Lydia's Dad--Summer Vacation

The next day was sunny and hot with a perfectly clear blue sky and a calm ocean that begged to be frolicked in. However, Lydia was the only one who felt like frolicking. It was after ten when Grant dragged himself out of bed to find Delia, Lydia, and Will all sitting at the kitchen table. Well, Will was slumped over the table.

“Good morning,” Lydia said cheerfully to her dad.

Grant grunted in response.

“Want some coffee?” Lydia asked.

He shook his head and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice teasing.

Now it was Grant’s turn to slump over on the table.

“I can’t believe you two drunkards!” Lydia said.

Grant shot an incredulous look at his daughter. “At least I was in the safety of my own home.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. “I’m young, I’m supposed to make stupid mistakes. What’s your excuse?”

“I’m old and have to put up with my daughter’s stupid mistakes,” he almost growled back.

“Oh lighten up,” Lydia said and shoved him. “Who’s going out on the beach with me?”

No one spoke up.

“Delia?”

“I don’t really feel like sun and sand today,” Delia said.

“But we don’t even have that many days left,” Lydia said with a pout.

“I know,” Delia said, “but I think I’m getting sick or something, I feel kinda icky.”

Lydia frowned. “Will?”

Will didn’t answer.

“Will!” she said louder.

Will grunted and slowly lifted his head from the table. “I don’t really feel good,” he groaned.

“What is this?” Lydia asked, putting her hands on her hips. “Last night was hardly anything! I mean, I’ve seen you finish off a twelve pack and an entire bottle of Captain Morgan and be in the dining hall for breakfast the next morning!”

“Great,” Grant mumbled.

“I’m not as young as I used to be,” Will said in his defense.

Lydia’s look was venomous.

Will sighed. “But I think I can probably make it out onto the beach with you today.”

“Good,” Lydia said with a smile. “Let’s go.” She grabbed her beach bag that was by the sliding glass doors and headed out.

With another groan Will followed her.

“Are you okay?” Delia asked once they were alone.

“I’m not sure,” Grant shrugged. “I guess I just hit it a little too hard last night.”

“Well, maybe you should just take it easy today,” she said and got up and left.

Grant gave her a good ten seconds before going after her.

“Delia?” he said seeing her on the couch in the family room.

“Hmm?” she asked looking up at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing, watching TV,” she said holding up the remote.

“Oh,” he said somewhat surprised. “Can I sit too?”

“Sure,” she said with a smile.

Grant lay his head back against the couch and shut his eyes. “I don’t really drink that much anymore; I guess I have to be careful when I do.”

“I didn’t realize how good at pool you were,” Delia said.

“I played a lot in college. I got drunk a lot in college too now that I think about it.”

Delia smiled. “My experience probably wasn’t all that different.”

Grant let his head slump over to Delia’s shoulder and he sighed. “I think I just need to lay here for a minute,” he said.

“Have at it,” Delia said, focusing her eyes on the TV.

There wasn’t much on.

She wasn’t paying attention anyway.

Lydia was right; their month at the beach was almost over. Her month with Grant was almost over. . . .

Her heart did this funny, jolting thing when she thought about leaving. When she thought about telling Grant that they couldn’t be together anymore. She knew since the beginning of her vacation that the day was coming, but somehow she never thought it’d actually come.

“You know,” Grant said breaking the silence, “we’re missing a golden opportunity here.”

“Yeah?” Delia asked.

“With Lydia and Will gone, we should be using our time wisely.”

“I like just sitting here. Talking.” Even though they hadn’t really been talking.

“Talking?” he asked turning his head so that his lips were on Delia’s neck. “Isn’t there something else you’d prefer my mouth to be doing?”

Delia closed her eyes as Grant’s lips kissed up her neck. His mouth felt so good on her. . . .

It wasn’t long before Grant’s tongue was thrusting past Delia’s lips in a frenzied kiss and their arms were around each other.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered in her ear.

Delia could only nod her head.


“How much do I not want to go home?” Lydia asked as she let her foot skim the top of the wave breaking on the shore.

Will nodded. “Back to work.”

“And until Delia and I find an apartment I’m going to be stuck at home with mom and her stories of the amazing, wonder Jim.”

“But how fun is it going to be when you do get an apartment?” Will said walking further into the ocean. “You know,” he turned back to her, “we could just get one together.”

“Oh?” she said with a smile. “And are you quite ready for that big step?”

