Lydia's Dad--Summer Vacation

AN: When we last left off Delia and Grant were, where else, in bed...

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“Oh shit!”

Delia’s eyes popped open. Groggily she saw Grant jump up from the bed and pull his shorts on.
“What time is it?” Delia asked with a yawn, noticing the weak sunlight coming in through the windows.

“Time for me to be up and dressed,” Grant said looking around for his shirt. “No alarm clock in here,” he grumbled. “Shit, I’m going to be late.”

“I’ll find your shirt later,” Delia said.

“Thanks,” he said, then bent and kissed the top of her head before practically running from the room.

He quickly strode down the hall for his room.

“Dad?”

Grant’s heart leapt into his throat. He stood there, frozen like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

“Dad, what are you doing?”

Slowly Grant turned around to see a sleepy-looking Lydia standing in the middle of the hall.
“What?” he asked, still shocked.

“What are you doing running around half naked like that? What if you ran into Delia or something?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

“Um,” he said, “I guess I didn’t think of that. I’m just so used to being alone here.”

“Well, what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be on your way to work?”

“I overslept. What are you doing up, young lady?” he demanded.

“Going to the bathroom,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“Well . . . fine. Um, I’m going to be late,” he said, then took off for his room and threw himself inside.

“God, he’s getting weird,” Lydia muttered.


Delia gazed up at the sparkling sun, which was still blindingly bright even through the tinted lenses of her sunglasses. The sky was a gorgeous blue with nary a cloud in sight.

She, Lydia, and Will were out on the deck by the pool trying to soak up some rays without going into a heat-stroke.

“Is the water warm?” Lydia asked Will, the only one who had been in the pool so far.

“It was when I got in,” he said. “But since we’ve been baking out here for an hour it’s probably gonna feel like ice.”

Lydia frowned. “It’s so hot,” she said.

“So what’s the deal with tonight?” Delia asked.

“Well,” Lydia said, “we always used to have a big family cookout every fourth and then we’d all go to the fair and watch the fireworks. But we kinda stopped when the kids all started getting older. Sucks,” she said frowning again.

“So what’s the plan for tonight then?” Will asked.

“When dad gets home we’ll do dinner; grilling out of course. Then we’ll hit the fair and the fireworks. So it can pretty much be like it used to be,” Lydia said, smiling this time.

“Sounds fun,” Delia said smiling herself.

The day passed rather quickly, much to Delia’s excitement. She had always loved fairs and fireworks and she was looking forward to spending some time with Grant out and about. Sure, the others would be along, and that was fine, it’d be fun just hanging out with all of them.

After a few hours by the pool Delia went inside to get ready. She wanted to look her absolute cutest; kind of a you can look, but you can’t touch. Well, at least until we get back home thing.

She took her time showering up and washing and conditioning her long hair, then drying it and brushing it out full and shiny

She chose a pair of dark blue hipster shorts that did wonders for her ass, and a fitted red tank top that showed off her patriotic side and her chest.

“You look cute,” Lydia said once Delia made her way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Oh thanks,” Delia said with a smile. “So, what are we supposed to be doing?”

“Well, we’ve got to marinate the steak before dad can grill it, so, I guess that’s what we’re doing,” Lydia said. She pulled out a pack of meat from the refrigerator and sat it on the table.

Delia fetched a pan and the marinade but left the messy job of actually putting the steak in it to Lydia.

“So what’s the fair like?” Delia asked Lydia as she took a seat at the bar.

“Oh it’s the best,” Lydia gushed, poking the stake around in the sauce with a barbecue fork. “There’s a Ferris-Wheel, and teacups, and a fun house, and usually a tunnel of love type ride. Oh and tons of games and cotton candy and it’s really the most fun ever!”

“Sounds like fun,” Delia said, thinking of a way for her and Grant to sneak off to the Tunnel of Love. “Uh, should I start baking the potatoes?”

“They’re already in the oven,” Lydia said. “And the salad’s tossed, so we’re good.”

“Oh, good then,” Delia said.

The front door opened; Grant was home.

“In the kitchen!” Lydia yelled.

A little jolt of nerves went through Delia. For some reason she was really excited about being out with Grant. Well, not that she was going to be out with him specifically, but still.

“Hey,” Grant said as he made his way into the kitchen.

Delia looked up at him and her heart fell from her chest and skidded across the floor.

There was a woman with him.

