Lydia's Dad

Delia stared out the window, watching the scenery fly by the salt dotted glass. The last few months of school had been hellish and she couldn’t be any happier that spring break was officially here and that she was currently speeding down the beach road with Lydia, her best friend, and Lydia’s boyfriend Will. Delia silently hummed along to the radio, her mind on the week to come. She inhaled a breath and was pleasantly surprised to smell the salty air as the windows weren’t even down.

She’d be staying the week at Lydia’s parents’ beach house on the Savannah coast. It was on a secluded strip of beach about twenty minutes from all the down town action. Despite all the privacy, Lydia had been complaining the whole trip down.

Her parents were going through a rather tricky divorce and her dad, Grant, had been staying at the beach house for most of the year. And he’d be there the whole week. Delia didn’t mind so much though, he’d be at work during the day and he was fairly cool for a dad. Delia had been friends with Lydia since they were little and she had known Grant for a long time. When she was young, a burgeoning crush developed, but as she got older it seemed to escalate into something more.

“Spring break officially begins,” Lydia said as she turned onto the road leading to the beach house.

“Spring break doesn’t begin until I’m plastered on the beach,” Will said from the backseat.

“Sorry about my dad,” Lydia said, “but he promises to stay out of the way.” She pulled into the driveway of a big white house with a wrap around porch perched grandly atop a sand dune.

The car came to a stop and the three kids clamored out, stretching, glad to finally be at the beach. Lydia led them up the steps and onto the porch where she found the door locked.

“Great,” she said, knocking, “I don’t have a key.”

“I hope he’s home,” Delia said.

“Why would the door be locked?” Lydia asked.

“Maybe he’s with a girl,” Will cracked.

“Oh eww,” Lydia said, knocking again.

“Is your dad seeing someone?” Delia asked.

“No, not that I know of.”

The door swung open and Grant appeared, yawning. “Hey,” he said, moving out of the way and letting the others come in. “Sorry, I was taking a nap. How was the trip?”

“Fine,” Lydia said, as they went into the living room.

“And how’s the ruthless shrew?” he asked.

“Mom’s fine,” she said rolling her eyes.

“Where’s all your stuff?” he asked looking around.

“In the car; I figured you and Will could carry it in,” she said flopping down on the couch with Delia.

“Yeah, why don’t you start Will?” he said.

“I’m on it,” Will said taking off.

“I don’t have lunch fixed but I’m sure you can find something,” he said, sitting in a chair opposite the couch.

“I’m starved,” Lydia said jumping up. “And I know Will is,” she said, wandering off into the kitchen.

“So, Delia how are you?” Grant asked.

“Great,” she said smiling. “Glad to be out of school.”

“Yeah, how is school?”

“Pretty good. This week is deserved if I do say so myself.”

Grant smiled. “I’m sure it is.”

“How’ve you been?” Delia asked delicately.

Grant sighed. “Not great, but it’s getting better.”

Delia smile sympathetically. She didn’t know all the details of the breakup but she knew it was Lydia’s mom’s idea. Grant was so easy-going and fun to be around, she couldn’t imagine what happened to drive them apart. He was also incredibly handsome with dark brown eyes, pronounced cheekbones, and a head-full of sandy brown hair with just the slightest hints of gray starting to show up.

“I thought you were helping me?” Will shouted from the foyer.

“I guess I should,” Grant said standing.

Delia stood up as well. “I’ll see what Lydia’s up to.”

After all the luggage had been brought in, and after Lydia and Delia fixed lunch, Grant took everyone upstairs and showed them to their rooms. The house had five bedrooms, meaning, as Grant was quick to point out to Will, they’d all be getting their own.

Delia unpacked her stuff, eager to hurry up and head out to the beach. The sun was shining bright and Delia was determined to go back to school with a nice golden tan. She pulled her bathing suit from her bag and was about to put it on when someone knocked on her door.

“Come in,” she said turning around.

“Just me,” Lydia said, stepping into the room. “How’s your room?”

“It’s nice,” Delia said.

“After you finish putting your stuff away, want to head down to the beach?”

“Most definitely,” Delia said. “Promise me we’ll have fun on this trip.”

“I absolutely promise you,” Lydia said smiling.

“It’d be more fun with Patrick,” Delia sighed.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Lydia said sarcastically. “Patrick was an ass.”

“I know, I know, and we’ve been broken up for two months. But the sex was great,” she said a grin.

