"No Daddy. Not you. You treat me the way I want to be treated. I was thinking of Mom and my brother. A whole year older – big deal! I'm so glad Dennis is over at his friend's house for the afternoon and Mom has gone shopping. I get so little chance to be with you, without someone else butting in."

"I know how you feel, honey. I'd like to spend a lot of time with you – as two adults," her father continued, encouraged by Paula's obvious response to his lewd stare. "It's a mistake to treat teenagers like children. When a girl has the body of an adult, she's entitled to be treated as an adult."

"Oh Daddy! I'm so glad to hear you say that!" Paula exclaimed.

"Now if you'll excuse me, honey, I'll fix another drink. One for you too. A light one."

Her father strolled toward the poolside bar, his dark eyes never leaving Paula's trim shapely buttock as he dropped ice into two glasses and filed them from a bottle. Unresolved questions churned in Paula's brain. Was the drink suggestion an intentional play to loosen any reservations she might have? At the same time she wondered if her father could possibly be so brash as to be considering the possibility of seducing his daughter. The idea that he might be thinking such a thing made the lips of her cunt moisten until the crotch of her skimpy bikini panties were wet.

Paula watched with a half-smile on her face as her father came toward her. His gaze was fixed on the mounds of her budding tits, jutting from her brief halter like two fully ripened peaches.

"Here you are, angel," he said to Paula as he handed her the tall glass. He stretched out alongside her on the blanket, instead of sitting back down on the deck chair. As if by accident, his hand brushed along the sculptured curve of Paula's bare thigh. As casual as his touch was, Paula felt her flesh break out in excited goose bumps in response to the contact she knew was deliberate.