Lydia's Dad--Summer Vacation

Delia thought she had scarcely shut her eyes when Grant’s alarm clock started buzzing loudly next to her ear. She was way too tired to wake up and she hoped Grant would be too. But after another minute he sighed and sat up, detangling himself from Delia.

“Didn’t we just go to sleep?” she asked with a yawn.

“It was late,” he nodded. He climbed out of bed and stretched and Delia thought she heard him mutter something about getting old. She closed her eyes and a minute later heard him pad into the bathroom and shut the door, then heard the unmistakable sound of the shower.

The next thing Delia knew, Grant was lightly shaking her.

“I fell back asleep” she said opening her eyes.

Grant nodded. “Sorry to have to wake you again but remember Lydia’s coming back today.”

“Oh yeah,” Delia said as it dawned on her. “I completely forgot about her and Will coming.”

“Do you happen to know what time?”

Delia shook her head.

“Well, I wouldn’t sleep too long,” he said with a smirk, then bent down and kissed her. “Bye.”

“See you later,” she said with a sleepy smile.

Then she went back to sleep.


When Delia awoke for the second time, it was almost noon. She scrambled up, scolding herself for sleeping in so late, then quickly threw on some clothes and moved the rest of her luggage into the bedroom she had used during spring break.

After she had put all her things away she went down to the kitchen and poked around a bit; she made herself a sandwich, watched a bit if an old sitcom, checked The Weather Channel to see what the week was going to be like (the high nineties all week), and she was just about to make her way upstairs to change into her swimsuit when she heard someone coming in through the front door.

“Hello?” came a distinctly familiar female voice. “You here Delia?”

Something clunked on the floor and a moment later Lydia appeared in the kitchen. They squealed and hugged each other, what with it being a whole week since they’d last seen one another.

“Been here long?” Lydia asked as they collapsed onto the couch in the family room.

Delia shook her head. “Not really. You know I wish I could have gone to Florida with you, but mom was acting kind of funny about me going away so much.” That wasn’t a lie either. Delia’s mom didn’t really like the thought of Delia spending so much of the summer away, since she wouldn’t be living at home much longer.

Lydia nodded sympathetically. She certainly knew how moms could be.

After a little more talking the girls went and changed into their bathing suits then headed out onto the beach.

“Ugh, it’s disgustingly hot,” Lydia said with contempt as she and Delia lounged on their backs on a big blanket in the sand.

“Supposed to be all this week,” Delia said.

“I guess it’s good that we have the entire ocean at our disposable then,” Lydia said. “This is definitely going to be a great summer though.”

“I think so,” Delia said, her mind wandering to Grant.

“I only wish Will could stay longer than a week.”

“He’s coming tonight, isn’t he?”

Lydia nodded with a smirk. “I can’t hardly wait, it’s been eight whole days since I’ve seen him.”

“Someone’s going to get quite the workout,” Delia said with a giggle.

“I just hope dad makes himself scarce this week,” Lydia said grinning.

“Patrick still doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to come,” Delia said. “He hasn’t decided if he’s going to go ahead with the job search or go back full time this fall to get his master’s degree.”

“Is he getting shit from his parents about it?”

“No, that’s the thing. The only one giving him shit is himself. He needs this month more than any of us.”

“Have you seen him recently?”

Delia shook her head. “I talk to him about once a week but I haven’t seen him much.”

“I still think this whole ‘friends’ thing is retarded. You love him, he loves you. What exactly is the problem?” Lydia said turning to Delia.

“It’s just—I don’t know, he’s in a really complicated place right now and he doesn’t need to worry about hurting me and I don’t want to worry about setting him off.”

“Patrick’s so yummy though, how can you stay away from him?” she asked with a grin.

Don’t worry, your dad’s keeping me distracted, Delia thought. “It’s tough,” she said. “But it for the good of both of us.”

“You’re a stronger girl than I,” Lydia sighed. “A week without Will and I’m practically ready to be his slave!”


Delia helped Lydia clear the table and load the dishwasher after dinner while Grant sat at the table frantically going through his briefcase and muttering every once in a while.

After coming inside that afternoon the girls lounged around the house talking and trying their best not to eat their way through the cabinets that Grant had recently stocked with all their favorite snacks. Six ’o clock soon rolled around and they started dinner with Mr. Turner arriving half an hour later.

“Damn it,” he said angrily from the table. “I can’t find those year end dividends anywhere.”