“Forget about him, we’re going to go out tomorrow night. We’ll find you a nice boy,” she grinned. “Now get your suit on and let’s go!”

Delia, Lydia, and Will spent the rest of the afternoon down on the beach. It was hot, but not unbearably so and the ocean was ice cold. Delia relaxed, stretched out on a beach towel with her eyes closed. The light breeze and sweet ocean air was heaven and she couldn’t believe she almost didn’t come. She had actually considered staying at the dorms and spending the week studying!

Hours passed and Delia realized she could spend all day and night out there, letting the waves lull her to serenity. It was pure paradise.

Yawning, Delia sat up, taking off her sunglasses. “Do you think we should ask your dad to come out?” she asked as Lydia she reapplied sunscreen to Will’s back.

“Yeah,” Will said, laying on the blanket, his eyes closed. “Tell him to come out here and me and Lydia’ll go up to the house,” he smirked.

“He has been alone a lot lately,” Lydia said. “You can go tell him to come hang out, if you want,” she said to Delia, “but I’m not moving.”

“Okay,” Delia said hopping up. She thought about wrapping a towel around her waist, but then decided against it. Running a hand through her long, wavy brown hair as she walked up to the house, she couldn’t help but smile. Her new swimsuit, although not indecent, was skimpy, to say the least.

She climbed up the steps to the deck of the pool, then made her way to the sliding glass doors and into the living room. Looking around, her eyes squinting in the dim light, she didn’t see Grant anywhere.

“Mr. Turner?” she called out. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her; the air condition was on full blast and it was freezing. “Hello?”

She left the living room and wandered into the kitchen, then upstairs, still not finding Grant. “Mr. Turner?” she said, walking down the hallway to an open door at the end. “Ah,” she said to herself as she saw him sitting at a desk. She walked over to the door and knocked, despite it already being open.

“Hey,” Grant said looking up.

“Hey, Mr. Turner,” Delia said with a smile. “Do you want to come down to the beach with us?” she asked.

“I promised Lydia I’d stay out of sight for the week,” he said.

“Well, she’s okay with it. We thought maybe you’d like some company.”

“I’ll come down in a little while,” he said, putting away some papers. “Just have to finish up some work.”

“K,” Delia said with another smile and turned to leave.

Grant watched as Delia walked away. “Damn,” he said shaking his head. “Damn, damn, damn.” He had known her for practically all of her twenty-one years, but still. Damn.

Delia trekked back down to the beach, smiling. She hadn’t planned on seducing Grant while on this trip, nothing of that sort, but now that she was here a little harmless flirting would be fun. Hell, it might even do him some good.

An hour later, as the sun began to set, Grant appeared climbing down the steps to the beach, carrying a cooler and lighter fluid.

“I thought we’d build a bon fire and roast hotdogs,” he said sitting everything down on the sand near the deck.

“Good, I’m starved,” Will said, clamoring up from his chair.

“There should be some wood in the garage,” Grant said

“We’ll get it,” Lydia said, taking Will by the arm and leading him toward the front of the house.

“Two minutes!” Grant yelled.

Delia ambled over to Grant, looking in the cooler. Along with the hotdogs and an assortment of drinks was a bag of marshmallows. “You know how to spoil us,” she said grinning.

“Can’t have a fire without marshmallows,” he said.

Lydia and Will got back with the wood and the two men soon started a fire. They roasted hotdogs, then marshmallows, half the time having to fight off a pack of hungry seagulls. The hour got later and eventually Grant excused himself from the group. Delia got the impression that he felt out of place, even at his own house. If he did feel that way, he wasn’t the only one. Lydia and Will would take every chance to be alone, but Delia couldn’t really blame them. Damn that Patrick!

“Okay,” Will said as the fire started smoldering out, “this diet Coke’s really hitting the spot but when’s this parting starting?”

“Consider it started,” Lydia said, falling into his lap and kissing his chin.

“Where’s the alcohol?” he asked.

“Dad only has whisky,” Lydia said making a face. “Thinks he’s J.D. Salanger or something being all reclusive out here.”

“We’ll have to go shopping tomorrow.”

“How’s your dad doing?” Delia asked.

Lydia shrugged. “Okay, I guess, not great. Mom’s the one being nasty about everything.”

“He needs to get laid,” Will said.

“You think everyone needs to get laid,” Lydia said looking up at him.

“Yeah, most of all me,” he said bending down and kissing her neck.

“Well,” Delia said standing up, “I think I’ll call it a night.”

