More whisky and talks

We laughed and chatted for a little while as he sipped his whiskey, but after a while raised an eyebrow, “You being careful about drinking after last week or just forgot?” He asked.

I laughed, “Honestly just forgot.” I said.

He pointed to the liquor cabinet and handed me his glass. I downed the last little bit as I stood up, “Yes sir.” I said in a mock resigned tone as I went over to the cabinet.

He laughed, “You’re not a maid, and you don’t have to but it would be a shame for all the whiskey to be wasted on me.” He said with a smile.

The whiskey was on a lower shelf than usual and I frowned, did he do it deliberately trying to get me to bend over more, was it just a non-thinking thing. I was second guessing too much again.

I grabbed a glass and bent over at the waist, I placed both glasses on the shelf with the whiskey and took my time pouring two glasses. As I did I pushed my knees out slightly forcing the zips to undo further. I felt the dress creep up my backside, I hadn’t worn panties and knew if it rose too much my dad would see. I questioned whether I should or not as I finished pouring some drinks.

I picked up the glasses and turned around, as I walked to the couch dad said, “It really is a very nice dress you have on.”

“Thank you,” I said handing him a glass and flopping into the seat beside him, “So pizza and the game next week,” he nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

“Me too,” he took a sip before slapping my knee, “Jersey’s?” he asked.

Dad and I went for different teams, so we sometimes wore our respective jersey’s while watching. “I have Uni Thursday afternoon, but will bring mine and change here.”

He laughed, “Not proud enough of your team to wear it out?”

The idea was to maximise the chance for dad to see me getting change but I couldn’t tell him that. “I am very proud of my team.”

“Ha,” he barked, “but not proud enough to display it proudly,” he was goading me, and I knew it.

“Fine,” I said, “How about a little bet?”

I stopped mid sip, “I’m listening,” he said into the glass.

“My teams on tomorrow night, your’s on Saturday,” he nodded, “if your team outscores mine, I won’t wear my jersey next week, instead I will wear a maid’s outfit,” I said, referencing what he said as I went to pour whiskey. He laughed and shook his head, “And if my team outscores yours, you have to wear a butlers costume.”