“Year end?” Lydia asked closing shut the dishwasher. “Already? It’s only July.” But Grant’s annoyed look kept her from asking anything else. “Um, you do remember Will’s coming tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes, I hadn’t forgotten,” he said, sounding just as unpleasant as his look had been. He snapped shut his briefcase and stood up. “I know this is a ridiculous thing to ask, but I’m going to need some quiet time tonight. Think you can manage?”

“We’re not seven,” Lydia said highly affronted.

“Just don’t bother me tonight,” he said gruffly and left the kitchen.

“God I hate when he gets in a bad mood!” Lydia exclaimed.

“Uh, why exactly is he?” Delia asked. She had never quite seen Grant so . . . dick-like.

“Oh some big dealings or something going on at work,” Lydia sighed. “I don’t know. He gets like this once in a while. He hates having to work through the weekends.”

“Hmm,” Delia said not wanting to sound too interested. She sincerely hoped he wouldn’t be like this the whole week. But then she remembered she had an entire month with him and surely he couldn’t be in a bad mood the whole time she was there.

Before Delia could think much more about it someone knocked on the front door and it opened a second later.

“Hello?”

“In the kitchen!” Lydia yelled and as she and Delia turned around Will, luggage in tow, entered the room.

“Ah, my girls,” Will said dropping his stuff.

Lydia grinned and stretched her arms out for her boyfriend who quickly slipped in them.

“Hi baby,” he said.

“Missed you,” Lydia said back and within a matter of seconds they were positively sucking each other’s face so fervently that when they finally broke apart five minutes later, they were both out of breath.

“Well,” Delia said.

Will grinned. “Feeling left out?”

“Oh maybe,” she said with a false dramatic sigh.

“Delia!” he exclaimed, “it’s so wonderful to see you!” He threw his arms around her in an immense hug and kissed her cheek loudly.

“Nice to see you too Will,” Delia said laughing.

“So,” Will said once he let go of Delia, “threesome?”

Both girls groaned.

They talked while Lydia heated up Will’s dinner and for a while after he had finished, Lydia fawning all over him as if she hadn’t seen him in a year. When it got to the point where they were doing more kissing than talking, Delia excused herself to her room. Lydia said she and Will were going to go for a walk on the beach but Delia knew that really meant she and Will were going to find some place to have the kind of loud and raucous sex that they’d not had in eight long days.

Delia thought about finding Grant and seeing if he wanted a little company but then thought better of it. He had asked not to be disturbed and she didn’t want to risk bothering him and possibly prolonging his bad mood. After all, as she kept telling herself, she had a whole month with him.

And with that thought, she crawled into her bed and shut her eyes for sleep.


Though everyone had arrived yesterday, well, with the exception of Delia, their beach vacation had just officially started. Everyone was up bright and early and out on the beach ready for a day full of sand and sun.

The light breeze wafting in from the ocean didn’t do much to relieve the heat, but it brought with it the unmistakable and delightful smell that was simply the beach. Delia’s coconut scented tanning oil added perfectly to the mix to make it seem that their locale was some place tropical and exotic.

“So chicas, what’s the plan for this month?” Will asked stretching out in his chair.

“Well, the fourth is coming up, so there’s that. The fireworks and fair, I mean,” Lydia said.

“And?” Will said.

“And what?” Lydia asked.

“What about the rest of the month? I want this summer to really kick ass.”

“I’m sure there’s tons of stuff to do,” Delia said.

“We should defiantly go back to the wax museum,” Will said, giving Lydia a knowing smirk.

Lydia grinned back. “Anyway, there is tons of stuff to do. Minigolf, shopping, clubbing, the water park, shopping, movies, bars, did I mention shopping?”

“It’s good of your dad to have us all back down again,” Will said.

“Yeah,” Lydia said. “He needs something in his life I think. You know, so he’s not always alone. As much as the thought of my dad dating creeps me out, I think a girlfriend would probably be good for him.”

“I think you’re right,” Will said, casting Delia a glance and receiving an eye-roll in return.

“Want to get in the water?” Lydia asked no one in particular.

“Hot?” Will asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Lydia said sardonically.

“So take your suit off; no tan lines and you’ll be cooler.”

“Sure,” Lydia said sarcastically. “Coming Delia?”

“Let’s go,” Delia said standing.

“Come with us, Will,” Lydia said.

“Maybe later,” he said and waved them off.

Delia and Lydia trudged down to the ocean, cursing the hot sand all the way. But the cool water was a nice respite and they waded in up to their knees.

“Do you think I should encourage dad to start dating?” Lydia asked.

