Lydia's Dad

A/N: Well, I hadn't completely decided to add any more to this, but then I saw the reviews; you guys are so awesome! I guess I'm going to have to finish the week out now, huh? This part was a bit longer than I had intended but oh well. I'm not sure when the next part will be; I think I need to give them a little rest or Grant's bound to have a heart attack...


Outside the sun beat down on Lydia and Will as they made their way up from the ocean to their chairs and collapsed in exhaustion. An hour battling the waves of the Atlantic made the ten feet trek in the sand all the more tiring. Now all Lydia wanted to do was stretch out in her chair and let the sun dry and warm her wet body.

Lying back, she closed her eyes and sighed.

“So when does your plan go into action?”

Lydia opened her eyes. “What?” She sat up and took her sunglasses off.

Will sat on his chair, leaning over beside her. “You know, when we get to go up to an empty house and be alone?”

“It hasn’t really been long enough,” she said, laying back.

“Well,” he said getting up, “maybe we should just stay here.” He dropped his hand to Lydia’s knee and began tracing a circle with his middle finger. “Since the house is still occupied.”

“Will,” she said smiling, “it’s too risky.”

“Why?” he asked, pushing her legs apart and slipping on the chair between them. “Are there any houses around us?”

Lydia shook her head. The beach house was entirely isolated.

“No one’s around,” he said dropping his mouth to her chest and licking up droplets of salt water.

“And if someone shows up? Do you want to risk that?”

“That’s what spring break’s all about Lydia,” he said, kissing his way up her neck. “Being crazy, reckless; giving in to our adolescent hormonal urges.”

“You were twenty-one four months ago; we’re not adolescents anymore, we should know better.”

“No, we just know what we want better,” he said, kissing her lips.

Lydia kissed him back but only briefly. “Uh huh and we want to take risks?” she said, putting her arms around his neck.

“Oh yeah,” Will nodded. “So stop being a stick in the mud.” He kissed her again.

This time Lydia accepted his tongue without hesitation, but pulled away again after a minute. “You know me,” she said, “I’m always up for a good time. But not when it involves the possibility of my dad walking in on us. Or out, as the case may be.”

“Lydia,” he whined, “what am I supposed to do?” His mouth began trailing along her jaw line while his fingers danced over her stomach.

“We just have to wait, like I said. I’m sure Delia will come down in a little while.”

“Delia’s not the problem, it’s dad, remember? And when did we start making appointments to fuck? I thought this week was ‘gonna be nothing but drunken sex twenty-four-seven,” he said, sitting up and frowning.

“You knew my dad was going to be around some.”

Will continued to frown.

“What’s tomorrow?” she asked with a sigh.

“Monday,” he said just at frustrated.

“That means he’ll be at work all day long. For hours and hours and hours.”

Slowly Will began to smile. “And hours?”

Lydia nodded.

“I don’t know if I can wait, though,” he said, letting his eyes wander over her bikini-clad body. “I mean, you’re practically naked already.”

“Will,” she cautioned.

“Nothing wrong with kissing.”

“That depends on where you’re kissing.”

Will smirked then dropped his mouth to the side of her breast that her flimsy bathing suit top didn’t cover.

“Didn’t we decide to wait?” she asked as Will’s tongue slid inside her top to tease an already harden nipple.

“I can’t,” he said sliding his hand up to cup her other breast.

“But Will-”

“Raise up,” he said, his mouth now trailing up the path between her breasts.

“But-”

Before Lydia could finish, Will’s tongue was back in her mouth, impatiently seeking hers out. He felt so good on her; his mouth, his hands, which were now inching up her sides.

She abruptly ended the kiss. “Fuck it,” she sighed, raising up.

Will immediately unhooked her top and carelessly tossed it to the sand. His mouth went back to Lydia’s while his hands latched on to her breasts.

Lydia dropped her hands to Will’s back, pulling him completely on top of her. “Just so you know,” she said, “my dad will kick your ass if he finds us. And you know he can, too.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he said, his mouth now traveling back down between Lydia’s breast. “It’s worth it,” he added before sucking a nipple in his mouth.

“Mm hmm,” she said, shutting her eyes and letting Will’s mouth work its magic. She hadn’t talked to him about last night, but it wasn’t a priority right now. It could wait; she couldn’t.

Will released her nipple from his mouth and kissed his way over to the other; giving it a few leisurely licks before taking it past his lips and sucking greedily.

Below him Lydia squirmed, letting her hand fall to thread though his sandy-blonde hair. She arched up into his mouth and moaned out as she felt his fingers come up and pluck at her other nipple.

“Ohh,” she moaned.

He took his time with her breasts, sucking and twisting until finally letting his mouth travel lower, down her abdomen. He decorated her stomach with kisses and slowly swirled his tongue around her bellybutton before dipping it in.

“You’re all salty,” he said, his mouth now inching its way below her navel.

“The water,” she said, her breath sticking in her throat as she felt Will’s hands on her hips, tugging the bottom of her suit down.

He scooted farther down the chair and slid her bottom the rest of the way off and discarded it as he did her top. His hands slid up her thighs and slowly eased them apart before bending his head to slip his tongue inside her.

