Lydia's Dad

A/N: I just want to thank you all again for the wonderul reviews, they mean so much to me! And goodness, I\'m glad someone pointed out the mistakes in the last chapter; I sent it out late before I left to go out of town and I didn\'t go back and proof it. Bad, I know, but it should be all taken care of now. Anyway, after this one, I think we\'re up to the last chapter...

A buzzing from somewhere abruptly awoke Delia and she sat straight up in bed.

Beside her, Grant rolled to his back and opened his eyes.

“Is it morning already?” she asked, turning to him.

“Still here, huh?” he said.

“What?” Her hands flew to her hips and her expression was one of offence.

He grinned and pushed her back down to the bed. “I could get used to it,” he said and climbed over her.

“We wouldn’t want that,” she said with a grin, pulling him down for a kiss.

The power must have come back on sometime in the middle of the night because the air conditioning was back on and the room was freezing. Grant’s body was warm though and felt delicious on top of Delia.

His alarm clock went off again and he groaned.

Delia rolled him back over, then reached and hit the snooze button on the clock.

“That’s not a good idea,” he said.

“I know,” she said with a sigh, then slid over his waist and bent back down to kiss him.

Their tongues were busy and their hands were catching up when the knob of the door turned. They were completely wrapped up in each other when the door creaked opened. And they were still somewhat engaged when a shocked gasp rang out.

Delia opened her eyes.

So did Grant.

It took Delia less than a second to scramble off Grant and gasp herself when she saw the person standing there, mouth agape.

“Will?” she choked out.

His eyes were the size of dinner plates and he had on the same clothes from the day before.

“Delia,” Grant said quickly and nodded toward her. The entire top half of her body was naked and right in view of Will.

She grabbed a blanket from the bed, wrapped it around herself, and ran to the door, shutting it behind Will.

“What the fuck!?” Will said, finally over the initial shock. “What the fuck? Delia?” he sputtered at her, then quickly turned back to Grant. “Mr. Turner?”

“Will, Will, calm down,” Delia said.

“I-I thought this was my-my room,” he stammered.

“Why weren’t you in your room last night?” Grant demanded.

Will blinked. “You’re fucking Delia!”

“Oh my God,” Delia groaned. “Go to work,” she said to Grant. “And you come with me,” she said jerking Will’s arm and opening the door.

She tugged him out to the hall and into her room, quietly shutting the door.

“What the fuck did I just walk in on?” Will asked.

“If you’d just give me a chance to explain-”

“Explain? I have eyes Delia, I can pretty much figure it out!”

“Will you keep your voice down please?”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Okay,” she said, her mouth suddenly growing very dry, “um, well, you know how cool Grant’s always been. I mean, as far as dads go, he’s the kind you don’t mind hanging out with, right?”

“I guess.”

“Well, all of Lydia’s friends used to have crushes on him. And I guess I maybe had the biggest crush of all.”

“This is too weird, Delia.”

“Look, I’ve been upset about Patrick, you know that. And Grant-”

“Oh he’s Grant now? I guess he is!”

She narrowed her eyes. “Anyway, I was unhappy and he’s been unhappy, about the divorce and all, and . . . well . . .”

“Wait-the guy you met at the club? That you brought home?”

“Yeah, that didn’t exactly happen.”

“What the hell, it’s like we’re in The Twilight Zone or something.”

“Will, Lydia can’t know. Ever. Ever, ever, ever,” she said sharply.

“No shit.”

“I mean it, she can never know.”

“I know Delia. I agree.”

“Well, good.”

“But you know,” he said and a sly smile spread over his face, “I’ve never been able to keep secrets well.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, panic in her voice.

“I mean what I said.”

“And what would help you keep a secret?” she asked carefully.

“Hmm,” he said as if he were thinking, “maybe a distraction would help.”

Delia sighed. “Like in the form of a threesome?”

“Oh come on Delia,” he begged. “Just consider it. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, just, you know, be there and . . . .be there.”

“Great, are you going to blackmail me now?” she asked only half serious.

“Of course not. Why don’t I just tie you down and rape you or something while I’m at it, Delia?”