“This is Taylor, a friend from work,” Grant said. “She didn’t have plans today so . . . . This is my daughter Lydia.”

“Of course,” Taylor said with a big smile. “Grant’s always talking about you.”

“Only believe half,” Lydia said with a smile, shaking Taylor’s hand.

“And this is Delia, Lydia’s friend,” Grant said.

“Nice to meet you,” Taylor said.

“You too,” Delia said back feeling like she wanted to throw up.

The sliding doors opened and Will came in. “The grill’s ready,” he said, stopping when he saw Taylor.

“Will, this is dad’s friend Taylor,” Lydia said. “Taylor, this is my boyfriend Will.”

They exchanged hellos and then Lydia whisked her off to the deck.

“Delia,” Grant said tentatively when they were alone.

“Hmm?” she said with an air of indifference.

“I didn’t mean to invite her. We were talking about the holiday and she said she didn’t have any plans and it just sort of happened.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” she said just as coolly.

Grant smiled. “I think I’m going to like you jealous,” he said, then took off for the deck.

Delia immediately followed.

Outside the men lorded over the grill while the girls sat at the patio table and talked. Well, some of them talked, Delia listened. Mostly she pouted.

Delia was usually pretty confident with herself; she watched what she ate, she exercised, she dressed well, she took care of herself. But she felt like a troll next to Taylor.

The lovely Taylor with hair like golden spun wheat, more curves than an Alpine mountain road, legs a runway model would murder for, and a perfectly tailored Donna Karen suit.

Delia wanted to claw her eyes out.

She had to sit all through dinner while Grant and Taylor talked about work and mutual friends and other boring things that they made seem glamorous and fun. It didn’t help either that Lydia kept chiming in and seemed to really like Taylor.

But thankfully dinner was soon over and everyone piled into Grant’s car to head to the fair grounds.
Delia had been so looking forward to this day and now all she wanted to do was go back to the house and go to bed.

Why though? She had no ties to Grant; he wasn’t spoken for.

Well, maybe silently he was.

No, Grant wasn’t her boyfriend, he wasn’t her . . . anything. But God did it hurt seeing Taylor with him.
This isn’t good, Delia, she said to herself. You’re just jealous, that’s all. Simple playground stuff. The other kid is trying to take your toy.

But the other kid had a lot more in common with the toy than Delia did. They could carry on conversations about real topics, they knew the same people, liked the same things, went the same places. What did Delia have in common with the toy?

They played well together. . . .

Stop calling him your toy!

She felt sick.

“Delia?”

“What?” Delia said quickly, raising her head from where it rested against the window.

“We’re here,” Lydia said.

“Oh. Yeah.” Delia quickly got out of the car.

The five of them made their way out onto the grounds and despite Delia’s souring mood, she smiled.

There were rides and games set up everywhere and the smell of cotton candy came from all directions.

“Well, what first?” Grant asked.

“Ferris wheel!” Lydia exclaimed taking Will by the hand and running to the enormous wheel at the back of the grounds like she was a toddler or something.

“So Delia how long have you known Lydia?” Taylor asked as they followed Lydia and Will.

“Oh since about birth,” Delia said, trying to sound polite.

“You must be something like a second daughter to Grant, huh?”

Delia cast Grant a look.

“She’s like family all right,” Grant said quickly. “Quite the turnout here, isn’t it?”

Grant and Taylor chatted until they caught up with Lydia and Will at the Ferris wheel.

“Come on, they have room for us,” Lydia said waving them over. “Delia you can sit with Will and I’ll ride with dad and Taylor, okay?”

“Fine,” Delia said, starting to feel murderous again. Fifth wheel much? She might as well eat her weight in candy apples and cotton candy and call it a night.

Lydia, Grant, and Taylor got in a seat; the wheel went up a few feet, then stopped again letting Delia and Will get on. Then it started its rounds.

“So,” Will said.

“So what?” Delia asked.

“So how badly do you want to tear her hair out?”

Delia grinned.

“That much, huh?”

“She seems nice.”

“Yeah.”

“And I have no expectations with Grant whatsoever.”

“Uh huh.”

“So it’s fine, whatever.”

“Right. You hate her.”

“I hate her,” Delia said.

Will grinned. “I can see why, she’s hot, plus she’s Grant’s age so she has way more in common with him than you do.”