Lydia groaned as Will’s tongue explored her, deliberately making the strokes slow and gradual. His pace was maddening and she reached down, touching his head with both of her hands, to make him go faster.

“Patience is a virtue,” he said in-between little stabs of his tongue.

“Wiiiiill,” she whined, pushing his head deeper into her.

“All right,” he conceded, straight away picking up the pace. He quickly thrust into her, unrelenting this time, receiving tortured moans of delight from Lydia every two seconds. He let his tongue stab up at the little bundle of nerves that was her clit before sucking it in hit mouth.

At this Lydia cried out, tightening her thighs around Will’s head and bucking her hips.

Will released her from his mouth and slid up her body. “I need to be inside you,” he uttered in her ear.

Lydia nodded and reached for his waist, pulling down his trunks and releasing his ever-hardening cock. She took him in her hand, stroking a few times, before letting her fingers massage just the head.

“Fuck, Lydia,” he breathed, his eyes closed. “Now.”

Lydia leaned back into the lounge chair and slid her legs up around Will’s hips. She reached for his head, bringing it down to hers for a kiss and he entered her.

“Oooh,” she shrieked, ripping her head away from Will’s. Her hands fell from his neck to his ass where she grasped on, pushing him deeper into her.

His pace wasn’t slow and deliberate this time. He had wanted this since first waking up that morning and now wasn’t the time to linger. He slid into her over and over, pulling almost fully out and plunging back in, going deeper each time. His chest slammed against Lydia’s and he couldn’t stop the raged moan that escaped his lips.

“Will,” Lydia moaned his name over and over again, her nails now digging into the backs of his upper thighs. She squeezed her legs around him desperate to get as much contact as possible.

He maintained his feverish pace, feeling Lydia clench up around him.

“Will, I-” But she was silenced by his tongue and with another thrust she was gone; her hands falling from him to smack against the edges of the chair. “Oh God,” she moaned, her body still trembling beneath Will’s. She reached for his head and another kiss as he continued to slam into her. Her tongue tangled with his and she wrapped both legs around his waist, squeezing her inner muscles around his rigid cock.

“Lydia,” he uttered, the kiss breaking and his head falling to her shoulder. In and out, in and out he went, over and over again until with a groan he exploded inside her.

He stayed collapsed on top of her for several minutes; their breath and bodies slowly calming down.

“Will,” she said, slowly opening her eyes, “we have to get dressed.”

He muttered something and shook his head, which still rested on her shoulder.

“Come on,” she said, shoving his shoulder.

He raised his head, but didn’t bother moving anything else. “Is that all you can say? ‘We have to get dressed.’”

Lydia grinned. “I love you?”

“I love fucking you,” he said, kissing her bottom lip.

“Excuse me?” she said, her voice raising.

“And I love you,” he said, looking back up with a silly grin.

“Good. Now find my bathing suit,” she said forcefully.


Delia lay beside Grant in his bed, little by little her mind taking in all her recent activities. She hadn’t had much time to think about it all and now it seemed, she did.

You had sex with Lydia’s dad.

Twice.

She couldn’t help but grin.

By sixth grade Delia had started noticing boys in a different way than she ever had before. And from about that time on she never had trouble finding one, either. But somewhere along the line she had somehow become very picky, finding herself unimpressed by most of the guys who begged for her attention; and phone number.

The one that always stayed the same though, the guy whom she never got tired of seeing or being around or hearing talk was Mr. Turner.

Her crush on him had progressed over the years, growing up just as she was. It went from oh Mr. Turner’s so cute, to I wonder what it would be like to kiss Lydia’s dad, to he’s the one I want showing me what it’s like to be with a guy, to finally I have to find a way to fuck Mr. Turner.

And now it was actually happening.

Delia could clearly remember the first time she thought about sleeping with him.

It was Lydia’s fourteenth birthday and Delia was staying the night. They had been upstairs in Lydia’s room for most of the evening until around ten ’o clock when Delia went out into the hall for a bathroom break. Well, Grant was coming out of the bathroom and she almost ran right into him.

He had been in the shower and had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist; water still dotted his body and Delia thought she would pass out.

At fourteen, she was still relatively inexperienced, only having some under-the-shirt action on her résumé, but at that very moment she knew what she wanted.

And that was Lydia’s dad.

She found herself thinking about that incident a lot over the years. Grant had been mortified and for some reason, Delia liked that. Like it was some secret thing between them.

But the possibility of ever actually having sex with Mr. Turner was completely nonexistent. Or so Delia always thought. She hated to admit it to herself, but when she found out he was getting divorced, she had been almost ecstatic. Despite having such the hots for Mr. Turner, she’d never be responsible for someone cheating on their wife. Plus she knew Mrs. Turner and liked her.

It was so weird when she thought about it; having known the Turners for so long. She had been to the beach house a million times, had lain awake in that very bed she was in last night wondering what it would be like to have Grant there. While he and his wife slept in the very same bed she was currently in.

Delia let her eyes travel around the room. She had always thought it was so pretty; light blue and white with wooden floors and nautical knickknacks here and there.

