Lydia's Dad - Graduation

Delia’s eyes traveled around the dorm room and she sighed with a little frown. Despite the cramped space and the paper-thin walls, she was really going to miss it. She and Lydia had been roommates all four years of school and had managed to hang on to this room for three of those years. Pictures and posters and papers of all kinds littered the walls and the place was all their own. Delia was having a hard time taking things down and packing them up.

And graduation was tomorrow.

“We should be happy we’re getting out of here,” Lydia said.

Delia nodded.

Instead of packing they both sat on the tiny couch they had managed to squeeze into the room at the beginning of their sophomore year, but now weren’t entirely sure they’d be able to get out.

“There’s just so many good memories from this place,” Delia said sadly.

Lydia started laughing. “Remember when someone threw an apple up in our window that one time when Will and I were . . . being loud?”

Delia giggled in agreement. “And when Patrick got locked out in the hallway wearing only a t-shirt of mine that was uh, a little too short?”

“Do you remember that party the Sigma Chi house had our sophomore year?”

“Which one?”

“Where the curtains caught fire and that guy from my Poly-Sci class busted a window with his head?”

“Oh yeah, that was crazy,” Delia said with a laugh.

“And afterward you went to Patrick’s dorm and Will and I came back here.”

“And you broke the bed,” she said with a knowing smile.

“Well,” Lydia said, “I never told you this for some reason but Will was completely blitzed out of his mind.” She started giggling. “I mean he was drunk yeah, but he had taken or smoked something too and was just insane and-” she kept laughing, barely able to get the sentence out, “and he was jumping on the bed and I couldn’t get him to stop and he broke it!”

“What?” Delia said in surprise.

“Well, when the maintenance guy came the next day we couldn’t say he was high.”

“So instead you told him you broke it from sex?”

“No,” she said shaking her head with a grin. “He just assumed that. And we didn’t clarify it.”

“This room has seen it all,” Delia said with a sigh.

Before they could go back to their stupors, though, the phone rang.

Grant had just gotten to his hotel and was calling to let Lydia know.

That was what Delia had been waiting for practically since they got back from spring break. Grant coming for graduation.

Delia coming from Grant. . . .

Actually the two months had passed a lot quicker than Delia thought they would have, but she absolutely couldn’t wait to see Grant. She was like a kid on Christmas Eve while Lydia was on the phone and when she hung up and asked Delia if she wanted to come along to the hotel, Delia almost squealed.

It wasn’t very far from the school but it was enough time for Delia to get a knot in her stomach. Would Grant be pleased to see her? Would he still care? Sure, two months ago he was all for it, but what if he lost interest? Or, God forbid, what if he was dating someone?

They pulled into the parking lot and were inside, up the elevator, and outside of Grant’s door before Delia knew it. She took a few inconspicuous breaths while waiting in the hallway and hoped her hands weren’t shaking.

The door opened and there he was; all six foot two inches of him. That perfect body in a perfect suit in a perfect hotel room on a perfect day. . . .

“Hey,” Grant said hugging Lydia and stepping out of the way to let them in.

“How was the drive?” Lydia asked.

“Oh so eventful,” he said dryly. “How are you, Delia?” he asked giving her a polite smile.

“Great, thanks,” she said returning his smile.

“I brought her along so she wouldn’t have to set in the dorm and mope about school being over,” Lydia said.

“I thought we’d be ecstatic,” he said.

“Me too,” Delia said. “I guess I’m just getting sentimental.”

“Well, they are the best years of your life.”

“That’s encouraging,” Lydia said. “Anyway, I’m supposed to go shopping with mom so I can’t really hang around here.”

“I understand,” Grant said with a nod. “I mean, I only took off early and drove three and a half hours to get here to see you.”

“I know, I know,” Lydia said. “You paid for my education and the car mom drives and the clothes she’ll be buying me and everyone owes you.”

“That’s right,” he said with a smirk.

“Bye,” she said reaching up and kissing his cheek.

“Have fun,” he said dryly.

“Coming Delia?” Lydia asked.

“Actually,” Grant spoke up, “I need to borrow Delia for a little while.”

“Why?” Lydia asked.

“You’ll find out later.”

“What?” she asked completely confused.

“Like after graduation,” he said with a smile.

“It’s a surprise?” she said excitedly.

“Maybe,” he said. “I’ll drop her off by the dorms, okay? But you’d better go before your mother calls.”

“Okay,” Lydia said with a grin. “I’m gone. Bye!”

And she was out the door.

“I am such an asshole,” Grant said staring at the door before turning around to see Delia grinning at him.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he said back.

“Wasn’t sure if you remembered me,” Delia said

“I just sent my daughter away, whom I haven’t seen in two months,” he said walking over to her. “I remembered.”

Delia wrapped her arms around Grant’s neck. “Did you really get something for Lydia?”

“I guess I’ll have to now,” he said and kissed her.

Delia eagerly kissed back.

They awkwardly stumbled to the bed; their mouths still joined. Delia unknotted his tie and eased him down to the bed, then slipped on top of him.

“So how have you been?” Grant asked when they pulled apart.

“Good,” she said unbuttoning his shirt. “You.”

He shrugged. “I’m good now.”

“So what’s been going on?” she asked undoing the last button of his shirt.

“Not a damn thing. What’ve you been doing the last two months?”

She bent her mouth to his stomach and kissed up to his neck. “Well,” she said somewhat hesitantly, then looked up at him with a smile.

Grant traced his fingers down her jaw. “You’re back with Patrick.”

Delia leaned into his hand. “We’re dating but it’s completely casual.”

“Is that so?”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We just go out.”

“Yeah but do you stay in?” he asked with a smirk.

“Do you really want to talk about Patrick?” she asked narrowing her eyes.

“Not even a little bit,” he said.

“Good,” she said and kissed his neck.

Grant quickly flipped her over on her back and had her shirt and bra gone in seconds. His tongue dipped back in her mouth and they kissed zealously while his hands busied themselves with her breasts.

“God I missed this,” he sighed.

Delia couldn’t agree more. She spent many a night lying awake pining away after Grant, counting down the days until graduation. There was Patrick, yes, but . . . but she missed Grant.

As he began kissing down her body, that familiar tingle resonated through Delia and she closed her eyes.

Grant’s hands slid down her body and over her skirt to her thighs, where he latched on and then slowly slid them up under her skirt.

Delia moaned when Grant sucked a nipple past his lips, but a slight ringing from somewhere made her eyes open.

“What was that?” she asked.

“What?” he said trailing his mouth to her other nipple.

“That,” she said when the noise sounded again.

He groaned. “My cell.”

“Be quick,” she said with a whine.

Grant kissed her lips then rolled of her and got up to fetch his phone from the table across the room.

“Yeah?” he said.

Delia watched as Grant made his way back over to her, his face not happy.

“That’s not really any of your business, is it?” he said sitting on the edge of the bed.

She couldn’t tell who was on the other line but Grant only seemed to get madder as the conversation progressed.

“Well, you know what? That’s too bad,” he said and slammed his phone shut.

Delia crawled over to him. “Not good news?” she asked leaning against his back.

“I can’t believe she’s starting already,” he said shaking his head.

“Mrs. Turner?”