“Yeah, thanks Will, I didn’t realize any of that,” she said sarcastically. She turned away from him and stared out onto the grounds. Everything was lit up bright and shiny; totally opposite from Delia’s mood. She felt like throwing things at all the happy people below her.

It wasn’t long before they were on their next ride, then another and another before Grant and Will tried their hands at some games. Grant of course won a somewhat tacky looking, but cute nonetheless, stuffed bear which ended right up in the scaly claws of Taylor. It wouldn’t even have been so bad had Will not won something for Lydia too. Delia felt like crying. The boys offered to keep trying for her but she declined, anger billowing behind her calm appearance.

Grant bought everyone a cotton candy next and after a few more rides it was time for the fireworks.
“Damn, I forgot to bring a blanket,” Lydia said as they trekked out with a swarm of people into the field where the fireworks were being let off.

“Ah, we don’t need a blanket,” Grant said stopping and plopping down on the grass.

At least some satisfaction was had when Delia watched Taylor maneuver herself onto the ground while trying not to flash anyone with her skirt.

Lydia and Will cuddled together and Taylor was practically on top of Grant, leaving Delia alone once again.

Why can’t this fucking day just be over? she thought miserably.

The fireworks started.


Back at the house everyone piled into the family room while Grant said goodnight to Taylor. Delia’s mood was still decidedly unpleasant.

“Tonight was fun,” Will said.

“Wasn’t it?” Lydia said. “I miss that.” She turned to Delia with a frown. “You were miserable, weren’t you?”

“I just didn’t realize I was going to be the fifth wheel.”

“Oh you weren’t,” Lydia said apologetically. “But Taylor does seem nice, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Delia nodded wanting to smash something.

“Maybe I was wrong about older chicks,” Will said thoughtfully.

Lydia elbowed him.

Grant came back in the room and Will and Lydia both erupted in whistles and catcalls.

“That’s about enough of that,” Grant said.

“I like her,” Lydia said. “Are you going out with her again?”

“That wasn’t a date,” Grant said firmly.

“Well, when’s the date going to be?” Lydia asked.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” Grant demanded.

“Actually yeah, we’re going for a walk on the beach and then I’m gonna make Will build a bonfire,” Lydia said getting up from the couch. “Wanna come Delia?”

“That’s okay, I think I’m going to call Patrick, then head to bed. I’m tired.”

“See you in the morning then. Happy Fourth of July,” Lydia said, then disappeared into the kitchen and out the glass doors with Will, leaving Delia and Grant alone.

Delia went to leave the couch but Grant stopped her.

“Don’t go,” he said.

Delia leaned back and Grant sat beside her.

“I’m sorry,” he said sounding sincere.

“For what?” she asked, her voice toneless.

“For springing her on you. I didn’t plan on inviting her along.”

“You said that already.”

“It wasn’t very considerate of me.”

“Grant, you don’t owe me anything,” she said, her voice still cool.

“How about common courtesy?” he said.

Delia said nothing.

“I’m sorry,” he said, leaning over to her ear. “I’m sorry.” He kissed her neck. “I’m sorry.” Then he moved to her jaw. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he chanted until his lips met Delia’s and she finally smiled.

“You’re forgiven,” she sighed.

“That easily?” he asked. “Don’t you want me to show you how sorry I am?” His lips went back down her neck.

She giggled. “I have to call Patrick.”

“It can wait,” he said.

“Maybe I should make >I>you wait,” she said arching her eyebrows.

“This isn’t about me, it’s all about you,” he said, his lips inching down her collarbone.

“No, I don’t think so,” she said, still grinning. “Not tonight.”

“But I need to make it up to you,” he whined, kissing her bottom lip. His hand slid down her stomach and back up, underneath her shirt, and inside her bra.

“Well,” she gave in, her eyes closed. Damn it, she had absolutely no will power when it came to Grant!

Grant stood up, swept Delia up in his arms and carried her up the stairs to her room.

“Now remember, you said it was all about me,” she said as he lay her on the bed.

“That’s what I said,” he said, slipping her shoes off. “Shall I call you mistress?”

Delia grinned. “Hmm, that has promise. But ‘mistress’ sounds kinda old to me.”

“Does it?” he asked. “Because if you wanted to call me master, I don’t see any problem with it.”

“Oh no?” she asked, grinning again. “Well, I tell you what: if you’re good, one of these days,” she leaned up to his ear, “I’d be overjoyed to call you master,” she said moaning the last part.