“Okay,” Lydia said, “we’ll be up later.”

“I’m already up,” Will cracked.

“Night, you guys,” Delia said and she headed toward the house.

She didn’t mind spending time alone, although she’d prefer spending the break partying with the others. The lights were on inside but Grant was MIA. She climbed the stairs to her room and stripped off her bathing suit, then headed for the shower, appreciative of the private bathroom.

One thing Delia didn’t like about the beach was how sand always seemed to get everywhere! The hot water felt good, washing away the salt, and tanning lotion, and grim that she had accumulated throughout the day. She lingered under the water for several minutes before soaping up and washing her hair.

Eventually Delia finished up, stepping back in her cold bedroom and pulling out a tank top and shorts to sleep in. Sitting on the end of her bed, she towel dried her long hair, thinking about tomorrow.

Maybe she’d meet someone, or maybe she’d just get drunk at the house and make a pass at Grant.

She giggled and slipped into bed. It was fun to think about, having her wicked way with Mr. Turner, but it wasn’t like it was an actual possibility.

Clicking the lamp off, Delia thought Lydia would die if she knew the feelings she was harboring for her father. Of course, all the girls thought Mr. Turner was cute, but to the best of Delia’s knowledge, no one had ever thought about acting on it.

But who could blame her? She was lonely, he was lonely, and they were both going through difficult times. Not that Delia’s break-up was quite as traumatic as Grant’s. He was just so handsome. No, handsome didn’t cover it, he was just plain hot. And he wasn’t a typical dad that bowled or watched wrestling or fished. He ran two miles a day and lifted weights, he read Kerouac and Vonnegut, and spoke four languages. Delia didn’t know his exact age, just that he was forty-something. The fact that he was twenty years older, techinally still married, and the father of her best friend-completely forbidden fruit, made him all the more tempting.

The next morning Delia was up and out on the beach by eleven, quite a sacrifice on her week off from school. Lydia and Will stayed out for a few hours before cleaning up and heading into town to go shopping. Delia decided to stay on the beach figuring her tan was more important than her liquor of choice.

Her eyes were closed and music blared in her ears, her headphones fully shutting out any noise around her and her sunglasses keeping out the glare. She loved the feel of the sun beating down on her and she had to remind herself not to fall asleep.

But a half an hour passed and the environment was so soothing, Delia couldn’t help but let her eyes close.

Except that a hand touched her back causing her to jump with a start.

She jerked her headphones off and rolled over to her elbows, opening her eyes and seeing Grant standing above her.

“Hey, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.

“That’s okay,” she smiled, “actually you saved me from falling asleep.”

“Your cell phone was ringing,” he said, handing Delia the phone. “It stopped before I found it.”

“Thanks,” Delia said taking the phone. She checked the screen for the caller ID and was surprised to see the name. “Patrick,” she said.

“I thought Lydia said you broke up with him?”

“He broke up with me,” Delia shrugged.

“Dumbass,” Grant said shaking his head.

Delia smiled at Grant. “I wonder what he wants?” she said, dialing his number. After a short and rather terse conversation it became apparent that Patrick didn’t want back together. “Look I’m on vacation, I’m not getting into it now,” Delia finally said. “The beach,” she said after a short pause.

“Hey Delia,” Grant yelled, “get your suit off, we’re going skinny dipping!”

A grin spread over Delia’s face. “It was no one,” she said into the phone, “gotta go.” She slammed the phone shut and broke out into giggles. “That was perfect,” she said.

“I like to help,” Grant said. “Also, Lydia called and said to be ready when they got back. Which would be late this afternoon.”

“Got it,” she said.

“Why didn’t you go with them?”

“I can shop anytime, this is the week for being at the beach.”

Grant nodded. “Understandable. But the sun’s really hot today, you should be careful. Make sure you have some sort of sunscreen on.”

“Well, actually,” Delia said, “I have some, I just wasn’t able to put it on my back.”

Grant didn’t say anything.

Balls to the wall, Delia said to herself. She sat up and pulled a bottle of lotion out of her bag. “Would you?” she asked, giving him the bottle. “I’d hate to get burned and have this whole week ruined,” she added, rolling over to her back.

“Uh, yeah,” Grant said against his better judgment. He squirted some of the lotion on his hands, then dropped to his knees in the sand and bent over Delia.

Her skin was hot and she gasped as the cold cream touched her. At least Grant assumed that was why she gasped.

