Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail Chapter 15: Two Girls and a Pizza "You sure about this?" Sara nodded a yes to her husband, "Go on to dinner. I'll wait for Cat." Mike watched his wife for a second and then returned her nod. "Okay, if you're sure." His eyes scanned her body slowly, looking for any tell tale body language. But she betrayed nothing. He gave her a moment more, plenty of time to change her mind. She was unwavering, not a flicker of doubt in her face or a tense muscle in her body. "Alright then." He was reluctant to leave, but this did seem the most reasonable thing to do. It still felt like he was running from a confrontation that he brought about. He walked to the bottom of the stairs and paused as a flicker of doubt flashed in his mind. Maybe Sara was getting the better end of this deal, considering where he was going to be spending the evening. "Ben! Angela!" He tried to sound cheerful and excited, even though he was dreading it. "In the car, in five minutes. Next stop Chuck E. Cheese!" He knew the announcement would get their attention and get them moving. He still had one stop of his own to make though. He took a deep breath and started the rest of the way up the stairs. Mid-way up the stairs and Angela's bedroom door popped open. She didn't look for confirmation though or even paused for a second. Like a comet, she blazed by him and blurring speeds. Mike only barely managed to side step out of her path, getting the briefest glimpse at her face to confirm that it was indeed her zooming by. Mike stepped into the bathroom and dug through the medicine cabinet, pulling out a little white bottle and quickly palming a pair of pills out of it. A quick glass of water and the pre-emptive aspirins were history. He reached to put the bottle back, but then had a second thought and decided it was better to take it with him. He figured he'd probably need it again before the end of the evening. Better to be safe than to be sorry. He stepped back into the hallway and was surprised to see that Ben's door was still closed. Normally his son would be in fast pursuit of Angela, managing to be neck and neck at the car. He paused for a second and then walked to the door and knocked lightly. "Ben?" He could hear his son shuffling around rapidly behind the closed door. "Did you hear me?" "Yeah!" Ben shouted surprised. "I'm just changing!... I... fell asleep!" Mike frowned for a second and then shrugged. "Okay. I'll see you in the car." He walked down the stairs normally, not really sure if he was mentally ready to deal with the noise and activity that was awaiting him. He walked into the living room and found Sara still sitting on the couch, still calmly watching television. "Okay, that's that. No getting out of it now." He said to her, even though he was still hoping she'd suddenly change her mind. Somehow talking to Cat didn't seem half as frightening any more. Sara smiled and nodded, "You go and have fun. Things will be fine here." Mike couldn't help but close his eyes in pain at the comment. Somehow he knew this wasn't going to be fun. And he no longer had the energy to hide his feelings. "Oh, come on." He heard his wife chide him. "It won't be that bad. Now give me a kiss and get the hell out of here." Mike opened his eyes and shrugged, leaning closer and kissing his wife's lips lightly. Sara pressed her lips to his harder, quickly followed by the pressure of her tongue against his teeth. He opened his mouth willingly, letting her tongue find entrance to his mouth. He could feel it darting around, exploring his teeth, then going deeper. Rubbing against his own tongue. He pressed his tongue playfully against hers, causing her to moan contentedly. He slipped his hand behind her head, curling her hair in his fingers, and held her head to him. To make sure she couldn't break the kiss too early. The motion caused her to kiss him more fiercly, her tongue moving about with renewed energy. He caught it for a second, pressed against the roof of his mouth, but it slipped away. Pushing into the side of his cheek for a moment. He pulled her hair tight in his fist, causing her to groan out. Her tongue remained still for a moment, which was all he needed. His tongue slipping across into her mouth. The sound of footsteps descending the stairs stopped him, making him break the kiss quickly, her hair slipping out of his suddenly relaxed hand. With a small mewl of dissatisfaction she slipped back into her relaxed posture on the couch. Ben stopped at the bottom of the stairs, staring into the living room as he realized what he had interrupted. He felt a way of embarrassment, followed by a slight twinge of jealousy. The emotions were fleeting though and even he knew that they were just instinctual. "Ready?" Mike glanced at his son and smiled. Ben nodded, stepping into the living room, "Bye Mom." Ben leaned closer to give his Mom a kiss as well, their lips met and he immediately pushed his tongue to his mother's lips. A