Lydia's Dad--Summer Vacation

The sun was bright and high in the sky when everyone made their way down to the beach. Will spread out a big blanket and Lydia and Delia immediately climbed on both complaining that they had yet to get the perfect tan.

Instead of sitting in the chair he had brought with him, Will squeezed himself in between Lydia and Delia on the blanket.

“Yes?” Lydia asked.

“This spot looked better,” he said.

“So what are we doing this week?” Delia asked. If she kept busy maybe she wouldn’t mope too much.

“I suggest daily orgies,” Will said.

Both girls ignored him.

“If we knew anyone around here we could have a party,” Lydia said.

They chatted back and forth about what all there was to do in town before finally settling on dinner out and mini-golf.

After an hour or so of sunbathing they got in the ocean and battled the cold waves. Delia couldn’t help but think how kick ass it would be to have a week alone with Grant. A week where they could be freely affectionate and wouldn’t have to sneak around behind anyone’s back. The more she thought about him the more she wanted him. . . . How was she going to make it five long days??

They went up to the house for lunch and they hung around inside the rest of the day.

Grant called that evening; he was on his way to a business dinner and just wanted to check in with everyone.

They decided on Chinese for dinner and went to this little place downtown that Lydia and her parents used to frequent.

“My treat,” Will said picking up the check.

“How sweet,” Delia said and kissed his cheek.

“He’s a sweetie,” Lydia agreed.

Before they headed for the golf course Lydia had to make a stop in the restroom leaving Will and Delia alone.

“I guess you’re gonna to be mopey this week?” he said.

“I might be.”

“What happens after this month?”

Delia suddenly didn’t feel like talking anymore.

The theme of the mini-golf course was evident by the mammoth Jolly Roger flags that dotted the park. Water falls and parrots seem to be everywhere. The course wound through a pirate ship, then into a rocky cave, then led up to a big mountain in the shape of a skull.

Delia loved mini-golf but wasn’t very good at it. Neither was Lydia and no one was really surprised when Will beat them both with flying colors.

Much to Delia’s surprise the day had went pretty quickly. She kept telling herself that if she kept busy the week would do the same.

They stopped for ice cream cones before heading back to the house where they planted themselves in front of the TV for the rest of the night.

It was barely ten o’clock when Lydia and Will excused themselves for the night, both proclaiming to be extra tired.

But Delia knew a pathetic excuse when she heard one.

“This is where I’ve wanted to be all day,” Will said, his arms around Lydia as they stumbled into her bedroom.

“How rude are we being to Delia?” Lydia asked as Will sat on the edge of her bed.

“I think she understands,” Will said, not really concerned if she didn’t.

“I hope she finds what we have,” Lydia said, pushing Will down to the bed. “If not with Patrick, then with someone else.”

“And what is it that we have?” Will asked.

“Perfection,” she said bending down and kissing his neck. “You’ve been such a good boy today.”

“I have, haven’t I?”

She nodded and reached for the hem of his shirt, then brought it up over his head.

“Sometimes I think I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he said, removing Lydia’s shirt.

“Oh yeah?” she asked.

“And the other times I know it.”

“Sweet boy,” she cooed before bending her head down and dipping her tongue in Will’s mouth.

They kissed for several minutes, a long, lingering, hungry kiss before Lydia let her mouth trail down Will’s neck and over his chest.

“God, I love you,” Will groaned as Lydia sucked a harden nipple past her lips.

“I love you,” she said back, stabbing her tongue out at him.

“You know I talk a lot of shit about having Delia with us, but you know you’re the only girl for me,” he sighed.

She nodded and dropped her hand down the waistband of his shorts.

He groaned when Lydia’s hand closed over his steadily growing erection.
She stroked him up and down a few times, her lips and tongue still dancing across his chest, before unzipping him and pulling off his boxers.

“Look, you’re naked first,” she said with a giggle.

“Not for long,” he said, sliding his hands up her legs and taking the hem of her short skirt with them. He tossed he skirt to the floor and less than fifteen seconds later, her bra was gone as well.

Will bent his head forward and capture a hard nipple between his lips, sucking until Lydia moaned out.

“Mmm, Will,” she sighed, pulling his head up to hers and snaking her tongue back in his mouth. Her hand dropped down to his stomach and she gently grazed him with her fingernails before going lower and stroking the head of his cock.

He moaned into Lydia’s mouth and she broke off the kiss, slipping her tongue back out to glide down his neck and chest until it was bathing his hardness.

Will’s hands immediately went to tangle in Lydia’s blonde hair.

She leisurely licked up and down his cock, driving Will mad with her exquisite torment.

“Lydia,” he moaned, digging his short nails into her hair.

With a final stab of her tongue, she closed her lips over his shaft and began sucking.

Beneath her Will groaned and gripped onto her hair, pressing her down on him.