Beside her, Grant stirred and opened his eyes.

“Hi,” Delia said, turning on her side to him.

“Hi,” he said back. “Looked like you were thinking about something.”

Delia nodded with a grin. “Just that I helped Mrs. Turner pick out those curtains,” she said pointing to the sheer white drapes covering the tall windows.

“I always liked those,” he said.

“That’s not all I was thinking about, though,” she said.

“No?” he asked.

She shook her head, smiling. “I’m still having trouble believing all this,” she said, climbing over top of him and straddling his waist. “I mean, I don’t think you quite get how infatuated with you I was.”

“Was?” he questioned with a grin.

“Continue to be,” she added bending down and kissing his collar bone. “I think even more so now that I know the extents of your many talents.” She sat up, a quizzical smile on her face. “What did you think of me?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his hands coming around her waist.

“Well, you know I always had a thing for you but did you ever think of me?”

“I don’t think I like that question,” he said, a smile spreading across his face.

“Hey, fair’s fair,” she said placing her hands up around his neck.

“It’s a little different.”

“Why?”

“A school-girl crush is one thing but a grown man lusting after his daughter’s best friend is something else.”

“You lusted after me?” she asked excitedly.

“Wait-that’s not what I meant.”

“Then you didn’t?” she asked, frowning.

“I always thought you were incredibly beautiful.”

“Uh huh?” she grinned.

“And you were always a sweet girl.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s all?” she said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Well. . . .”

Her grin was back. “What?”

“I may have had an improper thought or two yesterday,” he said, leaning forward and kissing between her breasts.

“Oh really? When?”

“Out on the beach, you know, when you had me on my knees rubbing lotion all over you.”

“Yeah, that was fun, wasn’t it?” she asked, kissing his lips.

“And then maybe when you came up to my office later in just your bathing suit.”

“Well, they were both calculated moves.” She leaned over and kissed him again, slipping her tongue past his lips. They kissed for several minutes, their tongues intertwined, before Delia pulled back. “Can I ask you something?”

“Ask away.”

“Why are you getting divorced?”

“Seems like such a redundant question, considering the current circumstances,” he said with a smirk.

“Maybe.”

Grant’s hands fell from Delia’s waist to the bed. “It’s complicated.”

“You don’t want to tell me?”

“No, it’s just . . . Lydia doesn’t even really know.”

“Mr. Turner,” she said, taking his hands and putting them back on her hips, “let’s assess the situation here:
I’m naked and sitting on top of you; we just had sex and are likely to again in the near future; there’s a lot Lydia doesn’t know.”

“Well, when you spell it out like that,” he said, his thumbs tracing circles on Delia’s warm skin.

“So why? I can’t imagine someone not wanting to be with you.”

“Well, Deborah found someone else she’d rather be with.”

“She was having an affair?” Delia asked in surprise.

“Not officially. She wanted to get our pesky marriage voided first.”

“How considerate of her.”

“Oh yes, I know.”

“So do you know him?” she asked, dropping a kiss on his stomach.

“I’ve seen him.”

Delia continued placing kisses on his stomach, then slipped her tongue out to inch down the trail of dark hair below his bellybutton. “It completely baffles me that she could possibly want someone else.”

“What about you?” he asked, his hand touching her head.

“What about me?” she asked, keeping her mouth on him but looking up in his eyes.

“Didn’t you just get out of a relationship?”

“It’s been a couple months.”

“Well, what happened?”

Delia began licking back up his body. “He got tired of me,” she sighed.

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

She giggled. “No, I’m not even really sure why. We’d been fighting a lot and neither of us had any time to be together because of school. So he decided we’d be better off if we broke up.” She closed her mouth over his nipple.

“Do you still love him?”

Delia looked up. “Do you still love your wife?”

Grant reached for her, bringing her mouth to his in an aggressive kiss.

Delia moaned, ardently thrusting her tongue up in Grant’s mouth. She pushed herself down on him, dragging
her breasts up against his chest.

Grant slid his hands up Delia’s stomach, stopping when both of them were filled with what he considered to be possibly the best pair of tits he’d seen in a long time; perfectly perky and full.

“Mr. Turner,” Delia moaned as Grant’s palms kneaded her nipples.

“You’re not going call me Grant, are you?”

Delia shook her head with a grin and pressed her lips back to Grant’s for a few seconds before dragging them back down his body. She reached down and let her fingertips trace ever so lightly up the length of his stiffing cock.

Grant closed his eyes with a sigh.

Making her way farther down his body, Delia continued stroking him until he was rock-hard. Her lips kissed over his stomach and down down down until she was eye to eye with his erection. Smiling she slipped her tongue out and slid it from tip to base.

Grant mumbled and shifted beneath her.

Delia licked back down the length of his shaft and took the head in her mouth. She sucked softly at first, but after considerable encouragement from Grant, she increased her pressure, sucking for about a minute and a half before releasing him.

“Delia,” Grant moaned, reaching to tangle his hand in her hair.

She slipped her tongue back out and leisurely licked up his length and back down, stopping to swirl her tongue around and around the head. She then closed her lips over his shaft and started sucking.