motion that she eagerly responded to without a second thought. He had no intention of being outdone by his father, not yet anyway. Her teeth nipped the tip of his tongue lightly, before she sucked on it, drawing it deeper into her mouth. She felt his hand grasp her breast, his fingers quickly finding her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Mike watched appreciatively as his son felt up his wife. His cock, already excited, had now grown painfully large in the now tight confines of his jeans. He wanted to free himself, to watch this continue while he stroked himself. Her tongue found its way underneath his, wetly caressing the sensitive spots on the underside of his tongue. Encouraging him to go on, wanting him not to stop. His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipple now, making her squirm on the couch. The loud bang of the front door jarred the moment, ending it abruptly. All three pairs of eyes quickly looked to the front door and the annoyed eight year old standing in front of it. "Are we going to go?" Angela glared into the living room. "I've been waiting in the car fooooooorever!" "Go go go go." Sara shooed her son and husband away, not wanting to deal with an enraged pre-teen. ------------------------------------------- Even from the parking lot, the building seemed to throb with noise. Mike imagined that they probably had to reinforce the foundation, to make sure the whole place didn't just break free and bounce down the street. The automatic doors slide open when they reached the front of the restaurant and a wave of noise shot out like a bullet. Mike gritted his teeth and did his best to smile. Undeterred by the noise, Angela darted inside like the parking lot was on fire. Ben was quick to follow, almost back to his normal excitement level. Mike assumed that the flashing electronic lights and noise were more temptation than any kid could resist. There wasn't a point to trying to speak in the building, but the unwritten routine was easy enough to follow. He pulled out his wallet, took out a pair of fives and handed one bill to each of them. When their money ran out, they'd come find him in the dining area. He'd try to get them to eat something for dinner. When they were done, they'd get another ten dollars each and that should last them until it was time to go home. Mike handed off the first round of money and watched the pair of them bolt for the token machine. A brief scuffle ensued as they jockeyed to be the first one there. Then they darted in two different directions into the game room. He walked to one of the empty tables and took a seat. He was able to get a fair vantage of the game room, he couldn't see all of it, but saw enough to keep him reassured that everything was normal. He glanced around the dining room and saw that he wasn't the only one left to this detail. There were parents sitting at tables here and there, without children, half of whom looked just as pained as he was feeling. There was a family of four at a nearby table, the mother unsuccessfully attempting to get her little boy to eat. The lure of electronic joy seemed to be too much for his appetite. "Hi!" An overly cheerful voice suddenly shouted next to him. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Mike turned to look at the waitress, a blonde haired teenage girl who was beaming a way too friendly smile. He knew it was all part of the act, no one could be that happy here. "Yes. A pitcher of Coke. And three glasses." He shouted in reply and watched as she wrote his order down in her pad. She couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen he figured. Bright blonde hair, pulled back in a pair of ponytails. Just the slightest hint of pink blush across her cheeks. "Do you know what you want to eat?" She asked, in the same cheerfully happy voice. The name tag pinned to the strap of her bright red apron said she was Wendy. But he only glanced at the tag for a second, worried that she might mistake his look for a perusal of her chest. Which, in fact, he had looked at appreciatively. She was small chested, but obviously still developing. He wondered what those apricot sized tits would look like, would feel like in his hands. "A large pepperoni pizza, Wendy." He replied, watching her face to see her reaction. She smiled immediately when he used her name, nodding, and writing the rest of the order down in her pad. "I'll go get your drinks now." She replied with a more natural smile, tucking the pad into her pocket. He nodded a thank you and watched as she turned around and walked away. His eyes drifted down her back, watching the way her short skirt rippled as she walked. He had an urge to step up behind her, lift that skirt up. Hold that delightfully small ass in the palms of his hands. Massage the taut, firm flesh. Hear her breathing rise as he bent her over the nearest table"Jesus Christ." He cursed himself. What the hell was he thinking? She was just a teenager. Probably in the same grade as