Lydia's Dad--Summer Vacation

Tuesday morning dawned bright and . . . not very early. When Delia finally awoke, the clock on the table beside her bed told her that it was after 10:30. She didn’t know what time Grant had gotten up last night, but he hadn’t been there to get up that morning. She liked it when he stayed. Though risky and not entirely convenient for him, it made Delia feel good. Or something.

Fighting back yawns, Delia got up and managed to throw on her bathing suit and a pair of shorts. The others were surely out on the beach by now but all Delia wanted to do was go back to bed. These late nights with Grant and early mornings with Lydia and Will were starting to take their toll on her.
But she wasn’t complaining.

She pulled her door shut and went down the hall and down the stairs to the kitchen, but no one was there.

“Must already be out,” she said and went out onto the deck.

No one on the deck.

“Hello?” she said, then walked to the steps leading down onto the beach.

No one out on the beach either.

Frowning, Delia made her way back inside and, after looking in the family room, back upstairs.

Lydia’s door was pulled shut; so was Will’s; were they still asleep?

She strained her ears for any sounds, then knocked on Lydia’s door.

“Oh yeah baby, suck it!” came a male voice from behind the door.

“Oh gross,” Delia groaned and began to walk away but—

“He’s just being a smart ass Delia,” Lydia yelled from inside her room. “Come in.”

Delia opened the door and found Lydia and Will lying in bed, but both clothed.

“We’re just being lazy,” Lydia said. “Climb in.”

Delia scooted in beside Will who immediately put his arm around her.

“Morning, Delia darling,” he said.

“Morning,” Delia said back.

“Hey, this is weird,” Will said, “I think I’m getting de ze’vous.” He pulled both Delia and Lydia closer to him with a smirk. “History does repeat itself, you know?”

“Not this history,” Lydia said.

“Ha, I’ll just get you drunk,” he said.

“I don’t want to share you today, ever think of that?” Lydia asked, snuggling closer to Will.

“But you want to share me other days?” he asked.

Lydia elbowed him.

“Delia babe,” Wills started, “would you mind terribly if I took Lydia out tonight?”

“Why would I mind that?” Delia asked.

"Because you know what day it is, don’t you?” Lydia asked.

“Um,” Delia said.

“July sixth!” Lydia said.

“Ohh yeah, anniversary,” Delia said. “Of course I don’t mind.”

“Well, we might not get back until kinda late,” Will said.

“You guys should go out,” Delia said. “I’m cool with just hanging out at the house. Not a problem.”

“Goodie,” Will said, kissing the top of Delia’s head. Then he whispered, “I’m sure you’ll find something to do.”

“You and I’ll hang out one day,” Lydia said, “just the two of us. Will and dad can do something maybe.”

“How thrilling,” Will said dryly.


Delia sat at the bar in the kitchen while Lydia adjusted the strap of her black sandals. Will was still getting dressed and Lydia was afraid they were going to be late. They had reservations at some fancy Italian place at eight, but Lydia got to pick out her present first and she just didn’t know how long that would take.

“He won’t give me a limit, but it has to be reasonable,” Lydia said, now sitting beside Delia.

“So are we thinking jewelry or something Louis Vouton or Jimmy Choo or what?” Delia asked.

“I don’t know,” Lydia said thoughtfully. “But putting up with Will for as long as I have, I think I deserve something nice.”

“Oh definitely,” Delia said with a laugh. “What are you giving him?”

“I’m going to let him pick something out too. He’ll probably want some stupid video game.”

“Talking about me?”

Both girls looked up to see Will walk into the kitchen. He was wearing a perfectly-fitting black Calvin Klein suit, minus a tie, and his blonde hair was tousled in that It-took-me-two-hours-to-do-this-but-it-looks-like-I-just-got-out-of-bed way. He looked, in a word, yummy. But then again Delia had always been a sucker for a man in a suit.

“Don’t you look good,” Lydia said, eyeing Will up and down.

Delia nodded. “So about that threesome?”

Will laughed loudly. “You know where my room is, babe.”

“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Lydia said, then smiled. “Though you know Will, with Delia having officially broken up with Patrick, she might need to borrow you. Get her some relief.”