Will shrugged. “Sex all the time, whenever I want? How could I not be ready for that?”

“Why do you think our lives are going to be one giant porno?”

“Because I’m optimistic?” he said with a smile.

“Well, I’m an old fashioned girl; if you want the milk you have to buy the cow.”

“Are you kidding me?” Will said. “First of all, if I had said something like that about you, you would have punched me. Second, the cow has been giving away free milk for way too damn long to start charging for it now.”

“You’re such an ass,” she said with a grin, splashing water on him.

“But such a cute one!” he said grabbing Lydia and pulling her down in the water with him.

“Ohh it’s cold!” Lydia shrieked as they tumbled in the surf.

Will rolled over top of Lydia as they waves broke around them. “So I guess I’m gonna have to eventually buy the cow, huh?”

Lydia leaned up and kissed Will for a good ten seconds.

“Now no more referring to me as a cow!”


Delia stared up at the ceiling of Grant’s bedroom. It was just a plain white ceiling, not much to look at but Delia didn’t care. She was wrapped in Grant’s arms, all cozy and tucked in the bed and it was perfect.

She imagined how it would be if it were she who were married to Grant. Hectic weekdays would be spent in the city while the beach house was saved for the weekends. And what lazy weekends they’d be. After spending hours just lounging in bed and talking they’d eventually make it into the kitchen by lunch time where Grant would prepare a fantastic meal. Because cooking was definitely not Delia’s strong point. They’d go out on the beach and enjoy the sun and each other’s company--

“Are you asleep?”

Grant brought Delia back to reality. “No,” she said turning to him. “I like just lying here. All quiet and cozy like.”

“Yeah? I like it too.”

“But I should really probably go and see what the others are up to.”

“Nah,” Grant said with a shake of his head. He pulled Delia’s back close to him and closed his arms around her waist. “I don’t want you to go. You should stay here. Forever.”

Delia turned around to face Grant. “Do you really mean that?”

“If I could keep you in my bed, don’t you think I would?”

“Oh,” she said. “Just keep me in your bed.” She quickly turned away from Grant and got up. “I should go find the others,” she said. She hastily threw her clothes on and left for her own room.

Where she fell up against the door in tears.

You’re such a child! she scolded herself. You’re such a baby!

She bit her bottom lip as more tears leaked down her face.

Don’t. Don’t spend all day crying in your room over such a stupid thing!

She went into her bathroom, splashed some cold water on her face, and took several deep breaths.

Okay, she was okay.

She went back into her room and put a swim suit on, grabbed a towel and headed outside.

But once on the deck the tears immediately came back as she saw Lydia and Will being playful on the beach.

Delia sat on one of the lounge chairs by the pool and let herself cry.

It wasn’t until ten minutes later that someone found her there.

“Delia?”

Delia quickly looked up to see Will standing in front of her chair. She wiped at her eyes and cleared her throat. “Hey.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh uh, nothing. Just--you know. Nothing.” She wracked her brain for an excuse but couldn‘t come up with one.

“Delia--did Grant do something?”

Delia sighed and let another tear roll down her cheek. “No, he didn’t do anything. Other than be perfect.”

Will grabbed a nearby chair and scooted it close to Delia’s. “Tell me.”

Delia wiped at her eyes again. “I love him, Will. I’m head over heels in love with him. There’s no fooling myself this time. There’s no maybes or ifs or possibly. He’s not trying to hurt me, he just--doesn’t feel the same way I do.”

“Have you talked to him?”
Delia shook her head. “What would be the point? Believe me, he’s only interested in the physical side of me. He’s made it clear. I’m just a stupid slut anyway,” she said with an empty laugh. “Why am I surprised?”

“Delia you are not.”

“Oh sure I am,” she said, wiping at a freshly fallen tear. “He snaps his fingers and I jump. Him. He just has to look at me and--and I melt into a puddle. I don’t actually have the ability to say no to him. That all equals to giant whore.”

“No,” Will said firmly. “You’re in love with him.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said shaking her head. “It just doesn’t matter.” She got up. “I’m going to bed. I need to lay down and . . . possibly throw up.”

“Delia wait--” Will said following her.

“Thanks for listening,” she said and gave him a weak smile before turning and going back inside.

Will sighed angrily. He was supposed to be getting a snack for Lydia but there was something else that needed dealing with.

He went inside and met Grant coming down the stairs.