“Why do you want it so bad anyway?”

“It’s just a thing. What guy doesn’t want to be with two girls? Plus, fuck me but you looked good naked.”

“Great,” she said with a sigh.

Hr grinned. “You know I love Lydia. More than anything. But a guy’s a guy and I have eyes.”

“Yeah, yeah, and what about Patrick?”

“What about him?”

“He’s your best friend!”

“And no longer your boyfriend, ergo, you’re fair game.”

“How nice.”

“Look what Patrick doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”

“Well, I can’t disagree with that.”

“Now would it really be such a hardship?” he asked. “Sort of being with me?”

She shook her head. “No, it won’t be.”

“Are we a go?”

“Sign me up,” she sighed.

“Fucking A!” he shouted and jumped a little. “You’re so not going to regret this!”

“Let’s get a few things straight though, okay?”

“Sure, whatever, anything,” he said excitedly.

“Lydia and I won’t be doing any exploring, got it? This isn’t going to be a Jenna Jamison movie.”

“Fine,” he nodded.

“We’ll kiss and that’s it.”

“Fine again,” he said with a grin.

“And you’ll forget about what you saw?”

“It’s already forgotten. Though it\'s still really fucking weird.. . . .”


It was around ten ’o clock when Patrick gathered all his things and said his goodbyes. Will made a big deal about not wanting him to go but Delia knew it was all an act. Sure, he’d like his best friend to stay, in theory, but with Patrick hanging around Will knew there’d be no threesome.

Delia walked with him to the front door while Lydia and Will went out on the beach. Truthfully, Delia wasn’t sure how she felt. She thought it’d be easier when Patrick left, but now that Will knew what was going on, she was going to feel way too guilty being alone with Grant.

“So, I’ll see you back at school I guess,” Patrick said.

Okay, so she felt bad. She felt really bad. There Patrick was; available, gorgeous, and definitely pleasing in the sack and she was just letting him go. Why? Because she broke the number one rule in the “sex only” relationship; she was developing feelings.

“Yeah, definitely,” she said with a smile. Of course they’d have to see each other, they had a class together. And their dorms weren’t very far apart either.

“Well, okay.” He shifted the bag on his shoulder but made no move to open the door.

“Patrick?” she said.

“Yeah?”

She reached up and brought his head in for a kiss; slow and sweet and this time it was her tongue that was doing the thrusting. She owed him that. After all she had blown him off the whole time he was there for their friend’s dad and now she was going to practically be having sex with his best friend. A little tongue action was certainly deserved.

But before their hands could involuntarily take it to another level, she pulled away.

“Well, at least you’re not giving me mixed signals,” he joked.

“You know how much you mean to me,” she said touching his face. “When we get back to school we’ll work it all out. Now go before you decide not to.”

“Yeah, okay, I’m gone,” he said opening the door.

“Drive safe.”

“See you at school.”

She nodded and then out the door he went.

Digesting all that, she went upstairs and put her swim suit on, then back down to join Lydia on the beach.

Except Lydia had moved to the pool by this time and Will had decided to go inside for a while, meeting Delia at the door.

He gave her a big smile, but said nothing.

“Patrick gone?” Lydia asked when Delia stepped out on the deck.

Delia nodded. “Yeah.”

“So what’s going on?”

“I told him once we got back to school we’d work it all out,” she said and sat in a lounge chair beside Lydia.

“You mean you’re going to get back together?”

“Probably.”

Lydia grinned. “Well, I’m shocked,” she said not looking or sounding the least bit shocked.

“What?” Delia questioned.

“I remember the first time you saw Patrick. I thought you were going to come right there in the middle of the dining hall.”

“He was attractive,” Delia defended.

“And then when you found out Will was friends with him you practically forced him to hook you two up.”

“There was no force,” she said grinning.

“Oh okay, whatever,” Lydia said grinning back.

“Anyway,” Delia started, growing slightly nervous, “it’s still spring break and I’m still single.”

“Yeah?”

“And it is the time for being crazy and wild.”

“What are you talking about?” Lydia asked, sitting up.

“I think we should give Will what he wants.”

“What?!”

