Lydia's Dad

A/N: This is the last part, but does anything ever really end? Sorry, it took me longer than usual to get it out but I was having trouble saying good-bye!


It was a bit cooler the next day, but since it was their last, they were out bright and early on the beach. The sun was out, but it was cloudy and the chance of rain sometime that afternoon was likely.

Will had fallen asleep in his chair about twenty minutes ago; apparently his night had been quite eventful.

Delia’s sure as hell hadn’t.

She wasn’t going to think about it. She wasn’t going to let it bother her.

She was completely kidding herself.

There was no reason to be mad at Grant, whatsoever. Did she really expect him to fall in love with her or something? Delia knew exactly what she was getting into when she kissed him on the stairs at the beginning of the week. It was the silliest thing in the world to think he’d love her after a week of sex.

Great sex.

She wasn’t being fair to Grant; she hadn’t even given him a chance to talk last night. Though she didn’t really want to hear what he was bound to say.

Even if he had developed feelings it wasn’t like they could go anywhere. She couldn’t move in to the beach house, now could she? Marry a guy twenty-four years older than she was? Become Lydia’s step-mother? Ridiculous!

Delia, you like him, she thought, you don’t love him.

Right?
Er. . . .

Damn it, she was so fucking confused!

“Are you okay?” Lydia asked, turning to Delia.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Delia said.

“I don’t know, you’ve been quiet all morning. Mopey or something.”

Well, that was true.

“I’m fine,” she said.

“Is it because of Patrick?” Lydia sat up and took of her sunglasses. “Him leaving was supposed to be a good thing. But this whole week you’ve been kind of distant. School’s been seriously kicking our ass and we were looking forward to this trip for so long.”

“I know.”

“Have you had any fun?”

Delia smiled with a sigh. “Lydia, I really have. This has been one of the best weeks ever.” And it had. It had been an amazing week and she wasn’t going to let last night wreck it. She’d talk to Grant and try to clear everything up.

“The best week ever?” Lydia questioned. “We didn’t have that much fun,” she joked.

“Just being away from it all was great,” Delia said. “Off campus and out of Psyche classes. Plus it’s always nice being back here.”

“You’re right. Being away from school makes it ten times better. And I think dad liked having us too.”

“It was really nice of him to let us come.”

Lydia nodded and sat back in her chair.

When Will woke up they all got in the ocean but didn’t stay long because of the chilly temperature. Lydia pulled her camera out of her beach bag and they took turns taking pictures of each other in stupid poses, Will sneaking obscene gestures in most of his. They walked along the water’s edge looking for shells and sea rocks and by the time lunch rolled around they were exhausted.

“I don’t want to go back to school,” Lydia said as they sat at the kitchen table, eating. “This week went by too fast.”

“Yeah,” Will agreed. “But we probably have time for one more threesome.”

“That was a one time deal,” Lydia said.

“Giving me just a taste of paradise? Not fair,” he said.

“Oh we’re paradise, are we?” Delia asked.

“You know it.”

“Aw, you make us feel all special,” Lydia said.

“You know what blows?” Will asked. “I can’t tell Patrick all about this.”

“You absolutely can’t tell Patrick,” Delia said.

“Yeah, yeah, after this week it won’t exist,” he said.

That seemed vaguely familiar to Delia. After this week, she and Grant wouldn’t exist either.

They spent the rest of the afternoon back and forth between the beach and the pool but Delia was having trouble relaxing. She joined in on the random conversations as much as she could, welcoming the distraction from her thoughts of Grant.

Obviously she was going to have to talk to him when he got home. Things couldn’t be left how they were. Delia wasn’t even sure if Grant even knew why she was mad at him. Well, maybe mad wasn’t the right word.
Annoyed. Upset.

Disappointed.

It wasn’t fair at all to Grant; being upset with him, not letting him talk. Falling for him. None of it was fair, but even so, it didn’t do anything to sway Delia’s feelings. She was just stupid and clearly not as mature as she thought. It was useless simply sitting around and worrying about the situation. When he got home they’d talk and maybe figure things out.