“Umm,” Delia said, not liking the question. “You’d be okay with it?”

“I think so,” Lydia said slowly. “I mean, it’s way past hoping they’re going to get back together, isn’t it? And it’s not like mom even waited until the divorce was final before she started looking around.”

“So you wouldn’t have a problem seeing your dad with another woman?” Delia asked casually.

“I don’t know,” Lydia sighed, flinging her hand through the water. “I wish I didn’t have to think about it.”

Even if Lydia was completely cool with her dad dating someone, Delia was quite certain that didn’t extend to herself. Not that it mattered, because after this month Delia and Grant would only be a memory. A happy memory. A memory Delia would try not to remember but knew she would anyway.

“Is it cold?”

Both girls turned around to see Will approaching the shoreline.

“Yeah, but you get used to it,” Lydia said.

Will gingerly stepped into the water, making a face as it lapped against his ankles. “It’s cold!” he yelled.

“I just told you that,” Lydia said.

“I’m hungry,” Will said. “Let’s go back up and make lunch.” He turned and scampered out of the water.

Lydia sighed. “He’s like a child.”

“He really is,” Delia said and started for the shore.

After gathering all their stuff up and walking back to the house, Delia realized she was feeling rather hungry herself. Once on the deck, they threw everything down then went into the kitchen.

“So what’s for lunch?” Will asked.

Lydia shrugged. “Look around for something.”

“I’m going to change,” Delia said shivering.

“Right,” Lydia said, looking at her dripping bathing suit. “Tell you what, after we change you guys can hang out and I’ll make lunch, okay?”

“Deal,” Will said grabbing a can of Coke out of the refrigerator. “But when did you get so domesticated?”

“Well, I’m going to be living on my own soon, right?” she asked, her hands on her hips. “I need to make sure I can.”

“Have at it babe,” Will said.

Perfectly content to let Lydia make lunch, Delia went up to her room and shucked her bathing suit off and changed into dry clothes. Lydia would be cooking a lot once they got their apartment because Delia had trouble boiling water.

She ran a brush through her long hair, checked her cell phone for messages, hung her bathing suit up on the shower rod, then grabbed a bottle of nail polish and headed back downstairs.

No smells were coming from the kitchen yet, but whatever Lydia was doing, it was making a lot of noise.
Delia went into the family room and sat down on the couch, propping her foot up on the coffee table. She tapped the bottle of nail polish against her palm then unscrewed the cap and began evenly applying it to her toe nails; it was a deep red color, titled, appropriately enough, “Vixen.”

“Hey.”

Delia looked up to see Will standing in the doorway. “Hey,” she said back.

“What’s going on?”

“Oh tons,” she said sarcastically.

“We need to talk—about what you’re doing.”

“We need to talk about me painting my toe nails?” she asked.

“About Grant . . . and Patrick and whatever your deal with him is.”

Delia stiffened up. “Why are you so concerned?”

“Because Patrick’s my best friend and I want him to be okay.” He sat down beside Delia. “And I care about you too.”

Delia put down her nail polish with a sigh. “It’s not perfect,” she said, “the situation with Patrick. I know that. But I don’t know what to do.” She lay back against the couch and folded her arms across her waist. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“How do you feel Delia? Just . . . give it to me straight.”

“You know how I feel, the exact same as before,” she said slightly raising her voice. “I guess I still love him.”

“Which one?” Will asked, his tone somewhat harsh.

Delia looked away.

“I’m sorry,” he said touching her arm.

She heaved another sigh wishing she had stayed in her room. At least her feet looked pretty. . . .

“Delia?”

“I think I’ll always love Patrick. You know that, God, why do I have to keep reaffirming it?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” he asked.

“I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he said with a smile.

“I can’t get Grant out of my head. I—I don’t know what I exactly feel about him, but there’s something there.”

“Are you—”

“No,” she said, not letting him ask the question she knew he was going to ask.

“You don’t?”

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “One thing at a time, Will. Look, I know you probably think I’m a slut and a whore and a bitch and tons of other things but until I can figure it all out, this is how it has to be. Just being friends with Patrick and not defining anything with Grant. I’m focusing on this month, this week, this day. Okay? I can’t let anything else matter now.”

“For now, yeah, but what happens when Patrick gets here?”

Delia was quiet for a minute, then looked back at Will. “Do you think they’d be opened to a three-sided relationship?”

This time it was Will who was quiet. “That was disturbing on a whole lot of levels,” he finally said.

Delia started laughing. “Hmm, Patrick and me and Grant . . . oh God, I am a whore!”