He nodded. “This weekend is going to be a nightmare.”

“So I guess you’re not getting along so well?” she asked.

“That’s a gross understatement,” he said. “She’s officially dating that advertising bastard now, and I’m the one she’s making out to be the bad guy.”

“The other day Lydia did mention that her mom might be seeing someone.”

“She did?” he asked, turning to Delia. “How’d she seem about that?”

She shrugged. “She’s not happy about it but she doesn’t hate her mom.”

“Well, I don’t want her to hate her mother. Not much anyway.”

With a smile, Delia pulled Grant down on top of her. “Maybe I should remind you why you have it better.”

“Would you?” he asked, kissing her neck.

“Well, for starters, you have a very well paying job and a lovely house right on the beach.”

“Yeah,” he said nodding.

“You have zero per cent body fat and for a man your age you can certainly . . . go all night.”

“A man my age?” he questioned.

“And last, but definitely not least, you have a twenty-one year old girl who’s constantly throwing herself at you.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t have that.”

“Now let’s forget all about them, hm? For now?”

Grant nodded and slipped his tongue past Delia’s lips.

She sighed into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. She wouldn’t let any more distractions interrupt them. Delia had been waiting two months for this and she was determined not to wait a minute longer. She slid her arms from his neck to his shoulders and slipped his shirt off and before she knew it, he had done the same with her skirt. Only seconds later and they were both free from all their respective clothing.

Grant kissed down Delia’s body, stopping to occasionally suck on her soft skin.

Delia uttered a low moan and arched up as Grant’s tongue stabbed at her nipple. He lavished attention on it for several seconds before licking and kissing his way further down her body until, without much warning, his tongue was inside her heat.

A strangled cry flew from Delia’s lips. She gripped the sheets and shut her eyes tightly as Grant’s tongue thrust into her. She wanted him so badly, she craved him and the deeper his tongue plunged, the wilder she twisted and thrashed underneath him.

Grant’s tongue stroked her up and down while his hands slid up her thighs to hold her legs down. “Relax baby,” he said before sliding his tongue deeper.

Delia’s head dug into the pillow and she bucked her hips upward. It wasn’t just his incredible mouth that was driving her to a luscious insanity, but the mere fact that he called her ‘baby’ was enough to push her almost over the edge. Using a term of endearment, a pet name was exactly what Delia wanted to hear.

Grant continued sucking and licking until finally closing his lips over her clit.

With a cry, Delia came, tightening her legs around Grant’s head.

His mouth stayed on her while her body came down and her breathing calmed.

“Did I mention how much I missed you?” she asked after a full minute of silence.

“Feel free to keep saying it,” he said dipping his tongue in her bellybutton.

“I missed you so much,” she said with a grin, reaching for him.

“I missed you,” he said huskily and slid his tongue in her mouth before she could answer.

Delia’s hands latched onto Grant’s back when she felt his hardness pressing into her.

“Delia,” he said with some urgency.

She quickly nodded.

Grant gripped her hips and without a word, thrust into her.

“Oooh,” she cried out, locking her legs around Grant’s waist. His body slammed into hers forcefully, his fingers dug into her hips, and Delia knew she’d be gone in no time.

“God Delia,” Grant groaned in her ear. “I missed this.” He started plunging deeper and harder.

Below him, Delia matched his thrusting.

He slammed into her over and over again; the deeper he went, the louder Delia moaned until she was certain everyone in the entire hotel could hear her. She, however, could care less.

“Grant,” she cried out, digging her heels into his back.

Immediately he went faster, then a bit harder and Delia tried her best to keep her body relaxed but it was completely useless. She still hadn’t figured out why Grant could do the things to her that he did. How he made her feel like . . . like the slightest touch would make her explode.

Another thrust, accompanied by a deep groan in Delia’s ear, and she came, shouting out something entirely inaudible.

Grant’s pace kept up for a few minutes more until he emptied himself inside her with a moan and collapsed on top of her.

Delia’s eyes stayed closed and her arms continued to clutch his back. She could stay there all day, all night. It had been faster than she would have like, but what did she expect? There was an urgency there that hadn’t been back at the beach house. But it wouldn’t always be like that, she thought with a smile. She’d have a whole month with him this summer. Sure, Lydia would be there, but there were ways around that, weren’t there?

With a sigh, Grant sat up over her. “I think you’re going to save me this weekend,” he said.

“I do what I can,” she said, fastening her arms around his neck.

“And I’m so appreciative,” he said.

“You didn’t really need me, did you?” she asked with a smirk.

“Oh I needed you,” he said. “Just not for Lydia’s present.”

“Which is?”

“That car she’s been talking about.”

“You got her the mustang?” Delia exclaimed.

Grant nodded.

“Nice daddy,” she said pushing him over to his back and climbing on him. “No wonder Mrs. Turner was pissed. That’s one quality surprise.”

“Think she’ll like it?”

“I think she’ll love it,” she said kissing his lips quickly, then glancing at the alarm clock on the stand beside the bed.

“You have to be somewhere?” he asked.

“Not really. But I do have to finish packing”

“And Lydia might realize it doesn’t take all day to pick out a car.”

Delia nodded with a frown.

“I’ll drop you off at the dorm and then stop by the dealership.”

“Will you be here later tonight?” she asked with some hope.

“All night.”

“Good,” she said with a smile. “I’ll see what I can do about stopping by later.”

After a few minutes of kissing they managed to pull themselves away from one another and get dressed. Delia didn’t want to leave but hopefully, later, she’d have much more time.

Grant made a call to the car dealership and then they were out the door and speeding toward the dorms in his car. His car that was decidedly not the same dark blue Durango that Delia remembered him having.

“Is this new?” she asked.

“What gave it away?” he asked with a smirk.

“Well, I didn’t remember you having a jaguar.”

“It’s practically a law that I get a shiny new car. Since I’m getting divorced, I mean.”

“Hmm,” she said. “A divorce, a hot car, and a chick twenty years your junior; yep, everything seems to be in order for your mid-life crisis.”

“Who knew they could be so much fun? I would have had one a long time ago.”

Delia grinned and settled into the leather of the seat. God, it was a hot car. And so luxurious. Without question she was definitely going to have to have Grant fuck her in it.

They were at the dorm in no time and Delia desperately wanted to kiss him goodbye but it was out of the question. Lydia was most certainly still out with her mom, but it was simply too risky.

“Thanks for helping me,” Grant said.

“Thanks for needing me,” she said with a smile. “See you later Mr. Turner.”

She walked away without looking back. It was better to have him wanting her than to show how desperately she wanted him.

When she got to the dorm she shared with Lydia, she was rather surprised to see Will lounging on the couch.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, throwing her keys on her desk.

“My roommate’s entertaining in our room.”

“Well, Lydia’s not here.”

“I know,” he said.

“So why didn’t you go to Patrick’s?”

“Because he’s here too.”

Delia looked around the small space. “Are you sure?” she asked with sarcasm.

“He’s on the phone in there,” Will said pointing to the tiny bathroom.

“Well, what’s he doing here?”

“He came to see you but no one was here, so he called me. I called Lydia and got all the info.”

“Ah,” she said sitting down beside him.

“So,” he said, turning to her with a smirk, “was that surprise really for you?”

