His dad smiled widely and nudged him in the ribs. “I mean, all those women, naked, nubile and young, gorgeous, God Almighty!”
He slapped his hands together, laughing.
Dexter was beginning to understand.
“I mean, you saw how they were. And, the weirdness of us being nude around each other aside, those girls were so fascinated with us!” he said, smiling.
Dexter nodding, trying to conceal his confusion and growing concern.
“And when it finally happened,” he said, clapping his son on the shoulder, “Oh my God. To think you get to have that on such a regular basis! God, Dexter, you are one lucky man!”
Stunned, he sat in silence. He finally understood completely. Jessie hadn’t been telling him a story the night before. She’d actually had sex with his own dad.
“In all seriousness though, son,” Don said, turning. “I’m really, really okay. I mean, I’m obviously happier than I’ve been in a long time. Jessie is a breath of fresh air and is taking care of the house better than any else ever could, and she’s been helping me find a date. Now, my wonderful son lets her have sex with me. It’s too much.”
Dexter nodded, trying to recover.
“Do me a favor, and tell your girlfriend that I’m okay,” he said.
Dexter turned, looking at him. His dad turned and saw the confusion there. “Oh shit,” Don said. “You didn’t know.”
Immediately, Dex saw the look on his dad’s face drop, and he snapped back to reality. “Huh? No, of course I did!” Dexter said, determined not to break his dad’s heart by revealing that he actually hadn’t known.
His dad looked at him, concerned.
“You think I wouldn’t know about my girlfriend trying to seduce you?” he asked, rolling his eyes.
His dad broke into a smile. “Son, I don’t mind saying that it was the most intense sex I’ve ever had.”
Dexter forced himself to smile, his stomach wrenching up in knots. He wasn’t going to take anything out on his dad though, and he promised himself that he wouldn’t yell at Jessie or break up with her without talking to her first.
“That being said,” his dad said. “I really appreciate it, but I really don’t need any… extra attention from her, if you catch my meaning.”
Dexter nodded, forcing another smile. “No problem.”
His dad smiled and stood. “Son,” he said, smiling at him as he stood near the door. “Thank you.”
Dexter smiled, feeling sincerity in his father’s voice. Turning, his father left the room and shut the door as he went.
Dexter laid back on the bed, trying to process everything. He wanted to call Jessie immediately, but knew she was still helping her boss. He figured a text message would suffice but wanted to make it as serious and as concise as possible, hoping she’d get that he was upset and needed an explanation.
After leaving the message, he lay back down on his mattress and waited.
An hour or so later, he heard his phone buzz and impatiently read her response. At first, he wanted to talk to her at home, where he was comfortable. He knew his dad would be home though, and definitely didn’t want to cause him any more stress by having him accidentally overhear something. He told her to meet him at her house instead, and quickly got ready to leave.
He gave her a bit of time to get home and get comfortable, and then drove over, his heart pounding as he wondered what he was going to do or say. He told himself over and over again to let her explain, and not to jump to conclusions.
Still, his heart was pounding and by the way he was gripping his steering wheel, he knew the chances of him not blowing his top were slim. As he pulled in, he took a deep breath and got out of his truck, walking toward her apartment stairs.
The stairs seemed to be much longer than before. As he trudged up them, his feet felt like they weighed tons.
He took a deep breath, then tried the door handle. It swung open easily.
He looked up, seeing John and Donna, both dressed and getting ready to leave.
“Brother!,” John said, smiling. “You wanna make the tramp here stay so you rearrange her guts?”
Dexter forced a laugh and shook his head. “Naw, bud, I’m good. Y’all leaving?”
“Goin’ to visit my folks,” he said, shrugging. “Gotta keep our clothes on.”
Donna smiled as he looked over at her, and in that instant, Dexter remembered the first serious conversation he had with the beautiful, black-haired vixen.
It wasn’t the part where she threatened to break his cock off, and not the fun way. On the contrary, he suddenly remembered her words.
“Look, the point is, you seem like a decent guy and I’m hoping you’re more understanding of what a unique person she is. You don’t seem like the jealous type, and that’s important when it comes to Jessie. That’s really important when it comes to being with her. She can’t help but be flirtatious, and a lot of guys can’t handle that. I’m not kidding. You’re going to see her flirt with other guys, and she’s a little naive at times. Things can easily get out of hand.”
He sighed, his anger softening. Jessie opened the door to her room and peered out, looking at him, concern clear on her face.
Donna and John were saying something else, but he didn’t hear them.
She seemed to force a smile and held her arms out, and he realized then how much he loved her.
The door closing behind him drew him out of his daze, and he turned seeing that Donna and John were gone.
Turning back around, he saw that Jessie was still there, her arms still out.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
He sighed. Part of him wanted to forget, but another part knew that he had to know what happened.
Stepping forward, he slid into her arms and hugged her deeply.
“Are you okay honey?” she asked. “You’re worrying me. Your text sounded angry and you don’t seem yourself.”
Dexter took a deep breath and let himself be led to her room. Sitting on the bed, she sat next to him, looking over at him, worry clear on her face.
“I have to ask you something that I already know the answer to,” he said.
“Okay,” she said, turning him to look at her as they moved to the center of the bed. “You know I’ll never intentionally lie to you, honey.”
He nodded, and she patiently sat there waiting while he worked up the courage to ask what he needed to.
“Have you ever cheated on me?” he asked.
She frowned, looking shocked at him. “What?” she asked. “Seriously?”
He furrowed, his brow in confusion having expected a different answer.
“Of course not,” she said. She looked a little irritated all of the sudden, and that surprised him.
“Jessie, tell me exactly what happened with my dad,” he said, looking directly at her.
She sighed, shaking her head. “Sweetheart, that was an accident, and I already told you what happened.”
He shook his head. “For me,” he said. “Just tell me.”
She sighed, her face dropping as she began to realize that he was really upset. “What’s the point?” she asked. “You’ve obviously made up your mind.”
He shook his head. “No, don’t be that way. I’m asking for the truth.”
“What’s the point?” she asked. “You’re going to leave.”
He sighed. “I never said that. Now please, talk to me. Tell me what happened, again.”
She sighed. “I told you, your dad was all horny and conflicted yesterday evening. I didn’t mean to, but I provoked him into forcing himself on me.”
Dexter was still confused, though, and asked her to explain.
She sighed again, irritated. “I was sitting on the cabinet like this,” she said, spreading her legs wide and putting her heels near her butt, and would have been displaying herself were she nude. “You remember the ant bite?” she asked.
He nodded as she pulled her shorts back and showed him the spot where it had bitten her. There was a little red welt there.
“Some of the other girls had been flirting with him, and he was really hard. I mean, everyone was naked, if you remember.”
Dexter nodded, conceding the point. Indeed, Dexter had seen how excited his dad had been. Noticing it had been one of those times he’d been weirded out knowing his dad had a hard-on.
“Now, I know it sounds like bull, but I wasn’t trying to even be flirty right then. And I know that I always flirt with him and try to get reactions out of him, but I was concerned. He was making this grunting noise and shaking his head, staring at my pussy and like… swaying in place. I guess… I guess the excitement of the day and the fact that I was accidentally displaying my pussy to him were too much. I tried to get his attention, but it came out all throaty and like… horny sounding I guess. That seemed to push him over the edge. He grabbed me and pulled me off the counter, kissed me and shoved it in, all at once.”
Dexter winced, closing his eyes.
“Baby, I told you this all last night,” she said, putting a hand on his leg.
He sighed. “So you got fucked in my kitchen?” he asked, more venom in his voice than he realized.