“No,” Will said laughing, “you’re just a sexually liberated woman who doesn’t believe in boundaries.”

“You’ve been watching Lifetime again, haven’t you?” Delia asked with a grin.

“Oh possibly,” he said looking away.

“Lunch is ready!” Lydia yelled from the kitchen.


The rest of the day was spent hanging around the house. Lydia napped while Will played video games and Delia took the time to read some scandal-filled magazines. She debated whether or not to call Patrick. She hadn’t talked to him the whole time she’d been at the beach house or the week before and that was odd since they had been talking pretty much every week. But she had just decided to wait until tomorrow when Will interrupted her reading to ask if she wanted to play against him in what looked like a rather fun, albeit bloody, fighting game.

When Lydia got up they watched TV and talked, deciding on what they’d do that night. It wasn’t long before Grant got home and everyone pitched in with dinner.

“Sorry if I acted like a jackass yesterday,” Grant apologized. “I think I’m going to be stressed for a while.”

“It’s okay,” Lydia said with a smile.

“So,” Grant said, checking on the chicken in the oven, “how’s the job hunting going?”

Lydia shrugged, mixing up a salad. “Okay I suppose. There’s a position opening up at the end of August that I applied for.”

“This is the one at Macy’s?” Grant asked.

“Yeah, Visual Merchandiser.”

Lydia had majored in business and minored in fashion merchandising, which to Delia seemed fun and glamorous, but really turned out to be kind of slow-paced. Moving to New York would be her best option, Lydia always said, but Delia knew she’d never leave the south.

“And you Delia?” Grant asked politely.

“Oh, it’s going okay,” she said thinking of the one application she had sent out. The fact that it was for a bartending position in hers and Lydia’s favorite club and had nothing to do with her History major, she thought she’d leave out.

“And I’ve already started schlepping at dad’s stupid firm,” Will groaned.

“He only let you off for the week?” Grant asked.

“So far,” Will said. “I’m hoping I can talk him into the whole month, though.”

“What about an apartment?” Grant asked Lydia.

“I’ve looked through the paper a couple times,” she shrugged. “Haven’t found anything so far. Thought I should worry about the job first.”

“Good thinking,” Grant said, pulling the chicken from the oven and setting it on the stove. “It’s done.”

Will carried bottles of salad dressing to the table while Delia helped with the drinks and two minutes later they were all sitting down to a nice dinner.

Which Delia mostly zoned out of on the account of the baseball talk that took over the conversation. Delia didn’t bother trying to join in like Lydia, she had other things to think about. Like the fact that Grant said he was going to be stressed out a lot. Now would that provide opportunities to un-stress him, or would he want to be left alone? And if the latter, would it possibly be a blessing in disguise? An awful, awful blessing in disguise. . . .

Would this be a wasted month?

“Doing anything tonight?” Grant asked.

“Going to the movies,” Lydia said.

“The new Johnny Depp,” Will said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Lydia shoved him.

“Well,” Grant said pushing his plate away, then standing. “I think it’s back to work for me.”

“More work?” Lydia asked.

“ ‘fraid so,” he said.

“But you are going to go to the fireworks with us, right?”

He nodded. “That I’m going to do. Have fun tonight,” he said, then took off for his office upstairs.

“Come on,” Lydia said, “we gotta roll if we’re going to make the 9:30.”

By the time everyone had showered and dressed it was almost nine and Lydia was having a fit. On the drive into town Will did his best to convince Lydia to forget the movie and to just go to a bar but she was having none of it.

And when he tried to get her to make out with him once in the theater she nearly smacked him.

He then extended the same offer to Delia but was again turned down.


Two hours later and the movie was over at last. Lydia agreed to go where Will wanted and he was finally happy when he was doing whiskey shots at the bar.

Delia sipped her plain Coke. She wasn’t in the mood to drink. And she certainly didn’t want to go back to Grant drunk. Assuming she’d even get to see Grant.

It was after one when they got back to the beach house; Will drunk as a skunk. Delia and Lydia both had to help him inside and up to his room as he could barely stand. For some reason he was whistling the Star Spangled Banner at the top of his lungs and Lydia had to do everything but stick her tongue down his throat to get him to shut up.

Thankfully, once his head hit the pillow in his room, he was out.

Giggling quietly, Delia said goodnight to Lydia and went to her room, stopping at first outside of Grant’s.

To see that the light wasn’t on.

“Damn,” Delia muttered and with an annoyed sighed, went to bed.