Lydia picked up her pace, sucking back down his length until just the head remained in her mouth. She let her tongue slowly stab at the underside of him before sucking harder on him.

Will bucked his hips and thrust himself into Lydia’s mouth, his body electric from her touch.

“Mmm, Lydia,” he cried again.

She released him from her mouth altogether and kissed her way back up his body, stopping to suck on his ear. “I can’t wait anymore,” she moaned. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Without a second’s hesitation Will flipped her over to her back and had her tiny, scrap of underwear gone before she could blink.

He dropped his mouth to hers, dipping his tongue in to seek hers out. His hands settled on her hips and he let just the head of his cock enter Lydia.
She moaned out, breaking the kiss and digging her head into the pillows. “More,” she begged. “Please, more Will.”

With a groan he thrust all the way into her, his stomach smacking up against hers.

“Ooh,” she cried slamming her had into the bed. “Yes, God yes--Will!”

Will groaned and picked up the pace of his thrusting until he was sliding all the way in and pulling all the way out.

Beneath him Lydia moaned and yelled out his name over and over again.

Will groaned as Lydia tightened around him. “You feel so good . . . you’re so fucking tight baby.”

“Will, I--ohh God Will, yesss!” she cried as she came, her body crashing all around her.

Will groaned out again and began slamming into her even faster until he emptied himself deep inside her.

Their chests heaved up and down as their bodies slowly calmed. Lydia panted beneath Will, her eyes tightly closed. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you,” Will said back, kissing her shoulder.

“Stay right here,” she said with a bit of a whine.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said and shut his eyes for sleep.


Everyone spent the whole next day out on the beach. They splashed in the waves for a few hours, then threw a football back and forth, they lounged in the sand, Will built a spectacular sand castle which he dubbed “The Inn of Sin,” and they took a long walk along the ocean’s edge.

Everyone was exhausted that night and by nine-thirty they were all asleep.
That Wednesday the girls went shopping while Will lounged around the house. When they got back Delia took a nap in her room and Will and Lydia disappeared somewhere downstairs.

Delia had been asleep for several hours when she felt someone poking her.

“Delia?”

She opened her eyes to see Lydia perched beside her on the bed.

“Hey,” Delia said.

“Good nap?”

Delia nodded and yawned.

“I just had sex on the kitchen floor!” Lydia said with a giggle.

“Remind me to mop later,” Delia said dryly.

“I love my dad not being here!”

Delia was loving it a little less so.

“I mean I know he wasn’t around much during the day anyway, but still, it’s different. Like, okay, Will and I could totally do it on the couch and not worry about a thing.”

“Please don’t though,” Delia said.

Lydia grinned. “But you know what I mean.”

“I thought you were supposed to be taking it easy on your dad?”

“I know, because he’s the cool dad and everybody loves him and oh he’s so cute!” Lydia jerked Delia’s blankets off her. “Now get up and keep me and Will from the couch.”

Thursday crawled by at a snail’s pace. It rained all day and while Lydia and Will made use of the stormy environment, Delia mostly moped. One more day, she told herself, just one more day and he’ll be back.

Friday finally came.

But with it also came a call from Grant saying that his flight had been delayed and that he wouldn’t be getting home until after midnight.

Delia literally counted down the minutes.

She, Lydia, and Will spent most of the day by the pool, their moods somewhat declining now that Grant was coming back. They were so cute splashing around in the water, it made Delia realize how much she missed being in an actual relationship. It was something she knew she’d never have with Grant.

The later the hour got, the more nervous Delia began to feel. The same butterflies were in her stomach that were there when she first got to the beach house. Would he be pleased to see her? Would he be tired and cranky? Would he just be over it all? That was her biggest fear these days would he just be over it all?

By eleven everyone was in bed. Everyone but Delia. She flipped through all the channels on TV, paced the family room floor, and checked herself out in the mirror at least a dozen times. She had on a plain white tank and her favorite pair of light pink short-shorts that went perfectly with her ass.

It even surprised her how much she wanted to see him. How excited she was. Her stomach was flip-flopping and her palms were sweating, she was being totally irrational. She had never felt this way about any guy and here it was, so impractical and impossible. But it was there.
She stopped pacing and went cold all over.

“Oh God,” she uttered. “I’m completely, head over heels in love with him, aren’t I?”

Never, ever had she said it out loud, not since she jabbered away to Grant back during spring break. She convinced herself it wasn’t love. Just infatuation, that same old crush she’d always had. The past two months at school she told herself it wasn’t love. She liked him, she liked how he made her feel, but that was it. That’s all it could be. She was just having fun, that’s all.

But when Mrs. Turner showed up and was being a total bitch to Grant, all Delia wanted was to make him feel better. She hurt him so badly, it hurt Delia. She wouldn’t accept it then. She couldn’t.
But hell. . . .