Grant thrust up into her mouth with a groan.

Again, Delia started out softly, using her tongue from underneath, sliding her lips delicately up and down the span of Grant’s cock. She took him deeper and deeper, still going slowly, driving him crazy. His grip on her hair increased until he was practically yanking on her dark locks. Smiling against him, she began sucking harder.

With a moan, Grant thrust up again, burying his cock deeper in her mouth.

Delia continued her ministrations, increasing the pressure and speed of her lips, tormenting Grant with absolute pleasure.

He thrust up once more and came with a groan, gripping two handfuls of Delia’s long hair.

Delia released him from her mouth and looked up at Grant, deliberately licking her lips with a sly smile.

“Fuck Delia,” Grant said, closing his eyes..

Delia crawled back up his body and placed a kiss on his chin. “That was fun,” she said.

Grant’s eyes stayed shut but a smile crept over his face.

“I have to go,” she whispered in his ear.

“No,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“If I don’t make my presence known on the beach they’re going to come looking for me.”

“They won’t look here,” he said, starting to kiss her neck.

Delia grinned. “Want to take that risk, hm? When Lydia doesn’t find me in my room whom do you think she’ll go to asking if they’ve seen me?”

Grant groaned. “Fine. Go if you must. That actually may be a good thing, you can keep Lydia and that jerk off apart.”

“Since when don’t you like Will?” she asked sitting up.

“Since I was slapped in the face with the fact that he’s . . .”

“Did you really think Lydia was a virgin?” she asked skeptically.

“Okay, new topic,” he said quickly.

“And Will’s so cute. Slightly immature, but she could so a lot worse.”

“She’s my baby! I don’t want her doing anything with anyone. Ever.”

A grin spread over Delia’s face and she giggled.

“What?”

“Don’t you think I’m someone’s baby?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“Yes, well, I’m a son of a bitch,” he said with a sigh.

Delia shrugged. “So is my dad.”

“Aha, so that’s what this is all about.”

“What?”

“Father issues.”

“That’s obvious, isn’t it?” she asked, leaning over and kissing his lips.

“And you never looked to me as a father figure?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I was too busy daydreaming about fucking you.” She kissed him again, then said, “See you later,” and got up.


Delia walked down to the beach, a chair in one hand, her bag in the other. The sun was blinding hot and the ocean, so far, was failing to generate much of a cool breeze. Her flip-flops kicked up sand whenever she took a step and her suit was still a little wet from yesterday, leaving her a bit uncomfortable. Still though, it beat being in school. But if she were given the choice of being back in bed with Mr. Turner, or out on the beach with Lydia and Will, there was no contest.

“Hey there you are,” Lydia said standing up as she saw Delia approach.

“Here I am,” Delia said, setting her chair down beside Lydia’s.

“How are you feeling?” Lydia asked.

“Oh much better,” Delia answered with a smile.

“Good. Will and I were just talking about what all we wanted to do this week,” she said, sitting back down.

“Oh and what are our options?” Delia asked, spreading her towel out on her chair and taking a seat.

“I get drunk and fuck Lydia,” Will said.

Both girls rolled their eyes.

“We get drunk and have an orgy?” he tried again.

“Hey, you should invite your new friend to hang out with us,” Lydia said to Delia.

“Uh, I don’t think that would work,” Delia said quickly.

“Why not?”

“He’s older, remember? He doesn’t want to hang out with us.”

“We can’t even meet him?”

“Let’s just plan our week,” Delia said.

“Well, there’s that amusement park we always used to go to,” Lydia said. “And mini golf and-oh wait, they’re all closed,” she said with disappointment.

“Closed?” Will asked.

“They’re seasonal, they don’t open until May.”

“Beach town,” Will said, nodding.

“Looks like we’ll have to stick with the beach then,” Delia said.

“Which is why we’re here after all,” Lydia said. “At least dad’ll be gone soon.”

“He’s going somewhere?” Delia asked rather quickly.

“To work I mean,” Lydia said.

“Oh. Yeah.” Delia reached into her bag and began shuffling around, hoping Lydia wouldn’t question her.

“So finally we can have some privacy,” Will said to Lydia with a leer.
“Well, don’t mind me!” Delia said looking up. “I’ll just spend the rest of the week in the garage or something.”

Will threw a broken seashell at Delia. “I believe I suggested we have a threesome. Didn’t I?”

“It really sucks about Patrick,” Lydia said. “You’d be having a much better time if he were here with you.”

“I’m having a good time without him, thank you,” Delia said. “I don’t need Patrick.”

“Yeah, ‘cause then you couldn’t be fucking the old guy,” Will said.

Delia made a face. “You make it sound like he’s a grandfather or something.”

“How old is he?” Lydia asked.

Delia tried to think. Grant was probably around the same age as her dad. “Mid forties, I think.”

“That’s so fucking old!” Will said.

“Oh it is not,” Delia defended.

“Older guys can be hot,” Lydia added.

“Well, you wouldn’t catch me with a chick in her forties,” Will said. “No way.”

“Why not?” Lydia asked. “If she were really hot?”