“I mean I thought about it and . . . why not?”

Lydia grinned. “Delia, he’s going to flip! When should we do it?”

“Hmm, probably when your dad isn’t home,” Delia said with slight sarcasm.

“Obviously. So when? Now?”

“Hell, why not?”

“This is so crazy!” Lydia said jumping up.

“That’s a good word for it.”

They went into the house; Delia staying in the kitchen while Lydia went into the family room to find Will playing video games.

“Is that all you ever do?” she asked with her hands on her hips.

“Pretty much,” he said.

“Is that all you want to do?” she asked, climbing on top of him.

“Lyd, I can’t see the screen,” he said looking around her head.

“I think I have something else for you to see,” she said taking the controller and kissing him. She grinded herself into him as they kissed and Will’s cock started showing signs of life. “Meet me upstairs,” she whispered in his ear.


Delia stood looking out the glass doors onto the beach. What a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, she thought. How could they have been so careless as to not have locked the door? It wasn’t even what she’d have to be doing with Will that really bothered her, it was that he simply knew. When it was a huge, naughty secret it was like an extra sexy bonus. Having to sneak around, though troubling at times, was definitely a turn-on. But now Will knew.

As for her appointment with Will, well, it probably wouldn’t suck. The fact of the matter was, Will was fucking hot and according to Lydia, knew exactly what a girl wanted. No, she wouldn’t be having actual sex with him, but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t ever wondered what he was like. How he kissed, how he looked. She had never wanted to sleep with him; that’d be an awful thing for a girl to want from her best friend’s boyfriend. But she was a curious girl and she always had been.

“Ready?”

Delia was startled back to reality; Lydia had come in the kitchen.

“He’s already upstairs.”

“Then I guess we should go,” Delia said.

Lydia grinned and they headed for the steps. “You know he’s going to absolutely be putty in our hands. And after this he’s going to do whatever I want, ever.”

“You’re right,” Delia said. “He’s going to owe you.”

“And you,” she said.

“Yeah,” Delia said. Actually, he wouldn’t. More than likely, she’d still owe him.

They reached Lydia’s room where Will was laying back on the bed, but set up quickly when he saw Delia.

“Uh,” he stammered, looking from Lydia to Delia and back again. Sure Delia may have agreed to do it, but

Will wasn’t certainly expecting her right now.

Lydia shut the door behind her and she and Delia walked toward the bed.

“Lydia?” Will asked.

“What?” Lydia asked as she climbed up beside Will, Delia joining her on the other side.

“What’s going on?”

Lydia shrugged. “”What do you want to go on?”

“Are you fucking serious?” he asked.
She grinned and quickly kissed his lips. “There are some rules, though,” she said sitting back up.

“Name ‘em.”

“If you fall in love with Delia, I will personally cut your balls off and feed them to you, got it?” she said while her hand began stroking over his shorts.

“Fair enough,” he nodded.

“Delia stays clothed the whole time,” Lydia said.

Considering that she was wearing a barely-there bikini in the first place, it shouldn’t have been a big deal. But Will wanted to see what he could get away with.

“What about if she just leaves the bottom on?” he asked.

Lydia thought for a moment. “Well . . . it’s up to her.”

Well, hell, Delia thought, he’s already seen ‘em anyway. “We’ll see how it goes,” she said.

“Now I don’t want to seem like a hard ass,” Lydia said, “so I understand that sometimes things just progress without anyone thinking about them. And I’m okay with that.”

“I love you,” Will said and leaned up and kissed Lydia on the forehead.

“Don’t forget it,” she said with a smirk.

And then Will’s eyes shut and the talking stopped.

Lydia slid Will’s legs apart and she straddled one while Delia climbed on the other. They jointly removed his shirt with Lydia throwing it to the floor, then they started in on him.

Two mouths--two sets of lips, two tongues traveled up and down his body. Over his chest, his abs, down his ribs, across his stomach, and dipped lower. Lydia’s hand continued to stroke him and he grew immeasurably harder by the second.

“He likes to have his nipples sucked,” Lydia said to Delia as they both hovered above his chest.