Will sighed heavily. “Fine. For you> Lydia I will bang Delia’s brains out. But only because you want me to.”

“So kind of you,” Delia said sarcastically.

“Well, we’re going to have to go if I’m picking out my present before dinner,” Lydia said

“Yeah, yeah,” Will said, “promise me you’ll let me say a proper goodbye to my first paycheck.”

“I promise,” Lydia said airily. “Bye Delia.”

“Have fun,” Delia said and blew a kiss to Will who blew one back.

Again Delia was reminded about what she missed in relationships. Going out together and having fun. When was the last time she and Patrick had went out? On an actual date? Way before spring break, before they had officially broken up. Even when they had gotten back together after the break they didn’t go on real dates. They went to parties or a club with Lydia and Will, but no dates. No dinners, no movies, no walks in the park.

And of course she wouldn’t be going out anywhere with Grant.

Well, they did go out that one night she was first there. That was certainly fun now wasn’t it? But that was when no one else was around; she couldn’t expect something like that to happen again.

Lydia and Will would be gone for quite a while tonight though, leaving Delia and Grant hours of time together. Hours that would definitely have to be put to good use.

Feeling rather lively, Delia went upstairs to grab her beach bag, then made her way outside and down onto the beach.

The sun was still blindingly bright but the ocean seemed to be generating a nice breeze and Delia stretched out on a big blanket on her stomach.

Oh how it was a nice day. . . .


It was still a nice day an hour later when Delia heard her name being called from somewhere distant.

She’d respond when whoever it was that was talking to her came a little closer.

“Delia?”

She opened her eyes.

The sun was starting to go down but the temperature was still as hot as ever. So was the man in a suit and tie standing over her.

“Grant?” she said sleepily.

“Where is everyone?”

“Anniversary,” she said sitting up. “They went out to dinner and shopping and whatever.”

“Oh yeah,” Grant said, “five years. I don’t even remember life before Will. You fell asleep out here?”

Delia nodded and touched her back with a wince. “I think I may have gotten burned.”

“It looked red. Turn around,” he said.

Delia did so and Grant let out a little gasp.

“Bad?” she asked.

“Oh you’re going to feel it pretty soon.”

With a groan Delia stood up. “I’m so retarded. How did I let myself fall asleep?”

“It’s easy to do,” Grant said, grabbing her bag and blanket for her.

They headed up to the house and in the kitchen where Grant deposited Delia’s things and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. “Here,” he said, giving the bottle to Delia, “you need to stay hydrated.”

“Thanks,” she said and took a swig.

“Guess it’s just us for dinner,” he said.

“And unlucky for you, I can’t cook. At all.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I can then,” he said.

Taking another drink of water, Delia leaned against the bar and groaned. “I’m feeling it now,” she said.

“Let me see,” Grant said.

Delia turned around and Grant dropped his head to examine her back.

It was red all right; very red.

“You definitely need to put something on it.”

“I think I might have some trouble doing that.”

Grant went back over to the refrigerator, rummaged around a bit, then came back with a plastic bottle full of slimy looking green gel. “Aloe,” he said. “Come on, I’ll put it on you.”

Delia followed Grant into the family room and stretched out on her stomach on the floor.

“This is going to be cold,” he said, bending down and positioning himself over Delia’s back. He squirted a dot of the gel onto Delia’s back and began rubbing it in.

Delia sighed out.

“Good, bad, stop, what?” Grant asked.

“Feels good,” she said. “It’s cold at first but . . . it feels incredibly good.”

Grant kept rubbing. “Your skin is so hot. God you’re burned.”

Delia nodded, closing her eyes. His hands were like heaven on her back, soothing away the burn and ache; incidentally making her ache someplace else. . . .

“Take it off,” she said when he reached the back strap of her bathing suit top.

Grant undid the little hook and let the separate pieces fall down to her arms. He squeezed out some more of the cold aloe and slid his hands all the way up Delia’s back and all the way down to the top of her low-cut bikini bottom.

Delia moaned out.

His hands slid up her sides, barely touching the sides of her breasts. He eased them back down once more before removing them completely from her. Before she could protest, however, he had squeezed more aloe out, this time on the backs of her thighs, and was massaging it in.

