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"But daddy, I don't want to go." Amanda whined. She didn't understand why he wanted to introduce her to one of his long time friends but he'd been super adamant about it. He and her mom had gotten divorced a few years ago. She didn't know why they did but it happened. Her best friend Kelly said it's because Mandy's mom was such a prude and if Mandy wasn't careful, she'd end up just like her.

Alone and celibate.

She'd often gotten teased by some of the people she hung out with about possibly becoming a nun. It wasn't like she couldn't get laid and she'd had sex like once. Most men were attracted to her blonde hair, blue eyed innocent look. Her breasts weren't small either, about a 32c. However the first time she'd had sex it hurt like hell but eventually felt good but the way she was raised was very conservative.

Having sex before marriage with the idea of doing it for fun as opposed to for having kids was as naughty as it got for Amanda and after that she felt incredibly guilty and never did it again. The only reason she was still with her dad instead of leaving with her mom was because her college was closer to his house.

"We won't take long." Her dad said as he grabbed the keys. "It's been so long since you've seen one another, since we've seen one another. His business has really taken off, its good to have those sorts of connections. You'll understand when you get a bit older."

She rolled her eyes as she followed him to his 2000 Camry, got in then rolled her eyes. He always talked to her like a child. She was 19 for gods sake.

About 45 minutes later, they pulled into the driveway. She followed her dad to the front door, somewhat amazed by the giant mansion in front of them.
 
Richard had been miserable married to Amanda's mom, but he did his best to hide it from his daughter, even after they got divorced. He didn't want their situation to be one of those ones where the parents use their kids as weapons, constantly bad mouthing the other to their kids to help get what they wanted.

His ex wife wasn't of the same mind, and he knew for a fact that she had said some things about Richard to Amanda. But his daughter had chosen to stay with him. It was maybe a practical decision, since it enabled her to stay at school, while he mom moved to Utah. But still, her presence helped him get through it all.

When Chris called and told him that he had recently moved back to Miami, Richard had quickly agreed to the get together. "I'll bring Amanda, it's been ages since you two saw each other." He explained why he hadn't mentioned bringing Janet, her mom, and Chris related his own marital troubles.

As they pulled up to the mansion, he saw the look of amazement on Amanda's face. "Still wish I hadn't 'forced' you to come?" He grinned at her. She really was the light of his life. The reason he had wanted her to come with him was because he wanted the best for her. He had no idea how much much the idea of 'best' was going to change because of this visit.

He rang the door bell and put his arm around his daughter while they waited. It was about a minute before they heard the bolt of the lock shift and a moment later the door opened.

Chris was on the other side, a handsome man about Richard's age, in really good shape, and dressed quite well. "Richard! It's good to see you!" He opened the door wide and stepped forward to give his old friend a hug. They had met in college, and had become best friends almost instantly. Their careers had taken them on very different trajectories, but their friendship weathered it all.

As Chris stepped back from the hug, his eyes shifted to the young woman standing beside Richard. "Woah, Amanda? Is that you?" His face split into a large smile. "I can't believe it, you look amazing. And so grown up. The last time I saw you... you were what, twelve?"

Richard looked at his daughter with Pride. "She was eleven. You've been away far too long, Chris."

"Where are my manners. Come in, come in. Make yourselves at home."

Chris stepped back and pointed gave them a quick tour of the downstairs. He mixed both himself and Richard a drink, and while handing the glass to her father, he looked at Amanda. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
 
Amanda stood in awe for a few minutes as the man opened the door. Dad had called him Chris. She had a vague bit of memory of him. Not much though. She remembered calling him uncle when she was about 11 or 12 years old. She remembered that her mom hadn't liked it so much but then, she never really liked many of dads friends.

She gave him a timid smile and nodded at his question before they went inside. She took a seat on one of the leather couches, still staring at all the decor in the house. It was absolutely beautiful. Her dad was more of a middle class citizen of Florida making her a middle class citizen as well.

Amanda had dreams for sure, but she wasn't sure she'd ever accomplish those dreams and be able to live in the type of neighborhood, or this kind of house. Chris' voice brought her out of her thoughts. "Um, some water is fine, thank you." She said. "I really like your house."
 
"Water?" Chris smiled at the girl. "I insist you have something a little more fun. I mean, I know you're 19 and all, but if your dad doesn't mind, I'll mix you something up I think you'll like."

Richard smiled. "It's ok with me. I don't mind you drinking a little bit when you're with me. Obviously you're not to be going out to bars and getting drunk, but a drink here or there at home or with Uncle Chris isn't going to hurt you."

