I woke to the sound of my cabin door closing. I looked over and saw that the bed was empty and lay there slightly embarrassed that the last thing Keiko saw was a passed out old man with his flaccid dick (impressive as it might still be). A bit of panic spread in my stomach at the thought that this hot, young, Asian goddess would regret her night of rough sex with an old man and rush to tell her father.
Fuck. Or tell her new best friend – my daughter.
Fuck. My daughter. Who isn’t back yet. Meaning she slept elsewhere. What was I even going to say to her when she got back? First things first. I have to get ready and clean up. I can’t have her coming home to see the same sight Keiko just saw as she was leaving. I jumped in the shower and put on some clothes. The warm water had done well to clear my head.
OK. so last night was just a passionate mistake. If she finds out and wants to tell her mother, she should. I can deal with whatever comes. I’m still her dad and always will be.
The sound of the door opening shattered most of the resolve I had just been building up. I exited the bathroom to see Tiffany walk in and kick off her shoes. Sure enough, she was dressed in the same clothes she had left in the night before.
“Hi, Dad,” is all she said without making eye contact before getting in the shower.
‘Probably washing the cum off her chest,’ bellowed an evil voice inside.
I had to keep my cool. I will follow her lead and try to make everything OK.
Tiffany got out of the shower and after picking some clothes, went back into the bathroom to get dressed. When she came out she was wearing one of her own bathing suites; a sensible bikini. Nothing scandalous.
“Going for a swim?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yea, I figured we would go to the pool like usual, no?”
‘We.’ So I’m included in her plans. Maybe she has no idea what happened last night.
“Yea, sure. Maybe some breakfast first.” She granted me a smile in agreement and relief washed over me. Things seemed to be OK. But I didn’t feel right ignoring that she had been somewhere last night. “About last night…,” I started.
Tiffany turned her head quickly and locked her eyes on mine. “We aren’t going to talk about last night. It’s not your business.” She then turned and walked out.
Ice flowed through my veins and the dread pit grew in my stomach. Tiffany had sent a clear signal to back off. She wanted to keep things neutral and would spend time with me, but her personal life was off limits. Could I do that? Wasn’t I entitled to something as her father?
I sighed. I knew I couldn’t be that guy. I had always internally mocked my friends who were the type of men who needed to control the women in their lives in order to feel strong. Besides, last night I tried to put my foot down and that drove her straight out the door. I had raised this girl with spunk and confidence, and this was the result. I could hardly be mad. But I couldn’t help still feel conflicted. A father’s battle between an ability to trust and a desire to protect is a hard one. Once this cruise was over, I wouldn’t have to worry about this anymore. Ultimately I trusted her ability to make decisions.
I found her at breakfast and joined her at the table. We sat and eventually the ice between us chilled. As the morning went on, things felt more normal again. We swam in the pool, drank and lounged. While there was clearly some tension, it was at least a start.
At one point, Tiffany had gone to the bar to get drinks as I lay with my eyes closed. I heard someone sit in the lounger next to me, but didn’t know who it was until I heard the voice. “Hey Steve, mind if I join you?”
I opened my eyes to see that Jon had already made himself at home in the lounger next to me. A ball of rage bubbled up inside. I sat up and turned to him. “Are you serious?” Tiffany and I might have to deny things to get by, but I didn’t have to do it with this guy.
Jon didn’t look shocked or defensive. He looked me in the eyes evenly. “Look, I know I should have talked with you first about your daughter, but she said she wanted to be the one who spoke with you and I had to respect what she wanted. I guess, by your reaction, your talk didn’t go so well.”
“No, Jon. It didn’t go over well with me at all,” I said with a bit of sarcastic bile in my tone. “We were friends. Friends don’t try to fuck their friend’s daughters.”
Jon seemed taken aback, like I had offended him in some way. “Why are you so mad? She’s an adult and made an adult decision. And out of anyone, I think you can trust that I’m a pretty good guy.”
Is this guy for real? He was treating it like he borrowed my favorite golf clubs. I got ready to let him have it, but he interrupted me.
“I mean, I knew Keiko was safe with you last night. I was happier knowing that than thinking she was with some young nobody from the ship’s club.”
The cold water of guilt extinguished any fire that was rising in me. I could only stare at him stunned, unsure of what to even say. He knew Keiko had been with me? Did Tiffany know? To make matters worse, it was at that moment that Tiffany and Keiko joined us.
“Speak of the devils,” Jon said and stood with a broad smile. He and Tiffany shared a greeting kiss that was polite but felt like a slap across my face. Tiffany stayed by Jon’s side, with one arm around his waist.
“Hey dad. Keiko invited me to go with her and Jon to the spa right now.” This was a statement, not a question. My 18 year old daughter was informing me she was going to be spending time at a spa with her 40 year old fuck buddy.
Keiko chimed in. “You should come too, Steve. They do great massages. And the saunas are really relaxing.” Tiffany shot her a bit of a look of surprise.
I looked over to Jon and Tiffany, and couldn’t imagine spending time with them as some sort of couple. I wanted to rage, but knew it would just push her away more. “No, you go ahead,” I said flatly, and turned my head away. Keiko let out a disappointed sigh.
“Oh…OK,” Tiffany replied. I think she expected a bit of a fight and maybe was surprised at my acquiescence.
I stood up, unable to stand being there any longer. “I’ll see you for dinner then I guess.” Without waiting for a reply, I walked off toward the closest bar.
Thank god for cruise ship bars always being open despite the early hour. I spent the next couple hours drinking to forget. My vision got hazier and hazier and the weight on my shoulders got lighter.
Next thing I knew, I was waking up in an unfamiliar cabin. The room was a bit smaller than mine, with clothes strewn around the floor. Sunlight through the window told me it was probably some time in the mid-afternoon. I must have blacked out from the drinking. I suddenly became aware of something unmistakable in my hand. A tit. A massive one at that. I looked over the body next to mine and had to appreciate the voluptuous curves of the woman.
Her skin was tanned, with obvious tan lines across her breasts and sizable ass. Her tits were a healthy D cup at least, and she carried a slight belly that wasn’t unattractive, but instead made her just the more sexy. I took this all in while in a hungover haze as she turned and opened her eyes to see me looking her over. I recognized her immediately. It was the divorcee who had been trying to dance with me at the club our first night on the ship. She smiled at me.