“What are you talking about?” she asked coolly.

“Like I don’t know what’s going on, Delia.”

“Well, you should forget,” she said sharply.

“Oh I don’t think so,” he said grinning. “I like having power over you. Kinda makes my shorts tighter.”

“Great,” she said rolling her eyes.

“That’s why you’re keeping things casual with Patrick, isn’t it? So it techinally isn’t cheating?”

“Will-”

“But not entirely casual, huh?” he said with a knowing smirk.

“What Patrick doesn’t know won’t exactly hurt him,” she said.

“I just don’t get why chicks go for older guys,” Will said shaking his head.

“Well, for one reason, they don’t go shooting their mouth off to anyone who will listen.”

“Bullfuckingshit,” he said with a laugh. “You don’t think Grant would be telling every guy he knew about his licentious adventures with the twenty-one year old nymphet, if he could? Anyway, I don’t need any details from Patrick; I’ve already been there.”

“When exactly did you become a pimp, Will?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a grin, “but I’m loving it!”

The door to the bathroom opened and out came Patrick, slamming shut his cell phone like it was personal. “Hey,” he said seeing Delia.

“What was that about?” she asked, gesturing to the phone.

“Trying to score some more graduation tickets,” he said with a sigh and sat beside Delia. “Did you have fun with Mr. Turner?”

Will immediately coughed.

“Are you okay?” Delia asked Will, smacking him, hardly, on the back.

He quickly nodded, frowning at the pain now coursing through him.

“You know,” Patrick said scooting closer to Delia and slinging his arm around her waist, “I think we should go back to my dorm for a little while. Since it’ll be our last time seeing it. We need to give it a proper goodbye.”

“Oh you think?” she asked.

He nodded. “Remember when Ryan broke his arm and had to go home for a week? We had the room all to ourselves and we skipped classes all day that Monday. You were so sore the next day you could barely walk,” he whispered his her ear.

Delia couldn’t help but grin at the memory. Patrick’s roommate had been in some sort of accident and while Delia felt bad for him, she was extremely happy to learn that she’d be getting to spend the entire week with her boyfriend. It was risky, but oh so worth it as they literally spent the whole day in bed.

“Ah, you do remember,” Patrick said upon seeing Delia’s grin.

“How could I forgot?” she asked. “You ate an entire pint of Ben and Jerry’s off my stomach.”

“Hey, I worked up an appetite. So what do you say?”

“I can’t, I still have tons of stuff to pack.”

“What about that party tonight?” Will said. “Are we going?”

“Yes,” Delia said quickly. “We should go.” That way she could cut out early with the pretext of needing to pack and really go back to Grant’s hotel.

The door to the dorm opened and Lydia came in with several shopping bags. “Hey,” she said, throwing the bags down. “I finally found a dress for tomorrow.” She walked over to the couch and squeezed in-between Delia and Will. “So what’s my present?” she asked Delia.

“Can’t tell,” Delia said shaking her head.

Lydia sighed. “Of course not. Will I like it?”

“You’ll love it,” Delia said smiling.

“Good. At least I have that to look forward to.”

“What do you mean?” Will asked.

“I just found out that mom’s bringing her friend to graduation.”

“Her friend?” Delia asked.

“Her boyfriend,” Lydia said with some contempt.

“Boyfriend?” Delia questioned. Grant hadn’t mentioned that he was actually coming to the gradation. “Does your dad know?”

Lydia shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m sure it’ll turn out just wonderful,” she said with sarcasm.

“So the divorce isn’t even final and your mom’s already dating?” Will asked.

“Seems so,” Lydia said. “Which sucks, but I can’t exactly do anything about it.”

They sat and reminisced a bit about the old days; about skipped classes and crazy parties, weekends spent in just hanging around and, of course, the boys brought up their many sexual escapades.

Lydia showed Delia her new clothes while the boys went out and picked up dinner and by the time they had finished eating it was time to get ready for their last college party.

“My black dress or denim mini?” Lydia asked, holding up her dress and skirt, respectively.

“Hmm,” Delia said. “You wear the denim and I’ll wear my black dress.”

“Deal,” Lydia said, then went to the closet to find a shirt.

Delia’s little black dress was one of her absolutely favorite pieces of clothing. It was short and fairly tight, with thin little straps and fit her fantastically.

Lydia picked out a light blue tank top that didn’t leave much to the imagination and both girls got dressed together.

“Shouldn’t the party come tomorrow night?” Lydia asked, standing in front of the mirror and applying mascara.

“One will, I’m sure,” Delia said brushing out her hair.

“I just can’t believe we’re graduating tomorrow,” Lydia said sadly.

Delia nodded in agreement. Four years had passed awfully quick, it seemed.

“I’m just glad you and Patrick worked things out.”

“Well, we’re not exactly official.”

“I don’t get it,” Lydia said turning to Delia. “It’s like you just don’t want him to have the title of your boyfriend.”

“I’ve explained it to you, Lydia.”

“Yeah, I know, but I still don’t think it makes much sense.”

Neither did Delia. Because it didn’t. If Grant hadn’t been in the picture she would have taken Patrick back the second he called her, back during break. And they were back together, in every sense of the word. Well, except for the actual words of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend.’

“Anyway, I think Will’s trying to work something out so he can come down this summer.”

“Oh, that’ll be good,” Delia said, glad for the change of subject.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’m going to do down there without him.”

“Well, are you ready?”

Lydia nodded, smoothing out her skirt. “Are we meeting the guys or what?”

“At the party,” Delia said. “I’m going to drive in case they decide to stay out late or something. I want to get a good nights sleep tonight.”

Delia hate, hate, hated lying to Lydia but, well, she always wanted to get a good nights sleep techinally, didn’t she?

After another minute of final primping they left, chatting about their summer plans on the way. Everything was all set; they’d be staying the entire month of July. The thought of being with Grant for thirty-one days was so exciting she did all she could to hide her hundred-watt smile.

When they got to the party it took them ten minutes to find a spot to park; it was quite the turnout.

Inside, they found the guys, who had already found the liquor.

“Damn,” Will said, eyeing both Lydia and Delia up and down, “we’re some lucky bastards, Patrick.”

“And don’t forget it,” Lydia said.

“Here,” Patrick said, giving Delia a shot glass.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I can’t remember.”

She did the shot.

Tequila.

“It’s too loud here,” Lydia said, taking Will by the arm. “Let’s find somewhere to sit.”

Everyone followed Lydia into the hallway and to a room that was mostly empty, save for a few people scattered about. The girls claimed their space on an empty couch while the guys went off in search of more liquids.

“They’re both going to be so hung over tomorrow,” Lydia said.

“Oh I know,” Delia said. “It’s a good thing the ceremony’s not until two.”

They were back within minutes and managed to procure a bottle of vodka, a six pack, and a little something else.

“Uh, did you go to a mini-mart or something?” Lydia asked as Will dumped the goodies on the coffee table in front of them.

“I know the guy who provided the refreshments,” he said with a shrug, sitting beside Lydia.

“Okay, I’m a little squished,” Delia said after Patrick fitted himself on the three-person couch.

“Here,” Patrick said, pulling her onto his lap. “Problem solved.”

“Pass the vodka,” Delia said with a smirk.