“Hey, I need to talk to you for a minute,” Will said.

“Is everything okay?” Grant asked.

“Yeah can we just--?” Will motioned to the living room.

Grant followed Will into the living room and took a seat on the couch. “What’s up?”

Will sat on the chair beside the couch. “It’s about you and Delia.”

“Will--” Grant said immediately standing up.

“Just hear me out--it’s important.”

“This is not exactly an appropriate thing to discuss,” Grant said somewhat annoyed.

“I just want you to talk to Delia.”

“Why? What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s--it’s just--” Will sighed in defeat. He was angry and nervous and really wishing he was back on the beach with Lydia. “She’s in her room, just go and see her. Will you?”

“Yeah, okay,” Grant said still somewhat puzzled.

“Okay then. Good. I’m supposed to be finding Lydia something to eat,” he said and quickly dashed out of the living room.

Still a bit puzzled, Grant made his way upstairs and to Delia’s room where he knocked softly on the door.

“Who is it?” came a shaky voice.

“Me,” Grant said.

“Um, now’s not really a good time Grant.”

“Delia, what’s wrong?” There was definitely a quiver in her voice.

“Nothing, can you just--just, I’ll talk to you later.”

“I’m coming in,” Grant said and tried the knob; it was unlocked.

Delia quickly sat up on her bed and turned her face away from Grant. “I told you I’d talk to you later,” she said angrily.

“Listen, Will said--”

“Oh God, you talked to Will?”

“He talked to me, said I should talk to you. Now tell me what’s wrong.” He sat down on Delia’s bed.

Delia turned to Grant; there was no mistaking that she had been crying. “It’s not that anything’s wrong,” she said. “It’s just that things aren’t really right.”

Suddenly it hit Grant. “Is this about us?”

Delia nodded.

“God,” Grant said looking down, “I didn’t want to have this conversation but I knew we’d eventually have to.” He looked back up at her. “You know I care about you--”

“Don’t say that!” she said, her voice rising. “Please don’t sit here and tell me how much you care about me, how sweet and fun I am, how pretty, don’t tell me all that when I’m about to tell you how much I’m in love with you!”

Grant shook his head. “Delia you just think you are.”

“No Grant, it’s passed that. It’s passed the crush phase. You’re not Lydia’s dad anymore, you haven’t been for a long time now.”

“Yes I am her dad Delia! And you know we can’t be together, you know this.”

“But that doesn’t make my feelings go away!”

“But it doesn’t matter because it can’t happen!”

“Just say it okay? Stop hiding behind Lydia, just say it! Just say you don’t love me!”

“Delia, it doesn’t matter what we think or feel, it can’t happen! We can’t happen.”

“Why won’t you say it? Just tell me you don’t love me!”

“Damn it Delia, do you know what you did to me? When I’m with you it’s like--it’s like I forget who I am. You make me feel like I’m twenty years younger. We started this thing and you were so wonderful and just, perfect. Do you know how scared I was? How scared I am?”

Delia said nothing. She looked Grant squarely in the eyes. “Do you love me?” she asked, her voice filled with a shocked puzzlement.

“If I let myself,” Grant said with a sigh. “If I let myself.”

A tear rolled down Delia’s cheek.

“God, Delia,” he said and pulled her to him in a hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in her ear.

After a minute Delia pulled away from Grant. “We don’t have to change anything, we can just--just, you know, carry on how we’ve been.”

“I can’t jeopardize my relationship with Lydia.”

“I’d never let that happen,” Delia said wiping at another tear. “She’ll never have to know. I’m not making you choose Grant.”

“But what kind of relationship could we have? Total secrecy? Never going out anywhere together, lying to our friends and family?”

Delia started to get upset again. “We’d make it work, can’t we try? Can’t we try Grant?”

He was silent for a minute as his mind processed everything they had just said. Slowly his head nodded.

Delia immediately threw her arms around Grant in a crushing hug and she let more tears fall down her face.

“What does this mean?” she asked after finally pulling away.

Grant shrugged. “I guess we’re going steady.”

Delia’s mouth split into a grin. She pulled Grant to her in a kiss, a kiss that, when she thought back about it, was possibly the best kiss she’d ever had.


The last week at the beach house seemed to fly by, much to Delia’s dismay. Delia, Lydia, and Will spent most of the sunlight hours out on the beach soaking up some final rays. Grant’s days were spent at the office, but they all had dinner together every night. He and Delia had fallen into a politely shy pattern of stolen glances and brief brush ups against each other, but other than that, hadn’t really had time for much physical contact.