Delia wriggled on the beach towel as Grant’s hands slid over her back. It felt so good but it was a dangerous ploy; if he had declined it would have been awkward. But he didn’t. So maybe that meant it was okay to . . . take it up a notch.

“Just unhook my top,” she said as his hands came to the strap of her bathing suit.

“Unhook it?” Grant asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, I don’t want to get lines,” she said.

Grand did what she said without speaking.

Delia stifled a giggle. He was being extremely accommodating. Was it because her requests, so far, seemed innocent enough? Or was it naïve for Grant to think she really gave a damn about proper lotion coverage on her back?

“There you go,” Grant said hooking her top back and standing up.

“Thanks, Mr. Turner,” Delia said, rolling back over on her elbows. “There’s a towel in my bag,” she said pointing to her right.

“That’s okay, I have to get back up to the house.” To take a cold shower, he thought.

“Why?” Delia asked.

“Just some things I have to take care of.” Christ, he was a forty-five year old man and there he was standing there thinking about baseball, taxes, the chemicals used to clean the pool-anything to keep the impending erection at bay. Touching her, rubbing her back was like the pre-show and now he was ready for the main act.
Was he out of his mind? Quite possibly.

“Oh, okay,” Delia said. “You know, actually, it is pretty hot out here. I think I’m going to go up too.” She got up and began gathering her things. “Guess I didn’t need that sunscreen after all,” she said with a smile as she passed him.

Delia sat on a stool at the bar in the kitchen, flipping through a magazine. She had been dressed and ready for twenty minutes when Lydia and Will finally got back. Lydia had her arms full of bags, claiming to have found sales everywhere she went.

“I’m so ready to get drunk,” Will said lining up various bottles of alcohol on the kitchen counter.

“You can have one drink,” Lydia said firmly, putting away groceries, “but that’s all. We can’t show up at a club drunk.”

“Fine. Are you driving tonight?” he asked.

“I’m thinking a taxi’s the best idea,” she said with a smirk.

“Look I know it’s your break,” Grant said coming into the kitchen, “but let’s be responsible tonight, okay?”

“I’m always responsible,” Lydia replied. “Right Delia?”

“Right,” Delia answered.

“You should have come with us, wait to you see the shoes I got,” Lydia said.

“I had fun here,” Delia said casting a smirk to Grant who cleared his throat and looked away.

“Well,” Grant said, “I’m going to be up in my office. Have a good time. Be safe, I mean it.”

“See ya,” Lydia said to her dad as he took off for the stairs. “Okay, I just have to change then we can go.”


The club was loud and full; sweaty bodies slammed against each other to an energetically charged rhythm. Lights flickered back and forth in time to the beat. People were packed on the dance floor like sardines in a can. Delia couldn’t walk from their table to the bar without brushing against at least three people on all sides.

But the drinks were good, the music was hot, and the atmosphere was slamming. Lydia and Will alternated doing shots at the bar with all but having sex on the dance floor. Delia liked sitting back and people watching, but was quite eager to dance with the guys who asked her. It was fun to be crazy and wild and not care, that’s what she was at the beach for. But she had been thinking about Grant most of the evening.

He had been receptive. That was what Delia was thinking about. Either consciously or subconsciously, she wasn’t sure which yet. But either way it was a good sign. She just had to make sure she would be alone with him again, the sooner the better.

The more vodka she consumed, the more she wanted Grant. Yes, at first thought it seemed silly; going after Lydia’s dad. Silly enough to make her laugh out loud. She was going to fuck Mr. Turner! Well, maybe.

Delia got up from the table and walked out to the middle of the floor where Lydia and Will were dancing.

“Hey,” she shouted, “I’m going to head back.”

“To the house?” Lydia questioned.

“Yeah, I’m tired, I’ll just see you in the morning,” Delia said and turned away before Lydia could ask anymore questions.


Delia slipped inside the quiet house, wondering if Grant had went to sleep yet. It was only a little after one but she didn’t know his sleeping habits. She half excepted him to be waiting up, but she didn’t see him anywhere.

She threw her purse on the couch and went into the kitchen for a bottle of water. As she walked back into the living room she saw Grant coming down the stairs.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Delia asked.

Grant shook his head. “Back already?” he said coming down the stairs.

“Just me actually,” Delia said with a smile. “Lydia and Will won’t be back for hours.”

“Oh,” he said, “why’d you come back?”

“I just got bored,” she said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Why are you still up?”

“I was working, and then I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why not?” she asked with a smile.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged.