“Grant,” she intoned, biting on her bottom lip. Her legs hurt but oh God did Grant feel good on her. His strong hands easing away the sting of the sunburn ignited a fire in her abdomen. She wished those hands would make their way inside her bikini bottom, which was starting to become uncomfortable.

"Delia?” he said, his mouth at her ear.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask,” he said with a chuckle.

“Whatever it is, the answer’s yes,” she said.

“Good to know,” he said, letting his hand slid down Delia’s back and over her hip. His fingers darted down the bottom of her bathing suit, but he was only teasing.

“Grant,” she moaned urgently.

“Okay baby,” he said in her ear and two fingers slid down her bikini bottom and up her sex.

Delia groaned.

Grant pushed both fingers in and stroked Delia up and down.

“Oooh,” she moaned, pushing down on his fingers.

Grant’s lips dropped to Delia’s neck and he began kissing it while his fingers spread open inside of her.

She moaned out again and quick as a flash Grant’s fingers were out of her and he had rolled her over, keeping her on top while he lay on the floor.

Delia’s lips flew to Grant’s, her tongue eager to be rejoined with his.

Meanwhile, her hands undid the button and zipper of his pants and pulled his powerful hard-on free.

Grant reached up and tugged Delia’s flimsy bikini top from her shoulders and flung it aside. Then his lips attached back to hers.

Delia reached down and slowly stroked the organ that was begging for attention between them. Grant groaned out.

She pulled away from him and sat up, spying the aloe on the floor beside Grant.

“What?” he asked, raising his head and wondering why she pulled away.

She grabbed the plastic bottle and squeezed some of the gel out in her hand and immediately reached for Grant. He sighed out as her hand gripped him tighter and tighter.

“Delia,” he called out in a hoarse groan.

“Hmm?” she asked with a smile, kneading the head of his cock with her fingers.

“Fuck yes,” Grant whispered, pushing his head into the floor.

Delia bent down and kissed his chin. “It’s not going in my mouth now. Just so you know.”

“Hey, what’s a little . . . aloe?” he said through gritted teeth.

She giggled and Grant reached up to kiss her neck. “I want to be inside you,” he whined.

“Mmm, yeah,” she said, grabbing onto Grant’s shoulders and throwing her head back.

Grant’s hands slid down Delia’s back to slip her bikini bottom midway down her legs. He took her hips in his hands and raised her up, then back down on his rock hard cock.

They both cried out.

Delia thrust herself up against Grant’s chest, her mind briefly wondering why he still had his shirt on, before losing all thought to pleasure. Grant’s hands were molded to her ass, pushing her onto him again and again and Delia, not for the first time with him, thought she might die from the pure bliss of it all.

“Oooh Grant, yes,” she moaned, throwing herself on him.

“God Delia,” he groaned, his fingers now digging into her flesh.

Delia fastened her arms around his neck the best she could and abandoning all conscious thought, began riding him like a cowboy. She soon lost track of how many times she moaned and called out nonsensical things; all that mattered was that long column of hard flesh that she was sliding up and down on.

Grant turned her hips to the right and this time Delia almost screamed out. She thrust down on him once more and fireworks went off inside her body. She flung her head back as her body pulsed and throbbed around Grant. She panted, her chest rising and falling like waves crashing in the ocean. She finally let herself fall forward onto Grant’s hard chest and he came an instant later.



“Thank you for my present,” Lydia said to Will as they walked arm-in-arm up the street downtown. The restaurants and little shops were all alight and bustling and for a weekday, the whole area was rather busy.

“You’re very welcome,” Will said. “You will be wearing it for me later, won’t you?”

“Maybe,” Lydia said with a wry smile. “You know, I don’t get why guys like lingerie so much. Why bother with it?”

“It’s sort of like a present. What you really want is underneath the wrapping, but the fun of it is actually unwrapping it.”

“Well, I guess that makes sense. But I still feel bad about leaving Delia at the house.”

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Will said trying not to smirk.

“Yeah but . . . I don’t know,” she said with a sigh.

“Hey, let’s go in here,” Will said, ushering Lydia to the door of a little shop tucked back in an alleyway.

Lydia looked up at the sign over the door. “XXX Will?”

He grinned. “I’m feeling spendy tonight.”