Hmm, what a coincident, Delia thought, so does your dad.

“Fingers too,” Lydia added. “Actually, there isn’t much Will doesn’t like to have sucked.”

“How shocking,” Delia said sarcastically.

“Sit up,” Will said opening his eyes. “Both of you.”

Together they leaned back and immediately Will’s hands went to Lydia’s back and her bikini top was on the floor in two seconds flat.

“Well, Delia?” he asked.

“We might as well do it right,” she said and took it off herself.

“Shit,” Will said with a sigh as two pairs of perky tits sat in front of him.

Lydia giggled and turned to Delia. “He’s so not going to last long.”

“And he should be trying to impress me,” Delia said.

“Kiss.”

The girls turned back to Will.

“I want you to kiss,” he said but it came out as more of a whinny moan.

Lydia and Delia had agreed to do this before and therefore had no problem giving Will want he wanted.

“Oh God,” they heard Will moan as their mouths were still joined.

It was a special occasion, so they made it last a little longer than they had during the game of Truth or Dare.

“Are you having fun yet?” Lydia asked when she and Delia pulled apart.

Will nodded and reached for them both, bringing them in for a triple kiss. His hands were everywhere, touching whatever they could reach.

Delia found herself responding positively when Will’s hand clutched her side and his thumb brushed over her nipple.

When they finally broke away, it was for need of air and not lack of interest. Will was breathing heavily and the bulge in his swim trunks looked painful.

“Okay,” Lydia said touching the drawstring of his shorts, “I think these can go now.”

Delia slid off Will’s leg and Lydia tugged his shorts down and off, his cock immediately springing free.

“Well,” Delia said with a smirk, “I think congratulations are in order Lydia.”

“Oh?” she asked pumping Will back and forth with her hand.

“That’s impressive,” Delia said, eyeing the column of flesh in front of her.

“It is, isn’t it?” Lydia said grinning. She looked up at Will, who had his eyes closed again, then bent her head and slid his dick in her mouth.

Delia thought the idea of being with Lydia and Will would be too weird for words, but it was turning out to be kind of . . . normal. Well, maybe not normal, but not weird either. Sure, she was naked in front of Will and his hands had been on her and she had kissed him, but it wasn’t as awkward as she was afraid it could have been. Maybe it was because they were all so close as friends. Who knew why? But as Lydia went down on him, Delia began to feel like there was no need for her anymore.

“Lydiaaa,” Will moaned thrusting up into her.

“What am I supposed to be doing?” Delia asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Will grinned. “Any fucking thing you want.”

“Hmm,” she said She scooted up and slid her thigh back over Will’s, placing one hand on his chest and the other on the bed. Poking her tongue out at his nipple, she slowly began grinding on him.

Will groaned. One hand tangled in Lydia’s blonde hair and the other shot to Delia’s back.

Delia kissed up and down Will’s neck and along his shoulders, now and then sucking on to his warm skin.

“Fuck,” Will moaned. “I want to be inside you.”

“You better be talking to me,” Lydia said and sat up.

Will rolled over, knocking Lydia and Delia to the bed. He fit himself between Lydia’s legs and slid his cock inside her.

Lydia groaned out and grabbed onto Will’s hips.

Still thrusting inside Lydia, Will leaned his head over to Delia and sucked one of her nipples past his lips.

Delia closed her eyes and, though she tried to suppress it, arched up to Will’s mouth. Lydia was always bragging about how good it was and damn but she was right. They were doing something so naughty and having Will there sucking on her nipples seemed so forbidden it only made Delia want it more. She was ready to be fucked herself.

“Wiiiill,” Lydia cried bucking her hips. He was slamming into her so fast now she was going to come any minute.

The suction of Will’s mouth increased on Delia and the center between her legs was like fire. Without even thinking, she brought her hands to his head and pushed him on her, moaning his name.

Will thrust harder into Lydia, his eyes rolling back in his head and his breath sticking in his throat as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“God, Will!” Lydia cried and, thrusting herself up to meet his body one last time, came with a groan.

Will pulled his mouth away from Delia and shoved his tongue past Lydia’s lips, coming himself.