Fortunately, the clouds dissipated and rain didn’t come so the day turned out to be rather nice. The pool was heated and ended up being an enjoyable way to spend the afternoon.

It wasn’t long after, that Grant got home and Lydia ushered Delia into the kitchen, barely giving her time to change out of her bathing suit, before forcing her to help with a big farewell dinner. It would have been a welcomed distraction except Lydia insisted that Grant help out too.

Add Will to the mix and it was weird all around.

“Dad, I need red wine for the sauce,” Lydia said standing over the oven, her nose stuck in a cookbook.

“Don’t have any,” Grant said rinsing tomatoes.

“Well, I have to have it.”

“Sorry,” he said.

Lydia groaned. “I’ll go see if there’s any in the bar,” she said, then took off.

“There isn’t any,” Grant said following her.

Delia sat at the table shredding lettuce for the salad. Or she was supposed to be. Mainly she had been watching Grant. She leaned across the table to Will, who was doing absolutely nothing. “I need to talk to Grant,” she whispered.

“Well, I’m not him,” Will whispered back.

“I need it for the recipe, what am I going to do?” Lydia said coming back into the kitchen with Grant.

Delia kicked Will under the table.

“Uh, we’ll go get some,” Will said and stood up.

“Oh. Okay,” Lydia said. “I’ll get my keys.”

If it was weird when they were all there together it was even weirder after Lydia and Will left.
Grant went about his business without even speaking.

Time was getting away from Delia. Lydia and Will would be back soon and she was determined to make it less uncomfortable.

“Are you ignoring me or what?” she finally said.

“I thought you weren’t talking to me?” he said turning to her. “You didn’t have much to say last night.”

“You said plenty for the both of us.”

“Why are you mad at me Delia?” he asked pulling a chair out and sitting beside her.

“Last night you said you thought we should talk,” she said without answering him. “What did we need to talk about?”

“Us.”

“Us. Yeah,” she said. “Look, I’m sorry; it was so stupid, this whole thing, all of it. What were we thinking? Obviously we weren’t. Do you think I wanted to get feelings for you? Do you think I wanted everything to suddenly get very complicated? No, I didn’t! Do you know how much I wanted to hear Patrick say he wanted me back? And when he did to barely even care? Because all I can think of is you! All I want is you! What am I supposed to do about that? Nothing! Because there’s nothing I can do. And I really don’t need you to tell me that. So save your self-righteousness for some other day. I know how old you are, I know who’s dad you are, I know it’s impossible. I know all that, Grant. But knowing doesn’t do anything to make me feel any differently. So that’s why I’m mad at you. Because you made me fall in love with you and I didn’t make you fall in love with me.”

It all came out in such a rush Delia couldn’t believe she actually remembered to breath. Her dry mouth was even dryer and she just wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere, have a good cry, and die.

“Are you finished?” he asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Yes,” she snapped.

“I was going to say I think we need to talk because it’s recently become apparent that . . . I might be falling in love with you.”

Delia blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” she asked, clearly not having heard him right.

“I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.”

“Wait-you said . . . you’re saying. . . .”

Grant nodded.

The grin that spread over Delia’s face was unlike any smile she had ever smiled before. She jumped up from the chair and threw her arms around Grant’s neck, practically squeezing the breath out of him.

“Delia-”

His words were cut off by Delia’s mouth. She climbed on his lap and thrust her tongue past his lips and then they were kissing. Kissing like there was no tomorrow. Because really, there wasn’t.

“How much time until Lydia and Will get back?” she asked after jerking her mouth away.

“Not enough,” he said breathlessly.

Delia frowned. “What if we were quick?” she asked.

“Do you want it to be quick?” he asked, kissing the side of her face.

“No,” she said kissing him again, this time wrapping her arms all the way around his neck.

Grant pulled her closer, making sure both her legs slid around his waist. The kiss intensified and when his hands began to inch up her shirt, Delia pulled away.

“We have to stop,” she said extracting herself from him and standing up.

“Do we have to?” he asked, leaning forward and kissing her stomach.

Delia closed her eyes as Grant’s tongue dipped in her bellybutton. His fingers slowly untied the drawstring of her shorts, slightly loosening them.