She was graduating tomorrow and she was at her very last college party; she was going to have a good time, damn it.

Patrick reached over and grabbed the bottle from the table, then handed it to Delia. “We didn’t get glasses,” he said.

“Who needs ‘em?” she shrugged, then unscrewed the cap and tipped it to her lips.

“So Patrick,” Will said, “have a lighter on you?”

“No he doesn’t,” Delia said pointedly. “He quit smoking a month ago. For good this time.”

“Uh huh,” Will said looking away with a smile.

“Right?” Delia said looking back at Patrick.

“Yes. Right. Mostly.”

“Patrick!” she yelled, smacking him. “How come I haven’t noticed?”

“Two a week,” he said. “That’s all. Pretty much.”

Delia frowned.

“But I really am stopping.”

“Dude, the lighter?” Will said.

Patrick fished his lighter out from his back pocket and tossed it to Will.

Will reached in his pocket and pulled out a smoke of his own.

“Where’d you get that?” Lydia asked.

“I told you,” he smirked. “I know the guy who supplied the refreshments.” He lit the joint and took a long drag, then blew the smoke out. “Jesus, it’s been too long since I‘ve gotten high.” He took another drag, this time shorter, then passed it to Lydia.

She took a hit. “That’s not bad.”

“It’s quality green,” Will said.

“Delia?” Lydia asked offering the joint.

She couldn’t very well show up at Grant’s hotel high, but . . . buzzed would be okay. She took it.

“When was the last time we got high?” Patrick asked.

“That party at the Delta house,” Will said. “Like, four semesters ago.”

“Yeah,” Patrick nodded. “That was a good party,” he said with a chuckle and took the joint when Delia passed it on.

“Finish it,” Will said. “There’s more.”

Delia snuggled into Patrick and took another drink of vodka. She was really going to miss college life.

“Is it good?” Patrick asked, gesturing to the bottle in her hand.

“Not really,” she said and took another sip before giving the bottle to Patrick.

“So, you’re totally hanging at the beach house this summer?” Will asked, starting in on the other joint.

“For July,” Lydia said. “You were supposed to be talking to your dad about getting off.”

“You’re the only one who gets me off,” he said with a smirk.

“I’m serious,” Lydia said. “You’re coming down for a week and that’s final. And you’re bringing Patrick with you.”

“Yeah,” Delia added, not entirely aware of what she was saying.

“I’m trying,” Will said. “Hell, I guess I can always quit.”

“Right,” Lydia said smiling. “You know, dad’s always traveling for business in the summer.” She climbed up on Will’s lap and put her arms around his

shoulders. “There’s a good chance he could be gone for as many as three days.”

She placed a kiss on his neck. “Now wouldn’t that be fun?”

“The funnest,” Will said, meeting her lips in a kiss.

Well, Grant certainly hadn’t mentioned that, Delia thought with some annoyance.

“So you’d want me to come too?” Patrick asked.

“Of course,” Delia said, turning to him.

“Good,” he said.

After Lydia and Will stopped sucking each other’s faces, they started in on the six pack. Beer wasn’t Delia’s favorite, but by the time she finished her can she was beginning to develop a new appreciation for it. A Nine Inch Nails song came on and Patrick immediately jerked her up and into the living room to dance.

Which she found herself happy to do.

It was a fast song, but as it progressed, she and Patrick’s bodies got closer and closer until Delia’s arms were all the way around his neck, Patrick’s were fastened onto her hips, and they were, without a doubt, grinding on each other.

“Let’s get out of here,” Patrick whispered, dropping his head to kiss her neck. And dropping his hands to cup her ass.

Delia closed her eyes as her body started responding to Patrick’s.

He kissed up her neck and chin and parted her lips with his tongue, which Delia welcomed. She kissed back, stabbing her tongue at his.

Patrick mumbled something into her mouth before quickly pulling away. “Let’s find some place else to . . . dance,” he said and pulled her out into the hall.

Delia blinked her eyes a couple times. Her head was swimming and before she knew it, Patrick was ushering her into a bathroom at the back of the house.

“God I want you,” he uttered, his hands sliding up her sides.

Delia fastened her arms back around his neck and slipped her tongue back in his mouth.

They kissed heatedly for several minutes and Patrick’s hands began to inch up the hem of Delia’s dress.

“You look amazing tonight,” Patrick said breaking the kiss. “Every night,” he added, dropping his mouth to her neck and kissing down the top of her dress. He lifted her up onto the edge of the sink and slid between her thighs, wrapping his arms around her waist and slipping his tongue back in her mouth.

Delia moaned as Patrick’s body pressed up against hers.

He broke off the kiss and inched his lips over to her ear. “Let’s go upstairs,” he said. “Or back to the dorms. Hell, I’ll take you to a hotel, baby, but I need to be inside you.”

A hotel.

Fuck! Grant!

“No, I have to go,” Delia quickly said pulling away from him.

“What?” he asked in surprise.

“I - I completely forgot that I have to go back to the dorms and pack.”

“I’ll help you,” he said, kissing her neck again.

“Yeah right,” she said with a smile. “I really have to finish up.”

“It can wait,” he said kissing her lips.

Delia pulled away. “It really can’t,” she said wiggling free from him and hopping off the sink.

“You’re drunk; you can’t drive,” he said pulling her to him.

“I’m not,” she said shaking her head. “See?” She walked the length of the bathroom with her eyes closed. “I’m fine.”

“Delia-”

“I’m sorry,” she said contritely. “I really am. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Whatever,” he sighed.

“Tell Lydia I’m gone,” she said, then turned and left before she decided not to.

How could she have forgotten about going to see Grant?

Once outside she took a few deep breaths of the night air and headed for her car. She wasn’t drunk, but she wasn’t entirely sober either. Better safe than sorry though, so she’d go slow.

Glancing at the radio she saw that it was already past midnight. Hopefully Grant would still be awake.

It took over fifteen minutes to get to the hotel and by that time it was almost 12:30. She didn’t want to wake him if he was asleep, but damn it, she wanted to see him.

After finding a place to park she quickly made her way inside and up to Grant’s room.

It only took five minutes of knocking for him to come to the door.

“I’m going to have to leave room service a big tip,” Grant said when he saw Delia standing outside his door.

She smiled. “I’m the midnight special.”

Grant stepped out of the way and Delia went inside.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” he said shutting the door.

“I sort of lost track of the time,” she said.

“Oh?” he said

“Yeah,” she said sitting on the bed and leaning back on her hands. His jacket and tie were gone and in their place was a tee-shirt that fit incredibly well. Delia could spend an hour just staring at him. God, she was probably drooling.

“Delia?”

If she were being honest . . . forty-five was old. At least if you were twenty-one it was. Therefore, it should have been illegal for Grant to be as hot as he was.

“Delia?!”

“Oh,” she said looking up at him. “Sorry, I was. . . .”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” she said with a smile. “We went to this party and the time got away from me.”

“You didn’t have to come,” he said. “If you wanted to have stayed, you should have.”

“I didn’t want to stay,” she said shaking her head slowly. “And I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Yeah, you’re graduating tomorrow, huh?” he said walking over to where she sat on the bed.

Delia nodded. “So,” she said reaching up and unbuckling his belt, “do you think Mrs. Turner’s going to bring her new friend?”