There was tension in the air, Delia could definitely feel it. Grant was aware of it too. What if she just kissed him? What would he do? She could always say she was drunk if it turned out badly. Blame it on the alcohol and her recent break-up. That would work, she thought and a grin spread over her face.

“What?” Grant asked.

“I was just thinking about something. Seems silly now, but I used to have the biggest crush on you. All the girls did.”

Grant laughed and Delia detected a hint of nervousness.

“I didn’t realize,” he said.

“You didn’t?” she asked skeptically.

“Well . . .” he trailed off with a smile.

“And now that I’m older. . . .” she said grinning.

“Now that you’re older what?” he asked.

“I think I still do.”

“Really?” he asked as she walked over to him.

Delia nodded. “We’re both adults here so why don’t we cut the bullshit?” she said and put her arms around his neck.

“That was a pretty bold move,” he said, a challenge in his voice.

“Wait to you see this one,” she said, reaching up and kissing him. It was soft and slow, a leisurely testing of the waters.

The waters were fine.

Delia slipped her tongue past his lips, teasing him, drawing him out to her. He quickly caught on and was soon just as eager as Delia.

They managed to make their way upstairs and into Delia’s room without breaking the kiss, which became more fevered every step they took.

Reaching behind her, Delia pushed the door shut, then put her arm back around Grant’s neck. They fumbled over to the bed where Delia pushed Grant down, then climbed on top, straddling him.

Grant’s hands slid up Delia’s thighs, pushing her short black dress up to her hips and his tongue thrust up ardently in her mouth.

Grinding into him, Delia broke the kiss, panting for air. “Mr. Turner,” she breathed as he kissed her neck.

“You’re really going to have to start calling me Grant,” he said, his hands sliding up her stomach.

“I like Mr. Turner,” she said with a wicked smile.

Grant reached around to her back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall off her and pool around her waist. He immediately unhooked her bra and tugged it from her body, tossing it to the floor.

Delia sighed as Grant’s mouth bent to her and kissed up the path between her breasts. She touched his neck, guiding his head-his mouth to just where she wanted it. Her head fell back and she arched her back as Grant’s tongue came out and stabbed at a rosy nipple. Delia uttered a soft moan as his lips fastened around the hard little peak and he sucked it into his mouth. Meanwhile his hand had found the other one and was tormenting it with his fingers.

“You did lock the door?” he asked, his mouth trailing across her chest to her other breast.

“Damn” Delia shook her head. “I didn’t, oh but don’t stop,” she said pushing herself into Grant’s mouth. And oh what a sweet mouth it was! The core between her legs throbbed with need and Delia pressed herself down on Grant.

His hands came to her waist and he drew her dress up over her head and discarded it like her bra.

Delia reached for Grant’s head and tugged it up to hers, pushing her tongue back in his mouth. His arms came around her waist and he pulled her even closer. The kiss was deep but slow and dripping with passion, as their tongues explored each others mouths. She wanted him so badly, and for many years now, it was hard to contain herself. Not that she had too.

With a smile Delia pulled away and sat up.

“What?” Grant asked.

“Nothing,” she said shaking her head. “I don’t want it to be so fast,” she said, bringing her hands up to his throat and unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ve been thinking about it since I was thirteen,” she said.

“You really had a crush on me back then?” he asked, raising up so Delia could pull his shirt off.

“Completely and totally,” she said dropping her mouth to his chest.. She had seen him a couple times before without his shirt on and knew all that weight lifting and exercising had paid off.

He was tanned and his skin warm and she traced her tongue over the ripples of muscle, stopping to suck a nipple in her mouth. Her hand dropped below to glide over the bulge in his pants, causing Grant to sigh out as she stroked him.

She increased the pressure of her fingers on him, kissing her way over his chest, up his neck, and to his lips.

Grant snaked his tongue out, dipping it in Delia’s mouth and his hands settled around her waist. Keeping his mouth attached to hers, Grant flipped her over to her back, coming to rest between her legs. His lips left hers and began to trail down her body.

Delia, her eyes closed, and arched her body into his mouth, still unable to fully realize just who it was she was with. She had known Grant for so long, it was almost bizarre. Memories kept popping up in her head and a slight giggle escaped from her lips.

“Do you remember that birthday party Lydia had where some guy brought ponies over and one took off down the street? You had to run after it and cars were going all over the place!”

“Fuck,” Grant groaned, moving off Delia to the other side of the bed.

“What?” she asked, turning to him.