Chris nodded his head. "It's settled then. Give me one moment. I have just the thing." He went back to the bar and started to pour. When he came back around, he was holding a martini glass with a bright yellow drink. "This is usually a shot, but I made a bit more. So just sip it. It's called a Blonde Bimbo." He grinned. "Enjoy."
 
She sat there looking confused. Her dad was agreeing to allowing her to drink. Her mom used to tell her before they'd gotten divorced about how of a terrible influence he was to never listen to anything he ever said or did. When Uncle Chris brought back a yellow drink, she looked at it skeptically then glanced at her dad who simply nodded. "Thank you, uncle Chris. That's an interesting name."

She took a small sip. It was REALLY sweet which she assumed was because it had pineapple juice in it. She could barely taste the alcohol. Well, she could taste it but that was probably because she wasn't much of a drinker to begin with.

Both men looked at her with curiousity which meant they must've been waiting to see how it tasted. "It's okay." She said with a polite smile. She took another slow sip, fighting the urge to drink it down all the way. After taking a few more sips, she came to realize that it was really good.
 
Chris laughed when she commented on the name. "Yeah, I don't name 'em. Not sure who came up with it."

Both he and her dad were watching her expectantly. If she didn't care for it, he'd get her some water, but he was hoping he had guessed right that she'd enjoy the sweet drink.

When she said it was ok, he was at least somewhat relieved. It wasn't glowing praise, but it was what he could expect from a 19 year old being watched like a hawk by two older men while she tasted her first alcoholic drink. At least, he assumed it was her first. If that harpy Janet had her way Amanda would have likely gone through life never having tasted alcohol. But of course, he didn't say anything about Amanda's mom.

When she took her second sip, he could tell that it was growing on her. "So, Chris, why don't the two of us catch up? Amanda, if you want to go for a swim, you're welcome to use the pool. There should be some bathing suits upstairs in one of the dressers. They were Nikki's but you can use them."

They were all string bikini's, fit for someone a bit curvier and bustier than Amanda was. But they would still fit well enough.
 
Amanda finished her drink and then looked up at the two men as her dad dismissed her to go swimming. Her dad didn't have their own pool so, when she did want to go swimming, she'd have to go a public pool which really sucked. Nodding her head, she went upstairs and then to one of the bedrooms which she assumed was Nikki's. Stepping inside the room she began to look through her closet. There were tons of string bikinis. Like tons!

Her mom had always discouraged her from wearing anything that showed much cleavage. 'If you tempt the devil, you may not be able to get out of Hell.' her mom had always said. She wasn't religious but her mom used to enjoy using religious euphemisms to scare poor Amanda.

However, she always wondered what it was like wearing string bikinis. Besides, it wasn't like anything bad was going to happen here. Her dad was here and he'd protect her. Plus, Chris was an older man, she didn't think older men would even be attracted to someone half their age. There weren't many modest looking string bikinis in the closet though, some were way worse than others.

She found a pink one which was about as modest as it got and put it on. There were tons of this same bikini but in different colors other ones looked more like lingerie or show more tits than what would currently be on display.

Mandy found a towel and wrapped it around her body after getting dressed so that she wouldn't distract from whatever her dad and uncle Carl were talking about. She brushed past the living room where they were then walked out the backdoor and outside.

Mandy took off the towel and sat at the edge of the pool, slipping her feet in first.

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The two men talked while Amanda was upstairs changing, Chris about his newly failed marriage and Richard about their money troubles. With Janet gone, they were down to just his income, and with rising tuition prices, it was getting hard.

The both of them smiled at her as she walked passed, wrapped in a towel, and then continued talking for a bit. Chris was quite attracted to Amanda already, though she wasn't the type of woman he wanted. But that presented an opportunity.

"What if I had an idea that would solve both of our problems?" Chris asked his friend.

"What do you mean? What idea?" Was Richard's reply.

"Well, I'm looking for a woman, and your daughter is very attractive." He held up a hand as Richard started to look offended and angry. "Hear me out. You know the kind of woman I'm interested in, you saw the kind of girls I dated in college, what Nikki was like... I think your daughter has some potential in that area."

Richard was looking at his friend flabbergasted.

"What if, in exchange for you helping her to become what I'm looking for, I pay for all of her expenses. School, clothes, recreation, you name it. She'll never have to work, unless she wants to work."

Richard finally spoke up. "And what if she wants no part of this arrangement?"

