Lydia's Dad--Summer Vacation

“Hmm,” Delia said as she lay snuggled up next to Grant, “I think if I could go anywhere in the world I’d want to go to somewhere really exotic like India or Morocco. Or at least some place with a really great beach.”

It was very early in the morning, not even eight AM yet, and both she and Grant were awake for some reason. They had fallen asleep tangled in each others arms and Delia couldn’t remember having slept better ever in her life.

“A beach huh?” Grant asked.

“Oh no, I know where I’d want to go, Greece. Definitely Greece, a Greek beach. How cool would that be?”

“Like maybe Crete or Corfu?”

“If they’re in Greece,” she said. “Can you imagine? Lying on a beach all day, wandering through groves of olive trees, exploring ancient ruins.”

“That does sound nice.”

“So where would you go if you could go anywhere? Which you pretty much can, by the way.”

“Greece sounds pretty good to me,” Grant said stretching his arms above his head. “I don’t know, I guess I’ve been everywhere I want to go.” He was quiet for a minute. “Deborah always wanted to go to Paris . . . but we never did.”

Delia scooted over on top of Grant and sat up. “What’s the plan for today?”

“I don’t know, something relaxing.”

“Like lounging on the beach?”

“That’d work. But aren’t you getting tired of that?”

“Hardly,” Delia said with a laugh. “I would live on the beach if I could.”

“It’s really not all that exciting and it really sucks in hurricane season.”

Delia sat up. “I should probably get to my room.”

“Already?” Grant said, pulling her back down and on top of him.

“Before anyone else wakes up,” she said then kissed his nose and left the bed.

Delia quietly crept to her room and slipped inside. If she was going to be hanging out with Grant on the beach, she definitely needed her most sexy swim suit. Something that would tease and torment him. . . .
She rummaged around her room for a bit, going through all her suits until she came to a black one that resembled dental floss.

That’d work, she thought with a grin.


By eleven ‘o clock everyone was out on the beach and the sun wasn’t in a very forgiving mood. Delia felt like she was literately baking lying there on her towel. Lydia and Will were both splashing around in the ocean and Grant sat in a lounge chair beside Delia.

“It’s so hot,” Delia said in an exaggerated voice. “Too hot for this bathing suit.” She cast Grant a sly smile.

“Maybe you should go down for a swim,” he said, gesturing to the ocean.

“Maybe you should go down,” Delia said arching her eyebrows. “For a swim. Me? I think I’d rather stay right here and play.”

“Play?” he asked.

“Yeah, play Let’s See if We Can Make Mr. Turner Squirm.”

“And how does that work?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory,” she said, checking to make sure Lydia and Will weren’t looking back toward the beach. She reached over to the cooler and grabbed an ice cube, then turned to Grant. “But would you like a demonstration?”

“Probably not a great idea,” he said, his eyes looking toward the ocean.

“That’s what makes it fun,” Delia said and took the piece of ice and slid it down Grant’s chest to his bellybutton.

Grant gasped out at the cold ice.

“Pretend it’s my tongue,” she said, then slipped the ice down his shorts.

Grant jumped up and the ice fell out of his trunks.

“Delia!”

Delia just sat back and giggled. “I think it worked. You definitely squirmed.”

“I’m going to get you back,” he said sitting down.

“Sure you will,” Delia teased with a grin.

“You know what?” he said standing back up. “I think I want to go fishing.”

“Sounds like loads of fun,” Delia said sarcastically.

“I could charter a boat and we could all go.” Grant walked down to the edge of the ocean and yelled out. “Hey Will, want to go fishing?”


Several hours later they were out in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. Delia didn’t know anything about boats but she did know that the one they were on was quite nice. It had a little downstairs sitting area with a couch and table and was very quaint.

Grant and Will sat at what Delia learned was the starboard side and fished while she and Lydia lay out on the opposite side.

“This is nice,” Lydia said. “Dad should buy one of these.”

Delia nodded in agreement.

“Can you believe the month’s almost up? Where’d it go?”

“It did go fast,” Delia said. “I’m not looking forward to leaving.”

“Me either,” Lydia said. “Or to getting a job.”

Then both girls were quiet as they pondered life away from the beach house. Life back in the real world.

Life away from Grant.