“You’re beautiful Delia and God, I haven’t felt this way since. . . .” he trailed off, shaking his head. “But I remember when you were a baby, when you and Lydia took your dolls out to play by the pool.”

“But I’m not a baby anymore,” she said, slipping on top of him. “Come on, I’ve been literally dreaming of this forever.”

“Literally?” he asked.

Delia nodded. “You wouldn’t deny a girl her dreams? Would you?” She bent her head and kissed his chest.

“Couldn’t do that,” he sighed.

“Good boy,” she said. “Now please, make me forget all about Patrick. And I’ll make you forget all about Mrs. Turner.”

“Deal,” Grant said, flipping Delia over to her back.

She pulled him down for a kiss and locked her arms around his neck.
They finished undressing each other, taking their time to stop and kiss or lick or whatever action was called for. Grant sucked on her nipples until they were raw and throbbing and Delia thought she would come just from that. He inched his way down her body until his head nestled between her thighs and he greedily attacked her with his open mouth.

Delia flung one arm above her head to grasp onto the bars of the headboard, the other tangled itself in his hair, keeping his head just where she wanted it.
She moaned and groaned and cried out, thrusting her body up to meet his exquisite mouth until she could take no more and she came with a shriek.
Immediately she yanked Grant up to her, plunging her tongue past his lips in a hot blooded kiss.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done that,” he said after the kiss broke. “Wasn’t sure if I was still any good at it.”

“Oh you are Mr. Turner,” she said, her arms around his neck. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”

“You’re just saying that to make my ego swell.”

“No, I’m saying it to make something else swell,” she said, reaching down and closing her hand over his erection.

He groaned. “Well, it worked.”

“Actually,” she said, stroking him up and down, “it’s the truth. That’s one talented tongue you have there.” She reached up and licked his bottom lip.

“Delia,” he moaned, the pressure of her fingers increasing.

Delia released him and sucked onto the bottom of his chin. “I want you now,” she moaned.

That was all it took. A second didn’t even pass before Grant was inside of her and Delia was transported to the land of bliss.

A million things flew through her head as he thrust into her. You’re fucking Mr. Turner, being the prominent thought. No, he’s fucking you, her inner voice giggled, and he’s fucking incredible. Lydia’s dad is inside of you, Delia, and he’s making you scream.

“Mr. Turner!”

He was going so deep, so far, he was stretching her, pulsating inside of her, making her body weep with pleasure and all she could do was cry out. Faster and harder he went, plunging in and pulling out, plunging in and pulling out, tears leaking from Delia’s eyes as pleasure like she had never experienced before coursed through her body. Again and again he filled her until she could take no more and with another shriek, release swept through her.

A minute later, as Delia still panted beneath him, Grant collapsed on top of her, a groan escaping from his lips.

They stayed like that for several minutes until Grant slid to the other side of the bed, pulling Delia into his arms. Snuggling together, they drifted off to sleep.


Yawning, Lydia opened her eyes. The sun shone in through the sheer curtains in her room and it looked like another beautiful, albeit hot, day. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head thinking of getting up, but not wanting to leave the bed.

“What time is it?” came a sleepy voice on her right.

Lydia looked at the clock beside her bed, then turned to Will. “7:34.”

“Jesus it’s too early,” he said, pulling the covers up over his head. “It’s supposed to be our break, why are we getting up at dawn?”

“Because it’s the beach,” she said. “And you have to get back in your room before my dad wakes up.”

“Let’s risk it,” he said, nuzzling close to her.

She shrugged. “It’s your ass.”

“Your ass,” he said, climbing on top of her.

“We should get up,” she grinned.

“Oh I will be soon,” he said, bending his head and kissing her neck.

Lydia giggled. “Why was last night so amazing?” she asked.

This time it was Will who shrugged. “Different surroundings, exotic locations.”

Lydia closed her eyes and smiled lazily. “You don’t mind if I brag to Delia, do you?” she asked, opening her eyes.

Will shook his head. “Not as long as you’re really graphic and go on about how big my dick is.”

“I always do,” she said, pulling him down for a kiss.

“But I, of course, never talked about you to Patrick,” he said when they pulled apart.

“Better not have,” she said with a grin.

“Nothing about how tight you are or the abilities of your tongue.”

Lydia smacked him. “You better not. Patrick’s an ass.”

“He’s still my friend.”

“He left poor Delia in shambles.”

“I think she’s okay.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Okay, whatever,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “How about we have lots of sex now?”