“Grant,” she sighed, a warning in her voice.

“What?” He stood up and closed his arms around her waist, dropping his mouth to her neck.

“We can’t,” she said with a grin.

“Have to make up for yesterday.”

“Who’s fault is that?” she asked as his tongue dipped in her ear.

“I don’t know, but lets either blame it on Patrick or my wife.”

With a giggle, Delia pulled away again, this time taking several steps back. “You stay where you are,” she said. “I have a salad to make.” She went over to the refrigerator, pulled out a bag of carrots, grabbed a knife from the counter drawer, and walked back to the table finding Grant still standing there. “We can talk,” she said sitting down.

“Sure,” he said and sat in front of her. “Let’s talk.”

“Okay,” Delia said, beginning to scrape a carrot.

Grant watched her for a few seconds before sighing. “What about?”

She shrugged. “Anything. Music.”

“Music,” he said. “Okay.”

“Who do you listen to when you run?”

“Depends on my mood. The Stones or if I’m feeling particularly youthful and angry maybe some original Sabbath.”

“Oh, really?” she asked sounding less than thrilled.

Grant smiled. “Maybe we’ll skip music.”

“Okay, um. . . .” she trailed off as she tried to think of something to say. They had things in common, surely. But why couldn’t she think of anything? That wasn’t a good sign. “Do you want to just make out until they get back?” she finally said.

“God yes,” he said.

It was fun, lying on the couch in the family room just kissing. Only kissing. Like they’d never even had sex before and were just beginning a relationship.

Fuck that.

She wanted him.

But thankfully, Lydia and Will got back before Delia could actually have Grant.

They scrambled back into the kitchen when they heard the car pull up and were chopping vegetables when the others came in.

They got through the cooking with ease and, at least for Delia, no tension. Will even seemed obliviously to the little looks Delia and Grant were giving each other and every time they “accidentally” bumped into each other or touched hands.

Finally the food was done and the table set.

Delia found herself starving, obviously having transferred her hunger for Grant to actual food.

“Isn’t this nice?” Lydia asked, filling her plate.

Grand nodded. “Feel free to come and cook for me whenever you like.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” she said. “About coming back for the summer. Maybe not the whole summer, mom would throw a fit, but maybe for a month or so. We can keep you company and have a final summer vacation before we have to start looking for jobs.”

“We?” Grant asked.

“Me and Delia,” she said. “You’d want to, wouldn’t you Delia?”

“Oh definitely,” Delia said with a smile.

“Dad?” Lydia asked.

“Well, I think that would be a great idea,” he said with a smile that was a little bit bigger than it probably should have been.

“Good,” Lydia said.

“And Will?” Grant asked.

“He starts at his dad’s office a week after graduation.”

“The real world sucks,” Will said frowning.

“Tell me about it,” Grant said with a nod. “So did you guys have a nice time this week?”

“Totally,” Lydia said.

“I know I did,” Will added.

Delia smile and took a sip of her drink. “Mr. Turner, I know I said it before, but I think it bares repeating that we all really appreciate this week and all you’ve done for us.”

“Well, Delia,” he said, “I’m glad you all had a good time. I needed this week. The house has been empty for a while now and I couldn’t ask for better company. It did me good.”

Delia smiled.

“Aw, dad,” Lydia said, “we’ll be back.”

“I look forward to it,” he said, glancing at Delia.

They chatted back and forth as they finished their meal and then cleaned up. Delia wasn’t about to ask Will for another distraction, but she was desperate for some more alone time with Grant. Waiting until everyone else was asleep seemed impossible.

“What are you thinking about?” Lydia asked Delia as they loaded up the dishwasher.

“This summer.”

“It’s going to be great, isn’t it?” she said. “I’m thinking July.”

“Yeah, you always used to come for the forth,” Delia said.

“You think you could get away for the whole month?”

“Oh I think I can work it out,” she said with a smile.

“Good. We’re going to have the best summer!”

“I have no doubts,” Delia said with a grin.

“So what do you think? One last evening on the beach?” Lydia asked, shutting the dishwasher and then starting it.

“I’ll get my suit on and meet you out there,” Delia said.