“Oh no,” he said shaking his head. “She wouldn’t.”

“Are you sure?” Delia asked looking up at him.

“Did Lydia say something to you?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

“What?” he asked, his voice rising.

“That her mom’s bringing her new friend,” Delia said delicately.

“Oh this is bullshit!” he shouted turning away from Delia. “We’re not even divorced yet! And she’s bringing him to my daughter’s graduation?” No, I don’t think so,” he said walking to the table beside the bed and picking up the phone.

“No,” Delia said, crawling up the bed and taking the phone from his hand. “How are you going to tell her you found out?”

“What could she be thinking?” he demanded, letting Delia put down the phone. “It’s so fucking inconsiderate.”

“Is it,” Delia said sitting up on her knees. “But let’s think about the situation for a minute.” Reaching up, she pulled Grant’s belt from his pants and tossed it to the floor. “Mrs. Turner’s new, uh, friend is what? At least as old as she is. But you, Mr. Turner,” she paused and smiled, “well, look what you have. A young, hot, and oh so willing girl who wants nothing more than to be completely dominated by you.”

“Completely dominated?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

She grinned. “Why not?”

“I think my mood’s improving,” he said.

“Good,” she said then reached back up and unbuttoned his pants, then slid them down his legs. She pulled him down on her and together they scooted up to the head of the bed and their mouths joined.

“Did I tell you how fucking good you look?” Grant asked in-between kisses.

“I’m not sure you did,” she said with a smirk.

“Heart attack inducing,” he said. “Even for a man twenty years younger.”

“I aim to please,” she said nudging him over to his back and slipping on top of him. She tugged his shirt off and tossed it aside, then began kissing down his body. She trailed her tongue down the middle of his chest and back up, veering off to lick his nipples a few times before sucking them into her mouth.

Her hand slowly made its way down his body to stroke his hardening flesh through the thin material of his boxers. His cock jumped at the attention and Delia chuckled to herself.

Making its way down his body, her mouth alternated between kissing, licking, and sucking on his skin. She slid her tongue over his abs, licking his ribs one at a time, before dipping it into his bellybutton. Her hands came up to his hips and slowly pulled his shorts down, then flung them aside.

She continued down his body without pulling away until the head of his erection was in her mouth.

Grant groaned out as Delia sucked him. He let his hands grip the sheets on the bed knowing that pretty soon they’d be buried in Delia’s long, dark hair. His eyes were closed and he took a deep breath as his body ached in the most exquisite way.

Above him, Delia released the head of Grant’s cock from her mouth and slowly licked him up and down, sliding her tongue all the way to the underside of him. She teased him a bit, stabbing the tip of her tongue at the head, then the underside, then back to the head.

“Delia,” he moaned.

Smiling, she gave in and closed her lips around the head, sucking, sucking, sucking.

Grant moaned again, digging his fingers into the bed.

Delia began sliding her lips up and down Grant’s cock, going all the way from tip to base.

With a sigh, Grant arched his back off the bed. He opened his eyes and the site of Delia’s head bobbing up and down between his legs was enough to make him even harder. He slid his hands down the bed until they were even with Delia’s head, then he gradually eased them into her soft hair.

Her sucking increased. The pressure of her mouth intensified and she picked up speed.

With a groan, Grant thrust up into her mouth and dug his head into the pillow. She was going to be the death of him, he just knew it. His body, as great a shape as it was in, was just going to give out one day.

Delia tightened her lips even more and began going up and down on him even faster. She felt both of Grant’s hands pull her hair and he came with a strangled groan.

His hands fell to the bed.

Delia swallowed her prize, then released him altogether.

“Delia,” he sighed, pulling her up to him.

“Hmm?” she said, placing a light kiss on his jaw.

“You’re unbelievable.”

She smiled and kissed his lips. “I love being appreciated.”

Grant raised his head and captured a nipple between his lips. “I could appreciate you all night.”

“I’d let you,” she sighed closing her eyes.

Grant kissed up to her neck and quickly flipped her over on her back. He bent his head and thrust his tongue in Delia’s mouth, while his hands slid up her body to stop at her breasts.

The kiss deepened and Delia’s body begged for Grant. With a moan she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him to her.

His hands traveled up to her shoulders and he slid the thin straps of her dress down her arms, then tugged it the rest of the way down her body.

Delia unlocked her legs from Grant and raised her hips, letting him slip the dress off her body. Immediately he reached beneath her, unhooked her bra, then pulled it from her and had her underwear off just as quickly.

“Grant,” she moaned, pulling him down for a kiss.

Their tongues joined once again and Delia threaded her hands through his hair. She arched her body upward and rubbed against Grant. He felt so good; strong and hard above her and the core between Delia’s legs was in desperate need of attention.

“Grant,” she said pulling her mouth from his.

“Yeah,” he said nodding his head. He dropped his hands to her thighs and slid them apart, then slipped himself between them.

“Now,” she moaned and the word was barely out of her mouth before Grant was inside her. Delia tossed her head back into the pillows and a cry escaped her lips. Her legs wrapped back around Grant’s waist and she squeezed as tightly as she could.

“Delia,” he groaned, his lips at her ear.

He slid all the way in and stayed still for just a second . . . and then he was slamming into her with a ferocity that made Delia gasp.

She dug her nails into his back and bucked her hips toward him. God, he felt so amazing, so deep inside her, filling her, consuming her. Delia couldn’t stop the cries, the gasps, the moans from shooting from her mouth every five seconds.

Grant’s hands held tightly on to Delia’s hips as he continued his fervent thrusting. Harder and harder he went until he was plunging all the way in and pulling all the way out. His chest slammed against Delia’s violently and had he been able to think straight, he probably would have been worried about hurting her.

“Ohhh Grant, yessss!” Delia screamed arching up to him and pressing her head into the pillow. He was so deep and so hard and he was going faster and faster and faster and-

“Grant!” she cried as she came; every part of her body electric. She gasped and sucked in air and her body continued to thrust toward Grant, seemingly of its own will. Her eyes shut and her hands fell to the bed and Delia was lost to everything until Grant finally collapsed on top of her with a tortured groan.

For ten minutes the only sound in the room was their breathing.

Their heavy breathing.

“I have to go,” Delia finally said, somewhat reluctantly.

“Stay,” he said, his head still buried in her shoulder.

“I wish I could,” she said, stroking his head.

With a sigh Grant sat up. “I guess you should get some sleep for tomorrow.”

“You too,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah, it’ll turn out well, I just know it,” he said with sarcasm.

“Just remember all the things you have and she doesn’t,” she said sitting up.

“I will,” he nodded. “I’ll try anyway.”

“Good,” Delia said and leaned over and kissed him. “Now help me find my clothes.”

After dressing and making herself presentable Delia kissed Grant goodnight and left the hotel room. He was right, she did need to get to sleep, but how could she after that?

Delia sped on the way back to the dorms. If Lydia got back before she did, it’d be really hard to explain why she was out. And she still hadn’t finished packing things up.

Several minutes later she pulled into the parking lot of her dormitory and several more minutes later she was in her bathroom, putting on a tank top and shorts.

