating."

"I'm hanging up, now," groaned Bob.

She laughed. "Tell Mandy I'll be there in an hour."

While they were on the phone, neither he nor Karen had thought about the possibility that Mandy might not agree to go with Karen. He thought of that almost as soon as he hung up, though. He didn't call her back. There would be time for that if Mandy balked.

He approached his daughter carefully.

"I talked to Karen," he opened.

"What did she say?"

"She said she'd be honored to take you to get your first ... um ... toy?" He remembered her using that word, which was a lot easier to say than "dildo!"

"Toy?" she frowned.

"I think that's what they call them. A euphemism that's politically correct," he guessed, correctly.

"Oh. Okay. Sure. I'd actually feel a little better if she was there."

"Great. She said to give her an hour and she'll come pick you up."

"You're not going?"

"Honey," he said with gravity in his voice. "I want you to try to imagine being me, a man, who is with the light of his life, his precious virgin daughter, and she is asking him to go with her to choose something with which to remove her virginity. She wants you to help her find the thing that she will use to uh ... penetrate her ... sexually." He swallowed. "Can you see that there might be the potential for conflict there?"

"Of course, Daddy," she said. "I'm sorry. I should have thought of that. It's just that it's always been you and me. You know."

"I do," he said. "And I would have done it if Karen didn't want to. But I'm not ashamed to say I'm really glad I don't have to, now."

"I get it," she said.

"Thank you," he said.

"And, just for you, I'll try to get a really quiet one too."

Bob always tried to have his entire first semester's lesson plans finished before school started, so he worked on those while his daughter went off to find something to fuck herself with. He was surprised that he was able to get his mind off of what Mandy was doing while he did that.

The time passed quickly.

When she bounced back into the house she had a white sack with pink hearts all over it in her hand and she was beaming.

"Where's Karen?" he asked.

"She had to go. She said she'll call you later."

"Oh, okay."

"Daddy!" she gushed. "You wouldn't believe that place. It was soooo cool."

"I'm sure it was," he said.

"And things weren't as expensive as I thought they'd be. Karen says prices have come down significantly since the last time she was in there."

"How fortunate for my bank account," he sighed.

"But I did get two things," she said, carefully. "I can take one of them back as long as I don't open the package."

"Why two?"

"Because they do different things! You want to see?"

He held up both hands, palms toward her.

"That's okay," he said. "Remember, try to look at this from my viewpoint."

"They're just toys, Daddy," she said. "It's not like I'm going to be having sex with a real man."

"I understand that," said Bob. "And I'm not upset about you wanting this. Some day you'll get married and I'll have to give you away at your wedding. And I'll be happy to do that, but I'm not going to want a blow by blow description of what your honeymoon nights were like. This is like that. If this helps you, then I'm happy for you, and that's really all I need to know."

"Karen said you'd be all embarrassed about it. But that's okay. I'm sure this is going to make things much easier for me."

"I'm glad."

"I can't wait! I'm going to go unpack them right now!" she squealed.

"Great," he groaned. "That's just what I wanted to think about."

"Don't be a grouch," she said. "Just think of something else!"

Two days later Karen called Bob on the phone.

"Well?" she opened.

"I have to admit she's a lot calmer," said Bob. "I'm not, but she is."

"You poor, poor man," she teased. "Do I need to come over there and help you too?"

"Yes! You do!" he said, firmly.

She laughed.

"So, I understand that it's appropriate these days for the girl to ask the guy out. You want to go on a date with me?"

"Desperately," he said.

"This would not be a double date," she said.

"In the words of our esteemed, former president: I am in full agreeance with that," said Bob.

"I would have sworn you said you were an English teacher," giggled Karen.

"If the president of the United States talks like that, who is a lowly English teacher to gainsay him? So, what do we do with the kids?" he asked.

"Leave them home," she said. "What else?"

"Then where will we go?" he asked. "After our date, I mean."

"Why Bob!" she said. "It sounds suspiciously like you intend to be naughty after our date!"

"Actually, I intend to try to be naughty during our date, but there's only so much you can get away with in public."

"I see," she said. "I'll be sure to wear panty hose and a girdle."

"Women haven't worn girdles in forty years," scoffed Bob.

"Of course they have. They're just made differently these days. What can I say? I'm just an old fashioned girl," she sighed.

"Where are we going on this date?" he asked.

"I thought maybe dinner and a movie," she said.

"How quaint," he observed.

"Like I said, I'm an old fashioned girl."

"I know of something very old fashioned to do," said Bob.

"Oh?"

"Yes, it's a tradition that goes clear back to prehistoric times. Men and women did it around the fire, at night, or in a cave."

"I'm a big believer in sleep, too," she teased.

You sleep after you engage in this tradition," he said.

"My, my, Bob. You wouldn't try to seduce me on this date, would you?"

"Oh, believe me, I don't intend to try," he said. "I intend to succeed."

"Okay," said Bob. "I don't know exactly what time I'll be home. But you have my number if you need help, or anything."

"I'll be fine, Daddy," groaned Amanda. "I'm a big girl."

"I know you are," said Bob.