Delia could feel her throat starting to close up at the slightest notion of leaving Grant. God she was stupid. She was a stupid, stupid immature girl who, despite being twenty-one years old, could not handle an adult relationship. Of the purely physical variety.

“Okay, I’m bored,” Lydia said. “Want to go see if they’ve caught anything?”

Over on the other side of the boat the men were just as bored. The ocean was calm and it was a beautiful sunny day, but they weren’t catching a thing.

“I think it’s too hot,” Will said. “Even for the fish.” He had taken his shirt off and Delia noticed a glazed kind of look come over Lydia’s face.

“I don’t feel so good,” Lydia said. “I think I’m going to go lie down.” She gave Will a pointed look then went down to the cabin.

After a minute Will got up. “I guess I’ll check on Lydia.”

And then he was gone.

“Do they think I was born yesterday?” Grant said putting his fishing pole down.

“They’re hoping so,” Delia said with a giggle.

Grant got up and stood at the edge of the boat and looked down into the water. “Where are all the damn fish?” he asked.

“Not biting?” Delia asked.

Grant shook his head. “Not biting.”

Delia leaned up to Grant’s ear. “Do you like biting?” she asked and nipped his earlobe.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” he warned.

“Oh I have every intention of finishing,” she said and met his lips in a kiss that was soon interrupted by a clash of thunder.

They pulled apart to see that the sky was turning increasingly dark.

“Looks like we’re in for a storm,” Grant said.

Delia gasped. “My fantasy is coming true! We’re going to be swept overboard and wash up on some tropical island!”

“I think we better start heading back,” Grant said. “We’re not too far out but the storm looks like it’s moving pretty fast. I’d better turn us around.”

Thankfully the rain didn’t start until they were in the car on their way back from the marina.

But rain, it did. Grant could hardly see a foot in front of the windshield the rain was coming down so thick.

When they finally made it to they house they had to run for it and even then it was as if buckets of water had been dumped on them.

“Ugh, I hate being wet!” Lydia complained, wringing her shirt out in the middle of the foyer.

After everyone had changed into dry clothes they threw together dinner and hung around the house for the rest of the evening until later that night when they all met downstairs for a game of pool.

“In college we used to play where if you made a shot you had to take a shot,” Grant said racking up the balls.

“So let‘s play,” Will spoke up.

“I don‘t know if that’s such a good idea,” Grant said.

“It’s Saturday,” Will said with a shrug. “Hang on.” He put down his pool cue and went upstairs, then came back a minute later with a stack of shot glasses and two bottles of something.

“You know,” Grant said, “I just want to make it clear that I don’t really condone my daughter and her friends drinking or getting drunk.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lydia said. “Let’s play.” She handed Delia a pool stick then took her place beside Will. “Dad you can go first since you’re the oldest.”

“Great,” Grant said sarcastically. He lined his pool stick up with the ball, slung his arm back, and hit the ball, cracking it into the others. A red ball went in the right corner pocket.

“Vodka or tequila?” Will asked holding up the bottles.

Over the next hour they played several rounds of the game and it was clear that Grant and Will were superior pool players while Delia and Lydia sucked. After Grant’s tenth shot, Delia lost count.

The game officially ended when Will passed out on a chair.

“How bizarre is this?” Lydia asked. “Will and my dad getting drunk together?”

“I’m not drunk, I’m fine,” Grant said stumbling over Will’s dropped pool cue.

“Yeah,” Lydia said. “Right.”

“I’m just gonna sit right here,” he said sitting on the pool table.

“Well, while Will’s sleeping it off I think I’m going to take a bubble bath,” she said to Delia. “I have a new Nora Roberts book that I haven’t even started yet.” She turned to her dad who was now lying on the pool table. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Mm fine,” he said not getting up.

“I’ll probably just watch TV or something,” Delia said.

Once Lydia was gone Grant sat up. “Didn’t think she’d ever leave,” he said with a sigh. “Come here.”

“What?” Delia asked with a grin as Grant pulled her to him.

“I think we need to spend some quality time together,” he said kissing her neck.

“I think you’re drunk,” Delia said back.

He shook his head and before Delia knew it, he had slung her around and down on the pool table.

“Grant!” she said attempting to get up.

“I wanna do it right here. On my pool table.” And having said that he began unbuttoning Delia’s jean shorts.

“Wait,” Delia said, trying to sit up again. “We can’t, not here. Will’s right there!”

