Losing the Bet

Jamie Mathews sat in the Watson Grade School parking lot waiting for his daughter, Zoe, and her friend Paige to get out of school. Before his wife left for her business trip, she made Jamie swear that he would not drive his vintage 1969 Chevy Camaro to the school. She also told him not to get out of the car. Okay, so one out of two isn’t bad.
You see, Jamie isn’t your typical dad. He doesn’t wear a suit, or work in some stuffy office. No Jamie is the complete opposite. He likes to work with his hands and is creative. Jamie started a business that helps young creative entrepreneurs launch their dreams. Of course, with him getting a commission for their success. Now his wife ran most of the company, which was her dream job. So, while she’s running around the country scouting new entrepreneurs, taking business meetings, and overseeing the company, Jamie stays at home working on his car, and the house, and raising Zoe. He is still a part of the company, but the last time any of his employees saw him was at their Christmas Party.
To top things off, Jamie looks like he just stepped out of a 1980s hard rock video. He has long blondish-black hair down past his shoulders, the type of hair that you don’t know if it is supposed to be blonde or dark, but the combination is stunning. If that wasn’t enough to scream, “I’m not your typical dad!” Jamie has several locks braided with beads and coins, like a pirate.
His thin build gives him the muscle definition of a lean bodybuilder. His arms are covered with tattoos, his ears have multiple piercings, and it’s not uncommon to see him wearing mascara and black fingernail polish. Looking at him, you would think he looked more like Jack Sparrow than someone’s dad or husband. If there was one flaw to make this man mortal, it was his cock. At its fullest, he measured it just around 6 inches, not bad, but it was no baby arm either. Despite it hanging nicely flaccid, he did not have the mass of a porn star. Of course, what Jamie didn’t have in mass, he made up with knowing how to use his cock and tongue. On top of that, he made sure to keep it as smooth as the rest of him. Besides his shoulder-length hair, his eyebrows, and the stubble of a beard he wore on his face, the man was as smooth as a baby’s ass, as well as tan from head to toe. Being home alone most of the time gave him plenty of time to layout butt-ass naked.
And his car…!!!
Let’s just say it’s “cherry”. A mint 1969 slate gray with yellow racing stripes Chevy Camaro SS. This car is a pussy magnet from the glistening bumper to bumper. The powerful 350 V-8 small block engine can vibrate the panties off even the tightest pussy. It’s an orgasm Machine. This is exactly why Jamie’s daughter and her friend begged him to pick them up in it, and exactly why his wife did not want him to drive it to the school. Well, that and the fear the PTA moms will start tossing their panties at him, again.
Seconds after the release bell rang Jamie caught sight, in the rear-view mirror, of the two little nymphets racing to his car. With a thud, the two fought to see who was going to get in first. They both wanted the prime spot in between the two bucket front seats. See, Jamie’s `69 Camaro the front two seats are divided by a small console set up higher than the seats. This was the prime spot for the girls. For one, it vibrates the cum right out of them, and two, it means Jamie has to reach between their thighs to change gears. One slip and his hand is on third base.
The door finally flies open as little Paige leaps into the car and immediately slides to the prime spot, giving Jamie a nice look at her little yellow panties with their pretty blue butterflies. She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek and sticks her tongue out at Zoe as she enters the car.
“That is so not fair,” Zoe says getting in the car and slamming the door.
“Maybe next time you will be more concerned about getting to the car, than showing Mr. Jackson your panties…Oooooooo” Paige started to say as Jamie fired up the car, sending the engine’s 350 horsepower of vibrations straight to her young pussy, instantly stimulating her smooth underdeveloped lips, and tingling her clit.
For a moment neither girl spoke. They just sat there enjoying the vibrations as Jamie stepped on the gas and increased the intense pleasure on their little cunts. The girls moaned in unison, their heads tilted back, eyes closed, and lips trembling as the machine gave them an orgasm.
This was the best part of riding in Jamie’s Camaro. Well, that and when he shifted gears. Jamie’s hand brushed Paige’s leg as he grabbed the gear shift, intensifying her orgasm. He had barely gotten out of the parking lot and the car filled with the delicious scent of preteen pussy. The sound of adolescent moaning was nearly as loud as that of the engine as they pulled out onto the street.
