I kind of forced my daughter’s friend to letting me look up her skirt. Several years ago my daughter used to bring home her friends from school dressed in that scene/emo style. One day in particular I was supposed to take them to a show and her friend came over to my house for them to get ready wearing some skimpy emo getup with a tiny plaid skirt. I looked at her legs and I immediately really turned on; she was short, pale and she was looking super hot.

While my daughter went to shower her friend was straighting her hair sitting down in front of the mirror at the edge of my daughter’s room with the door open. I walked by just to take a peek I saw that she was sitting with her legs crossed straightening her hair and I briefly saw her p******. I took a minute and walked by again, only this time I complimented her hair as I walked by. She put the straightener down and put one hand between her legs and acknowledged my complement. I took the chance to go in my daughter’s room and ask her more about her hair and outfit. Before you know it the conversation was over and she needed to straighten her hair. She kinda sat there with the hair straightener in one hand and her other hand covering her underwear waiting for me to leave, but I decided to linger because I really wanted to look up her skirt.

After what felt like a long time she finally gave in. She let out a sigh and she said “really dude?” Sounding a little bothered. I acted dumb and just said “huh?”. That’s when she uncovered herself and started to straighten her hair again. That’s when my eyes dropped right between her legs, I didn’t say anything and she kept straightening her hair, but I can tell she was a little bothered. I started another conversation again about her hair, each time looking at her face and her hair and every now and then I’d take a long gaze at her underwear. At first she looked really annoyed that I was there asking questions and she knew that I was doing it just to look up her skirt, but after a while she seemed a more calm about it and didn’t seem to be bothered that I kept looking between her legs at her underwear. She was wearing white p****** with starts and I could see a little bit of her lips on the outside of her p******.

To my surprise she didn’t seem bothered after a while, knowing I was ultra rock hard just looking down there. I finished my conversation and left the room like if nothing had happened and beat my meat furiously while they got ready. I still saw her after that, we never spoke about it but she didn’t seem bothered at all after that.