What was the point of denying it? It didn’t make it less true.

Feeling nauseous, Delia went out onto the deck, welcoming the somewhat cool breeze that was blowing in from the ocean.

She looked out onto the beach and made out the surge of black waves lapping at the shore line. Stars were out everywhere and it was a very pleasant night. Well, concerning the weather anyway.

Delia walked to the other side of the pool and stood against the deck railing. Maybe a nice long walk along the beach would help her think. But maybe she was already thinking too much. At the end of July, when she went back home, she was going to end it with Grant. She had already decided that. So really there was nothing more to think on.

So why didn’t she feel any better?

She was just about to make her way over to the steps when the sliding glass doors opened.

Delia turned around.

To face Grant.

“Hey,” she said unable to hide her enthusiasm.

“Hey,” he said back waking out onto the deck. “Where is everybody?”

“Bed. Separately,” she added quickly.

“But you’re still up?”

Delia nodded. “Wasn’t tired. So how was your trip?”

“Good,” he said. “Well, as good as business trips can be. What did you guys do this week?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Delia said. “Hung out on the beach, went shopping. The usual.” She looked at him for a minute, then cast her eyes downward. She was feeling awkward and she wasn’t sure why.

“Well, come here you,” he finally said and reached for her hand.

Delia allowed Grant to pull her to him in a hug and she thought she’d melt right into his arms. They kissed and it started off slow and even somewhat timid but it didn’t take long for it to explode into a full-on, tongue-down-your-throat, tasting-your-stomach kind of kiss they were so prone to have.

Finally they had to pull away for lack of decent oxygen.

“I missed you,” he whispered in her ear.

“I missed you too,” she said back.

“And I got something for you.” He pulled away from her and reached into suit-jacket pocket and pulled out a little box.

“What is it?” Delia asked with a grin.

“Open it,” he said, giving it to her.

She slid the lid off the little box to find an antique-looking bracelet.

“It’s Jade and copper,” Grant said. “It struck me as a kind of unique combination and it reminded me of you.”

Delia stared at the piece of jewelry unable to speak.

If you start to cry, Delia, I swear to God, I’ll kill you, she threatened herself.

She swallowed. “Grant, it’s beautiful.”

“It was just something I saw in a bodega on Canal Street.”

“It’s--” she started with a smile. “I love it. I love--” she caught herself quickly. “It. Thank you.”

“Good,” he said sounding pleased. “So what are you doing out here?”

“Oh, uh, nothing really. Thought I’d maybe take a walk on the beach.”

“Yeah? It’s a nice night for it.”

“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “You’re probably pretty tired.”

“Getting that way,” he nodded.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning then,” Delia said and went for the steps.

Grant stood there for a minute. “Delia,” he called out, some urgency in his voice.

Delia turned around and Grant pulled her to him picking her up and letting her legs wrap around his waist, their mouths fusing together.

He carried her inside, their lips ravenous, and before Delia even knew it they were in his room, in his bed, and soon after she was naked.

Grant’s hands traveled up and down Delia’s body, his strong familiar fingers dancing along her skin.

Lost in a haze of lust, Delia practically ripped Grant’s clothes off him. The desperate need for his naked body to be touching hers was
overwhelming. She craved him like an addict craved a drug and she was currently having severe withdrawal.

Grant’s lips and tongue dashed over Delia’s chest leaving her hard nipples raw and even harder. He trailed down her stomach and over her hips ignoring her desperately aching center. He let his tongue inch its way back up her body to her neck where he nipped at her hot skin.

Delia’s body arched toward Grant’s and she slid her hands up his back holding onto him. She never wanted to let go. . . .

Her body hummed and throbbed and ached for him, for his touch, for his kiss and when his tongue finally slid its way inside her heat, her gasp was almost deafening.

Grant slowly slid his tongue up inside of her, making long strokes and causing tears to form behind Delia’s green eyes. Her hands held onto the bed sheet for dear life as more tears leaked from her eyes.

Another long, maddening, slow stroke and Grant kissed his way back up Delia’s body.

“Mmm Delia,” he whispered in her ear.

She thought she would come just from his voice.

His hands clutched her hips and he slowly . . . slowly slid himself inside her, farther and farther until he could sink no more.

Delia couldn’t breathe. Every nerve in her body was on fire, every inch of her skin tingled with the most exquisite pleasure. She slammed her head against the pillow and her nails dug into Grant’s back.

He began thrusting, still so slowly but surely, and Delia just couldn’t take anymore.

Once, twice, three times and she was gone, waves of bliss surging from her body. She barely even noticed as Grant continued thrusting until emptying himself inside of her. She was too lost, lost to everything around her but the sweet agony of release.

Finally Grant collapsed on top of her.

A smile formed on Delia’s lips as her spent body and tired brain drifted off to sleep.

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