“It’s a sex shop.”

“Uh, duh, that’s why I want to go in. Come on,” he said taking her by the hand and pulling her into the shop. “I know you have a sense of adventure Lydia, so where is it tonight?”

“It’s just, what if someone sees us?” she said looking around the shop.

“Like who? You think your dad’s somewhere around here? He’s got more important things to be doing.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Uh, you know, since all he’s doing is working. Now let’s look around.”

They walked into the shop and passed the check out counter where a man with a greasy looking ponytail stood flipping through a magazine Lydia was sure contained more pictures than articles.

“Evening,” he said as they passed.

Lydia smiled and nodded and grasped Will’s hand tighter.

There were several mannequins in lewd poses showing off scraps of material that were supposed to be clothing. A section of the store was devoted to triple X movies, while the others each had their own theme. Edible goodies, S&M, role-play, and self-pleasure were but some of the categories lining the shop.

“Ooh, let’s go here,” Will said, dragging Lydia off to the section full of things you could play with, then eat.

“Now this could be fun,” Lydia said, picking up a bottle of strawberry flavored edible bubble-bath.

“How about this?” Will asked, holding up something encased in sealed plastic.

It was a chocolate dildo that had a special pump inside that emitted marshmallow cream.

“Oh my God, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Lydia said laughing.

“I think we should get it,” he said grinning.

“You want to pay twenty-five bucks for that, go ahead,” she said.

“Fuck that,” he said putting it back. “I’ll let you use a real one for free,” he grinned again.

“Yeah but yours doesn’t produce marshmallow cream,” she said teasingly.

“It’s just as good,” he said.

“Yeah right.”

Will looked affronted. “You’re saying it’s bad?”

“I didn’t say it was bad.”

“But you—”

“Will,” she said interrupting him, “I love your cum. I would drink it like water if I could.”

“Eww,” he groaned, but grinned nonetheless and pulled her to him for a kiss.

Lydia would have liked nothing more than to stand there and let Will’s tongue play around with her own but she had the distinct feeling the guy behind the counter was watching.

“So are we getting something or what?” she asked, pulling away from him.

“I don’t think we need any toys to heighten I>our sex,” he said, kissing her neck.

“I think you’re right,” she said smiling. “But let’s get the bubble-bath anyway.”

“We can do that,” he said. “But let’s get cinnamon.”


Delia stood against the refrigerator as Grant rummaged around in the cabinets for something to eat. After their tryst in the family room Delia had went upstairs to shower while Grant promised to fix dinner. But Delia had been done for ten minutes and Grant had yet to cook anything.

“I just don’t know what I want,” Grant said, turning to face Delia.

“Want to just order a pizza?” Delia asked.

“Sure,” Grant sighed. “But we’ll have to go out and get it.”

“Goodie,” she grinned, “I’ll get to ride in the jag.”

Grant picked up the phone and dialed the pizza place. Delia took the opportunity to watch him. He still had the same clothes on that they had had sex in and they were a bit more wrinkled for it. But God he looked good. His jacket was gone but he still wore the tie and Delia’s mouth started watering at the sight of him.

“Okay,” he said hanging up. “Now we just wait.”

“So how’s Taylor?” Delia asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Doing well I’m sure,” Grant said.

“She seemed nice,” Delia said, then added, “but I hate her.”

“Well, I think she may have a crush on me,” he said, walking over to Delia.

“Oh yeah, what makes you think that?”

“She always finds some way to touch my arm or compliment me or laugh at something I say.”

Delia nodded. “She likes you all right.” She put her arms around his neck. “What will I have to do now to keep your attention, hm?”

“I’m sure we can think of something,” he said, kissing her.

Delia thrust her tongue up at Grant’s and sighed a little when she felt his thrust back.

They kissed for several minutes, slowly and deeply before Delia broke it off to drag her lips down Grant’s chin. She kissed beneath his neck and down it, then back up inhaling the orgasm-inducing scent that was all him. Part of it was definitely something Calvin Klein but the other . . . the other was all Grant Turner. And it made Delia want to literally lick him to death.

She gave a little moan as she softly sucked the skin of his neck into her mouth. Her tongue ran up a vein and over his jaw line to stop at his bottom lip, which she sucked into her mouth before sliding her tongue back in. She really thought she could come just from his kisses.


