Memories, fantsies and a familiar face.

Mr Williams' home is as impressive as you remember it. A lavish manor secluded outside of the city, you remember how you always thought his daughter was a Princess for growing up in a house like this. Though your nostalgia for your childhood soon perverts with more recent memories. You're certain that Mr Williams still has his swimming pool, but your taste in costumes has changed a lot these days, and you're certain he would suggest very different games to play in the water.

No. He wouldn't suggest.

You can't help but picture it as you pull up. You're wearing the little white string number you bought recently, and you're trembling in Mr William's shadow as he stands in the path of the sun. He's been looking at you since you got in the water, but now as much as he's been enjoying your curves inside your little bikini he can't help but feel it's in the way. So he orders you to take your top off, and you're too scared, to weak to defy him. You reach up and untie it from behind your neck and he grins and his shorts tent as he watches you lower it down, exposing your wet, naked breasts to him. You'd be embarrassed...scared...but excited, watching as he slides his shorts off before slipping into the water with you and telling you to get down on your knees and put your pretty little mouth to work. And you'd do it. You would sink below the water as he holds you down, not getting to breathe again until you made him cum. And then...and then...

"We're here Miss," the Chauffeur says with a smile, and you wonder how long she's been standing there with the door open and your heated blush intensifies.

"Thank you very much," you nod climbing out, trying to minimise your embarrassment. It isn't easy when the Chauffeur puts her hands on your shoulders to stop you once you're standing, taking a moment to straighten out your clothes for you, making sure your breasts are straining perfectly against your little blouse.

"We girls have to be presentable," you're certain she's winking at you behind her sunglasses.

Before you can reply a new voice calls out, making your heart flutter with a more innocent excitement.

"Look at you!"

"Lily!" you beam, running up to embrace your Lily Williams as she bounds out of the manor gate and into your arms.

Time has been generous to Lily, and to the world. The 'sexy cheerleader' stereotype seemed to simply be a herald of her ascendency through adolescence, and the golden haired goddess you call a child-hood friend had lived up to it as if moulded by Venus herself. Even now she seemed to believe that a covered mid-riff and a skirt that ended anywhere near her knees were heresy, wearing a tiny tartan skirt and a cut-short sleeveless blouse that invited everyone to gaze down her deep cleavage.

"You look so grown up!" she beams, stepping back to drink in your work clothes again. Though certainly most would think 'adult video' before 'adult' with your sexy secretary style. "So your Daddy put you too work huh?"

"Yeah," you smile back, suddenly growing very nervous. Moments ago you were fantasizing about her Daddy forcing you to fellate him. Hell, her Daddy had gotten you drunk and **** you to blow him. What...what would she say if she knew?

"I guess we can't stay their little princesses forever," Lily sighs. "I wonder how long I've got before Daddy makes me grow up too..."

You flush as she unintentionally affects your earlier fantasies. You never played alone in Mr Williams' pool. It was always the two of you together.

"It's time for my little Princess to grow up." You can hear Mr Williams say as he pulls off Lily's bikini bottoms, your friend's head in your lap as you tell her it will be okay so long as you both behave...Oh god what is happening to you?

"Well, look after Daddy for me," she beams and your still too busy with one embarrassing though to worry about another. "I've got a gym class to get to, and your Daddy promised me a limo ride!" She smiles at the Chauffeur who is holding the door wide open. You're going to be alone with Mr Williams until your friend and driver return.

"Take care Lily," you smile, kissing her cheek and trying not to be too excited as your breasts crush together.

"Don't have too much fun," she giggles, kissing your cheek back and sliding into the limo with a last wave.