My Daughter’s Roommate
My Daughter’s Roommate is the first story in the Daughter’s Roommate Series.
This story is available on Amazon.
A cute brown-haired girl appears in the hallway, shuffles into the living room and stretches her arms over her head. A gesture that lifts her T-shirt and exposes her thong. I knock again, and the girl moves her long legs my way. She opens the door and frowns.
“I thought we had a ‘No Soliciting’ sign,” she says.
My gaze drifts down her shirt to where the hem stops just above the mound in her panties. I shouldn’t be looking at a girl half my age, but she is so hot I’ve forgotten my manners. I speak without looking up, tell the girl I’m Azalea’s father. She squeezes my arm and grins.
“Why didn’t you say so?”
Clover introduces herself as my daughter’s new roommate and I follow her undulating ass inside, where I sit on the couch and sniff marijuana smoke, realize my host was in the bedroom getting high. I expect her to put on a robe, and I’m surprised when she sits across from me on the recliner. I guess these kids are more open about their bodies than when I was in college. She bends, paints a toenail, and her T-shirt opens at the neck. The girl has pink nipples, very hard from what I can tell, and it is all I can do to keep my cock from tenting my pants. Looking elsewhere helps.