Rick opened the door and saw the silhouette of handsome athletic man framed in the sunlit doorway. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust. As she heard a familiar voice say, "Sweetheart, you left your purse in my car."
"Oh, Mr.--"
"No, misters, I'm Dave. Please call me Dave," Rick's father said. Rick was secretly pleased and mortified. His father NEVER allowed Rick or Bob to address him as even pops or dad, he was always "Sir" or "father," and here he's giving some teenage girl permission to call him by his first name. As Rick, he was hurt, but as Cindy, he was honored.
"Why thank you, Dave," Cindy said taking the purse unsure what else to say.
"So are you home alone, Cindy?" Dave asked like a responsible adult.
Rick thought for a second accessing Cindy's memories. "Well, mother and father are at a Bible Retreat this weekend, and James, my brother is at an Eagle Scout jamboree. So I guess, I am alone until Sunday night."
"Well, it would be rude of me to leave you in an empty house at the mercy of any possible intruders. Let's say I take a quick look around before leaving."
"Okay, sir."
"Dave," he corrected flashing an endearing intimate smile. Dave brushed up against Cindy as he came sideways through the door. Cindy blushed, Rick's father's tented crotch had rubbed against her belly. He said nothing, but proceeded with an air of authority to inspect the house. "You really should have that oak in back cut away from the house. There's a sturdy branch not more than 2 feet from your bathroom window, and that window doesn't have a latch. I used the plunger rod to secure the window. Can't have anything happening to my son's girl."
"Oh," said Rick.
"You and Bob broke up?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Well, it's for the best I think. You're a beautiful young woman, and Bob is quite immature for his age. You know, I really must confess that I've been dreaming of you since I saw you in the Easter pageant in that pink Salome costume. You see Bob's mother and I, well, we're probably going to be getting a divorce. We only stayed together for the boys, but they're old enough to understand. You know I haven't had sex since Rick was born."
Rick gasped. He'd heard his parents doing it last week, to his utter dismay. He vowed he'd never come home early again.
"Well, I thought you and your wife were happily married? Bob said tha--"
"Oh, we've done our best to protect the boys from the truth. You know you'd make a stunning stepmother..."
"Ah? Oh..." Cindy gasped as Rick's father sat her down on the loveseat next to him, and squeezed her thigh. He really was a handsome man...
Cindy turned toward him, their faces brushed due to the proximity, and then their lips touched. His tongue embraced hers and dove deep inside Cindy's throat. Rick had never felt close to his father before. Rich had never felt stimulated this way before. Bob was a rank amateur compared to Dave. Part of him screamed, no HE IS YOUR FATHER! But another part said, he's Rick's father, you're Cindy now, and he's ten times hotter than Bob, and at least a couple inches longer too, as Cindy's hands explored Dave's lap.
Meanwhile back under Rick's bed, the real Cindy opens her eyes and finds herself staring at a rolled up dirty jockstrap. "EW!"