“Too much shit comes with that age. Plus, I don’t need anyone thinking they’re going to teach me anything. I’m in control when it comes to sex.”

“Oh you are?” Lydia asked, turning to him with her eyebrows raised.

“You know it.”

“That’s just because I like being dominated,” Lydia said with a giggle. “But don’t think for a minute, Will, that I’m not in control.”

“Anyway,” Will said, “I say we spend all day in bed tomorrow celebrating the fact that your dad’s away.”

“We can manage that,” Lydia grinned.

“I think it’s too bad he can’t hang around,” Delia said.

“What?” both Lydia and Will said.

“I mean, he’s going through some tough stuff and you two could stand to be a little more understanding.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Will said.

“He was the one who promised to stay out of the way,” Lydia said.

“Because you probably wouldn’t have come if he hadn’t. I’m just saying I think we need to be a little more considerate.”

“I’m telling you, he just needs to get laid,” Will said.

Delia tried not to smile.

“Would you stop with that?” Lydia asked.

“It’s like a proven fact. Coming releases all kinds of endorphins and relaxes you and is good for your heart and stuff.”

“You are so full of shit,” Lydia said.

“Maybe, but still. You should get him a hooker or something.”

“I don’t think Mr. Turner would have to resort to a hooker,” Delia said.

“Could we please stop talking about my dad’s sex life?” Lydia demanded.

“Just trying to help, babe,” Will said with a smirk.

“Oh by the way,” Lydia said, “he’s taking us out to a fancy dinner tonight.”

“Why?” Will asked with a scowl.

“What do you have against my dad all of a sudden?”

“Nothing. Although he was kinda mean to me this morning for some reason,” Will said.

“If he wants to buy us dinner we’re going to let him,” Lydia said. “But if you don’t shut up about him having sex, I’m not going to have an appetite.”


After a few more hours and an impromptu picnic on the beach, everyone headed back up to the house for the rest of the day. Lydia took a nap, Will planted himself in front of the X-Box, and Delia went to find Grant.

Which, fortunately, didn’t take too long.

Delia knocked softly on his office door and went in without waiting for an answer. Once again Grant was stretched out in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk.

“Hey,” he said, quickly putting something in his desk drawer.

“Was that a Gameboy?” Delia asked walking over to him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, standing up.

“We came in; it was just too hot.”

“Everyone else is here too?” he asked, shutting the door.

Delia nodded. “Lydia’s asleep downstairs and Will’s playing video games.”

“Even so. . . .”

“I’ve been out on the beach all day. I’m hot and sweaty and sticky and I just need a shower.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked.

Delia nodded, putting her arms around his neck. “Do you need a shower Mr. Turner?”

“A cold one.”

She shook her head with a smirk. “I think it’ll be hot.”

Ten minutes later they were wrapped around each other in the shower in Grant’s room, their mouths fused together.

A steady stream of hot water poured over them, slicking their eager bodies.

All Delia wanted was for Grant to be inside her, as deep as possible; her body was achingly wet, which had nothing to do with the water from the shower.

Poor Mr. Turner, she thought, so unnerved at the thought of his daughter growing up. Lydia had always been a bit on the wild side and curious, for lack of a better word. Turns out she got her sexual appetite honestly; her father was voracious.

“Mr. Turner,” Delia moaned, rubbing herself up against him. She could feel his hardness pressing up against her thigh and all she could think of was having it sliding into her over and over again.

Grant lifted her up, fastening her legs around him before locking his arms around her waist. He backed her up against the shower wall and entered her with a groan.

Delia gasped, throwing her head back and banging it against the wall.

“Are you okay?” Grant asked with a chuckle.

Delia nodded. “God yes . . . just keep . . .” she closed her eyes, digging her heels in Grant’s back as he thrust into her.

Grant dropped his head to lick drops of water from her breast, then sucked a nipple past his lips.

Delia moaned, pressing her back harder into the wall of the shower.

Picking up speed, Grant began ramming into her. He let go of her waist and grabbed onto the bar on the door beside them with one hand and braced the other one in front of him, smashing Delia up against the wall.

Their lips left bruises against each others, their tongues intertwined. Grant’s rhythm was unrelenting, his vigor incredible, Delia couldn’t take much more. Her back and head slammed against the shower wall again and again until, pulling her mouth from his with a gasp, she crashed around him.

Her body went limp.

Grant slid his tongue back in her mouth and continued plunging into her until he too came, a minute later. He collapsed against her and the wall.

Delia could barely open her eyes, her body was so spent. Her breathing was still shallow and her chest heaved under Grant’s.

“Jesus Christ, Delia,” Grant uttered in her ear. “I think I’m still hard.”

Delia giggled, opening her eyes. “You’re so amazing. How are you so amazing?”

“We must be crazy for taking such a risk,” he said, kissing her neck.

“Fuck me but it was worth it,” she moaned. “So worth it.”

“Fuck yes,” he said.

Like both times before, Delia would have preferred staying the rest of the day with Grant, but she had to start getting ready for the evening and that including taking a real shower.

