Please stay Daddy

[b] I met Katrina in a bar, friend of a friend sort of thing. She was blonde, terrific body from what I could tell, and around my same age. Funny how two people meet and where it goes from there. I joined their party already in progress. Cindy and Katrina were doing shots and sucking limes as fast as the waitress could bring them. I never have been much of a drinker, a few beers and an occasional cocktail were my limit. I took one shot with the girls and then settled on my usual beer. We had the usual conversation about work, family, likes and dislikes. Katrina and I are both divorcees and both have kids. She two daughters, me two sons. The girls continued with a few more shots and then ordered bourbon and coke. I thought, man these two are out of my league. I could never keep up with this much booze. But the worm turned and I could tell Katrina was not doing as well as Cindy. She was getting loud and everything was funny. She excused herself and stumbled off to the restroom. I questioned Cindy about Katrina and asked if she was going to be ok drinking that much and then trying to make it home. She said, “If you play your cards right you might just get to take her home yourself.” I told her I didn’t think that was a good idea since I just met her and from the looks of things she was likely to pass out anyway before long. When Katrina returned to our booth she scooted in next to me, grabbed my head, turned me toward her and gave me a big wet sloppy drunk kiss. She said, “You like me don’t you!?” “Will you take me home cause I can’t get another one of those fucking drunk tickets!” My radar wasn’t working at all that night, because I should have read the writing on the wall right then and there. Another drunk ticket…… went right over my head.
We left her car in the parking lot and she gave me directions as best she could. Still everything was hilarious and with every missed turn she laughed that much harder. I was slightly amused myself but knew she wasn’t long for this night and we had better get to her house quick. I did question her about her daughters, would they be home? Yes. Would they still be awake? She didn’t know. Was there a babysitter? No. The oldest daughter, Christie 10 was capable of taking care of her younger sister Stacy, 7. Again, my radar wasn’t working at all. You don’t let a 10 year old stay at home with a younger sister without any supervision. Still, I was single and wouldn’t mind getting my wick wet even if it was just this once.
I was surprised when we arrived at her house. I nice three bedroom ranch in a very nice neighborhood. The yard looked like shit, obviously hadn’t been mowed in awhile. Two girls bikes laying on the sidewalk leading up to the front door. I saw the curtains in the front of the house close quickly as we drove into the drive. I helped Katrina (later known as Kat) into the house. I think every light in the house was on and I heard doors closing as we entered. Katrina immediately began turning off lights and dropping bits of clothing as she went. I was feeling very uncomforable knowing the girls were not asleep and it appeared their rooms were down the same hall as hers. I quickly sat on the couch as Kat started making herself another drink. She mixed me one as well and sat down next to me. She was still wearing her skirt and a bra. Where the hell was my radar!! This was moving really fast for me. She wanted to toast our new found friendship, we clinked glasses and she downed her drink. She put her arms around me and began kissing me. I wanted to get aroused and get this over with but my mind kept thinking something just isn’t quite right here. She took my hand and placed it on her breast. Then she started rubbing my crotch and unbuckling my belt. I slipped my hand under her bra and started feeling her breast trying to get into the mood. I pinched her nipple and kissed her back hard. I stopped her and told her I had to pee bad, trying to get my head together. She said, “What the fuck, pee later” and continued at my belt and pants. I stood up and told her really I needed to pee and asked which way to the bathroom. I told her to fix us another drink and that seemed to pacify her enough to point down the hall. I reached the bathroom and relieved myself then splashed water on my face.