She washed her face and brushed her hair out and was really looking forward to bed. Whether or not she could fall asleep was anybody’s guess, but physically, she was tired as hell.

She had just pulled the covers back and was about to crawl into bed when someone knocked at her door.

Grumbling, Delia walked over to the door and pulled it back.
Patrick stumbled in.

“Hey,” he said with a grin, grabbing onto Delia’s desk for support.

“Patrick?” she said, letting the door shut.

“Hey,” he said again. “I caught a ride from that girl in our Lit class.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to see you,” he said putting his arms around her waist.

“You’re so very drunk,” she said with a chuckle.

“Nah, m’fine,” he said shaking his head, then rested it on Delia’s shoulder.

He smelled like a distillery. “You need to sleep,” she said pulling away from him.

“Nah,” he said again. “All I need is you.” He pulled her back to him and kissed her.

While Delia thought of herself as a modern girl, definitely, she didn’t like the thought of having sex with two different guys in the same night.

“Patrick,” she said, pulling away again, “you really should sleep it off.”

He jerked away from her with an annoyed sigh. “Why do you hate me all of a sudden?”

“I don’t hate you,” she said gently.

“Well, this whole day you’ve fucking acted like it,” he said and sat down on her bed.

His voice wasn’t angry, he was hurt and Delia felt like shit. She sat down beside him and put her arm around his neck.

“You know we have a busy day tomorrow.”

Patrick nodded. “I know, but I just want to be with you.”

“And you know you’re drunk,” she said with a smile.

He nodded again, and this time he leaned in to her.

“Why don’t you just stay the night here?” she said kissing his forehead.

“No,” he said standing up. “You don’t want me to.”

“Yes I do,” she said, pulling him back to the bed. “Come on.” She pulled the covers back and ushered Patrick into bed, pulled his shoes off, then went and clicked the light off and climbed in beside him.

His arms went around her waist and he pulled her close to him. Delia snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes.

He was right of course. Ever since the mention of Grant being in town Delia had been practically oblivious to Patrick. It was like Mr. Turner was the circus come to town and Delia was a little girl who couldn’t concentrate on her homework. Not that Patrick was homework.

When she got back from spring break, Patrick had been the good old Patrick he’d been before they broke up. And even during their break, Delia never stopped loving him. But the whole ‘keeping things casual’ thing was really starting to bother him. And Delia was only doing it so she could be with Grant without feeling like she was cheating on Patrick. Which, surprisingly, was working. She felt guilty for not paying enough attention to him, but . . . not guilty for fucking Grant.

Not yet anyway.

She turned around to face Patrick; he was already asleep.

Eventually she’d have to make a choice.

But not today.


To say the next morning was busy would have been a huge understatement. Everyone had senior breakfast to attend, then an awards ceremony, and then they had to rush back to get ready for gradation.

It went by at a mind-numbingly slow pace. The dean spoke, then there was the guest speaker who had apparently become some big, important CEO, then the Valedictorian, and lastly the president of the college.

Finally, the last name was called out and they were released into the world. And the reception.

Hundreds of people milled around outside, hugging and talking and slowing making their way to the reception hall.

“Well, we did it!” Lydia said with a grin, throwing her arms around Delia.

“Can you believe it?” Delia asked letting go.

She shook her head. “It’s surreal, isn’t it?”

“Definitely,” Delia agreed.

“There are the two graduates.”

Both Delia and Lydia turned to see Grant approaching them.

Grant hugged Lydia and kissed her on the forehead. “I’m so proud of you, honey.”

Lydia beamed. “Now about my surprise?”

“Later,” he said.

Lydia frowned.

Grant turned to Delia. “Congratulations sweetie,” he said and hugged her.

“Thanks,” she said with a little grin.

“Oh great,” Lydia said motioning in front of her. “I better head mom off before she gets here.”

“That might be best,” Grant said with a frown.

“Be nice,” Lydia said, then took off.

“So that’s him,” Delia said looking at the man who stood with Lydia and Mrs. Turner. The man was probably the same age as Grant but a bit shorter and definitely not as well built.

“That’s him,” Grant said with a nod.

“Well, he’s attractive,” she said with some hesitation. “I guess. But he can’t compare to you,” she grinned.

“Oh really?” he asked with a smile.

“Totally.”

“So I ran into your dad.”

“Yeah?”

Grant nodded. “Yeah and I’m a giant son-of-a-bitch.”

“But a cute one,” Delia said.

“So you’re coming to the party at the house later?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Delia said.

The rest of the afternoon went by rather quickly. She had her picture taken with Lydia, Will, and Patrick at least a hundred times, then sat with her parents at the reception for a while before going back to her house and celebrating some more with her aunts, uncles, and cousins. Then, before she knew it, it was after five and time to head to Lydia’s.

Lydia’s mother had been planning her graduation party for two months and Delia knew it’d be amazing.

She wasn’t wrong.

People stood out by the pool sipping champagne and eating hors d’oeuvres as waiters waltzed by. Delia immediately spotted Lydia and made her way over to her friend.

“Quite the little soirée,” Delia said.

Lydia rolled her eyes. “Just mom showing off.”

“I think it’s working,” Delia said.

“I just hope Will gets here soon,” Lydia said with a sigh.

They barely got to talk for five minutes before Lydia’s mom signaled to her and she had to go mingle. Delia didn’t mind terribly much though, as it gave her a chance to go find Grant.

He wasn’t out on the patio or the deck, so Delia wasn’t too surprised to find him alone in the living room.

“Hey there,” she said.

Grant looked up. “Hi.”

“Not much going on in here.”

“Too much going on out there.”

Delia walked over to the couch and sat beside him. “What is it?” she asked.

“I hate seeing that prick in my house. My house!”

“Hmm,” Delia said, a smile spreading across her face. “Would you like to get back at Mrs. Turner?”

“I really would,” he said.

“Isn’t there something you can think of that’d be pretty . . . vengeful? Maybe not something she’d have to know about exactly, but a kind of secret knowledge you’d have?”

It took a second for it to dawn on Grant, but then he quickly looked around to make sure they were alone, then he grabbed Delia’s hand and pulled her up from the couch.

Once upstairs in Grant’s former bedroom, and Mrs. Turner’s current one, they wasted no time. Of which they had very little.

Grant was possibly the most enthusiastic Delia had ever seen him. He laid her out on the bed and had her stripped within seconds, his tongue eagerly stabbing in her mouth.

Delia didn’t mind the quick pace. Though she preferred her time with Grant to be long and drawn out, she was very aware of how risky they were being. It was really an insane thing to do; not to mention stupid. But that made it all the hotter.

And because it was so risky there wasn’t much time for foreplay. Which worked out, because the mere thought of having sex with Grant in his own bed while a hundred people were downstairs was foreplay enough for Delia.

And all too soon, yet, not soon enough, Grant was inside her and Delia was doing her best not to scream his name out. Sure, everyone was outside but there was no underestimating the decibel level of Delia when she was lost in the throes of passion. Grant’s keenness did nothing to help it either. And nothing could stop the bed from crashing against the wall as dangerously as it was.

“God, Grant!” Delia cried, her arms wrapped tightly around his back.

Grant groaned, forcing himself deeper into Delia, slamming his chest harder into hers.