Lydia smiled. “Tempting,” she said. “But I want to go down on the beach.”

“Oh really?” he asked. “Is that so? Because I want to go down on you,” he said, scooting down and kissing her stomach.

“Hold up there, Don Juan,” she said. “Let me get up and put some coffee on and then we’ll go down to the beach. Delia’ll probably be down later and I’m sure dad has somewhere to go, but by then we’ll have been out awhile and can come back in for a rest, thus having the house all to ourselves.”

Will was quiet for a minute. “Or, we could just do it now while everyone else is still asleep.”

“Come on,” she said, wriggling out from under him and getting up. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” The look she cast him was pure sex.


Delia’s eyes fluttered open and for a minute she didn’t know where she was.
Then she saw Mr. Turner beside her and it all came back. Kissing him on the steps, him pulling off her dress, his head diving between her legs, his cock slamming into her over and over again. . . . She was getting hot at the mere memory.

“Hey.”

Delia turned to see Grant awake beside her. “Hey,” she said back with a smile.

“Are you okay?\"

“I’m fantastic,” she said. “You?”

“Pretty good, myself.”

“I was thinking about last night,” she said, climbing on top of him.

“Yeah?”

Delia nodded. “It was getting me worked up.”

Grant swung his head over to the table beside the bed, checking the clock. It was a little after 7:30. “Everyone else is still probably asleep.”

“Perfect,” she said, dropping her lips to his.

A knocking soon interrupted the peaceful silence.

Delia quickly broke off the kiss, turning her head to the door.

“Delia?” came a voice.

It was Lydia.

“Are you awake?”

Delia shot a look at Grant before rolling off him. “Uh yeah,” she said, “but wait-don’t come in.”

“Are you okay? You left early last night and-” she quickly gasped. “You’ve got someone in there with you, don’t you?”

“Yeah and I don’t want to wake him up,” Delia said quickly.

“I’m so going to need details,” Lydia giggled.

“Great,” Grant whispered, making a face.

“I’ll be down in a little bit,” Delia said.

“Good, ‘cause I have to tell you about last night.”

“What about it?” Delia asked.

“I mean when Will and I got home.”

“Stop her,” Grant said, panic edging in his voice.

“Okay, well-”

“I don’t know what it was,” Lydia went on, “but I don’t think he’s ever been so deep before.”

“No, no, no!” Grant groaned, clamping his hands over his ears.

“Okay, we’ll talk later,” Delia quickly said.

“And then, when I was going down on him-”

“For the love of God, shut her up,” Grant said, looking ill.

“Lydia, later, okay? Give me twenty minutes,” Delia said.

“Oh all right,” she said with a giggle. “We’ll trade stories later.”

Delia said nothing until Lydia’s footsteps faded away, then she turned to Grant.

“Christ, I’m going to have to cut off my ears,” Grant groaned.

“Sorry,” Delia said, gingerly. “She really loves Will.”

Grant put up his hand. “No more. Not a thing.”

Delia smiled. “I can try and make you forget,” she said, giving him a sly look.

“I think maybe you’d better head downstairs before she comes back up.”

“Okay,” Delia said, getting up. “Are you coming?”

Grand nodded. “In a minute.”

“We’ll play it cool,” she said with another wry smile.

“We’ll try,” he said, sitting up and grabbing his pants from the floor. He slipped them on, then got up, spotting his shirt near the bottom of the bed. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll be down later.”

Delia smiled. “See you in a bit,” she said, then watched as Grant left the room for his own.

Once gone, she let the bed sheet fall from her body and grabbed a new bikini from her dresser, then a pair of shorts. Then after checking herself out in the mirror she headed for the kitchen.

Lydia sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, while Will poured cereal into a bowl on the counter.

“Good morning,” Lydia said with a grin.

“Morning,” Delia said, taking a seat at the table.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Will asked.

“I don’t have one,” Delia said sarcastically.

“Well, then where’s the guy you were banging all night?” he said.

“He had to go,” Delia said quickly. “You’re making breakfast?” she asked, gesturing to Will’s cereal.

“Sure, I’m a master when it comes to Cheerios,” he said taking his breakfast into the family room.

“So about this boy?” Lydia said.

“You first. What were you saying about Will?”

Lydia grinned again. “Okay so after you took off, we stayed about two hours more, just dancing and stuff. We had a couple of drinks and maybe it was because of that but Will was in the best mood.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I don’t know, he was just all sweet and lovey.”

“Horny?”