The only sound was breathing, labored breathing as bodies heaved.

Delia, however, was still as hot and worked up as ever.

Will slid out of Lydia and as she opened her eyes, asked her a silent question.

“Oh, she deserves it,” Lydia said with a shrug.

He kissed Lydia’s chin, then rolled over on top of Delia.

“Uh, hi,” Delia said opening her eyes.

Will grinned. “This is what we won’t tell Patrick about.”

“What?” she asked, but before it was all the way out of her mouth Will’s tongue was buried between her legs.
With a gasp, she pressed her head into the bed. Okay, Delia, she thought, Will is going down on you! And Lydia’s right next to us!

But that was the last coherent thought she had. Will’s mouth worked it’s magic on her, his tongue thrusting deep inside to make her cry out again and again. When he sucked her clit past his lips she came, both her hands locked on his head and her thighs squeezing him tightly.

Then three spent bodies each drifted off to sleep.


“Do you want pizza for dinner?” Lydia asked, lying on the couch in the family room. “I think I want pizza.”

“Yeah, I could do with some pizza,” Will said sitting up from the floor. “Delia?”

“Thumbs up,” Delia said from the chair.

But no one moved to the phone.

After their get-together upstairs and a hour long nap, Delia left the others sleeping and went out on the beach. She went for a walk and processed everything that had recently happened. Not just the threesome, but her feelings about Patrick leaving and Grant.

So she admitted to herself that she was falling for him. Was she, or was it just the idea of it all? The romance of finally getting the unobtainable object of her affection? Hmm, she was constantly thinking about him, she always wanted to be with him, she liked him, and the sex was unbelievable.

Damn it, it sure sounded like love.

“I guess I’ll call it in,” Lydia said sitting up. “Oh but I’ll have to get it; the house is too far out and they won’t deliver.”

“Well, get to going girl,” Will said sitting on the couch. “I’m hungry.”

Lydia raised her eyebrows at him.

“Love you,” he said and kissed the air in her direction.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be back in a bit,” she said going into the kitchen. The door opened, then, “And no sex while I’m gone!” she yelled, then slammed the door.

Will smirked and stretched out on the couch. “We’re okay, right?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling.

“I should be the one asking you that,” Delia said.

“I gotta tell you Delia, it’s still really bizarre.”

“It is,” she agreed. “But . . . don’t think less of Grant for it.”

“Less of him? Hell, I think it makes him cooler.”

The kitchen door opened and closed again.

“Lydia?” Will said sitting up.

“No,” came Grant’s voice and a second later he appeared in the family room.

Delia sat straight up.

The tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.

“Look, this doesn’t have to be awkward,” Will said. “I’m cool with everything.”

“We’re both adults,” Delia quickly said. “So this really shouldn’t concern you, Will.”

“You know, it’s actually good that I know,” Will said. “I can keep Lydia busy for you guys.”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Grant groaned. “I’m doing laps.”

He headed for the stairs.

“Are you insane?” Delia asked.

“Are you?” he asked back.

“From now on we pretend that you don’t know, okay?” Delia said.

“Fine.”

After ten minutes of silence he spoke up again.

“You know, if Lydia and I get married and you and Mr. Turner get married, you’ll have fucked everyone in your family.”

Delia got up and walked over to the couch, grabbed a pillow from it, went back over to the chair and threw it at Will’s head.

The kitchen door opened yet again and Lydia’s voice rang out from the kitchen. “I’m back!”

“Quick Delia, get dressed!” Will yelled.

“Very funny,” Lydia said but ran into the family room nonetheless.

Will smiled at her.

“Dad’s home?” she asked.

“He’s doing laps,” Delia said.

“Hmm, he does that when he’s all stressed out. I wonder if he’s been talking to mom?”

“That’s probably it,” Will said.

Delia shot him a silencing look.

“Well, hey,” Lydia said. “Let’s take dinner out to the pool and let dad eat with us.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t bother him,” Delia said.

“Yeah,” Will agreed, “if he’s having a bad day he probably wants to be alone.”

“No, he’ll like the company. Let’s get our suits on and we can just hang out by the pool all night.”