his daughter. Here he was thinking about bending her over the nearest table and fucking her. He rubbed his eyes for a second, trying to clear his mind. Sure he had looked at teenage girls before and done some wondering, but never to this extent. Never imagining it in such detail and reasonability. Then, they were just thoughts. Just in his mind. It wasn't like he was really planning to act on them. He reasoned that that made it okay. Look but don't touch. The last thing he wanted to look like was some leering pervert or pedophile. He glanced around the room a bit sheepishly and embarrassed, but no one seemed to pay him any extra mind. His thoughts were still safely his own. His gaze fell onto a different table. A family, he presumed was sitting down to eat. Mother, father, and two daughters. They were a fairly attractive bunch and he could feel the thoughts creeping back into his mind. He pushed them back in embarrassment, but after a moment decided to give into them and see where his imagination would take him. All four of them were brown haired, but the daughter's hair was slightly lighter, almost blonde but not quite. The youngest daughter looked to be about Angela's age, give or take a year. Waifish and indistinct, with both girlish and boyish features. He was much more interested in her older sister. Not quite a teenager. Just starting to blossom, probably unaware of the charms she was developing. Entirely innocent in his imagination. Her long brown hair was the hue of ripe wheat and cascaded as she moved, like wind passing over a farmer's field. Her face was tiny and distinct, like an elfin nymph in some ancient painting, all perfectly framed by a pair of gold rimmed glasses that balanced at the tip of her nose. His eyes glanced down, watching how her pink t-shirt hung from her shoulders, draped over her pert breasts. All without the slightest hint or hem of a bra to hold them in place. The short sleeves showing the tender, slightly tanned flesh of her arms. He imagined walking over to the table. Asking her parents, very politely of course, if he could borrow their daughter for a little bit. He imagined them both agreeing, not just agreeing, but being eager for it. He imagined offering his hand to the little nymphet, helping her to stand up, the nervous and embarrassed look on her face, but the unmistakable eagerness in there as well. He pictured what it would feel like to lift her up in his arms, her delicate weight in his hands. His face moving closer, kissing her on the lips, right there, in the middle of the dining room, with her parents looking intently on. He imagined feeling her young body respond to his mouth. His tongue brushing across her tender lips the inexperienced need flowing out of her body. He'd break the kiss to put her down on the table then, sitting her on the edge with her feet dangling towards the floor. He'd take a moment then to admire her, to look at her beauty. The way her t-shirt wasn't quite long enough, allowing just the teasing glimpse of her bare, pale belly. The tightness of her jeans, hugging her developing hips. He'd reach down and grasp them hem of her t-shirt, letting his fingers brush across the skin of her stomach. Watching the way her body responded, the way she quivered. Her trusting eyes looking up at him in anticipation. He'd pull the pink t-shirt up, slowly baring her budding breasts, worried that too much of a glimpse too fast would be more than he could take. He'd pull it up and over her head, dropping it on the floor behind him. Discarded like it was now no more than a nuisance. He'd lean in close, teasing one of her tiny nipples with the tip of his nose. Making her gasp and shiver, bringing the nipple quickly to a sharp point. Then he'd lightly lick it, wetting it completely, before sucking it into his mouth. Letting his tongue toy with it while the suction of his mouth distended it further. He'd take a step back then, to admire his handiwork. His half naked girl goddess before him. He'd reach for her father's hand, lifting it up and placing it on her breast. So that he could feel her breast as well, feel what it was that he was enjoying. He'd move his hands to her jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down. Exposing her matching pink panties. He'd run his finger s along her skin, tracing the impression left by her jeans. Following the deep curves and ridges impressed into her nubile flesh. Her mother would help her lift herself up slightly, her butt rising from the table just enough for him to slide her jeans down. Slipping them off and dropping them onto the floor. His hands would return to her, his fingers rubbing the front of her panties. Parting and caressing her virgin flesh, making her face mist over in a fog of pleasure. He'd slip his fingers into her panties then, feeling her flesh directly. Feeling the moist give of her lips. He'd collect the essence of passion on his fingertips, and then bring it to her mother's nose. Letting her mother's mouth