Somewhere outside an owl hooted and Delia’s eyes opened. For some reason she was extremely hot and wide awake. She’d been tossing and turning most of the night with that owl, or whatever it was, sounding like it was right outside her window. Who ever heard of owls being at the beach anyway? For one brief moment she thought maybe it was her letter from Hogwarts and had a good chuckle before sitting up and looking at the clock beside her bed.

2:37

Had she only been asleep a little over an hour? If felt like an entire night had passed since she shut her eyes. Why couldn’t she sleep? The heat? It was hot and stuffy in her room and she didn’t quite know why. Maybe Lydia had gotten up and turned the air off or something. Ugh, she was thirsty too. Now she was going to have to get up and get a drink.

She got out of bed and crept down the stairs for the kitchen, surprised to see a light already on.

She grinned when she saw who it was.

“What are you doing up?” she asked walking into the kitchen to see Grant half way in the freezer.

“Hey,” he said looking up at her. He sat a carton of ice cream down on the island, then shut the freezer door. “I’m thinking about gaining a lot of weight, maybe losing my hair, trading the jag in for an El Camino, and quitting my job.”

“Wow, you’re really embracing this whole bachelor thing, aren’t you?” she asked.

He smiled. “I couldn’t sleep.” He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a jar of fudge sauce and a can of whipped cream. “What are you doing up?” he asked, heating the fudge in the microwave.

“I don’t know. I was hot and I woke up.”

“Yeah? Want some ice cream?” he said, taking the top of the carton off. “It’ll cool you down.”

“You think?” Delia asked, sticking her finger in the ice cream. “Why don’t you check it out and let me know?” She held her finger up to Grant’s lips and he opened them with a smirk on his face.

He sucked on her finger until every last drop of ice cream was gone. “Hmm,” Grant said. “I feel distinctly hotter.”

“Hmm,” Delia said back, a wicked little smile forming on her lips. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t be eating it.” She picked up the ice cream, gave grant another smirk, then turned and headed for the stairs.

Grant quickly grabbed the toppings and followed her.

As soon as they got to Delia’s room they were all over each other. Delia could barely contain herself as she thought about when those lips that were leaving bruises on hers would soon be traveling down her body.

She pushed Grant down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.

“So, you’re stressed, huh?” she asked, a bit out of breath.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Think you could help me alleviate some if it?”

“I’d certainly like to try,” she said, pulling his shirt up over his head.

Grant reached up and pulled her down to him, sneaking his tongue back in her mouth.

Delia ground her body into him, nudging his body to respond to hers.

Which it soon did.

Grinning, she pulled away from him. She leaned over to the table beside the bed and grabbed the jar of hot fudge and a spoon.

“Hungry?” she asked.

“I could eat,” he said, sliding his finger down her tank top and past her bellybutton stopping just above a rather sensitive area.

Delia opened the jar and spooned out a bit. “It’s hot,” she said, then dropped some of the chocolate onto Grant’s nipple.

He gasped out and arched his back.

Immediately Delia lowered her head to Grant’s chest and licked away all the sticky fudge. She then sucked on his nipple, soothing away any of the remaining burn.

“That was yummy,” she said, looking up at him.

“You’ve got chocolate right there,” he said touching her lip.

“Hmm, better get it off,” she said.

“I better,” he said, pulling her to him and licking the chocolate from her bottom lip, then sucking it into his mouth for a minute before fully kissing her.

“Mmm,” Delia moaned as Grant’s tongue massaged her own. His hands found their way under her tank top and began kneading her breasts.

Delia moaned again and Grant unlocked his lips from hers, then slid her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. He reached up and captured one of Delia’s nipples between his lips. With a moan, she leaned down into him and his teeth closed around the hard little bud.

“Mmm,” she groaned and sat up. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” she said.

“Oh you are,” he said leaning up and kissing her neck.

She wriggled away from him and leaned back over to the bedside table to pick up the ice cream, then retrieved the spoon she had left fall to Grant’s stomach.

“This is good vanilla,” she said, tasting the ice cream.

“Yeah?” Grant asked.

She nodded, then scooped a little more out and fed it to Grant.

“Mmm hmm,” he said swallowing the cold confection.

Delia took the spoon and fed him some more, this time letting a little slide down his chin.

“Oops,” she said falsely, then bent down and licked his chin from bottom to top, stopping to slide her tongue between his cold lips.

They kissed for several minutes with Delia trying her best not to drop the tub of ice cream.

“I think we need some chocolate,” she said, pulling away from him. She took the jar of fudge sauce and spooned a blob out, letting it fall right below Grant’s bellybutton.