She quickly went upstairs but took a detour before getting to her room. Grant had went right to his office after dinner and was still there, she assumed. Lydia and Will were on their way outside which left Delia a window of opportunity. A small window of opportunity. A window not big enough for the quality sex she was anticipating, but she’d have a few minutes alone with him nonetheless.

Coming to his door at the end of the hall, she softly knocked.

“Yeah?” came the voice on the other side.

Delia went in and shut the door behind her; Grant sat in his chair behind his desk. “I have to be out on the beach in ten minutes.”

“So you’re just here to tease me, huh?” he asked, leaning forward.

“Pretty much,” she said with a smirk, walking toward him.

“You’ll make up for it later.”

“As much as I possibly can,” she said leaning down and bracing her hands on the desk.

“It’s really going to suck when you leave.”

“It’s going to suck?” she asked with sarcasm. “What, are you twenty-one now?”

“I’m just hip,” he said shrugging.

“Yeah, well, you’re definitely a little grayer than I remember,” she said looking up and inspecting his hair.

“That was uncalled for,” he said with false shock.

Delia grinned. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” She climbed up on his desk and scooted to him on her knees. “As a matter of fact, I love it.”

“You’d better get out of here,” he said leaning closer to her.

“Yeah, Will’s going to figure out what’s going on if I don’t show up soon,” she said.

“Exactly,” Grant sighed.

“Okay,” she said giving him a suggesting smirk. “I’ll be back later. You can go on to bed, but don’t fall asleep. . . .” Then without another word she hopped off the desk and left the room.

Five minutes later she finally made it out to the beach. The sun had officially set and there was a bit of a pleasant chill in the dark air. Lydia and Will stood in the surf, kicking sand and flinging shells at each other, the cold water splashing up on their bare legs.

Delia would never have that kind of relationship with Grant. The playful-fun-completely-in-love deal that Lydia and Will had going on. Knowing how he felt about her made her feel a lot better, but it didn’t make things much easier. It was a possibility Grant could fall in love with her, that’s basically what he said. And that was good enough for Delia. But her life wasn’t a pop song; the reality of falling in love with someone within a week wasn’t very real at all. So maybe it was all that build up, all those years of secretly lusting after Mr. Turner and making him out to be some kind of god.

Maybe that’s why she was falling in love with him.

“Hey,” Lydia said when Delia joined them at the edge of the water. “Can you believe we have to go back tomorrow?”

“Sucks, I know,” Delia said with a frown.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn’t have class,” Will said.

“Yeah,” Lydia said sarcastically, “school without school, that makes sense.”

They eventually trudged up to the deck, when it got too dark to see on the beach.

Hours went by as they just talked. Delia and Lydia discussed their summer plans at the beach house while Will complained about not being able to come. And made a few futile attempts at another shot at getting both girls together again.

“What time are we heading back tomorrow?” he asked, sitting back on a lounge chair.

“Nine-ish I guess,” Lydia said. “If we wait much later we’ll just not want to go even more.”

“Well, I should probably get some sleep then,” Delia said. “We actually got up early.” She quickly forced a yawn.

“You’re right,” Lydia said. “I don’t want to get off to a late start in the morning so we should all get to sleep.” She started to stand but Will pulled her back down.

“We’ll stay out a bit longer,” he said.

“But Will-” Lydia started.

“Night Delia,” he said with a smile.

“Goodnight, you two,” Delia said back, then promptly made her way inside.

It wasn’t even eleven yet, but more than likely Grant would be in his room. Delia headed up there, but made a quick stop in her room first.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she looked herself up and down. She had on a tiny pair of shorts over an equally tiny bikini; nothing wrong there, she thought with a smirk. Her hair had been slightly windblown giving it a sexy, awry look and she barely finger combed it before leaving for Grant’s room.
Who knows how long Lydia and Will would stay outside but Delia was pretty certain when they came in, they’d be too preoccupied to notice that she wasn’t in her room.

She softly knocked on Grant’s door and this time, waited for an answer.

A second later he opened it. “What’s new, pussycat?” he said.

“I’m here to see a man about a . . . man,” she said, at a loss.

“What?” he chuckled.