"I'd rather she didn't know about this deal... you can tell her I'm paying for whatever, but I'd rather it be because I'm your friend, and her unofficial uncle, than for what we're talking about now. And if she chooses not to be who I'm thinking she could be, then I'll still continue until she's done school. No strings."

Richard's anger was subsiding a bit, but he still wasn't saying anything. "Think it over. You don't have to decide right now. But lets go out to the patio and watch Amanda enjoy the pool. I'll make up some more drinks."

Chris went to the bar while Richard went out to the patio and watched her swim. The bikini she was wearing was small, that was apparent in both who it belonged to, and from what he could see of it.

A few minutes later, Chris came back out with 3 more drinks. "Amanda, I made you another Blonde Bimbo, for when you're done in the pool."
 
Eventually Amanda had slipped into the water, letting the cool water hit her body. The bikini was kind of tight but she didn't think much of it. It almost felt like if she made the wrong move, the bikini top would bust. No one was out here but her and she didn't think her dads friend would do anything about it. She wondered what they were talking about but pushed that to the back of her mind. After all, it was a long time since they'd spoken so they were probably just catching up.

Finally, they came outside to join her and she waved happily at her dad then blushed, giving uncle Chris a small, polite smile. He was pretty cute for someone who was older than her and if she had the guts or was even close to his age she probably would've tried flirting with him.

"Thank you, uncle Chris." She said as she swam closer to the steps. She stepped out of the pool to grab the drink, feeling his eyes on her which caused her to shiver. She'd never really had the attention of a guy like this and if she did, she never really noticed it. Probably because she didnt typically wear swimsuits that looked like it had been ripped by a pissed off lion.

She reached for the drink, smiling at Chris again before taking a sip this time bigger than before.
 
Chris wasn't exactly trying to get Amanda drunk, but with the drinks being almost entirely alcohol, it was bound to happen.

"That bikini suits you perfectly, Amanda. It really does." He said as his eyes roamed up and down her wet body, pausing, perhaps involuntarily, over her tits.

It was mid afternoon when the two men joined Amanda out by the pool, so when Chris sat back down, he looked over at Richard. "Can you stay for dinner? That way Amanda can enjoy the pool, and we can catch up. What do you say?"

"I don't know, lets see what Amanda thinks. "Hey Mandy sweetheart, do you want to go home now, or wait and have dinner with Uncle Chris?"
 
This blonde bimbo seemed to be a bit stronger than the last one and she could feel herself getting tipsy. Was it possible to get tipsy so soon? Maybe, after all her body wasn't accustomed to alcohol.

At her dads question, she gave a little tipsy giggle. "I'd love to daddy. You guys will get to catch up more and I'll get to spend the rest of the afternoon in a pool. It'll be like having my own private pool."

She downed the rest of her blonde bimbo, hiccuping. "Uncle Chris, can I please have more?" She asked
 
"You can, but it's not a good idea to drink too much if you're going to swim. So how about this. When you're done swimming, and you just want to lay out in the sun with your dad and me, I'll make you another drink. How does that sound?"

As he was walking back to his lounge chair, he called over to her. "And as for the pool, what if I were to say you're free to come over and use the pool whenever you want?"

He looked over at Richard and smiled.

Richard just looked back. "I still haven't made up my mind about your crazy idea." He said, though not loud enough for Amanda to hear.
 
Amanda nodded at his rule about swimming and alcohol. She walked back towards the pool and jumped in it. She came up from the water for air and her face visibly brightened at his invitation to come over whenever she wanted to go swimming. She squealed happily.

"Really? Do you mean it?" When he nodded, she bit her lip and looked at her daddy. "Can I daddy?"

He seemed to hesitate and then nod. "My mom was totally wrong about you, uncle Chris." She giggled and then went back to swimming around, feeling incredibly excited about being able to come over and swim.
 
After about an hour of talking with Richard about everything, and nothing... the elephant in the room of Chris' earlier proposal not being mentioned... Chris went inside to start getting dinner ready.

True to his word, when Amanda was done with swimming and came out to relax by the pool, there was a fresh drink waiting for her.

The three of them sat down to a dinner of steak, asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes. "Bonappetit!" Chris said with a smile.

"You know, it occurs to me, since I've been gone, I missed all kinds of birthdays. Didn't I Amanda. I'll have to think of something to make up for that. After all, I wouldn't want you to think your Uncle Chris doesn't care." He winked at her.

When it was time to go home, he walked them out to the car and shook Richard's hand, and gave Amanda a hug and kiss on the cheek. "See you both soon. It won't be another 8 years this time. I promise."
 