Once back in her room she shucked her clothes off and stepped in the steaming shower, quickly rinsing herself before squeezing out some body wash on a puff and lathering up.

She dragged the soft, yet scratchy, material over her body wishing it was Grant’s hands. Or mouth. Yes, she had just been with him, but it simply wasn’t enough. And possibly would never be. Over the years she had built him up to be some sort of Grecian god of sex and much to Delia’s great delight, it turned out to be true.

After washing and conditioning her hair, she turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the nearby wall rack.

Her room was freezing, like always, but she discarded her towel anyway and sat on her bed, then began her beauty ritual; applying body lotion all over her, then face cream, then slipping on her robe and rubbing the excess water from her hair with her towel. Finally after drying and styling her hair, she was ready to find something to wear.

She went over to her closet and browsed, coming to the two nice dresses she brought. One was black, one red, one long, one short. One slightly sophisticated, one slightly slutty.

She pulled out the black one and took it over to the full length mirror, holding it up to her.
It was calf-length and straight with thin little straps and a low-plunging neckline. Also backless; Delia wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with it. Which sealed the deal right there. Let’s see what Grant’s reaction to that would be, she thought, grinning.

Disrobing, she briefly wondered if she should bother wearing underwear. But that thought was quickly dismissed when she realized she didn’t want to run the risk of possibly ruining her dress. . . .

Pulling everything on, she stepped back in front of the mirror and examined herself.

The dress fit well enough, though sometimes, and this bewildered Lydia, Delia wished her hips were a little bigger. She always thought she had such a boyish figure, with the exception of her chest, which she, and every guy she had ever been with, was extremely pleased about.

She and Lydia’s body type were quite similar, but Delia always thought Lydia was more . . . buxom. Or something. For all their similarities, though, there were opposites too.

Delia was fairly tall; Lydia was on the shorter side. Delia’s hair was a dark brown, half way down her back and wavy; Lydia’s blonde tresses reached just below her shoulders and were straight. Delia’s eyes were a dark green while Lydia’s were light blue.

They were both babes, though, Delia thought, and it wasn’t right that she was single. Although had she been
in a relationship, she wouldn’t have been able to have so much fun with Mr. Turner.

She went back into the bathroom and did her make up, making her eyes smoky and her lips shiny, then after grabbing a pair of heeled, strappy, black sandals from her closet she reached for her evening bag, and turned to leave.

But a ringing from the table beside her bed stopped her as she touched the doorknob. With a sigh she went back over to the bed and picked up her cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” came a male voice on the other line.

“Patrick?” she said in surprise. “What do you want?”

“I-I just wanted to apologize,” he said, “for being an ass the other day.”

“What about all those other times you were an ass?” she asked.

“Those too,” he said with a slight chuckle.

“Fine, whatever,” she said, not feeling very forgiving.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

“I can’t, I’m getting ready to go out.”

“Where?”

“To dinner,” she said, annoyance in her voice. “Why do you care?”

Patrick was silent for a few seconds. “I miss you.”

“What?” she exclaimed.

“I do, Delia,” he said.

“Look, I can’t get into this now.” She was starting to feel hot.

“But I need to talk to you.”

“Well, it’ll have to wait,” she said and hung up.

She tossed her phone to her bed and quickly made her way downstairs.


“There you are,” Lydia said as Delia came into the foyer.

“We need to rethink this threesome idea,” Will said, eying Delia up and down.

Lydia elbowed him.

“Sorry,” Delia said, “Patrick called.

“What?” Lydia gasped.

Delia nodded. “Get this: he said he missed me!”

“Are you getting back together?”

“Slow down there,” Delia said, “I don’t know. I didn’t really give him a chance to talk.”

“Well, you should make him wait it out.”

“I don’t know that he even wants to get back together.”

“Probably wants a piece of your ass,” Will offered.

“Will!” Lydia shouted.

“No, most likely he’s right,” Delia said. “Yesterday he certainly didn’t sound like he wanted me back.”

The conversation stopped when Grant walked into the room. “Are we ready, kids?” he said.

“Yep,” Lydia said, “I’m starved.” She and Will went ahead, but Delia stayed back.

Grant’s black suit had to have been tailor made, the way it accentuated his every muscle, limb, organ. . . . Her mouth watered.

“Delia,” he said, motioning to the door.

She gave him a smirk and went out the door.

Grant sighed, not quite sure he knew what he was getting into. He was going to have to sit across from her all night, and wearing the dress she was, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to make it.


The restaurant was French and as elegant as Delia could hope for, with low-lighted gleaming chandeliers, waiters in full tuxes, and violin music wafting in the air. There was small talk until they all ordered, then it got quiet. Delia wasn’t really paying attention though, she was too busy sneaking glances at Grant.

“So why this fancy dinner?” Lydia finally asked.

“I can’t do something nice for my daughter and her friends?”

“You can, but why?”

“I never get to see you anymore,” Grant said. “And when you’re not at school you’re with . . . your mother and I just wanted to do something for you.”

“Oh, well, thanks,” Lydia said with a smile. “We appreciate it.”

