“So, how was your day today, Jeff?” Montana asked cheerfully as she opened the letterbox and took out an electricity bill.
“Pretty good thanks Montana,” I said. “How about you? I see you have a chauffer service home from school today.”
Brad and Will joined us, both of them laughing. They both had a great sense of humor and in fact outside of work were in an improv-comedy club in Carlton. It was all a lot of fun and I think it rubbed off on their daughter, who was a self-confessed theater kid at school, in all the productions and could also sing and dance.
Montana laughed along with her fathers. “No, we all needed to have dental appointments. So Dad and Dad got out of work early, I had the afternoon off and we all went to the dentist and had coffee afterwards. The dentist I saw was very impressed, I have nice shiny teeth, see.”
Montana flashed her teeth, and they were indeed nice and shiny, a perfect set of teeth on a girl who was perfect in every way.
“The pretty young dentist was very pleased with my teeth too,” said Will, a tall and skinny man with blue eyes. Of Montana’s two fathers, he was the more camp of the two, very flamboyant and over the top. One knew instantly he was gay. “She said my teeth were fabulous and gave me special sticker for being so diligent with my dental hygiene and for being such a good patient.”
We all laughed as Will proudly displayed a sticker featuring a cartoon tooth, toothbrush, bottle of mouthwash and dental floss, all getting an A plus that was usually given to children after appointments.
Brad spoke up. Like his partner he was tall but more an athletic build, and had brown hair and brown eyes like their daughter, although given Montana was adopted this was a coincidence. Montana’s looks gave away an Eastern European origin. Brad didn’t have these features, and wasn’t camp gay like his partner. If meeting him for the first time one would get the impression that he was homosexual, and not surprised when it was confirmed he was gay. Then again, if it turned out he was married to a woman and perfectly straight, it wouldn’t surprise either.
“So, my husband gets a pretty young female dentist and her even prettier assistant who give him stickers about how good his teeth are,” said Brad. “Our daughter gets a handsome young male dentist and another pretty assistant for her appointment who praise her perfect teeth. And who do I get? Claude, the grouchy old septuagenarian dentist who grumbles and grunts through the whole appointment, and the old battle-axe assistant who sits there looking like she’s sucked lemons and limes the whole day.”
Brad rubbed his teeth. “Old Claude was pretty rough with the scale and clean today.”
Again all of us laughed, and we had a neighborly chat about work, school, the weather and football, before Brad, Will and Montana went back inside and I finished the last of my raking before Libby got home, which probably wasn’t long now. The afternoon had gotten pretty windy, and as Montana walked down the driveway between her fathers to my delight a gust momentarily lifted the hem of her tartan schoolgirl skirt, showing me that underneath the teenager was wearing white knickers.
The moment was fleeting, but filled me with excitement at seeing the young girl’s white panties if only for a few seconds. It had me feeling like I was floating on a cloud, and what had been a bad day wasn’t so bad after all.
*
The day went back to bad when my wife’s car pulled into the garage, and her slim, fit, five feet six body entered the house. I was afforded a curt hello and a single word answer ‘fine’ when I asked her about her day, no asking about my day, no kiss. Her first action was to change out of the skirt, blouse and sandals she had been wearing today and into a fitness top that showed her ample cleavage, black lycra leggings that accentuated her toned bum and through which one could see the outline of her vagina and panty lines as she bent over and on her feet, socks and sneakers.