But that was about to change. . . .

It was the last night of their vacation and everyone was already in bed. They’d have to get up early and Lydia insisted on a good night’s sleep. Wanting to make sure everyone, well, most everyone, was asleep, Grant didn’t knock on Delia’s door until after midnight.

Delia answered the door wearing only a night shirt.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi,” he said back.

“Leaving tomorrow,” she said with a frown.

Grant nodded. “I know. Thought I’d give you a proper goodbye,” he said, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Delia briefly closed her eyes, leaning into Grant’s hand as he caressed her face. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her.

“Delia,” he whispered, kissing her on the forehead.

“I love you,” Delia said, then reached up and quickly kissed him softly on the lips. Staring in his chocolate eyes, she slid the top button of his shirt through its hole, then proceeded to do the same with the rest of his buttons. Her hands brushed the shirt from his shoulders, but after the fabric had fallen away, they remained on his skin. Touching, caressing, Delia just needed contact with him.

Grant drew her to him, enfolding her in his arms and capturing her mouth with his. He didn’t just want her because he was some horny male; no, he wanted to make her feel loved. To show her that she was loved. Tonight was about her and teaching her what it was like to be worshipped.
He picked her up in his arms, not breaking the kiss, and carried her over to her bed. Her arms slipped from his neck as he lay her down and slid on top of her, and instinctively went to the fly of his pants.

Grant brushed her hands away and shook his head. “Not now.”

Delia furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Lay back,” he said, as she started to sit up.

“But—”

“Delia,” he said, pointedly, his eyes sharp.

Resigning, she fell back to the bed

Grant slipped between Delia’s legs, and picked up her ankle. He bent his lips to her leg and began kissing her.

“Grant?” Delia asked, a puzzled smile on her face. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing your leg.”

“Why?’

“Because I want to,” he said, his tongue coming out and stabbing behind Delia’s knee. He pushed her night shirt up out of the way, his lips following the hem. While his mouth wandered up her right leg, his hand glided over the left, massaging and caressing her thigh. Grant scooted up closer in the vee of Delia’s legs. He dropped her leg and slid her shirt the rest of its way up, raising it over her arms and tossing it to the bed. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes drinking in her naked form. His fingers trailed over her stomach and ribs, between her breasts, stopping to delicately torment her nipples. Twisting, tweaking, pinching, and squeezing. Delia moaned aloud.

She squirmed, pressing herself into Grant’s hands. His touch was like fire, shooting sparks through her very veins. More, she needed more. His hands touched every part of her body and it still wasn’t enough. “Grant, please,” she moaned, his lips trailing along her jawbone.

“Anything,” he said. His tongue snaked down her body, sliding over her skin, stopping only to stab at a rosy nipple. Sucking it in his mouth, he used his tongue from underneath, his teeth gently tugging. His hand molded to her other breast.

He trailed his lips down her body, over her stomach, and down, down, down, to the aching core between her legs. Parting her legs farther, he bent his head down and slid his tongue inside her.

She twisted below him, arching her back and pressing down into the mattress. His mouth was nothing short of amazing, wriggling and thrusting, stabbing into her. Stroking, stroking up and down, in and out, deep, deep, deeper. Fire everywhere, every inch of her skin burned with passion and heat. Over and over his name escaped her lips in a moan. Her hands dug at his head, entwining in his hair, pushing him to her. His speed increased, bringing her to the edge over and over again, and each time jerking her back before she could blissfully fall.

Finally he relented and Delia cried out in pure ecstasy as her insides came to a rumbling, shattering, numbing crash. Her eyes shut tight; she released Grant’s head and let her hands fling to the pillows. She bit down on her lip, turning her head from side to side as her body throbbed.
“Grant,” she sighed, his lips gracing her ear.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think I can move,” she smiled.

“I guess I’ll have to do all the work then.”

His mouth nuzzled her neck, his teeth barely grazing her skin.

“You taste incredible,” he said, licking teasingly at her lips.

“Your mouth is incredible,” she said. No truer words were ever spoken. Grant was talented, plain and simple. Some people could sing, some could paint; Grant could drive a completely sane person into the bowels of madness with just his tongue. And what a delicious decent it was.

“I aim to please.”