With a gasp, Delia’s eyes rolled back in her head and she came, letting go of Grant’s back.

A minute later, so did Grant.

“We gotta go,” he said and rolled off her. “We’ve already been gone way too long.”

Delia sat up, not caring for the abruptness. Yes, they most definitely had to get back downstairs, but Grant could have been a teeny bit more considerate. Would a goodbye kiss have killed him?

She got up from the bed and slipped her clothes on, something not feeling quite right.

“You go on down; I’ll come in a minute,” he said buttoning his shirt.
Delia nodded. “I guess I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah,” he said.


When Delia got back outside she found Lydia, and Will who had just arrived, and was relived to learn that she hadn’t been all that missed. They sat at a table on the patio and ate, discussing the previous night.

“I thought I was going to die this morning,” Will said. “I don’t know why Lydia let me drink that much.”

“Oh like I could stop you,” Lydia said.

“So where’s Patrick?” Delia asked.

“He couldn’t get away from his family stuff,” Will said.

“Okay, I think I’ve waited long enough for my present,” Lydia said standing up. “I’ll be back.\"

“So, Delia darling,” Will said, “what’s up with you and Patrick?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You cut out early last night. And just when it was getting good, I hear.”

“What, is there like, no secrets between the four of us?” she said hostilely.

“Not between you and me,” he said with a grin.

“I had stuff to do,” Delia shrugged.

“Stuff or someone?”

“It’s really getting old, Will,” she sighed.

“It’s still fun for me,” he grinned again. “But here’s the thing: I hate seeing my boy hurt.”

“Your boy?” she asked incredulously. “You didn’t seem too concerned about your boy when you were-” she didn’t finished.

“Three-waying you and Lydia?” he said with a smirk. “Anyway, that was different.”

“How so?”

“You weren’t back together.”

“We’re not officially . . . formally back together now. Exactly.”

“Which is bullshit. The only reason you’re stringing him along is because of your perverse crush on Grant.”

“It’s complicated.”

“No it’s not. You want to have your cock and eat it too.”

“Brilliant,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“It’s a pretty sweet deal you have. Hell, if I could fuck other chicks and it wasn’t cheating on Lydia, wouldn’t I?\"
“Exactly.”

“Only not,” he said sitting up straight. “Because I don’t want to fuck anyone else. Only Lydia. Because I love her.”

“So you’re lecturing me?”

“I just think you should get your priorities in order. That’s all. Patrick loves you.”

Delia couldn’t answer though because there was a clinking of glasses and all attention was turned to Grant who was standing on the top step of the deck with a tiny box in his hand.

“If I could just have everyone’s attention for a minute,” he said. “You know, I can remember a time when we weren’t even sure Lydia was going to graduate from high school. She was always a little too preoccupied with her hair or shoes than actual school work. But she pulled it together, didn’t she? And look where we are now.”

Everyone clapped and Lydia looked thoroughly embarrassed. And maybe a little pleased.

“I’m so proud of her,” Grant said. “So come here, you,” he said to Lydia.

Grinning, she walked up the steps to where Grant stood.

He handed her the little box. “Congratulations.”

Unable to hide her smile, Lydia ripped off the brightly colored wrapping and opened the box, gasping. “Dad?”

“Let’s see!” someone shouted.

Lydia held her fingers up and dangling from them was a set of keys.

“It should be around front,” Grant said with a smile.

Without another word Lydia ran down the steps, grabbed Delia’s hand, and took off for the driveway.

Parked there was a bright red Mustang GT Convertible.

Lydia jumped around and squealed for five minutes before her mom dragged her back to the party where she was surprised yet again when she was presented with a trip for her and Will to Hawaii.

“It’s like a really kick ass Christmas!” Lydia said hugging Will. “A car and a trip? I should graduate every year!”

Delia quietly slipped away, hoping, with all the fanfare going on, that she wouldn’t be missed for a few minutes.

When Mrs. Turner announced what she was giving Lydia, Grant went inside. Looking anything but happy.

Delia found him in the kitchen with a glass and a bottle of scotch.

“Am I interrupting?” Delia asked.

“Not at all,” Grant said.

“So?”

“I hate her,” he said shaking his head. “I can’t believe she’s doing this. I mean, she’s the one who wanted to split up in the first place! And she pulls this shit.”

“What is she doing?” Delia asked.

“Trying to out-do me every time.”

“Grant, I don’t think a week on the beach out does a mustang.”

“And that’s another thing! It’s completely uncalled for and completely inappropriate!”
“But you don’t think your present was?”

“Lydia needed a car. She’s already spending a month at the beach, what does she need a trip for? I need a trip! We should take a trip! Where do you want to go, Delia? Anywhere. Name it.”

“Am I supposed to jump for joy at that?” she asked unhappily. “Because, I like being used as much at the next girl, but I’m not interested.”

“What are you talking about?”

Delia crossed her arms over her chest; it suddenly clicked, as if out of no where. “You want to take me somewhere so you can feel like you’ve won. So you can get back at your wife. Who you still love, by the way. You’re angry with her because she’s dating someone? Well, what are you doing? She’s hurt you so badly and you’re doing anything you can to not feel it. And that’s all I am to you. Your distraction. A toy to keep you busy.”

She turned around and walked away.


Delia sat on her knees in the middle of her dorm hunched over a half-filled cardboard box. She had finally finished all her packing and was taping up the last of the boxes. Lydia and Will were still at Lydia’s house going over the details of their trip, despite it being almost nine PM. Delia had declined to stay, citing more packing issues as her reasoning for fleeing. Well, what else could she say?

“Gee, Lydia, I’m sorry I can’t stay but I’m mad at your dad because all this time he’s been fucking me, it was just to get back at his soon-to-be ex-wife.”

That wasn’t exactly acceptable.

Someone knocked on her door.

She stood up and dusted herself off, then answered it.

“Hey,” Patrick said stepping inside the dorm.

“Hey,” Delia said back, genuinely happy to see him.

“Sorry I missed all the fun at Lydia’s, I could not get away from my parents.”

“They’re just proud of their boy. Who graduated in the top ten per cent of his class,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah, we’ll see how proud they are when I’m jobless and living in the basement,” he said sitting on Delia’s bed.

“Oh please,” she said waving her hand. “You already have résumés out.”

“I’m so not ready for the real world,” he said.

Delia nodded. “I wish we could stay in the fake one just a little longer.”

“Me too,” he said. “So, are you staying the night tonight?”

“Yeah, one last time.”

“I guess I am too. One final night before going back to the parents.”

“It’s gonna to be such a drag,” she said sitting beside him. “But hopefully Lydia and I can get an apartment. Well, after we find employment.”

“Sounds solid. You know, I’m not going to get to see you everyday anymore.”

“But you’re just two counties over,” she said with a smile.

“Instead of two dorms over.”

Grinning, she sat up on her knees. “Are you going to miss me, Patrick? Miss seeing me everyday? Miss admiring me?” she teased.

“You know it,” he said pulling her to him.

“I’m going to miss you too,” she said seriously.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are, today?” he asked, trailing his thumb over Delia’s lip.

Delia kissed his finger, then leaned in and kissed him.

It was a slow, sweet kiss that began building and building until their tongues were thrusting in each other’s mouths at an almost violent pace.