“Delia,” he said, breaking the kiss. “We have to go.”

“Would rather stay,” she said, then captured his lips again.

Grant kissed back for a second, then said, “I thought you wanted to ride in the jag?”

Delia sighed. “Let’s go.”

Grant grabbed his keys and Delia slipped on some shoes and they headed out to the garage.

The car was just as Delia remembered it; black and shiny and gorgeous.

“I love this car,” she said, letting the back of her hand slide along the side of the door.

“Me too,” Grant said.

“It’s so impressive,” she said once she had gotten inside. “And this leather is awesome.” She inhaled a deep breath and sighed. “Still smells new, mmm.”

“Would you like some time alone with it?” Grant cracked as he backed out of the garage.

“I’d like some time alone with you in it,” Delia said. She leaned back and closed her eyes luxuriating in the feel of the soft leather and glad she had on a tank top. A grin spread over her face as she conjured up the image of herself spread out in the back seat with Grant’s head buried between her legs; her bare back sticking to the leather, her hands grasping onto the seat—

“What’s that look for?” Grant asked.

“Oh nothing,” she said, still smiling.


When Lydia and Will got back it was well past midnight. After dinner they hit a few more shops, then had coffee and some sinful chocolate dessert at a little café, then parked on a bluff over looking the ocean on the outskirts of town where Will tried his best to get laid. Lydia, however, was only interested in kissing. Besides, Will knew she had always hated sex in a car.

But they were pleasantly surprised to find both Delia and Lydia’s dad asleep once they got home.

“We’ll have to be quiet,” Lydia said dropping all but one of her bags in the foyer.

Will immediately started kissing down her neck.

“No, I don’t think so,” Will said, still kissing her neck. “I’m going to make you scream tonight.”

“So you’re not sleepy?” she asked with a grin.

“Oh no, I’m up, up, up,” he said, dropping his hands to her ass.

Lydia slid her hands down his sides and up the front of his pants. “Not quite, but it’s getting there,” she said with a grin, which Will stole with his lips.

They kissed there in the entry way for several minutes before Lydia pulled away.

“Let’s play with our new toy,” she said.

“The bubble bath? Won’t that be noisy?” he asked.

Grinning, Lydia took him by the hand and led him through the house to a door beside the kitchen.

“Downstairs?” Will asked.

“Dad just had a whole new bathroom put in,” she said, now leading him down the steps.

“And I see he got the pool table fixed,” Will said as they reached the bottom floor. “I missed it during spring break.”

The room they were in was big and open and had a newly re-upholstered pool table at one end along with a bar area and a big screen TV and couch at the other end.

Lydia pulled Will into a bright bathroom that had a big, marble, Jacuzzi tub in it.

“Nice,” Will said spying the tub.

“Mom picked it out; she’d wanted it for a long time. But dad got the house and since this was an extension. . . .” she sighed and looked away.

“Baby,” Will said, pulling her into his arms, “just us tonight.”

“Mhmm,” Lydia said, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him.

Will pushed the bathroom door shut with his foot but Lydia pulled away from him and locked it. “Just in case,” she said. She went back over to the tub and turned the water on, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. She then got the bubble bath and poured some of it into the stream of rushing water.

“Smells good,” she said sniffing the air.

Big, light red bubbles started forming in the water.

Lydia turned back to Will and looked him up and down.

“You looked so good tonight,” she said to him.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, slipping his jacket off and tossing it on the counter beside the sink. “You always look good, though.” She started unbuttoning his white shirt. “I love—” she kissed his chest, “everything—” she kissed further down, “about you.” She dipped her tongue in his bellybutton.

“My we’re being altruistic tonight,” Will said with a smile.

Lydia unzipped his pants. “Anniversaries always seem to be about the girl, but you’ve been in the relationship too.”

Will nodded and kicked his pants out of the way. “And so have you,” he said, spinning Lydia around and away from him. He slid his hand up her back, bringing the zipper of her dress down with it. He slipped it from her body and was about to kick it aside with his pants when she stopped him.

“Let me hang it up.”

“It’s just a dress,” he said, locking his arms around her middle and kissing her shoulder.