Grant let his head fall to Delia’s shoulder with a groan.

“Are you gonna be good?” she asked.

“Perfect,” he said raising his head.

“Good,” she smiled.

“And I’ll start,” he kissed her lips, “now.” He slid his hands up her sides and slipped her shirt off, then an instant later removed her bra. Without stopping, he slid her shorts down her legs, then made short work of her underwear.

Without warning, he bent his head and slid his tongue up the length of her sex.

Delia closed her eyes below him and sighed deeply.

Grant’s mouth inched up Delia’s body, over her bellybutton, up her stomach, and between her breasts to stop at her neck where he began administering kisses.

She relaxed her body, allowing the soft touch of his lips to build the desire inside her. His tongue came out to trace over her veins and Delia’s heart skipped a beat. Her neck was definitely a sensitive area.

“Mmm,” he moaned, “you taste good.” His lips trailed past her neck and down her chest to stop at an attention-desperate nipple.

He stayed there for a while, licking and sucking and otherwise tormenting the hard little buds making Delia sigh and moan out with each breath she took.

“Are you ready for me?” Grant asked.

With a shudder, Delia nodded.

“Let’s see. . . .” he said. He slid his hand down Delia’s thigh and slipped two fingers between her legs.

At the feel of his stiff fingers inside her, Delia moaned and pushed herself up toward him.

“Yeah, you are,” he said, his voice deep.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what?” he asked, dipping his tongue in her bellybutton.

“Touch me,” she sighed.

Grant trailed his finger down Delia’s abdomen, stopping just at the entrance to her sex. “You know,” he started, “I like being told please.” He slid the finger forcefully inside her, then quickly back out.

Delia moaned. Damn but she was wet for him. So utterly flooded, and so quickly too, she just wanted him to take her completely. “Please,” she said, her voice taking on an air of need.

Grant slid the finger back in and thrust a few times, Delia bucking her hips. “You’re such a good girl,” he said, squeezing her clit with his thumb and forefinger.

This time Delia cried out.

Grant then dropped his head to Delia and slid his tongue inside her heat, causing her to lose all ability to think.

Moan after moan, sigh after sigh flew from her lips in pure ecstasy. Her hands fell to him and threaded through his hair, gripping and jerking and holding on for dear life. She dug her head into the pillow, letting the bliss consume her. His tongue stroked her up and down, plunging impossibly deep, then stabbed at the little bundle of nerves. He was sucking on her, licking her, stabbing his delicious tongue in and out of her sensitive flesh and she simply couldn’t take anymore.

With a cry, her body exploded around her, sending shockwaves up to her brain and down to the tips of her toes.

She kept her eyes shut for an entire minute while she let her body calm down. That had been an amazing orgasm and she felt spent. A smile split her lips and she giggled.

“What?” he asked, scooting back up her body.

“Maybe you should invite Taylor over more often.”

“Would you really want that?” he asked kissing her nose.

“Not even,” she said locking her arms around his neck and kissing him. She slid her legs around his waist and nudged up against him until he was rock hard and pressing into her.

Grant groaned but didn’t break the kiss.

Still keeping her lips on his, Delia reached down and undid Grant’s pants, letting his swollen cock spring free.

He was still dressed and Delia would have preferred skin against skin but all she wanted now was for him to be inside her.

She slid her hands up over his ass to his hips and pushed him forward, her tongue still buried in his mouth.

Grant’s hands found her own hips and he thrust himself inside her.

Their mouths finally parted as Delia groaned out, her head rising from the pillows.

Grant’s lips settled somewhere around Delia’s neck as his thrusting increased in pressure and rhythm.
She tried to relax and let his prowess take over but she couldn’t keep her body from trembling and bucking. She knew she wasn’t going to last long even though she just came; that didn’t matter with Grant. He could probably make her come in her sleep.

“Oooh,” she cried out, biting down on her bottom lip. He was going deeper with each thrust and Delia wanted to cry from the incredible sensations zooming through her body. She groaned once more and saw stars behind her closed eyes as she came for a second time that night.

Her mind was reeling, her body panting, her arms limp at her sides. She was out of breath and exhausted and couldn’t think clearly until Grant had collapsed on top of her with a sigh.

“Fuck,” he groaned in a fulfilled kind of way.

Delia smiled lazily and slid her arms around his back.

Boy she was tired.

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Part 4 soon.