Delia pushed Patrick down to the bed and climbed on top of him; her mouth never leaving his.

Below her, Patrick kicked off his shoes and wrapped his arms around Delia’s waist.

After several minutes, Delia sat up and slowly slid her shirt off her body.

“You’re so beautiful,” Patrick said sitting up and kissing between her breasts. He reached around to her back and undid her bra, then tugged it from her body and tossed it away.

“Mmm,” Delia moaned closing her eyes as Patrick’s lips immediately fastened around a perky nipple. She pushed his head into her and he started sucking intensely. Her hands touched the bed while her thighs straddled him and she pressed her body down onto him.

Without warning, Patrick flipped Delia to her back and reached for her shorts, undoing them and sliding them down her legs.

Delia reached up and pulled Patrick’s shirt off then stabbed her tongue out at his nipple before letting herself fall back to the bed.

Patrick’s head dropped to Delia’s neck where he began placing kisses all along her skin. His tongue came out to trace over her collarbone and down her chest, stopping to provide some much needed attention to her hard little nipples. He took his time just licking them, letting his wet tongue stab at them in slow, tormenting strokes. All the while Delia arched up to him over and over again.

“Patrick,” she moaned. “More.”

He gave in, sucking the first bud in his mouth, then the other, gently biting down on the second one.

Delia gasped out.

Patrick went lower. His mouth inched down her flat stomach, stopping to suck here and there. His hands came up and his fingers hooked themselves in the thin straps of material at Delia’s hips and he tugged her underwear slowly off her body.

“Oooh,” she moaned when Patrick’s tongue plunged into the growing fire between her thighs. She kept her hands at her sides, not yet letting them weave through Patrick’s dark hair.

Oh but he had a sweet mouth! His tongue could reach so far, so deep. Something he had in common with a certain someone else but Delia definitely wasn’t going to think about him now.

“Patrick,” she cried, both her hands coming up to thread in his hair. “Yesss.” She pushed him further into her, biting down on her lip from screaming his name out again as he stroked her up and down.

He began thrusting in and out, going a little deeper each time.

Delia was going out of her mind and silently begged for more.

Which Patrick gave her by sipping her clit into his mouth and sucking on it for a good ten seconds until she came, bellowing out something that was a mix between a gasp and a moan.

Patrick sat back to let Delia calm down.

Finally she opened her eyes and moaned for him.

“Hmm?” he said, leaning over her and kissing her neck.

“I need you touching me,” she said desperately.

He dipped his tongue in her mouth while his hands came up to cup both her breasts, twisting and tugging the nipples until Delia was painfully flooded with desire for him again.

She heaved Patrick over to his back and her hands flew to the fly of his pants, stroking him a few times before she unzipped him. Thirty seconds later and both his pants and boxers were on the floor.

Delia let her fingers barely trace up the length of Patrick’s rock hard cock while her mouth licked and sucked its way over his chest.

“Delia,” he said with some urgency, arching his body upwards.

“What?” she asked with a grin, kissing his bottom lip.

He moaned, closing his eyes as Delia’s hand took him whole and began pumping him up and down.

She finished kissing down his body, dancing her tongue through the path of dark hair that started below his bellybutton and led to the spot where Patrick was begging for her tongue to be.

This time it was Patrick who gasped as Delia licked the tip of his cock. He groaned and let his head dig into the pillows as her lips took him deep into her mouth. His hand dropped to her head and clamped onto her long hair.

Delia sucked him for a minute more before releasing him and crawling back up Patrick’s body.

“Patrick,” she moaned, nose to nose with him.

“I love you,” he said, burying his face in her neck, his hands latching onto her hips to guide her on him.

Delia quickly thrust down, impaling herself on his firm cock.

They cried out together, luscious tension building between them.

Moaning and letting her head fall back, Delia threw her body onto Patrick’s, but stayed still. Her hands scarcely held on to his broad shoulders; all her support was centered on her . . . center. “God, Patrick, I’m sorry,” she said with another moan.

“For what?” he barely gasped.

“I don’t know,” she said and started thrusting, riding him for all he was worth.

Patrick’s hands gripped her hips and he thrust up to meet her every stroke; their rhythm amazing.

“Patrick!” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut and digging her fingers into his shoulders. She slammed her breasts up against Patrick’s chest again and again, both their bodies thrusting to meet.

Patrick locked his hands on Delia’s hips and he rocked her back and forth on him, gasping out from the incredible friction.

“Ohh Patrick,” she moaned, throwing her head back, yet slinging her body forward. She thrust once more before coming with another cry, collapsing on top of Patrick like dead weight.

He slid his hands to her ass and continued pumping into her until, with a groan of his own, he came himself.

Still breathing heavily, Delia reached down and pulled the covers up, snuggling back down into Patrick’s arms.

She was tired, extremely tired, and Patrick was so warm, Delia was drifting off. She was two seconds away from falling asleep when there was a knock at her door.

Delia ignored it.

But someone kept knocking.

“Lydia, why don’t you ever have your key?” she grumbled to herself as she pulled her shorts and top back on. She stumbled over to the door, still half asleep, and jerked it open.

There stood Grant.

“What are you doing here?” she asked in surprise.

“We need to talk.”

Delia looked behind her; Patrick was still sleeping. “Here,” she said, ushering him out into the hall.

“Won’t somebody see us?” he asked looking around.

“Most everyone’s already gone. So what are you doing here?” she asked again.

“I’m going back to Savannah tonight.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, Delia. My life has been thrown into utter chaos and I really think I’m losing it. I woke up one January morning and my wife told me she wanted a divorce. And everything after that hasn’t made any sense to me. At all. But . . . but then there’s you. And you shouldn’t make sense, but you make me feel so needed. Like I’m not just some middle aged, thrown away jerk. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you’re not any of those things,” she said strongly. “You’re one of the most amazing men I’ve ever met.”

“You’re pretty amazing, you know that?” he said with a smile.

Delia smiled herself, as she finally realized something. As she finally realized what she and Grant had. “Maybe,” she said shrugging her shoulders. “So, I want you to know that I’m okay with everything.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

She nodded.

“And we’re okay?”

Delia nodded again. “We’re even better,” she said with a smile.

“We are?” he asked with a smile, pulling her to him.

“Maybe something could be worked out where I’m at the beach house while Lydia isn’t.”

“You know, there’s no reason you can’t come . . . the day before.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, a smile starting to creep across her face.

“Instead of coming down with Lydia you could come down yourself. Before she does.”

“You know,” she said, “I think that could be arranged.”

Grinning, Grant bent his head and kissed her.

Delia kissed back.

“I have to get on the road,” he said once they pulled away.

“I guess I’ll see you in two months, then,” Delia said.

“I’ll be counting down the days,” he said, then kissed her a final time before leaving.

Delia slipped back inside her dorm and crawled back in bed beside Patrick. Without question, she loved him. She was completely in love with Patrick and had been since she first saw him three and a half years ago in the campus dining hall. And that was that.

But. . . .

But that had nothing to do with Grant.

It was going to be an awesome summer.

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A/N: Okay, summer is coming. Sometime. Unless all interest in this series has been lost... Anyway, I plan on going back and re-editing all the past chapters. Just so you know. Thanks for reading!