Thus while Jack Holland  might be considered a "cool dad" he was not to Jamie's mind a "good daddy."   A good daddy lets his daughter have whatever she wants whenever she wants it.   A good daddy would never refuse his daughter a sporty, new car for her upcoming sixteenth birthday just because she was flunking  some boring and useless Math class.   See how hard she has taken the news: languidly laying her slender five foot ten fame across her queen sized bed,  ostensibly working at equations with her best friend Melinda, but instead playing a game of "Go Fish,"  her lustrous light brown locks falling over her knitted brow, he deep blue eyes welling up tearfully, and her full, pouty lips pouting all the more fully.

     "My life sucks, " she sighed heavily, "got any aces?"

      "Go fish."    

     Melinda studied Jamie.  What a gorgeous girl!  So tall and slender.  Perfect face.  Rich, golden tan.  Like a freakin' supermodel.  And that little butt of hers!  Any girl would kill to have a little butt that cute and curvy and tight---so tight you could use it for a pencil sharpener.  And to be so unhappy with a dad so obviously "cool!"

    "You know, it's not all that bad, Jamie." she said in way of consolation, "Look, I'm passing Math with no problems and it's not going to get me a bright red Mercury.  Any fives?"

    "Your dad doesn't own a car dealership like mine does," Jamie replied as she handed over a pair of cards decorated with five kittens, "So it's really sucky of him not to give me a car.  God! It's like a baker refusing to make his daughter a birthday cake!"

    Melinda laid down a quartet of kittenish fives and picked up on the analogy.

   "No, but my dad does run the Savings and Loan.  Still,  I can't get him to give me a fat allowance, like $250 a week---although I'd really love that---I only get the same $75 a week you get from your dad.  And I have to save up for over a month just to get a halfway decent outfit.  Besides, your dad is way cooler than my dad, so anytime you feel like swapping just let me know.   Any jacks?"  

   Jamie tugged at a card in her hand thoughtfully then shot her eyes up at Melinda.

   " What did you just say?" she gasped excitedly.

    "Jacks...any jacks?"

    "Before that, something about swapping our dads?"

    "Oh yeah, any time you want. Why?  You mean you'd  really want to switch places with me?"

    "Not exactly," Jamie beamed, "buuuuut.... Look, what if I told you you could have your $200 a week allowance?"

    "$250."

     "Whatever! Make it $350 if you want.  And I  get my birthday car!"

     "Sure, Jamie, sounds great.  But what do we have to do for it?"

      Jamie couldn't contain herself.

     "It's not what  we have to do, " she laughed deliriously, "it's who we have to do."

     "You mean 'do' like sex?"  Melinda whispered.

      Jamie nodded, her eyes searching her mathematically adept friend's face to see if Melinda  could add two and two together.

     Melinda paused quizzically for a moment. 

     "Ewww....you mean having sex with our own dads?" she cringed, "That's soooo gross!"

    "Not our own dads!" Jamie smiled, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "I mean each other's dad.  You know,  you and my dad and---"

     "Oh!" 

     Jamie saw that Melinda was blushing a bit too much. 

     "Really, it's kind of obvious that you and my dad are...  Well... It's nothing more than helping nature take its course,  I'd say.   And I wouldn't mind it in the least."

       She waited for the words to sink in as she pulled the requested card from her hand.

    "A jack?  Yes,  I have a jack.  The Jack of Hearts,"  she said, holding it out, "And he's all yours.  Take him"

    Melinda reached out her hand skittishly, not knowing how to grab a treat so gratuitously offered.  Take Jamie's dad?  She'd be insane not to!  Mr. Holland was a hottie and undoubtedly awesome in bed.  Besides, hadn't she always wanted her first sexual  encounter to be the best, mind-blowing sex possible---oral, anal, and straight up?  And who to better have it with than a stud like Mr. Holland?   And couldn't such an experienced master like Mr. Holland must be teach and train her to be the best lover any man ever had?   That is what Melinda Bailey wanted most of all: to be the lay to end all lays, the ultimate lay, the lay that turns major corporations and sovereign states into playthings.  Helen of Troy,  Cleopatra,  Catherine the Great,  Melinda Bailey.

   She took the jack from Jamie's hand and planted a fond kiss on it.  

   "I'll take him.  But what about my dad and you?"     

   "Leave him to me, " Jamie grinned,  "You're not worried are you?"

    "No.   Just horny."

     "In that case...." 

    Jamie slowly ran her hand up Melinda's soft inner thigh---higher, higher---as she moved her mouth onto hers.

[to be continued]

    "

     But whatever misgivings Julia Holland may have harbored about Melinda they were summarily dismissed by her husband Jack.  He saw nothing in the least way wrong with the girl who had been best friends forever with his daughter since the fourth grade.  Indeed, Melinda was the prototype of model social behavior: honor student, JROTC, girl scout, church youth group, junior literacy volunteer.  Her plate was full.  No time at all for---what was the word?---"carousing" of any sort.  Melinda even had a strict 10:30 PM curfew---weekends not excepted---and was not permitted to date until she turned 16.   

   "She's a good girl," Jack reassured his wife, "and so is Jamie.  Give them a little credit."

    That was all very well and gracious of him.  But Jack had a far less noble motive for keeping Melinda in his daughter's closest circle, moving familiarly through his house in whatever sexy outfit she chose.   To be blunt about it, he was just dying to fuck her.  But then, given the way Melinda smiled as she swung those big, juicy tits and that perfect ass of hers around, what red blooded male wouldn't want to bang her?   And to be the first!  God Damn!  Yes, he was aching to pop that sweet cherry.  He had been for years now, having had a front row seat to watch her develop into the hottest piece of ass on the planet.  It was his determined course of action, a life goal, to fuck Melinda Bailey. 

    And towards that end he had been steadily and stealthily preparing both himself and Melinda for the inevitable roll in the hay.  He worked out regularily, building his own body into a sleek, buff, tight butted object of girlish desire, even keeping his chest clean shaven.  He involved himself playfully in Jamie and Melinda's recreations, in paricular the pool parties (which, truth be told, were his suggestion), performing the role of the "cool dad" longed for by every teenage girl.  In the process he had acquainted himself with Melinda's habits and interests, more and more as a friend than as a friend's father, while all the while impressing her as much with his mature understanding as with his youthful athleticism.   

    "You're dad is so totally awesome," he overheard Melinda whisper to Jamie one day.

    "What? You're not crushing on my dad now, are you?" Jamie tittered back.

     But Melinda didn't answer.    

     Jack smacked his lips at that.  Damn, that little piece of ass was practically his for the taking.  Instant Pussy!  But complications would soon be thrown athwart his designs on Melinda Bailey.  And then not from the expected quarter of a sanctimonious wife; but from the unforeseen hand of a seemingly ingenuous daughter, who was just as methodically working out her own agenda, and who would lay before him the most perverse dilemma a father could ever face.  Jack would find he wasn't the only daddy getting prepared to fuck his daughter's best friend.