"Go!" she said. "Have fun. I'll be fine right here. I can entertain myself for one night."

"Okay," he said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

If he'd known exactly what kinds of things his daughter knew he'd been involved in, he might not have said that.

A similar conversation was going on in the Ross household.

"Do I look okay?" asked Karen, looking at her son, hopefully.

"You look fine, Mom," he said. Actually, she was so beautiful that it made his stomach hurt, but he couldn't say that.

"We're going to eat first, and then go to a movie," she said. "I don't know which movie, so I don't know when it starts and lets out."

"Doesn't matter," he said. "I'll probably watch TV. If I get sleepy I'll just go to bed."

"Okay. Call me if you need me," she said.

"I'm not going to need you," he groaned. "Go have a good time."

She went to him and took him in her arms. She didn't kiss him, because she knew she'd smear her lipstick.

"I love you," she said. "I'll call you when I find out what time to expect me."

He felt her breasts crushing against his chest and that familiar ache in his belly fired up again. He knew he wasn't supposed to think of his mother as a sexual being, but he couldn't help it.

As soon as she left, he called Mandy.

Maybe she could take his mind off of that delicious hug.

"Well, they're off," he said, when Amanda answered the phone.

"Good. They'll be gone for hours. Can I come over? We could hang out."

"That would be great!" he said, feeling relief.

"I'll ride my bike," she said. "That way I can stay longer and get home quickly."

"Okay," he said. "What do you want to do when you get here?"

"Oh, we'll think of something," said Amanda.

"You look fantastic," said Bob, as he helped Karen into the car.

"You're not so bad looking yourself," she said.

"Where to?" he asked, once he was in the driver's seat.

"I made reservations at Delmonico's," she said. "I hope you like Italian."

"As long as I'm eating with you, I like everything," he said.

"Come on in," said Jack, when Amanda tapped on the door.

"Hi," she said.

"You want a Coke?"

"Sure."

"We can make popcorn too," he offered.

"Maybe later. Does this seem weird to you?"

"What? Us being here alone?"

"No, I meant them being out on a date."

"I guess. I mean I've known for a long time that Mom was lonely and all that. And I want her to be happy. It's just that I can't help but remember ... you know."

"Yeah," said Mandy. "I get that. It's the same with my dad. I've bugged him about going out for a couple of years. But now that he's actually doing that, all I can think about is what they might do."

"You want to hear something crazy?" he asked.

"Okay," she said.

"I can't get over being jealous of your dad."

"Really? Why not?"

"I don't know. When my mom hugs me I feel her breasts against me and all I can think of is him ... you know ... touching them and stuff."

"That is weird."

"It helps when I think about you," he said.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"So what do you think of when you think about me?"

He flushed.

"I think a lot about the 4th of July," he said.

"Me too," she said, softly.

"The problem is that it all gets mixed up in my mind," said Jack. "I mean I remember what we did, but then I start thinking about seeing him doing stuff to her, and her doing stuff to him and I get all crazy."

"I know what you mean," she said.

"So ... how do you feel about what we did that night?"

"I liked it," said Mandy. "I liked it a lot."

"Me too."

"You want to see what it's like again?" he asked, hopefully.

"Yeah," she said. "I do."

"I've missed this," said Karen, as she took another sip of her wine.

"I'll get you a whole bottle," said Bob, smiling.

"Not that, you goof," she said. "I've missed being out with a man I like. I didn't know how much I missed it until our children got us together."

"I missed it too," he said, no longer smiling. "Among other things."

"Oh?" she asked, managing to do so coquettishly. "Such as?"

"Such as lying on a blanket under the stars with a beautiful, passionate woman who makes me feel like a man."

She blushed gently.

"All those expensive fireworks were wasted," she said. "We created our own."

"I do love fireworks," he said.

"Maybe we could make some more." She looked at him through lowered lashes.

"The movie starts in half an hour," he reminded her.

"I'm not really in the mood for a movie anymore."

He leaned back in his chair and gazed at her.

The blankets are still in my trunk," he said. "I never got around to taking them out. It's a nice night."

"You know, I lost an earring someplace," she said. "Do you suppose it was while we were watching the fireworks?"

"Well, a lost earring is a serious thing," said Bob. "I'd be happy to forego the movie to help you look for your earring."

Karen motioned to the waiter, who brought them the check. He offered it to Bob, who took it.

"I thought I was paying," she said.

"Oh, you'll pay," he said, softly. "Just not right now."

Jack and Mandy were standing in his bedroom. All this being still new to them, things were a little awkward.

Jack let his eyes fall to the bulges in her T shirt.

"I can't believe you let me touch them," he sighed.

"I liked it," she said.

"Can I see them?"

"Okay," she said, feeling a rush of emotion. Her nipples wanted to be squeezed.

His hopes for the evening came true as she took off her shirt and removed her bra, standing before him in only her jeans shorts and shoes.

"You're beautiful," he choked.

"You make me feel beautiful," she whispered.

He started unbuttoning his shirt.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I want to see what they feel like touching me while we kiss," he said.

"Okay," she said. "Me too."

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