Father submits to curious game for daughter’s slumber party

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When the pizza arrived, I paid for the food, gathered some paper plates and towels, and gave my crotch a quick glance to make sure nothing was too obvious. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Lindsay had said about the other girls getting dressed up too. Taking a deep breath, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I was almost capsized by a speeding, giggling blur of brunette hair and large tote bags.

“Sorry Mr. D!” two voices exclaimed from behind my pile of plates, boxes, cups, and assorted things I carried. I half-turned, half caught out of the corner of my eye, two petite figures rush by into the bathroom behind me.

Regaining my bearings, I stepped into the living room and deposited everything on the table Lindsay had moved along the side wall. Nervous and excited, I finally allowed myself to look up – but the girls were gone. Then I heard voices behind the curtain Lindsay had set up over the back entrance.

“Are you serious!?” I heard Kristy’s voice say. “…but what if your dad comes down?”

“Don’t worry about my dad,” I heard Lindsay reply. “He has plans for the night. He won’t even be here.”

Now I knew something was up, because Lindsay knew I wasn’t going anywhere. She had made me promise not to go out so I would be here.

“Pizza’s here!” I called out, announcing my presence. I heard a fresh batch of giggles coming from behind the curtain when my daughter poked her head out.

“Thanks dad.” Her face seemed slightly blushed. “Anne and Elizabeth went to change into their sleep clothes.” She winked as she said this. I didn’t know who Elizabeth was, but I knew Anne was also one of Lindsay’s closest friends. I guessed that Anne and Elizabeth were the two giggling brunettes that almost ran me over in the hallway.

“I think that’s all we need,” she continued. “I’ll come up and say goodbye before you leave.” She said this with a wink, indicating I was to play along.

I’ll admit I was pretty disappointed I didn’t get a chance to see any of the girls in their outfits, but then I scolded myself for acting like a teenager and headed back upstairs. As I walked by the bathroom, I could resist taking a quick peek through the open, old-style key lock on the door. Almost as soon as I had put my eye up to the keyhole though, I quickly pulled back. It looked like one of the girls had been turned towards the door, and I swear I saw her eyes flicker towards the keyhole right as I had looked through. I paused for a second, expecting to hear offended screams about perverted old men, but no screams rang out. Once my heartbeat slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the briefest glimpse of a cute, small, naked butt reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to recapture the image in my head, but it had been so brief and fast that I couldn’t keep the picture clearly in my mind. Trying to be a good guy, I headed up the stairs before I could convince myself to take another peak.

About twenty minutes later, Lindsay came bounding into the living room and plopped down next to me on the couch. Her tiny skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I couldn’t help noticing she was wearing thigh-highs; another of my weaknesses. I didn’t even know my daughter owned thigh-highs.

“So I’m heading out for the evening, am I?” I asked.

“What?” she asked. I told her I could hear her talking to her friends when I took the pizza down.

“Oh, that,” she said. “I was just telling them that so they wouldn’t know it was you.”

“I see,” I responded half paying attention to her and half paying attention to the movie I was watching. Then what she said clicked. “Wait. What do you mean so they won’t know it’s me?”

“You’ll see,” she responded, echoing her earlier promise. “Go around outside and meet me behind the curtain downstairs in an hour.”

“If you say so,” I agreed. “Anything else?”

“No, but make sure you get something to eat, drink – and use the restroom before you come down. It’s going to be a long night and I don’t know if you’ll get a chance for a break”

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