This is exactly why he drove the car today. Of course, it was also one of the exact reasons his wife did not want him to drive it.
“So how was school?” Jamie asked over the hum of the girls.
Paige purred as she tried to speak. But the only sound she could make was, “Ooooooo mmmmmmm ahhhnnn.
“Not as good as this is,” Zoe said tugging at her pink skirt, revealing more of her tight little sexy tummy.
Ten-and-a-half-year-old Zoe Mathews was a goddess. She instantly has the attention of everyone who sees her. Whether it’s her blondish-black hair that matches her dad’s. With her strikingly piercing emerald eyes and her petite fairy-like body, she is by far the embodiment of a Greek nymph. With her pointy little nose, slightly freaked face, and song-like voice she could have anyone, man, woman, or child she wanted. Her “booblets”, as her daddy calls the barely-there breast just starting to poke through her little white crop top, and the dusting of fuzz that was starting to cover her pretty little pussy before Paige shaved them off last weekend, was just the velvety wrapping on this like a sexual angel.
“Yeah, Mr. Mathews,” Paige added. “Nothing beats riding in this car.”
“Except maybe my new showerhead,” Zoe added laughing.
“Right!” Paige retorted.
Saying Paige Simms is the second most beautiful girl in the school is like saying that making love on the beach under the stars is more beautiful than fucking on the beach under the stars. Of course, the two girl’s personalities are different saying “making love” and “fucking”. The only difference is you never know which of the girls you are going to make that comparison to. Truth be told, both would or will end up, being total sluts as soon as those pesky cherries get popped.
Paige Simms is about six months younger than Zoe, despite looking like she is a year or two younger. She has blonde hair and the bluest eyes. She has four freckles, two on each side of her button nose, and the poutiest lips that you just want to shove your cock into. Knowing her she would probably let you. She is about four inches shorter than Zoe, with the most deliciously long legs. Where Zoe has “booblets”, Paige is still flat, minus the razor-sharp nipples sticking out of her little light-blue t-shirt that says delicious across the chest. And even though she didn’t even have the slightest hint of fuzz on her sweet little cunt, Zoe made sure to thoroughly remove any that might be trying to sprout there, last weekend.
“Daddy,” Zoe said in between the vibrations of the gears shifting. “If you make a bet with someone, do you have to do it no matter what the bet is?”
“Of course,” said Jamie. “If you bet someone or something, and you lose, you have to pay up.”
“No matter what it is?” Zoe asked.
“Yes, no matter what,” Jamie added.
Curious as to what brought this on, Jamie asked his daughter what this line of questioning was all about. “Sweetly, who did you bet, and how much is it going to cost me?” Jamie quickly asked.
“She bet me Mr. Mathews, but she hasn’t lost yet,” Paige added, opening her legs wider as Jamie’s hand slid over her thigh to shift to the next gear. “But she will,” she said, shivering with pleasure as his hand slowly brushed up her thigh and back to the wheel.
“So, what did you bet?” Jamie asked before shifting into another gear. This time his fingers lingered longer on Paige’s thigh and he added, “And Paige, sweetie, I told you to call me Jamie or dad or daddy.”
“Oh, yesssss Daddy, ” she purred as his finger caressed her inner thigh, nearly brushing her wet little panties, on their return.
Zoe, seeing what was happening told her dad he just sped past a cop. That iced the situation quickly, and Paige knew it. She shot Zoe a glare that could only have meant, “YOU MUST DIE BITCH!”
There was no cop.
Zoe knew how to play her dad, and she wasn’t going to let the little blonde slut, and her vibrating pussy-lips win this bet. She already got the best seat, she wasn’t going to get the spoils too.
“So, are either of you going to tell me about the bet?” Jamie asked turning into the driveway of their house.
Both girls jumped from the car, leaving two little wet streaks on the seat behind them. “You’ll find out when one of us wins,” Zoe said running to the front door.
“Or loses,” Paige said blowing Jamie a kiss before running into the house.
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