Page 8 of Her Honey Pot (Sweet Treats 3)

Jess nods but she looks thoughtful.

“Well, let me ask my dad,” she says. “As you know, Tex is in the group. So is Rex, my stepfather, for that matter.”

I nod.

“Yeah, my dad told me Tex sponsored you, and Rex seconded the sponsorship.”

Jess brightens.

“They did. My daddies love me so much and I appreciate their efforts. Let me talk to them, and see if there’s anything to be done. I mean, would you be interested in … I don’t know, maybe circumventing the rules of Dads and Daughters?”

I squint at her.

“But how?”

She shrugs.

“Tex and Rex are smart men. I’m sure they’ll think of something. Besides, they’ve known Brent for a long time now. Maybe they’ll talk to him and persuade him to change his mind. Or maybe, they can get you into the club without Brent being a member. That’s not what I want though,” she says quickly. “I’ve been dreaming of Brent for so long, and I really want my first time to be with him.”

I stare at her.

“You know how wrong that sounds, right? You’re literally talking about losing your virginity to my dad.”

She sighs and flushes with pleasure.

“Yeah, but it feels right. I just know it. With Brent, it’s going to be amazing, and I don’t even mind losing it in the back of a truck cab if he wants. Of course, we live in the same city so we could easily use his bed or mine. But I’m just saying,” she giggles.

I make a face because the thought of hearing my dad and my best friend go at it in his bedroom makes me a little green with nausea. But it also makes me feel a little jealous too because Jessica’s already well on her way to losing her virginity with a handsome, virile man who just happens to be related to me. But what about me? What will I do, and who will my first time be with?

4

Tex

My daughter slips into the kitchen and Rex and I frown at her. We’re seated around the kitchen table hamming it up, and it’s getting late for our daughter to even be awake.

“Jess, why are you wearing all that make-up? Shouldn’t you be in bed? You have school tomorrow.”

She looks a little alarmed.

“I was just practicing for my big day,” she hums. “You know, with Brent.”

I fix her with a look.

“Honey, we already told you. Brent dropped out of Dads and Daughters, so your big day has been called off. But don’t worry, we’ll find you another partner in no time. You’re a beautiful girl, honey, and I’m sure you’ll have lots of takers.”

After all, Rex and I are both in Dads and Daughters. I’ve been a member for a long time now. Ever since I divorced Jessica’s mom, to be precise. It’s a group open to long-haul truckers who are on the road for long periods of time. We sample one another’s daughters at different locations all over the country, and we’re even expanding into internationally, if you can believe it. We have a couple satellite chapters in Canada now, and we’re also looking to get into Europe and Australia. Obviously, we won’t be driving a vehicle across the ocean. Instead, the trucks will cross the ocean on a liner, and then we’ll dock in far-flung locations.

The group has been good for me. My job is solitary and gets lonely, and I don’t really like using professional women. I have nothing against ladies who work on their backs, but you never know what you’re getting when it comes to a professional. You might get a twenty year old girl who’s as soft and sweet as candy; or you might get a sixty year old crone who’s serviced tens of thousands of men in her lifetime.

Thus, Dads and Daughters is the perfect answer for my conundrum. This way, when I stop in a different city, there’s a sweet pair of arms and a soft breast to lay my head on. There’s an even honeyed hole to sample if all goes well, and I often enjoy my girls two or three times per night before leaving the next morning.

But one of the stipulations about being in Dads and Daughters is that all daughters need to join in order for the dad to retain his membership. At first, it was a problem that I ignored because when I joined the group, Jess was only a baby. She wouldn’t be up for induction for years yet.

But as Jess grew up, I started becoming alarmed. What man wants his nubile young daughter to join a daughter swapping club? But my girl is wise beyond her years, and she has a special sixth sense when it comes to men. By the time she turned sixteen, I’d told her about the club and she was begging me to join. Jessica couldn’t wait.

---