The night had been extremely fun and probably even more fun with the alcohol that she'd had. They'd taken time to catch up though, she'd gone back to being silent while the two men caught up, enjoying her food. She did open up a little bit but she had stopped drinking after about her third one so she wasn't so drunk where she'd forgotten her manners.

When they'd arrived home, she yawned and started to head to bed.

"Sweetie..." Her dad started and she looked at him a with a smile. "Yes, daddy?"

He seemed to hesitate for a minute and then shook his head. "Sleep well, okay?" She nodded, kissing his cheek before running upstairs and then going to sleep.
 
Richard stayed up later, thinking about the proposal. He knew the kind of girls that Chris liked. As Chris had mentioned, he had been there during College when he dated what could only be called the biggest sluts on campus. The girls that spent more time trying to look sexy and get fucked than they did going to class. Did he want his daughter to be like that?

But if he allowed it to happen... helped it happen... she would be set for school. Even if she didn't want what Chris was offering, his friend had said he would still provide for her school and other expenses.

That night when he finally did make it to bed, he dreamed. In his dreams, he saw the new Amanda, or Mandi, the vain and vapid bimbo that Chris would turn her into. She giggled and fucked her way through school, and was pampered by her rich sugar daddy.

He thought it was a nightmare, but when he woke up, he was as hard as a rock, and breathing hard.

He called Chris first thing in the morning. "I'm in."

Later, for breakfast, he sat at the table and looked at his daughter, seeing her in a new light. "So, still wish I hadn't taken you to go visit Chris yesterday, Sweetheart?"
 
Making her way downstairs, she had reached the kitchen right when her dad hung up. Smiling at him, she kissed his cheek. She had a little bit of a hangover but it wasn't too bad. Thank god, she hadn't gone crazy with alcohol. Though even she had to admit those blonde bimbos were delicious!

"Morning daddy." She said as she began making some coffee. She'd brought her phone downstairs and was quickly texting Kelly about their plans for the day. Unfortunately, Kelly was canceling on her.

At her dads question, she glanced up at him as she finished making her coffee. "It was okay." She said with a shrug, trying to play it cool even though being at Uncle Chris' house was really fun. When her dad gave her look, she laughed. "Fine, I had a good time. Are you happy?" She picked up her coffee cup and then her cellphone and took a seat at the table.
 
He gave her a look when she said it was okay that said he didn't buy it in the least. When she fessed up and said it was fun, he smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. It means a lot to me to see you and Chris getting close again. You used to adore him when you were little."

He sat for a moment, wondering how the best way to go about this was. "You might be wondering where his wife, Nikki, was yesterday. I just found out about this yesterday myself, but I think you're old enough to hear the truth. Nikki and Chris split up... though that's putting it mildly. Nikki cheated on him, and he found out about it. He threw her out then and there. So right now he's pretty lonely and hurt."

He took her hand in his. "Chris likes a particular kind of woman... one that makes the odds of her cheating on him higher, to be perfectly honest. But that doesn't mean that he deserves it, right?"

"I think it really meant a lot to him to see you there yesterday having fun, and enjoying his company. And what you said about your mom being wrong about him, I couldn't agree more. Chris has always been there when I needed him, since the day we met. He's been an amazing friend. One of the things that we talked about was money yesterday. Obviously, he's got a lot of it. But since your mom left, things have been pretty tight around here. So, he's offered to help us out a bit. He wants to take care of your tuition for us. What do you think of that?"
 
Amanda frowned looking highly confused. Why would someone give them money, her money for nothing in return? Could someone really be THAT nice? She bit her lip nervously. It was terrible that Uncle Chris had lost his wife in that sort of way though. She could never do something like that to the man she loved.

It was another lesson ingrained by her mother." Sluts lose more than their virginity, they also lose the ones they love." She murmured, then covered her mouth not having realized she'd said it out loud until it was too late.

"I think that's really nice of him daddy." She said, quickly recovering from her slip up. "He just wants to help us out, no strings attached?" Amanda shook her head. "I find that really hard to believe. I mean, my tuition is pretty steep to just give up because he felt like being generous."
 
Richard heard what she said, but didn't comment on it at first.

"I think it's really nice of him too. But he's always been there for me, and I know he adores you. He always has." He smiled at his daughter. He was doing this for her. If she chose the lifestyle he and Chris were going to present her with, then she would be happy and taken care of. If she didn't, she'd get her school paid for, and not have to worry about student loans. It was a win win. Or so he told himself.