Grant sighed out again as the hot chocolate touched his skin.

Delia dropped her head to his stomach and blew on the sticky fudge, then slid her hands up Grant’s thighs to the waist band of his boxers and slowly tugged them down and off him.

“Mmm,” she said before sticking her tongue out and spreading the chocolate down, down, down until she was bathing his hard cock.

Grant bucked his hips and closed his eyes as Delia’s mouth began sucking on his stiff flesh.

She released him from her mouth and trailed just her tongue down his length, stopping when she got to the head to suck, softly at first, then harder and harder until Grant cried out.

Smiling, Delia slid her mouth back up Grant to his stomach where some fudge still remained; she quickly sucked it all off him.

“Delia,” he moaned, pulling her to him for a kiss. He moved his hands down to her waist and swiftly rid her of her shorts in no time. Then, he flipped her over to her back, breaking the kiss.

“Gonna get these sheets all sticky,” he said, crouching over her.

“Guess someone’ll have to wash them,” she said.

Grant grabbed the ice cream, scooped out a good sized portion, and dropped it on Delia’s stomach; she gasped out from the cold. He then reached for the fudge sauce and covered the vanilla ice cream with it.
“What are you doing?” Delia asked as Grant seized the can of whipped cream from the table and squirted some out.

“Making a sundae,” he said looking at her, then he lowered his mouth to Delia’s stomach.

She giggle as Grant lapped at her. His lips and tongue trailed up and down her body, spreading as much of the sticky mess as he could. His mouth swept up her body and coated both her breasts in the sweet concoction, then back down her stomach to her bellybutton where he began to lick it all off.

Delia sighed and pushed herself up to meet his sweet mouth as it glided over her now-cool skin.

Grant sucked off the ice cream from her stomach, then traveled farther up, stopping to lick her breasts clean.

“Mmm,” she moaned out, bringing her hand up to his head to clutch onto him.

He started sucking her nipples, gently scraping them with his teeth and she cried out his name.

“Hmm?” he said.

“Messy boy,” she said with a grin and reached up to lick the excess ice cream and chocolate from his face.

His lips quickly closed around her darting tongue and he sucked on it for a second before fastening his lips to hers in a sticky, messy, knee-weakening kiss.

“Grant,” she moaned when they parted for air.

“Yeah?” he asked, letting his fingers trail down her stomach, past her bellybutton.

“I want you now,” she said.

He picked up the can of whipped cream and touched the somewhat pointed tip to her stomach, then slowly, dragged it down, down, down until she could feel it press into her.

She sucked in a breath as Grant slid the tip of the can inside her.

“Grant,” she gasped, biting her lower lip.

He slid it back out, then squirted whipped cream up the length of her sex.

Then, his tongue out, he dove for it.

“Ohh!” Delia cried as Grant’s tongue pushed the cool cream into the heat inside of her, then lapped it up. She wiggled beneath him, her hands now locking onto the bed sheets as his tongue licked her up and down.

“God, yes, Graaant,” she moaned, closing her legs around his head. She arched up into him dying for more of his talented tongue.

Grant sucked every last bit of whipped cream off from her and out of her until she was as clean, albeit sticky, as could be. He thrust his tongue back inside her to stab at her clit once before sitting up all together.

“Grant,” she cried, pulling him down to her.

That was all that needed to be said. Grant’s cock was inside her before his name was off her lips.

He groaned as he slid himself all the way in, his eyes almost watering from the grip she had on him. She was still so tight and soft and fucking flooded for him and he thought his heart was going to give out from the pace he was thrusting.

Delia’s hands had found their way to Grant’s back and they were holding onto him for dear life. She moaned and gasped beneath him as his swollen hardness filled her over and over again. God, he felt so good. So incredibly good. Could she die from pleasure? Because she thought she just might.

“Delia,” he groaned deeply, his sticky stomach almost violently smacking up against hers.

Her lips caught his and their tongues immediately sought out each others, as if they had no choice but to glue themselves together.

A thrust, a harder thrust, one more and Delia was gone; her cry of release stifled by Grant’s eager tongue.
Delia’s body went limp as waves of sheer pleasure crashed around her.

Grant continued sliding himself into her; over and over he went, until he came with something between a gasp and a groan.

His body collapsed on top of hers.

“Now we need to shower,” he said, panting.

Delia forcefully shook her head. “Don’t move,” she said, her arms coming up around his back. She was suddenly very, very tired.


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Chapter three is on the way.