“We do,” Delia spoke up. “I just want to thank you for letting us come and stay this week. I know I’m really glad I got to come,” she said, looking pointedly at him.

“I’ve enjoyed having you,” he said coolly.

“Personally, I already feel relaxed and rejuvenated. I only wish we had more than a week.” She was still looking at Grant.

“Spring break,” Will said, raising his glass.

“Spring break,” everyone else said, clanging their glasses together.


Once back at the house, everyone settled into the family room after the lavish dinner. Grant leaned back in his arm chair and yawned.

“Not as young as you used to be,” Lydia teased.

“None of us are,” he said back.

“I want to go get ice-cream,” Lydia said standing up.

“We just had dessert,” Grant said.

“A teaspoon of chocolate mousse is not dessert,” Lydia said putting her hands on her hips. “Want to go get some, Delia?”

“Ugh, I’m stuffed,” Delia said.

“Come on, Will,” Lydia said, reaching for his arm and pulling him up. “We’ll be back later.” They took off for the kitchen and a minute later the door opened and closed.

“So no ice-cream for you, hm?” Grant said.

“No, but a treat nonetheless,” she said, leaving her spot on the couch and falling into Grant’s lap, straddling him.

“Do you know how incredible you look?” he asked.

Delia grinned. “Yeah, do you?”

“Me?”

She nodded. “I’ve always been a sucker for a man in a suit and tie. And yours is especially nice.”

“Well, thanks.”

“I should tell you I’ve been thinking about you all evening,” she said putting her arms around his neck.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked.

Delia nodded.

Grant leaned in and whispered in her ear, “The minute I saw you in that dress, I wanted you out of it.”

“You’re going to break my heart, Mr. Turner,” she said with a grin.

“Hey, I’m the most vulnerable here,” he said.

“Oh you think?” she asked.

Grant nodded. “My whole life is drastically changing, even as we speak.”

“And I’m just young. I guess you’re right.”

Her lips met his and then they were kissing.

In a matter of seconds Grant had Delia’s dress pooled around her waist, pleasantly surprised at what he found underneath.

“No bra?”

“Didn’t go with the dress,” she said.

Grant bent his head and licked one of Delia’s nipples, before sucking it softly passed his lips.

“Mmm, Mr. Turner,” she said, pressing herself into him.

“Hmm?” he said, but didn’t give her a chance to answer. He sucked more of her into his mouth, while bringing up his hand to cup her other breast. After giving the pink bud another firm suck, he released her from his mouth.

“Mr. Turner,” she moaned, tugging Grant’s head back to her chest.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he said, kissing down her stomach.

“No, I want to stay here.”

“Here?” he asked, looking up at her.

She grinned wickedly and got up, then slid her dress the rest of its way down her body and kicked it aside. “Here,” she said dropping to her knees on the floor.

“It’s too risky,” he said, his eyes immediately checking out the door.

“That makes it fun,” she said scooting on her knees between his legs.

“Is that what makes it fun?”

Delia nodded. “Among other things.” She reached up and unbuttoned his pants, feeling his growing hardness beneath her fingers.

“You win,” he said quickly. He climbed down to the floor and stretched out over top of Delia, his mouth like a magnet to hers.

They kissed for ten minutes; Grant’s hands exploring Delia’s body, while hers held his head. She arched up, rubbing her breasts against the material of his shirt, and sighed out at the delicious friction. Grabbing onto his hips, she eased him over to the floor and climbed on top of him. She bent and thrust her tongue back in his mouth while her hands unbuttoned his shirt.

“It really is a nice suit,” she said, tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside.

“Thanks again. Deborah picked it out.”

Delia made a face and eagerly returned her mouth back to Grant’s. Their tongues met and Delia moaned out as she felt Grant’s growing hardness press into her. She sucked Grant’s bottom lip in her mouth then moved her lips down his chin and to his neck. Her hands traced the muscles in his chest while her lips delicately kissed their way down his neck. She let her hands glide over his body and down to his waist to tug his pants off.

Grant slightly groaned when Delia’s fingertips grazed the length of his harden cock.

His flesh jumped at her touch, causing Delia to grin. She slowly stroked him while her lips drifted down his chest and her tongue poked out at his nipple. As her mouth attacked him, Delia’s hand released his organ and slipped to his thighs. She pushed them apart and let her body scoot down; her mouth continuing its assault on Grant’s chest, licking and nipping at him. She slowly snaked her tongue over his stomach, letting her teeth and lips nibble and kiss his skin. Shoving his legs farther apart, Delia lowered her mouth to him.

She slipped her tongue out and teasingly stabbed at the head of his cock.

Grant groaned as Delia sucked the head of his cock in her mouth. Her hands gripped his thighs, and her nails slightly dug into his skin. Grant moaned as she took him deeper, inch-by-inch. Her wet tongue sliding up and down the length of his erection was maddening. His fingers stroked her hair, guiding her head.

Tightening her lips, Delia sucked harder, delighting when Grant’s hand pushed her head on him; she eagerly took him deeper. She sucked on him for about a minute, sliding her lips up and down, then she released him altogether.

Grant groaned, letting his head fall back. “Delia,” he said.