“I don’t know,” she said brushing past him.

Grant shut the door, then turned around to see Delia right in front of him.

“We’re leaving early tomorrow,” she said.

“I figured,” he said. “Lydia likes to get things done.”

Delia nodded. “So this is it.” She pouted her lips and batted her lashes, then sadly looked down.

“Delia?”

She looked back up and Grant swept her up in his arms, then carried her over to the bed.

“Not to be presumptuous,” he said.

She grinned and pulled him close when her back hit the mattress. “I like a take-charge man.”

“I’m going to miss you,” he said placing kisses down her neck.

“Well, turns out I’ll be back for the summer,” she said with a grin. “Part of it anyway.”

“Which part?”

“July probably. For the fourth.”

“Four months?” he complained, looking up at her.

“Are you worried about not getting laid in all that time, or what?” she asked with a grin.

“Maybe,” he said with a smirk, then dropped his mouth back to her neck.

“Well, Mr. Turner, you’re forgetting graduation.”

“Ah, yes, graduation,” he said kissing up to her ear and sucking it in his mouth.

“Which is coming up.”

“May,” he said, his hands falling to her waist to slip her shorts off. “I guess I will see you then.”

“Think you can handle two months?” she asked.

“I’ll have to try.” He tossed her shorts to the floor and sat up, letting his eyes take in her almost-naked form.

“What?” she said after a full minute.

“Nothing,” he said shaking his head. “I just can’t believe you’re that little girl who used to spend almost every Friday night at the house.”

“But I’m not,” she said. “Not anymore.”

“You’re absolutely right,” he said then bent over and kissed her.

Delia’s arms wrapped around his neck and she slipped her tongue past his lips. Maybe Grant could wait two months, but could she? Two long months without him . . . and that was assuming they’d even find some alone time at graduation. That’d take some planning.

Grant’s hands began inching up Delia’s stomach and when they reached the thin material covering her breasts, she sighed out. How she’d miss those hands. . . .

“Grant,” she said breaking the kiss.

It wasn’t a question. It was barely a statement.

But Grant knew what she wanted.

He slid his hands around to her back where she dutifully raised up for him, and he untied the thin strings of her bikini top, then carelessly tossed it aside. He immediately dropped his head to suck a nipple in his mouth while his hands trailed down her stomach and tugged her bottom off.

Grant reached up and captured Delia’s lips in a searing kiss that made her knees ache. His hands slid up her stomach, stopping to latch onto her breasts, kneading them and stroking up and down.

His mouth detached from Delia’s lips and he kissed down her chin then back up again to suck on her bottom lip. Her hands rested on the bed, bracing herself, and she arched up to meet him.

He kissed his way down her soft neck letting his tongue come out to taste her warm skin. She smelled so good and tasted so sweet, something that was all her own, Grant’s cock was starting to ache.

His mouth slowly crept down the path between her breasts. He turned his head to the right and snuck his tongue out, leisurely tasting her nipple before closing his mouth over it.

“Mmm,” she said cupping his face with her hands.

Grant hands explored her stomach and other breast while his tongue continued to ravish the one currently between his lips. He sipped it in his mouth, sucking, sucking, sucking until she cried out.

Delia thrust her body up toward his mouth, desperate for more.

He raised his head and placed a kiss on her lips before lowering his mouth back down to her other breast, nipping and sucking, causing moan after moan to escape Delia’s lip.

“Are you ready for me?” he barely whispered.

Delia fervently nodded her head.

“Let’s see,” he said, dancing his fingers down her stomach and past her bellybutton. He thrust one finger up inside of her and she moaned out. “Yeah,” he breathed.

“Grant,” she moaned again, shutting her eyes.

He nodded and slipped his finger out of her, then kissed her stomach before dropping his mouth down to her aching center.

Below him, Delia sighed, throwing her head back and grabbing onto the sheets for support. She could think of nothing when he did that. She wasn’t able to form a single thought other than “uhhhh.”

Grant’s hands slid down her body to her legs; his thumbs slowly teasing the insides of her thighs.

