Chapter 3: Grant
I sipped my coffee on the veranda and read through my messages in my phone. I missed the days of folded newspapers and the smell of fresh newsprint, but the local service had stopped delivering a year ago.
My daughter called out behind me and I turned to wave her out. “Are you having breakfast still?” My doting daughter, Halle was as beautiful as her mother had been, with the same wide blue eyes and peaches and cream complexion. Add that to her blond hair and waifish figure and all I had to do to see my wife was look at her.
“I’m finishing up.” I pushed the saucer of burnt toast and butter away and then took a sip from my mug.
“Oh, Daddy, why are you eating that blackened mess again.” She scowled at my toast and I smiled. Her mother had always done the same and neither could understand the way I liked my toast a bit darker than normal.
“I’m fine, besides, you know I don’t have the cook in on weekends.” I gave her a peck on the cheek as she leaned in then she tossed her large handbag on the table and raised her sunglasses to her forehead.
“I could cook you something, Daddy. I know how.” She lifted her chin and then plopped down in the chair beside me.
I gestured to the house next door. “I see the new neighbor moved in early. It would have been nice for a head’s up.”
She clapped her hands and wiggled in her seat flashing me a warm smile. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
It was a surprise all right. “You’re not trying to play match maker again are you? That didn’t go over so well the last time if you remember correctly.”
“No, Daddy.” She placed her hand on my wrist. “It’s Katie!”
I blinked twice remembering the shadow in the window. It couldn’t have been Katie from college. “Your best friend? That Katie?” I hoped the girl wouldn’t run her mouth about what she saw, but then again, maybe she would be too embarrassed.
“Yes! Isn’t it exciting? She’s going to be doing her private practice from the front office just like Dr. Peters used to.” Halle seemed real pleased with herself as she dug in her purse.
“Yeah, what kind of practice does Katie do again?”
“Jesus Daddy, do you ever listen? I’ve told you thirty times she’s a therapist.” I guess she had told me, but I didn’t think too much about Katie. I’d only met her maybe three times, though my daughter talked about her like they were joined at the hip. I remembered her well enough though. She had been a gorgeous young thing, the kind that might be my type if she weren’t my daughter’s friend and maybe a few, make that five, years older. We’d brought her along on our last trip to our summer home on the island. “I can’t keep up with you and your friends.”
“Katie isn’t just any old friend, Daddy. She’s my best friend and she’s always been like family to me. When she called needing a house I knew that Dr. Peters’ old place would be perfect. Plus, when I come to see you, I can see her too. We’ve not gotten to hang out as often since college.”
“That’s what happens, Halle. People grow up and move on with their careers and their own lives.”
“Not me and Katie. We’re going to be friends until the end.”
“At least until one of you are married. How’s that boyfriend of yours, what’s his name?” I knew she had to be seeing someone, but I could never get her to tell me who.
“For the last time, I’m not seeing anyone.” She cut her gaze to me and smirked.
Laughter belted from my throat. “That’s not the most convincing face.”
“We were talking about Katie, remember.”
“Still?” I drank my last sip of coffee and placed the mug away from me.
“Yes, I’m about to go over and see her. You’re welcome to come along and meet her again. I know it’s been years. You should really try and be neighborly. I’d love for her to come to our dinners on Mondays. She doesn’t have any family of her own.”
“I can’t today. I’ve got a meeting with a nine iron in half an hour.”
She gave me a sideward glance. “Daddy, you’ve gotten where you hang out at the club more than a retired person.”
“I may as well be retired. It’s not like I do much more than take phone calls and host business meetings these days. Besides, I’ll be fifty my next birthday. I’m an old man.” I flashed a wink.
“You’re being silly. You don’t do much more with the business because you don’t have to and you don’t want to. Personally I’m worried about you.” The concern showed in the set of her brow and the pout of her lip.
“I’m fine, honey. I promise. I’m keeping busy in my own ways.” I’d never be able to tell her exactly which ways. I stood and stroked her hair, brushing a loose strand of it from her face. “Go on and have a good visit with Katie. I’ll see her another time.”
“Fine! Have fun.” She shoved her things back into her bag and then headed into the house and I followed. She’d stopped in the hallway to text and I went around her to fetch my clubs.
I had to make it believable, and besides, it wasn’t like I wouldn’t hit the links eventually. Maybe after I have my balls polished.
She was still there when I headed out and I wondered what had been so important that she couldn’t put it off until after she saw Katie.
I made the short trip to the club and headed to the restaurant where my friend waited out front.
Mila’s brow furrowed as she slid across my soft leather seat. “You’re late. I only have like twenty minutes before I have to clock in.” Her hand snaked up my thigh and rubbed my stiff cock through my pants as she licked her lips.
“We can raincheck for—
My zipper came down as the words flew from her lips “No.” She leaned in closer, stroking my shaft and kneading her long fingers against my sac. “I’ll be quick.”
“You’re eager.” Her attitude almost made me laugh, but then her mouth found its target and she went to work.
I brushed her hair back she lifted her eyes to mine as she wrapped her sweet mouth around my head and sucked it with one long hard pull. Pleasure punched through my balls and I hardened even more in her mouth. She moaned as if it tasted like ambrosia and I worked my hand around and slipped my finger into her panties. Her mouth vibrated as she responded with a growl of pleasure and a twitch in my cock sent the first leak of precum into her mouth.
That only made her work me faster and she wrapped her hand around my cock to milk another taste. She worked it like a pro and I was getting so spoiled from our little hookups. She had an oral fixation I could appreciate and it fed right into my needs.
She removed her hand and sucked in a long breath, her throat expanding to swallow more of my thick erection and like no one else ever had she took me all the way to my balls, her tongue snaking out and tickling them. I rode out the pleasure a while longer, finger-banging her nice and steady to keep her purring. Keeping an eye on the time, I edged until the last possible minute and then tensed as my nut busted in her throat. She moaned and suckled like a thirsty slut until she got every last drop. She pulled away, still swallowing the last of my load and then kissed my mouth playfully.
“Come by again later if you want. I get off at five.” She sat back and straightened her panties.
“I’ll try, but no promises.” I never made her any promises, and I knew I wasn’t the only man she was seeing.
I decided since Halle had shown up the house and was probably still lurking around that I might actually need to play a round of golf, so I pulled into the main parking lot after dropping Mila back off up front and grabbed my clubs.
I thought about Sylvie from the group and wondered why she couldn’t be more like Mila; free and easy going, and eager to play along with nothing but her own pleasure as a payoff. I’m sure Sylvie had started out that way, with good intentions, and there was no saying that Mila wouldn’t change her game eventually too, but the other girl had put me in a bad spot the other night. I still wasn’t sure if I was going to turn her in or not. The whole group thing was starting to be a turnoff and that was a bad thing for a guy like me.