"I heard a little bit of your mom there Sweety." He grinned and squeezed her hand. I know you probably miss her. I've tried not to say or do anything that tarnishes your opinion of her, but I want you to know that the world doesn't work the way your mom thinks it does... it's not all black and white. There's all kinds of gray, and what one person thins is bad doesn't mean that everyone else does."

"For example..." He paused, and looked at her with a wry grin. "See how I segued that into a teachable moment? For example... you think Chris' marriage ended because Nikki is a slut. And because of your mom, maybe other places too, but mostly your mom, you think sluts are bad. So clearly that's what happened, right? Chris found out Nikki was a slut, and that was the end of it. But it's not that simple."

He paused again to gather his thoughts and figure out how he was going to explain this. "It wasn't that Nikki slept with another man that hurt him so much. It was that she lied about it. I told you before, that Chris likes a certain kind of woman. One that some people, your mom especially, would call a slut. If Nikki had simply told him that she wanted to sleep with other people, and been open about it, things would have played out very differently, and they would probably still be together."

"Sleeping with someone other than the man you're with doesn't, by itself, hurt anyone. Lying about it, or doing it behind his back on the other hand, does. That's where the difference is. Does that make sense Sweety?"
 
Mandy was confused, incredibly confused. Her mom had taught her things that were incredibly different than how her dad was explaining them. Though in a way it did make sense, sort of. Besides her mom said a lot about things she didn't understand.

"So.. like for instance, if you want to have sex not because you want kids, but just for fun? That's ...that's okay?" She asked

Amanda blushed unsure of why she was asking this. No actually, she knew why. Because she was curious. She wanted...well, for one she didn't want to be alone like her mom was or worse, a nun where sex wasn't even an option.

"I guess it makes sense. Is it like borrowing from someone and if you don't ask, it's stealing?"
 
"Mandy sweetheart, sex is just like anything else. It's not inherently bad, so that the only thing that makes it worth while is having kids. Let me put it to you this way. Reading is a good thing, you can read wikipedia or academic journals and learn new things. But you can also read just for fun. One isn't better than the other. One day, you're going to meet a guy, and you're going to want to spend time with him, and have fun with him. That fun could be going for a walk, or watching a movie, or having sex. And unless you're actually hurting someone, you don't have to explain yourself."

When she gave her comparison about why sleeping with someone with your partner knowing you want to, and agreeing to it, he smiled. "Now you're getting it. It's the promise to be faithful that makes it wrong, not the sex itself. If you don't make that promise, or you talk about it before you go out and do it, and both of you agree, then you aren't doing anything wrong."
 
"I guess I understand." She sat there quietly. Her mind was trying to wrap around everything her dad had just explained. She shook her head and got up, starting to make a bagel for breakfast. "Well, no matter what, it's really nice of uncle Chris to help out."

She still didn't understand WHY he was helping out but he was. She still felt like there was a catch twenty two. Amanda didn't ask though. "So what are your plans today, daddy?" She asked while eating her bagel.
 
"Well that was a bit of weird breakfast conversation, wasn't it." He grinned. "But I'm glad we talked about it. I held my tongue for so long while your mother filled your head with all of that shame stuff. I never agreed with a word of it. My rule of thumb is, and always will be whether or not you're doing anything illegal, or if you are hurting yourself or someone else. If not, then it's ok."

"That isn't to say I'm telling you to go out and sleep with every guy you meet... I'm just saying to be who you are. Not who you think your mom, or even I, want you to be."

When she asked what his plans were, he frowned. "I have to go into work today. We're a bit behind and I need to make up some ground. Will you be ok by yourself?"
 
Amanda nodded her head still considering his words as she finished her bagel. "I'll be fine. I'm a big girl, daddy. Besides it's not like you've never left me at home to go to work before."

Taking her plate to the sink she hurried upstairs. She waited until her dad left for work, why she wasn't sure but the idea of someone to already have a girlfriend or wife, but still fucking other people kind of went against everything she was taught by her mom, despite what her father had just explained.

Double checking to make sure he'd actually pulled out of the driveway, she pulled out her laptop and started typing keywords in.

Relationships with multiple people...

It was called polyamory but she wasn't sure if that was exactly what she was looking for.

Sex with multiple people?

Yahoo asked if she wanted to take safesearch off.

A whole bunch of dirty images and links popped up after Amanda turned it off. She began clicking then trying to find real life research. She found a lot on a porn site. She sat there not clicking play on the video.

She was tempted, really tempted. Her mom wasn't here to control her anymore though. So Amanda clicked one and watched engrossed as the woman on the screen took care of two cocks. Amanda squirmed as she watched the scene play out.

This went on all day and she'd actually lost track of time.
 
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