Delia moaned as Grant’s tongue stroked her up and down, in and out. His arms now hugged her legs, holding them and she couldn’t do much but lay back and enjoy the mind-blowing ability of his mouth. Both her hands fell to his head, each grabbing handfuls of hair for support, and she pushed him deeper into her.

Fuck but there was no way she could go two months without this. He was so probing; he explored, he used his lips, tongue, and even teeth to wring moan after moan from her. He went as deep as he could, licking, stabbing, thrusting, sucking, devouring. No one could match his talent.

“Oooh” she moaned. Her hands still threading through Grant’s hair, pushing him into her. His teeth closed over her clit and he greedily sucked it into his mouth. One more minute and Delia came, crying out and throwing her arms to the bed. Her head dug into the pillow and she arched her back up off the bed, every inch of her body screaming.

“Whoa there,” Grant said, kissing her bellybutton. “Just let it happen.” He kissed his way up her body, stopping to tug on one of her nipples with his teeth.

Delia nodded and sucked in air, the shuddering of her body slowly stopping.

“Good, huh?” he asked with a smile, now face to face with her.

“God, Grant,” she said, her arms coming up around his neck. “That was . . . you’re so incredible.” She reached up and met Grant’s mouth, kissing him. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, her lips ravenous on his until they both had to pull away for air.

“Delia,” he moaned in her ear, “you make me crazy.”

With a slight giggle, she pushed him over onto the bed and climbed up on him. “Is that all I make you?” she asked, letting her eyes trail down his body to the growing bulge in his pants.

Grant just closed his eyes and mumbled something Delia couldn’t quite make out.

She slid her hands up his chest, stopping at the collar of his shirt to unbutton it and then continued downward until all were undone. She pulled the shirt from his broad shoulders and tossed it aside, then instantly dropped her mouth to his chest.

Slipping her tongue out, Delia licked down to his bellybutton and back up again, veering off to stab over his hard nipple. Her hands found their way down to his waist and she unbuttoned his pants, then slowly pulled them and his boxers off.

“Delia,” he said, sighing out in pleasure as she placed a kiss on the tip of his rapidly hardening erection. She licked up the length of it, then kept going; up his stomach, his chest, his neck, and stopping when she got to his lips.

Grant opened his mouth, giving Delia’s tongue access and he cupped her face, his thumbs grazing her cheeks.

Delia rubbed against Grant, moaning into his mouth as she felt his hardness press up against her. She slid her hand down to touch him; he was rock-hard now and he groaned deeply as she stroked him up and down.
She ended the kiss and eased herself down his body stopping to kiss and suck on his chest.

“Delia,” he whined with urgency.

With a smile she licked her lips, then bent her head and did the very same thing to his throbbing erection. She closed her lips over it, sucking and Grant’s eyes rolled back in his head as another groan escaped his mouth.

She sucked him up and down a few times before releasing him from her mouth and just sucking on the tip. She flattened her tongue over the head and stabbed at it, licking it like it was a popsicle.

“God,” he moaned, grabbing handfuls of Delia’s dark hair. She took him whole again and the wet suction of her mouth was driving him out of his mind. He yanked on her hair, arching up and thrusting into her, before pulling her up to him.

“What?” she asked, frowning.

“I want to be inside you,” he said, rolling her over to her back.

“You were,” she said, putting her arms around his neck.

He shook his head and kissed her lips before latching onto her hips and thrusting inside of her.
Delia cried out, her arms slipping from Grant’s neck to barely grasp at his shoulders. She shut her eyes tightly and arched her body up to meet every demanding stroke of Grant’s.

He was so sure, so perfectly in tune with her body that every thrust, every plunge made her cry out. He knew exactly what to do, how to position himself to reach deep inside her, so deep Delia could practically feel him in her throat. Deeper than anyone ever had before.

She let her hands slide from his shoulders to his sides and continued thrusting to meet his every move. Grant’s hard chest smacked up against hers and his mouth dropped to her lips, his tongue coming out to plunder her mouth.

He was pulling out all the stops now. Slamming into her as far as he could go, the base of his cock pressing into her, then pulling all the way out to do it all over again.

Moaning, Delia dug her nails into his back, shoving him into her and she locked her legs tightly around his waist, making escape impossible.