“It’s a really important one,” she said grinning as he kissed her.

“I’ll buy you another one if it gets messed up,” he said, kissing up her neck.

“It was twelve-hundred dollars.”

He stopped kissing her. “You’re so spoiled it makes me sick,” he said.

“My daddy loves me,” she said grinning. She put her arms behind her around Will’s neck. “So does my Will, which is why he’s going to hang my dress up for me.”

Will groaned and untangled himself from Lydia, then grabbed her dress from the floor and hung it over a robe hook on the bathroom door. When he turned back around Lydia was standing beside the tub full of bubbles in what Will had to imagine was one of her most sexiest sets of bra and underwear. Black and lacey and see-thru in some parts.

Although he didn’t really have to imagine, did he?

“Coming?” she asked innocently crooking her finger and beckoning him to her.

“Soon I hope,” he said walking over to her.

“If you’re a good boy,” she said with a grin, then turned away from him. “Undo me.”

“Would rather do you,” he said sliding his hands up her back and kissing her neck. He unfastened the hook of her bra and tugged it free from her arms, depositing it somewhere on the floor of the bathroom.

She wriggled free from him and bent over the tub, turning the knobs off.

Will walked the short distance over to her and pulled her into a kiss before they dually removed each other’s last piece of clothing.

And then they slipped into the tub.

“Mmm,” Lydia said, resting her head against the wall. “This is perfect.”

“It is nice,” Will said, scooting his way over to her.

“And the bubbles smell all cinnamony,” she said with a smile.

“Well, they’re supposed to be edible,” he said, leaning over and kissing up her jaw line.

“Should we try them?” she asked with some caution in her voice.

“Isn’t that why we got them?” he asked, now kissing her neck.

“I mean, I know the tub’s clean and we’re clean and well—” she stopped as Will’s hand slid up her stomach and cupped her breast. The hand pawed it for a minute before sliding the rest of the way up Lydia’s chest and emerging from the water with a mound of bubbles in it.

With a light smile, Lydia opened her mouth; Will slipped his two fingers inside.

“Mmm,” she said, closing her eyes, pleasantly surprised that the bubbles tasted a lot like cinnamon candy. Will pulled his fingers out and she licked them clean, then closed her mouth back over them and began sucking.

Will let out a little groan.

He was a particular sucker for, well, sucking.

“Lydia,” he moaned, pulling his fingers away and replacing them with his tongue.

Lydia pulled Will down on top of her and he maneuvered his knees so their stomachs were touching. She pulled her wet hands up from the water and clutched onto Will’s head, plunging her tongue deeper in his hot mouth.

“I love you,” he said when they finally pulled away for air.

“I love you,” she said back leaning up and kissing his shoulder.

Will’s hands dipped below the water and slid up Lydia’s thighs, pushing them slightly farther apart. His tongue found her mouth again and they kissed as one of Will’s hands supported him on the bottom of the tub, while the other grasped onto Lydia’s hip.

“Will,” she moaned, thrusting her body up to him, feeling his hardness press into her.

“Love you,” he said again, kissing her lower lip and thrusting into her.

Lydia groaned out and slung her head back against the wall. Her hands grabbed onto Will’s hips and she pushed him into her as hard as she could.

Will’s chest slammed up against Lydia’s, his head was cradled between her neck and shoulder and he uttered a low moan as he entered her over and over again.

Lydia called out his name, the friction incredible, the sensation of the water only heightening their pleasure.

He went slow, dying from the pace and the sheer feeling. She closed around him again and again and the deeper he managed to go, the sweeter it got.

“Oh Will!” she cried again, banging her head against the tiled wall.

He went faster, dropping his hand from her hip to help brace him on the tub floor. He concentrated as hard as he could on her; moving inside of her, how he positioned himself, how she contracted around him like he was all there was in the world. He closed his eyes and thrust a bit harder and that did it.

With a shriek, Lydia came, banging her head again and digging her finger nails into the hard tile of the bathtub.

Gathering more speed with each plunge, Will came a minute later uttering Lydia’s name.

He collapsed onto her, panting.

“How much water do you think we splashed out?” Lydia asked, closing her arms around him.

“I’m not cleaning it up,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and resting his head against her neck.

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