“Hmm?” she said, placing a kiss on the head of his cock before taking him back in her mouth again. Up and down she went, using her tongue from underneath. She let her teeth gently scrape down his rigid flesh and Grant came, twisting his hand in her hair so hard she cried out.

“Are you okay?” he sighed, caressing her head soothingly.

“Never better,” she said, sitting up and licking her lips.

“Good,” he said, pulling her down for a kiss.

Delia fervently welcomed his tongue with her own and lightly rubbed her body against his. He was such a good kisser, she could feel it in her toes. But that wasn’t all his tongue was good at, either. . . .

Breaking the kiss, Grant flipped Delia back over and settled himself above her. His lips still attached to hers, he slid his hands down her body, stopping to hook his fingers in the sides of her barely-there underwear and slip them down her legs. Now that those were out of the way, his mouth had other places to be. He broke the kiss and slowly dragged his mouth down her body, stopping to tease and suck her nipples and dip his tongue in her bellybutton. Then he went lower.

“Ohh,” Delia moaned as Grant slid his wet tongue into her.

Grant chucked and stabbed his tongue upward.

“Mr. Turner,” she breathed, instinctively tightening her legs around his head. She reached down and gripped his head, pushing him down on her. “Ooh, yes, keep-ooh more, yessss,” she begged. Her back pressed into the floor and she removed her hands from his head, letting them dig into the carpet. Delia spread her legs
wider, willing Grant deeper into her.

Grant’s hands clutched her thighs, while his mouth attacked her. His tongue licked her up and down and glided in and out, deeper with each thrust. Her body trembled under his ministrations and she moaned and shook with passion.

Delia sighed, such exquisite pleasure resounded through her body. His tongue was so phenomenal; it was almost painful. He kept going deeper, wringing moan after moan from her. When his lips fastened around her clit and he sucked it into his mouth, Delia came with an anguished cry. She slammed her head into the floor; her body heaving and panting as Grant licked her clean.

“Fuck,” she said, jerking him up to her, “that was so incredible.” She buried her tongue in his mouth, tasting herself, still sighing and gasping.

“You’re incredible,” Grant said when the kiss broke.

“No, I think you are,” she said, her eyes averting to his waist and the promising hard on he was sporting. “I thought old guys couldn’t go all night?” she smirked.

“I’m very virile,” he said assuredly.

“Of course, it hasn’t exactly been all night yet, has it?” she asked, arching her eyebrows.

Grant shook his head.

“Why don’t we see just how ‘virile’ you are, hmm?”

“Why don’t we?”

With a heave, Delia turned Grant back over to the floor and straddled his waist. “How did you get in such fantastic shape, Mr. Turner?”

“Willpower. Which I don’t seem to have anymore,” he said.

“I see,” she said dropping a kiss on his chest. “I think we’re done talking now.” She bent her head back down and slipped her tongue past his lips in a heated kiss. Delia’s hands held onto his sides while Grant’s came down to cup her ass. Once again she felt him press against her thigh and she rubbed against him. She pulled her mouth away from him. “Mr.-”

“Grant,” he said firmly.

“I told you I like Mr. Turner,” Delia said with a grin.

“Well, it makes me feel old.”

“You are old,” she said, sucking his bottom lip in her mouth. “And I want you,” she moaned against him. Gripping onto his sides she raised up and Grant thrust forward and into her.

Delia cried out and flung her head back, thrusting herself down on Grant. She didn’t move, just shut her eyes tightly, luxuriating in the feel of his hardness deep inside her.

“Delia,” Grant moaned after a few seconds of stillness.

Quickly she thrust forward, digging her fingers into Grant’s hips. She held tightly to him, pushing herself on him over and over again, her body banging up against his, but her head still flung back.

“Mr. Turner!” she cried.

Grant groaned out as Delia’s tight heat enveloped him again and again. Had his eyes not been closed they would have rolled back in his head. God she felt good, like lush velvet that he was sinking deeper and deeper into.

Delia grinded on him, her hands falling from his hips to brace herself on the floor.

Grant leaned in and captured a rosy nipple between his lips and Delia moaned out. Grant felt her clench up around him and he grabbed her hips, jerking her down on him harder.

With another cry, Delia came, throwing herself down on Grant’s hard body; her own body panting and sighing.

Grant continued thrusting into Delia, forcing himself deeper, until he burst inside her with a strangled groan.

Neither said anything until Delia finally spoke up.

“We should have done this years ago.”

Grant smiled but stayed silent.

“It’s okay to agree,” she said sitting up on him.

He was about to speak when they both heard a car pull into the drive way.

“Fuck!” Grant shouted knocking Delia off him and jumping up.

Delia scrambled up and quickly grabbed her dress, throwing it over her head. She looked up to see Grant zip his pants and frantically look around for his shirt.

“Behind you,” she pointed with a smile.

They quickly found the rest of their clothes and ran up the stairs for their respective rooms.

“Night,” Grant said standing outside of Delia’s door.

Downstairs the door opened and muffled voices were heard.

“Goodnight,” Delia said, reaching up and wrapping her arms around Grant’s neck in a kiss.

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