He winced from her nails but kept up the speed, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting until Delia came with a cry, throwing her head back into the pillows. Her body arched up as she spasmed and jerked underneath Grant. She moaned as he slammed into her once more before collapsing on top of her with a strangled groan.

They lay there for several minutes, their haggard breathing the only sound in the room until Delia remembered something. She pushed Grant off her and got up.

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

Not bothering to put anything on at all, Delia walked over to the door and locked it. “You’d think we’d learn by now,” she said, then walked back over to the bed.

“Not modest, are we?” he said reaching for her.

She shook her head with a smile and let him pull her down to him; their mouths meeting in a kiss. They remained that way for a while, just kissing and Delia couldn’t have been happier. It was sweet and loving; one of Grant’s hand stroking her hair while the other rested on her back. She didn’t want to leave and though they had all night, morning would be there soon enough.

But sweet and loving turned into ardent and lustful and their bodies began responding to each others. Delia stabbed her tongue out at Grant’s lips and over his chin, then back up to suck his bottom lip in her mouth.

Grant’s hands slid up Delia’s back and around her sides to latch onto both her breasts as his tongue thrust up to taste her lips.

Delia moaned and she let her neck fall back as Grant’s mounting hardness pressed against her.

His mouth touched her neck, kissing and licking and sucking on the soft skin.

“Grant,” she moaned, “how can I leave this?”

“You could stay,” he said, pulling her in for a quick kiss. “And be my kept girl.”

“Okay,” she said with a grin, sitting up on him. “Will you keep me in the closet or what?”

“No, I think the basement would be more appropriate.” He reached up and kissed between her breasts.

“In shackles?”

“I’m afraid that’d be necessary,” he said with a nod.

“You’re such a tease,” she moaned, pressing herself into him.

“I’m not the only one,” he said. He grabbed onto Delia’s hips, lifted her up, and was inside her in a second.

Delia moaned and flung herself on Grant’s body. His tongue stroked up her neck and she threw her head back in pleasure.

It wasn’t quite as soft this time, not quite as slow. Still holding onto Delia’s hips, Grant slammed her down on him with ferocity and a force that made tears leak from her eyes in delight. There wasn’t a half an hour of foreplay this time, it was wild and frenzied and to the point.

Delia cried out, smashing her chest up against Grant’s. He was so deep, so hard inside her, she couldn’t take another second and came in a mad rush. “Grant,” she gasped, falling on him, her breathing erratic.

Another minute of zealous thrusting and he joined her, his head falling back to the bed and his body relaxing.

Delia closed her arms around Grant’s waist and rested her head on his chest. His hands came around her back and she finally let her eyes shut in sleep.


Grant’s alarm clock went off and Delia opened her eyes. Sometime during the night she had rolled off him to the bed and currently one of her legs was slung over his waist and both her arms held one of his.

The alarm buzzed again but neither made an effort to move.

“Morning already?” Delia whined.

“Looks like it,” Grant said, still not getting up.

With a sigh, Delia extricated herself from Grant and hit the snooze button, then scooted back under the covers. “I didn’t think you worked on Saturdays.”

“I don’t,” he said. “But I get up early anyway.”

With a frown, Delia pulled the blankets up over her head and wrapped her arms around Grant’s chest. “I don’t want to leave.”

“I don’t want you to,” he said pulling the covers back.

She climbed up on him, still frowning. “Do you promise about graduation?”

“Do I promise what?” he asked.

“That we’ll find time to be alone.”

“If you still want me,” he said with false modesty.

Delia grinned. “How could I possibly not?” she asked, dropping her lips to his in a brief kiss.

“I’m serious Delia,” he said, looking up at her. “Patrick’s waiting for you. I’m not going to let you put your life on hold for me.”

“I’ll worry about Patrick,” she said. “You just figure out how we’re going to keep Lydia busy this summer.”

“I’ll give it some thought,” he said with a grin.

With a halfhearted sigh she nodded. “I have to go.”

“I know,” he said nodding back. “Lydia will be up soon.”

She leaned down and kissed him; short but sweet. “See you downstairs?”