taste it. He'd lean closer and kiss her mother then, tasting her daughter's essence on her lips. His hands would reach for those tiny pink panties, drawing them down and off of her young legs. Leaving the nymph entirely exposed to the entire dining room. He'd drop his own pants now, eager to bury himself deep in her virgin body. To feel the parts of her body that no one else had felt yet. To make her feel things she hadn't even imagined before. He'd watch as her father leaned her back, laying her flat on the table top. Her mother reaching down and spreading her legs, readying her for him. He'd move onto her, pushing himself deeply into her in one stroke. Penetrating into her, ripping through her hymen. Hearing her moan out in surprise, pain, and lust. Her parents would hold her in place, hands on her shoulders as he thrust into her. He'd feel his lust welling up in him, getting ready to spurt out of him. To land deep inside her fertile pre-teen womb. He could see her months later, growing fat with his child. Her mother and father proud of their little woman. "Here are your drinks." He was jarred out of his imaginary fantasy as Wendy placed the pitcher and empty plastic glasses on the table. His throat was dry, he tried to swallow to quench it, but his mouth was dry as well. He nodded a thank you to her as he tried to regain his composure as if nothing was wrong. "Your pizza will be up in a little while." She added, her smile undaunted. "Thank you." He managed to croak out as he reached for the pitcher, quickly pouring himself a glass. With one gulp he emptied almost half the glass down his parched throat. The cold liquid brought reality back into focus. He glanced at the other table again, but the family just continued their meal. Unaware of what he had just imagined them doing with him. He exhaled heavily as he glanced around the dining room again; satisfied that no one was onto what was going on in his mind. He felt dirty, but excited at the same time. His eyes focused back into the game room and all still seemed well back there. His gaze falling on a dark haired teenage girl that reminded him more than a bit of his own daughter, Cat. She was wearing a white skirt and yellow top and had at least three boys around her. She was acting all cool and cocky while flirting with all of them in turn. Keeping them all at the tip of her fingers, playing them like they were puppets on strings she was pulling. He wondered if that was what Cat was like when she was out on her own. Fully aware of her sexuality and the power it had over these over hormoned boys. He couldn't wait for the chance to show his daughter just what kind of things he had to offer. Her mouth was exquisite feeling, but he was planning to give her more. He could see himself gripping her by the skirt, pulling her hips against him. Grinding her against his mid section. His hands reaching up and ripping open that shirt, exposing her bra. He could see the look in her face, that she wanted this as much as he did. The smoldering to her eyes as they burned into his face. She wanted to feel her father's cock in her; she wanted to feel him throbbing inside her. He'd push her bra up, freeing her breasts. His mouth descending on them quickly, sucking hungrily at them. Teeth biting at her nipples, hard enough to show her how badly he wanted her, but not hard enough to hurt her. To show her what she'd been doing to him these past few days. He'd reach down under her skirt and pull her panties down and off. He'd bury his face between her thighs, roughly pushing his tongue between her lips. Swathing it back and forth across her flesh. Stabbing it deeply into her. Hear her call his name and beg for more. Hear her beg him to fuck her. Only when he heard her beg for it, then he'd rub the tip of his cock against her. Rub it against her clit. Make her beg for more and more. Making her know what it was like to be teased and tempted so unmercilessly. When she was whimpering for more, then he'd dip the tip of his cock into her. He'd grip her hips, to make sure she couldn't push any more into her herself. He'd hold her there, tantalizingly close, keeping her right at that moment. He'd ask her how much she wanted it. He'd tell her that she had to beg for it. That he wanted to hear her say she wanted her daddy's cock in her. That he'd only give it to her when he was sure she wanted it. Then when she was finally half out of her mind with desire, and then he'd push himself into her. All the while telling her how this is what he did with her mother sixteen years ago. The act that he started her own journey into this world. He'd tell her that he wanted to hear her describe what it felt like to have her daddy's cock so deep in her. He'd want to hear her describe every motion of it, every feeling she was having. He'd feel her skin tight against him, enveloping his cock. He'd tell her when he was about to cum. That daddy was going to cum in her. And he'd hear her beg him to plant his seed into her.