“I uh… just wanted to let you all know that Candy and I are going to have a date tonight,” he said, suddenly feeling weird about having to tell his own sons that he was probably going to get laid that evening.
“Oh!” Jessie giggled, turning and sitting up. “That’s awesome!”
He smirked, watching for a moment as Jack easily repositioned her on top of him, the two starting to fuck then and there without a care for who else was in the room.
“Mmm,” she groaned, then looked up at him again. “So, are you guys going to finally get to fuck?”
Don sighed, covering his face for a moment but then looked back up and smiled. “That’s what I was going to mention. I didn’t want something to happen and you guys be here and get embarrassed or think you had to leave or something. I just… I dunno. I guess I wanted to give you a heads up. I don’t know if we’re going to end up here or back at her place.”
“Damn, shit’s gonna get loud up in here,” Dex said, laughing easily.
Don couldn’t stop himself from blushing, and quickly decided to make his escape. Standing, he waved awkwardly as Jessie’s pleasure-filled yelps filled the room. He turned and quickly left, shutting the door behind him and shaking his head as he went back upstairs to sequester himself away from the little sex tornado.
Laying in bed, he clicked on the TV and relaxed for a few hours before it was time to get ready for his date. He was just sitting up and turning it off when he heard a quiet knock on the door and saw it open a moment later, followed by Jessie’s pretty face peeking in.
“Papa?” she asked, looking over at him. “Can I come in if l behave?”
“Of course,” he said, chuckling at her.
“I wore both of your sons out anyway,” she said, snickering. “It’s been a fun day.”
“That’s what I figured,” he said.
She came in, bouncing up onto the bed and sliding against him in a hug. He was happy to see that she at least had a shirt and panties on, way more than she normally wore around him. It also looked like she’d freshly showered as well, her hair still damp.
“You got to have fun with… Erin’s boyfriend?” he asked.
“Yep! Erin too!” she said proudly. She nuzzled him a bit before sitting back up and looking directly at him. “So… I wanted to ask if you were anxious about tonight?”
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“I am, yeah,” he admitted. “I mean, I know I had some practice with you, but still.”
“Aww,” she said sympathetically. “Come on,” she said, sliding off the bed and pulling at his hand.
“Spitfire… come on. I don’t want to sound hostile or anything but…”
She giggled. “I’m not going to do anything dirty, Papa! I just want to help you look nice.”
“You promise?” he asked, looking down at her as he stood.
“Of course!” she said with an animated scowl. “Come on, silly.”
She led him to the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower, then quickly started to take his clothes off.
“Spitfire…” he said, sighing deeply.
“God, I’m not going to do anything!” she said. “You’re such a worrier!”
He raised a single eyebrow doubtfully and shook his head.
“Shower,” she said sternly, pointing at the open door.
He stepped in as she bade, intending to get cleaned quickly before she could do anything ridiculous.
“So, I got cleaned up after letting Alec fuck my ass earlier; back at Candy’s house, you know? Anyway, after I got dressed and told Alec and Erin goodbye, I went to talk with Candy while I waited for Dex to pick me up.”
“Oh?” he commented. “That can’t be good.”
“Oh stop,” she said. “You worry too much. You know I love you and I’m just looking out for you, right?”
“I do,” he said, soaping himself up.
“I can tell how much you like Candy, and I’d never do anything to ruin that for you, okay?”
He suddenly began to feel like a jerk and turned before sighing deeply.
“Where’s your razor?” she asked, frowning and looking around.
“What? What for?” he asked.
“Well, you’ve got a forest down there,” she said, pointing at his crotch. “It needs fixing.”
“I don’t need any help there, Jessie,” he said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
“Well I wasn’t going to do it,” she said. “I was just making sure that you took care of it. God! You’re so paranoid that I’m going to just attack you.”
“Well can you blame me? You know how you are.”
She giggled but didn’t respond to that.
“Here,” she said, presenting a pair of clippers that she’d pulled from a drawer. He sighed, knowing better than to argue with her or he’d just end up with his dick in her hands.
“Get it as close as you can,” she said. “It’ll make your cock look nice and yummy; not that it doesn’t already.”