“I guess, but he was saying how much he loved me and holding my hand and hugging me. Anyway, when we got back here I figured dad was asleep so we went straight to my room and proceeded to have the best sex ever.”

“Well, what was so best about it?”

Lydia shrugged. “I don’t know, it just was. He was so affectionate and sweet and as I was trying to tell you before, he’s never been so deep before.”

“What did he drink?” she asked, her voice slightly raising.

Lydia giggled and took a sip of her coffee. “A couple different things, nothing he’s never had before.”

“Hmm.”

“And then when I was going down on him he was . . . I don’t know, gracious.”

“Gracious?”

“Because, you know, he’s normally like, eager. He likes to thrust and jerk hair, it’s actually a turn on. But last night he was softer or something.”

“Well, what does he say about it?\"

“I haven’t really talked to him about it. I will later, but right now it’s your turn to spill.”
Delia didn’t get to though, because Grant walked into the kitchen.

“Morning,” Lydia said.

“Morning,” Grant answered.

Delia gave him a polite smile but said nothing.

“Good morning,” Will said walking up behind Grant with his empty cereal bowl.

Grant gave Will a disparaging glance and brushed passed him for the foyer.

Will gave the girls a questioning glance, but put his dish in the sink without speaking.

The front door opened and closed and a second later Grant was back in the kitchen with the morning paper.

“Well, I’m going to head out,” Will said, then turned to Lydia. “You coming?”

“Yeah, in just a bit,” she said.

“Okay.” Will grabbed a towel from the back of a kitchen chair and headed out the sliding glass doors.

“What are your plans for the day, dad?” Lydia asked.

“I don’t have any,” he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “What about you guys?”

Lydia shook her head. “Nothing, I guess.”

“Well, I’m going to go read my paper,” he said, tucking it under his arm and taking his coffee mug with him into the family room.

“Okay, so back to your date last night,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

A smile spread over Delia’s face. “You don’t really want to know, do you?”

“Uh, of course,” she said grinning.

Delia grinned again. For some reason she was going to get some kind of perverse pleasure from boasting to Lydia all the amazing sexual virtues of her father. “Well, he was older.”

“Older?”

Delia nodded. “You know, like . . . older.”

“Older can be good. How much older?”

“What’s your limit?”

“Hmm,” Lydia thought. “Thirty.”

Delia laughed. “He was older than that.”

“You’ve always had a thing for old guys,” she said. “Finally acted on it, huh?”

Delia nodded. “I guess so.”

“So . . . details?”

“It was amazing,” Delia said, sitting up straight. “The most amazing sex I can remember.”

“What did he look like? His body? Moves?”

“Well, he’s tall and trim with great pecs and abs. Great kisser, nice hands, a dick that-” she stopped, realizing that she was sharing a little too much. “Anyway, two of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”

“Two?” she questioned.

“He went down on me.”

“What a dear,” she said. “What was his name?”

“Hey, you all want to go out to dinner tonight?” Grant asked, coming back into the kitchen and refilling his mug.

“We could do that,” Lydia said. “Unless you want to do something else?” she said to Delia.

“No, it sounds nice.”

“So are you going to see the guy again?” she asked with a smile.

“I hope so,” Delia said, catching Grant’s eye.

Lydia sighed and stood up, pushing her chair in. “I guess I’m off to the beach,” she said, then giggled. “I love being at the beach! Coming Delia?”

Delia nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be down later, I’ve kind of got a headache.”

Lydia grinned. “Headboards are hard,” she said, then grabbed her beach bag from the floor and headed out.

“Well, I’ve got some things to do in my office,” Grant said.

“Yeah, I’m going to rest in my room.”

Grant gave her a polite smile and then left the kitchen for the stairs.

Delia walked over to the glass doors and scanned the beach, grinning. Lydia and Will splashed around in the surf. They’d be out there for hours. She grinned and ran for the stairs.

Grant sat in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk when Delia entered. With a wry smile she shut the door behind her. “You’re not really working are you? Because I don’t have a headache.”

Grant smiled. “I could be working,” he said. “I have stuff I need to do.”

“Like me?” she said, walking over to him.

“So then this wasn’t a one time thing?”

Delia climbed up on his desk and sat in front of him. “I hope not.”

“God, me too,” he said, leaning up and kissing Delia. He pulled her down to his lap so that she straddled him and her arms went around his neck.

“This is going to be such a good week,” Delia said with a wry smile.

~~~
More may come. They have a whole week after all. . . .