I think that surprised even Ron. I was getting hard by all the interplay. I could only imagine what it was doing for him. I should have realized how worked up Robin would be, the center of attention for an entire work team.
Beth grabbed Amie by the arm and pulled her over next to me. She pushed the shocked girl into my arms, and then sidled in beside her, leaving me holding the two teenagers while Robin continued her full body massage of Ron’s front side.
“Wow. I’m a pretty good judge of these things, Ron, and from where I’m standing, that just might be more than a mouthful.” Robin kept on the offensive.
I thought Amie was going to have a heart attack. I pulled her close and gave her a kiss. She melted a bit. “They’re just playing, don’t sweat it. You’re an adult now, and so is your old man.”
She clung to me, shutting her eyes. “He’s my Dad, Jack.”
“He’s a man. Just like you’re one hell of a woman.” I gave her another kiss, a longer one, just to calm her down. My hand started to wander down to her delightful butt, but I pulled it back to her waist, not wanting to appear TOO familiar with Daddy’s little princess. Not with what he already knew of my proclivities.
“Dinner’s about ready,” Debbie called from the door to the new attachment. “I could use a little help.”
“Robin, why don’t you go clean up? Hot and sweaty looks good on you, but clean and sexy looks even better.”
She turned and stuck her tongue out at me. “Spoil sport.” Still, she took my advice and headed in, but not before pulling Ron’s head down for a quick kiss. I definitely spotted tongue. Bad girl.
I released my girls, and sent them off ahead of us. “We’re right behind you.”
Ron and I just looked at each other for a minute, then we both broke out in embarrassed laughter.
“Damn, that’s one hellion, you’ve got there.” Ron laughed.
“Yeah. She’s like that. Almost upset the apple-cart when she arrived here. It took some doing to fit her in. Luckily her sister Karen and Jim have taken on the job of keeping her out of our hair.”
“Her sister? You guys are full of surprises. I have to say that Amie looked awful comfortable around you.” His tone wasn’t accusing, more like teasing.
“She’s great. Gorgeous, friendly and sweet as sugar. But Beth and Debbie are more than enough for me. I couldn’t do a girl like that justice.” I didn’t want to leave it there. “I guess you’ve noticed we’re awfully friendly around here. Beth’s been working with her on Eric. The boy was doomed from the moment that Amie set her sights on him. And with Beth there to help things along, God, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. With a bazooka.”
“I’m not one to judge. Her mother was a wild one. Hotter than fresh poured asphalt. As long as everyone’s happy, and nobody’s getting hurt.”
“C’mon Ron, let’s wash up and eat. And don’t let Robin’s teasing bother you.”
“Bother me? Shit, the little hussy made my day! And it was already a damn good one.”
“And you haven’t even tasted Debbie’s lasagna yet.”
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Dinner was Debbie’s best – Lasagna and garlic toast. I ate too much as did our guest, and there were no leftovers. Too bad, since her day-old lasagna, if anything, was even better. Karen and Jim had never made it over, they were staying at his house, something they did a couple of times a week. It was nice to have another man around to help with the testosterone / estrogen imbalance.
Ron earned brownie points helping Debbie clean up.
“Ron, you’re a guest. I’ve got this.” Debbie insisted.
I almost butted in, knowing how Debbie hated to share her kitchen.
“Darling, you worked your pretty little butt off making this amazing dinner. What kind of jerk would I be not to help just a bit? Hell, without your kind offer of dinner, I’d be home throwing away the wrapper off another microwave dinner.” He did a fair job of clearing the table and partially loading the dishwasher. Beth took on the after dinner task of putting the girls down. They had eaten before we had, but were allowed to stay up while we ate, re-watching episodes of SpongeBob for the umpteenth time. It helped keep the language at the table a little in line.
Amie helped me mix up some after dinner drinks for everyone, Kahlua and vodka, and joined me on the couch, already working on hers.
The wine with dinner seemed to have already loosened her up a bit. “Friday night was the most incredible experience of my life.” She was leaning in close, whispering.
“Pretty fucking amazing for me too.” I assured her.
“Thanks for going along with my dad, and making me a full partner. I didn’t put him up to it.” She had her arm around me and was acting awfully intimate with her old man 20 feet away.
“I know. He just wants to take care of you.”
“He’s a great dad,” she admitted, before licking and tasting my neck.
“Seems like it. I like him. He seems genuine,” I confessed.
“Genuine. I like the sound of that. That would be a pretty good description for the old fart. What you see is what you get.” She turned my face to hers. “Kiss me again, Jack, quick before dad gets back. I don’t want him to know all about us yet.”
Us? Yet? I leaned over and gave her a warm kiss, copping a quick feel, keeping an eye out over her shoulder for any entrance by our house-mates or guests. She was the first to pull away, thanking me.
Beth joined us a minute later, plopping down beside me in her favorite spot. We were becoming more and more like an old married couple, taking on the same household roles, sitting in the same places. I wasn’t about to complain. Beth lifted her leg over mine, and I caressed her soft thigh, already thinking about the things I’d be doing to her soon enough. Her teasing of Amie’s dad had gotten me worked up, and she’d continued through dinner. Turn out that Ron is a fair flirt as well. Good thing around our place.
Amie got up and made her way over to the love-seat, stretching her long sexy legs out and resting her feet on our old coffee table. I loved that coffee table. It was big and solid, all wood, and a good four feet square, maybe larger. It could hold a lot of stuff, and could take a lot of abuse. It was scratched and stained, so nobody worried about coasters, or feet, or any other body parts damaging the finish. It had character.
Robin showed up next. She sat down next to me, and moved in close. She leaned across me and spoke to Beth. “Hey Beth, any chance of a little party after this? The upstairs is looking awfully lonely.”
“What do you think, Jack?” Beth asked me, giving no hint as to her preference.
“I’d say that’s yours and Debbie’s call. Could be fun,” I admitted.
“Fun? Just give me a chance, and I’ll blow your mind, big boy. Fuck, I’m wound up tighter than a nun’s ass,” Robin whispered.
Her latest after shower T-shirt, “Ladies don’t spit,” hinted that she’d blow more than my mind given half a chance.
I pulled Robin in close and whispered to her, “I’ll put in a good word with Debbie. You might try charming her a bit tonight before we pop the question.”
While we were chatting, Ron and Debbie entered the room. Ron took a seat next to his hot-looking daughter, and Debbie came over to stand in front of us.
“A hint, sweetie. You’re in Debbie’s seat,” I reminded Robin with a whisper.
Robin slid off the couch, running her hand down Debbie’s side. “Dinner was great as always, Deb. I wish I could somehow show you how much I appreciate it.” She leaned in and gave Deb a kiss on the cheek. She could be nice when she tried. Seeing the best seats all taken, she sat down in the lone remaining lounge chair.
Debbie settled in next to me. I slid off the couch and removed her shoes and footies, then sat back down and pulled her feet into my lap, rubbing her instep. “Another glorious dinner, Debbie. You outdid yourself.”
“It was just Lasagna, Jack. It’s not like you’ve never had it before.”
“I can never get enough of it,” I reminded her.
“My lasagna?” she asked, teasing me, sliding her foot next to my crotch.
“Among other things,” I assured her, leaning in for a smooch.