“We can be exhibitionists,” he said unzipping her shorts.

“I don’t think so,” she said sitting all the way up this time. She swatted his hands away.

“Delia,” he whined bending down to her ear, “I need you.”

“You need to get a grip,” she said with a giggle. Never in her life did she imagine she’d have to fight off Grant Turner’s advances for sex.

Without another word Grant quickly swept Delia up in his arms and carried her, stumbling most of the way, up the steps, then up another flight of steps until they were both on her bed.

“Is this private enough for you?” he asked climbing on top of her.

“This’ll do,” Delia said pulling Grant down on top of her.

They kissed for several minutes, their hands reaching everywhere they could. Delia’s shorts and shirt were gone in seconds and Grant’s joined them on the floor soon after.

“How’d you get to be so perfect?” Grant asked as he kissed his way down Delia’s body. “You’re so soft and sweet and God, you taste so good.” His tongue came out to torment an already hard nipple and Delia couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips. “What am I gonna do when you go back home?” he asked, kissing down to her bellybutton.

Hmm, that was the same question Delia had been wondering herself. What was she going to do when she and Grant were officially over? Could two people be ‘officially over’ if they were never ‘officially together?’ How would Grant react? Would he agree with the decision or--

“Uhhh!” Delia gasped out as Grant’s tongue slid its way between her legs. She moaned and bit down on her bottom lip as he devoured her. No one’s tongue could compare to the talent of Mr. Turner. It was like a battering ram and Delia’s castle walls were no match for the force. He stabbed at her, up and down, his head bobbing and Delia felt tears well up behind her eyes.

His pace was unrelenting and she couldn’t take much more of the delicious assault. She dug her head into the bed and thrust herself up toward Grant, coming in a mad dash and a with a yelp on her lips.

Someone knocked on Delia’s door.

Slowly Grant looked up at her.
“Delia?” came Lydia’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Oh shit!” Grant shouted in a whisper.

Immediately they both scrambled up.

Delia found her tee-shirt and shorts and threw them on while Grant looked around and finally found his clothes. Delia quickly ushered him in the closet then went over and let Lydia in.

“Sorry,” she said, “I must have locked the door for some reason. I thought you were losing yourself in a bubble bath?”

“I was when I realized how sleepy I am,” Lydia said sitting down on Delia’s bed. “I think I’m just going to leave Will downstairs. He’ll probably wake up, forget dad’s back and try to climb in bed with me. Which won’t really be a problem,” she said with a grin. “Although I wouldn’t mind a full night’s sleep. Since dad’s been gone Will hasn’t wasted a minute.”

Delia imagined Grant in the closet wincing.

“Is it totally wacky or what that my dad and Will got drunk together?” Lydia asked.

“I think maybe your dad just needs some release once in a while,” Delia said honestly.

“I still really hate the idea of my parents being split up,” Lydia said. “I mean, it sucks, but I want my dad to be happy and I know he isn’t. He shouldn’t have to spend the rest of his life alone.”

Delia nodded. “Your dad’s way too much of a good guy for that.”

“You know, mom totally blindsided him,” she said shaking her head. “I just can’t even imagine something like that happening between me and Will--I can’t even think about it.”

“You don’t have to,” Delia said reassuringly. “You and Will have the best relationship ever.”

Lydia smiled brightly. “Sometimes I think we do. And the physical stuff is definitely great. I guess I lucked out with him.”

Delia nodded.

“Well, time for bed. Maybe I’ll wake Will up after all. That chair isn’t very comfortable.”

“Goodnight,” Delia said walking Lydia to the door.

“Night Delia.”

As soon as the door was shut Delia locked it and ran to the closet.

Grant had dressed.

“Hi,” she said with a smile.

“Evening,” he said back.

“Do you ever think we take too many risks?”

Grant stepped out of the closet with a nod. “We’re just slaves to passion.”

“Are you okay?” Delia asked with some concern. He looked a lot paler than she remembered.

“I think I’m about two seconds away from being violently ill.”

“So that would definitely fall under the no category, huh?”

Grant managed a weak smile. “I need to lie down.”

“That’s probably the best idea,” Delia said, walking Grant over to the door. “Sleep it off.” She reached up and kissed his forehead.

Night,” Grant said and after checking that the coast was clear, slipped out of Delia’s room.

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