He nodded again and she gave him a smile, slipped a shirt of his on, grabbed her clothes, and was out the door.

Once in her room, Delia headed straight for the shower. She wanted to have as much time as possible with Grant and she wouldn’t if she pissed around.

She got dressed and dried her hair, threw on a little make up, and packed her things up. She was feeling much sadder than she thought she’d be, but the promise of seeing Grant again in two months was comforting. So was the thought of spending an entire month with him.

When everything had been packed away and the room was tidy, she lugged her suitcase and bag into the hall, bumping into Will.

“Good morning,” he said sounding rather cheerful.

“Morning.”

“Want me to get that?” he asked, pointing to her suitcase.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile.

This has certainly been an interesting trip, she thought as she followed Will down the stairs. Not only did she finally, finally get Mr. Turner, she’d gotten closer to Will too. That was a big understatement. But she didn’t just mean the sex. Delia had always liked him and now it seemed she appreciated him more. Or something.

Lydia was already in the kitchen cooking breakfast and not long after, Grant joined them all at the table.

“Taking off after you eat?” he asked.

Lydia nodded. “It’s a little earlier than I planned but that’s better than later.”

“And you’ve definitely decided to come back during the summer?”

“We were thinking July,” Lydia said. “You know, for the fourth.”

“Good,” he said quickly glancing at Delia.

“We’ll have it all figure out by graduation,” Lydia said, pushing her plate away.

Delia tried to eat as slowly as she could but soon enough she finished and everyone got up from the table.

Will and Grant carried the luggage out while Delia and Lydia followed them onto the porch.

“Drive safely,” Grant said walking back up to the porch. “No speeding, Lydia.”

“Never,” she said innocently.

“Alright,” he said, hugging her, “call me when you get there.”

“I will,” she said hugging him back. “Bye.”

“Delia,” he said with a smile after Lydia had let go.

“Bye Mr. Turner,” she said, giving Grant a friendly hug. She smiled away but her heart was sinking. She wouldn’t even be able to kiss him goodbye.

“Okay, we’re all loaded up,” Will said slamming the trunk shut. He walked back over to the porch.

“Let’s go,” Lydia said.

“Will,” Grant said good-naturedly and offered his hand.

Will shook it with a smile. “Thanks for letting us come, Mr. Turner.”

“Too bad you won’t be able to come back this summer.”

“I know,” he said with a frown.

“I’m sure if you talked to your dad he’d let you off a week.”

“Maybe if I bug him enough about it.”

“Alright, we gotta get on the road,” Lydia said.

They all said their final goodbyes and headed for the car, Delia giving Grant one last look before getting into the passenger’s seat.

“It’s sad to be leaving,” Lydia said starting the car.

“It blows,” Will said.

Delia couldn’t agree more. It’d be two months before she’d see Grant again. Before she’d touch him, taste him, feel him. . . .

“Wait-” she suddenly said, unhooking her seatbelt. “I forgot something.” Delia got out and ran to the house, up the stairs, and into the kitchen where Grant stood drinking coffee.

“Hey,” he said, puzzlement in his voice.

Without speaking, Delia took the mug from his hands and sat it on the table, then wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

Instantly his arms were around her and his tongue was stabbing at her own. It was a breathless, overwhelming, fireball of a kiss that Delia felt everywhere. From the tips of her fingers to her toes; it was electric and she could only assume her hair was standing on end.

They finally pulled away, both gasping; not just from lack of sufficient air but from the intensity of it all.

“I meant what I said, you know?” he said. “It’s your last few months at school, you should have fun.”

“Oh I’ll have fun, Mr. Turner,” she said with a grin. “I’ll have so much fun this July, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it.”

They kissed again, this time quickly, but full of meaning and Delia was back outside and in the car once again.

“Did you get what you needed?” Lydia asked as they pulled out of the driveway.

“I did,” Delia said. “But if not, I’ll get it this summer.” She grinned at the thought and they sped away.

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A/N 2: Well, kids, spring break\'s over. I just want to thank you all again for the lovely reviews, they mean so much to me! What started out as a 30 page one shot story turned into almost 220 pages! Thank you for that.