Gee, for some reason, Delia got the impression Grant would like to have spent the evening along. Or at least not with Will. But saying no to Lydia would have been suspicious and she didn’t feel like giving it any more thought.


Outside on the deck, Lydia put the pizza and a stack of plates on the patio table while Will lugged the cooler out.

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to just bring four cups?” he asked sitting down.

Delia sat at the table dreading dinner. It didn’t matter what Will said, it was definitely going to be awkward.

And it was starting now.

Grant climbed out of the pool dripping wet and Delia’s mouth fell open and drool possibly spilt out. There was something about the way he looked wet that made her knees distinctly weaker. That and the secret knowledge that she had touched every inch of that body.

Well, not so secret, she realized as Will gave her a knowing smirk.

“Hungry?” Lydia asked her dad as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

“I think I’m just going to go and find something in the kitchen,” he said.

“No, stay,” Lydia said taking a seat at the table beside Will. “We have plenty.” She sat a plate at the space beside Delia and in front of Will. “Eat.”

“Thanks,” he said and sat.

“What happen to your back?” Lydia asked.

“What?” he asked.

“There’s a big scratch.”

Delia stuffed her mouth with pizza; Will looked away with a chuckle.

“Oh, yeah, uh, I must have scraped against the edge of the pool or something.”

Lydia chatted about various things while they ate; everyone else mostly kept silent.

“I can’t believe tomorrow’s our last day,” Will said with a sigh.

Delia sighed on the inside. After this week she didn’t know when she’d see Grant next. Maybe that would be best. If she didn’t see him, she wouldn’t think about him, right?

That logic wasn’t so logical.

When they finished, Delia and Lydia cleaned up while Grant and Will sat looking uncomfortable.

“Nice weather, huh?” Will said.

“Yes, Will,” Grant said, “the weather is nice.”

That was the extent of their talking.

“Lydia,” Will said and stood when she came back out from the kitchen, “let’s go for a walk on the beach.”

“Aw,” Lydia said smiling, “how romantic. The sun’s even setting.”

“Yeah, so let’s go. We’ll walk to the pier.”

“Delia, you want to come?” Lydia asked.

“That’s okay,” Delia said. “I’m just going to hang out here.”

“But it’ll take us at least an hour if we go to the pier.”

“I might go swimming or something.”

“When we get back we’ll watch a movie,” Lydia suggested.

“Come on, come on,” Will said tugging her toward the steps leading down to the beach.

“We’ll be back later,” she said with a grin.

“I think we’re okay,” Delia said once Lydia and Will were out of sight. “Will’s not going to say anything about us.”

“Us,” Grant intoned.

Delia nodded.

“I shouldn’t have let this happen,” Grant said shaking his head.

Delia’s breath stuck in her throat. “What?” she barely whispered.

“I should have remembered to lock the door.”

The sigh of relief she let out was enormous. “No, it’s my fault. I should have done it.”

“You thought I meant us,” he said.

“Maybe.”

“Well, it’s too late to think that.”

“Okay that was kind of offensive,” she said sitting down beside him.

“Delia,” he started and the tone of his voice was less than reassuring, “I think we should probably talk.”

“You mean I should listen while you pass some sort of sentencing?”

“No, I think we should talk.”

“I’m confused or something because this morning we were-”

“This morning we got caught.”

“But that doesn’t change anything.”

“Yes it does Delia.”

“Why?” she asked, her voice rising.

“Because it makes it real!”

That shut her up.

“Delia,” he said softly, the expression on her face making him regret the outburst.

Well, there was the answer to her not asked question of whether or not Grant may be feeling something for her. “Got it,” she said.

“I didn’t mean-”

“No, it’s fine. You’re going through a divorce and I’m reasonably cute. After all we never dated in my daydreams, just screwed around. It’s about right.”

“Delia, stop. You know I like you.”

“Yeah? You also like golfing.”

“What exactly are you mad about?”

“Nothing,” she said standing. “Not a thing.”

“Tell me.”

“Go ahead and lock your door,” she said. “Nobody’s coming tonight.” And she pushed her chair in and went inside.
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