“I know,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, her mouth like a magnet to his. His kisses were heaven. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she could feel the hardness between his legs.

Her hands moved from Grant’s neck, sliding down his chest and stomach until they again reached the fly of his pants. She rubbed him through the light fabric, savoring in the small sound that he gasped into her mouth. Abruptly pulling her mouth from his, “Can I take these off now?” she asked, tugging at his waistline.

“Whatever you want,” he sighed, silently hoping that was indeed what she wanted.

But a wicked little smile spread over her face. “Whatever I want?” she asked.

Grant nodded.

The pressure of her fingers increased on Grant and he groaned out. “I want you,” she said, breathlessly and quickly began doing away with the button and zipper to Grant’s pants.

Grant raised himself up, letting Delia tug his pants off. He settled comfortably between her parted legs, bracing his elbows on the bed. He looked up into her emerald eyes.

“Grant,” she moaned, sliding her hand over his cheek and ear, letting it tangle in his hair. “Now.”

Grant slowly slid himself into her, her velvety wetness welcoming him. Slow, so slow, inch-by-inch, Grant fought the nagging urge to slam in at top speed. Her insides were like fire, melting Grant into a puddle of nothing. Slow, he reminded himself, soft and slow. Let her feel.
Underneath him, Delia writhed, excruciating pleasure coursing through her body. His deep, slow penetration was maddening. She pushed her head into the pillows, letting her mind clear of everything except the sheer ecstasy Grant was giving her.

When their stomachs touched, Grant stopped moving, letting Delia just luxuriate in the hardness that was filling her. He bit down on his lip, again fighting the yearning to just take her fast and hard. She mumbled something incoherently, her eyes shut tight and her body pressing deeper into the mattress. Grant brought his mouth down to hers, and Delia eagerly returned the kiss, fervently welcoming his tongue with her own.
Her hands clutched his back, pushing him onto her. “Mm hm,” she mumbled, thrusting up, their tongues still wrestling.

With a gasp, Grant thrust into her, wanting to weep from the pleasure. He went slowly, his pace keeping her begging for more. Slowly . . . slowly he plunged, softly teasing her by giving her exactly what she wanted. Her nails were firmly stuck in his back, only heightening his tremendous pleasure.

Delia sighed, throwing her head back against the pillows, digging her nails into Grant’s back. Her legs were locked around him, squeezing, pushing, keeping him to her, making the chance of escape non-existent.
Not that he’d ever want to. Grant allowed himself to go a little faster and smiled at the sharp cry that slipped from Delia’s little red mouth. Easy, he told himself. Easy. The desire to drag her from the bed and slam her against the wall was growing by the second. Damn but he wanted to fuck her, just slam into her over and over and over again until they were both so exhausted they couldn’t so much as open their eyes. But now he had to go slow . . . slow. Love her, don’t fuck her.

“Grant,” Delia moaned out, meeting his every stroke. Her tongue poked out of her mouth and stabbed at his lips.

She began to clench around him and Grant knew she was close. He immediately slowed his already slow pace. He wanted to come with her. But he wasn’t going to make her wait.

Grant groaned, his thrusting becoming much more hurried and frenzied. He bent his head back down and kissed her. Her tongue in his mouth, his in hers, their bodies joined; Grant was going out of his mind. Deeper . . . deeper . . . faster . . . hard . . . hard . . . harder . . . NOW! Grant exploded inside her.

Delia’s mouth flew from Grant’s, her head falling back to the bed, eyes shut tightly. Her body shuddered as sweet release swept through every inch of her. From her fingertips to her toes, she was tingling everywhere. She gasped, sucking in air, her body still heaving under Grant’s.

He collapsed on top of her, burying his head in her shoulder and soft dark hair.

Delia’s arms wrapped around his waist and her eyes stayed shut. Panting and sighing filled the room as their spent bodies lay motionless.

“Delia,” Grant breathed.

“Grant,” Delia sighed. “I love you.”

Grant looked up at Delia’s face. “I love you,” he said and kissed her forehead.

And they spent their last night together wrapped in each other’s arms.

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And that's the end! I just want you guys to know how awesome you are and how much I truly appreciate all the reviews. They really make my day! Now as to the subject of sequels, there's ALWAYS room for them. As a matter of fact, I've already started one! I have some other fiction on the web at http://muses.freespaces.com under "Fiction" by Brittany. It's not adult, but I'd love for anyone to check it out.