“Spitfire…” he sighed.
A giggle was her response as she danced from the bathroom.
“I’m gonna pick out your clothes,” she called, leaving him for the time being.
He sighed, doing exactly as she’d told him and trimming himself as much as he could, keeping the clippers out of the water.
“I laid out some shirts for you,” she said, stepping back in. “You can pick any of those to wear. Now finish up in there and I’ll make sure your hair is fixed nice and handsome.”
He chuckled, shaking his head at her but finishing up, nonetheless.
“Nice job on the trim,” she commented, peering in at him.
“Thanks,” he said, shaking his head at her and pushing her back out with a hand to her forehead. She giggled in response.
Thankfully, Jessie didn’t push him to do anything to her for the rest of the time that she was pestering him. He let her fix his hair and then went and put on one of the shirts that she’d laid out. It felt nice to have someone that knew what they were doing approving of his attire before this important date he was about to embark on.
After getting the final approval from Jessie, he looked at himself in the mirror and had to admit that he looked pretty good. She disappeared for a minute as he stood there admiring the job she’d done and reappeared with a bottle in her hand.
“This smells yummy,” she said, turning him and opening his shirt a little before spritzing a small amount of cologne on him. “There we go,” she said, inhaling deeply.
“Hey,” he said, catching her arm in his hand and causing her to look up at him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said smiling genuinely. “Have fun, okay? You’re an incredible lover and you’re going to do fine. That’s not just me catering to your ego, either. You’re great in bed… Don.”
He chuckled, even blushing a little before he looked back and smirked at her. “Thanks, Jessie.”
She grinned and stood on her tiptoes, kissing him on the cheek and turning to leave.
“Oh, and if it doesn’t work out, you’re welcome to come find me tonight and shove that big bastard right in my wicked, naughty, rotten little pussy. Or, you know, my throat. Whichever strikes your fancy!”
She grinned widely and stuck her tongue out as he sighed and shook his head in resignation.
“Have fun!” she called, and promptly disappeared from his room.
***
The waiter had taken their order and brought his beer and her glass of merlot before leaving them once again.
Candy looked incredible. She had her long hair curled alluringly and pulled to one side. She was wearing a low-cut dress that hugged her delectable form and practically oozed sexual energy. The two were sitting as close to each other as they could without being in the same chair, and she couldn’t stop touching him.
Very little was said during dinner, the two seemingly knowing what was coming that evening and neither wanting to potentially spoil it. Nervous laughter, looks of longing, and gentle caresses took the place of conversation.
Neither ate very much either, finishing their meals and taking the leftovers to go. As they made their way to the truck, she slid her hand into his, causing him to look down and smile.
“So, your place or mine?” she asked quietly.
He chuckled and looked up at her, stopping just outside the passenger door. She turned to face him, putting her arms around his waist and moving close.
“Well, I’m pretty sure both of my boys are at my house,” he said with a chuckle.
“Mine then?” she asked. “Only Cass is there, but she won’t bother us.”
He chuckled and nodded. “My house is fine too I just didn’t know if you’d be more comfortable at yours.”
She leaned in and kissed him, her hands pulling at him urgently, then breaking the kiss and sighing in pleasure. “Honestly, I don’t care where we go. I want you so damn bad.”
“God, you have no idea,” he sighed.
“My place,” she said, kissing him again. “Quickly mister!”
He chuckled, unlocking her door and opening it for her, then shutting it again when she’d climbed inside. He went around to his side and got in, quickly making for her house.
A short trip later, both hopped out and hurried toward her door. He stood patiently as she unlocked it and followed her inside. She shut the door and locked it, then dropped her keys on the floor next to it along with her purse and crashed into him, her lips pushing into his and her hands working at the belt at his waist.
“God, I’ve wanted this,” she moaned, kissing him hard and yanking unceremoniously at the clasp.
He busied himself working her dress up, lifting it up her waist and over her hips, then promptly up and over her head. She flipped her hair once she was out of her clothes, smiling at him as he paused to drink in her voluptuous form.
“Damn,” he said, raising an eyebrow.