Four

Richard watched as Valerie stepped out onto the back porch, unable to keep his gaze from raking over her tight body, the way her breasts pressed against her top. Smiling at her, he gestured to the glass of wine on the table between his chair and the empty one.

She gave him a puzzled look as she stared at the wineglass. “You knew he wouldn’t come down?” she asked.

He nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line as he turned back around to his backyard, his whiskey glass in his hand. “Let’s just say, I’m not surprised that he chose not to join us,” he said. “He’s never been one to just sit around and do nothing but talk.” He shrugged. “He has to stay busy at something, even if it’s unpacking his boxes. I had hoped college would change that in him, but I see it hasn’t.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she walked around the chair and sat down, reaching for her glass and pulling it into her lap. “No,” she said as she lifted the glass to her lips. “Justin has never been one to just sit down. I can’t even get him to go to a coffee shop with me without him taking a stack of notebooks. He has a hard time relaxing.”

Richard nodded. “He always has. He could barely even sit still long enough to watch a thirty-minute show.”

After taking a sip of her wine, she licked her lips, and Richard couldn’t keep his eyes off the way her tongue glided between her lips, licking up the remaining wine. He clamped down on a groan as he felt his cock harden in his pants, and he was just glad night had fallen. He felt bad for thinking the dirty thoughts that went through his mind right then about his son’s girlfriend, but he couldn’t help it. Valerie was one sexy girl. Okay, woman, young woman, but still a woman. And god, did she carry herself like a woman men needed to drool over. As she settled her glass back in her lap, she turned over to him. “I don’t think he’ll ever change. He seems to enjoy being busy. It’s his way of relaxing, as weird as that sounds.”

Richard shook his head. “Not weird at all. Everyone has their methods of doing things and what they enjoy. Justin’s always been about work and setting goals.” He stared at her with narrowed eyes. “And how do you handle that part of him. He’s not going to change, as you said. Are you able to allow him to be that way or will it frustrate you?”

She stared out at the backyard, and he noticed she didn’t rush to answer. After a moment, she shrugged. “To be honest, I’m not sure. While we were in college, we were both busy, each getting through classes, finals, term papers. Now that that’s over, I was kind of hoping I could get him to pay more attention to me. I guess it remains to be seen if that happens or not.”

Richard nodded, lifting his whiskey glass to his lips and taking a sip. Valerie was an awesome woman from what he could tell, and his son was wasting his time up in his room, sorting through crap that didn’t need his attention right now. Richard rubbed his lips together, savoring the taste of his whiskey. If Valerie had been his girl, those boxes would never get unpacked. Instead, he’d be packing something else. He shook his head, grinning. God, Richard, you’re a dirty old man.

“What’s so funny?” Valerie asked.

Glancing over, he saw her smiling at him. Busted. He snorted as he glanced back to his yard. “Well, I was thinking my son’s a frickin’ idiot, to be honest. I know you two weren’t angels back at that college, so why he’s up there rummaging around memories he’ll never look at again until he gets old instead of more carnal pleasures is baffling.” He took a slow sip of his whiskey, licking his lips again when he was finished. He glanced over at Valerie, raking her with his appreciative gaze. “Boy needs a foot in his ass.” He saw her blush, so he looked away, his cock throbbing in his pants. He definitely needed to get out and get between some willing woman’s legs. Sitting there fantasizing about his son’s girlfriend was merely frustrating.

Silence filled the small porch for a while, and Richard feared he had said too much. He had taken his sexual frustration out on his son with his words, seeing how the boy wasted the beautiful girl he brought home with him. Richard knew he would be jerking one off when he hit the sheets, and he also knew exactly who he would be fantasizing about when he took care of business, no matter how wrong it was. He didn’t care. Oh, he wouldn’t act on his fantasies. That would definitely be crossing a line. However, what happened in the quietness of his mind while under the covers was strictly between him and his imagination.

“Do you two have plans tomorrow?” he asked, breaking the silence as he lifted his glass back to his lips. The night air was cool, a slight breeze slipping through the air and rustling the trees at the back of his property behind the pool. It was as if the wind whispered to him through the branches, calling him to get lost in their playfulness.

Valerie shook her head, shifting slightly in her chair. “No, I don’t think so. Last I heard, Justin wanted to focus on getting ready for his interviews on Monday.” Richard saw her shrug out of the corner of his eye. “I have no idea how he plans on preparing for an interview. It’s not like they sent him a list of questions or anything.”

Richard laughed, nodding. “That’s Justin. He always wants to be prepared for everything. Maybe he just intends on ironing his clothes and shining his shoes.” He took another sip of his drink as he leaned his head back in his chair. Lowering the glass, he suggested, “Well, I hope you brought your bathing suit, because tomorrow should be a perfect day for the pool. Let Justin do his preparing, whatever that is, and you can keep me company, soaking up the sun and being lazy.”

She laughed softly, nodding her head. “Now, that sounds like fun. I haven’t been swimming in forever it seems. No time at college, and we never had a pool at my folks’ house.”

“Well, now’s your chance,” Richard said. “I’ll swing by the store, pick up some steaks, and we can make a day out of it, grilling by the pool.” He lifted his glass. “And sharing more drinks.” He laughed as he took another swallow.

“Sounds perfect,” Valerie said. She finished her wine and then stood. “I should go see how he’s doing. Maybe I can pry him away from his unpacking long enough to get some sleep.” She stretched, her arms out at her sides, and Richard had to force himself to look away as her breasts poked out, her nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt. “Besides,” she said once she dropped her arms, “I didn’t realize how tired I was until after that glass of wine.” She smiled at him, giving him a soft wave. “See you in the morning. Thanks for everything.”

He nodded at her. “My pleasure,” he assured her. “And I’ll see you in the morning. Coffee will be hot and eggs cooking.”

“Nice. Will definitely beat eating on campus.” She waved again, as she started to turn. “Good night, Mr. Pressman.”

“It’s Richard,” he said. “And goodnight.”

He watched as she walked away, her ass swaying back and forth, until she disappeared inside the house. Only when she was out of sight did he allow himself to turn his attention back to his yard, the sounds of some small animal rustling inside the shrubs. He felt like a dirty old man, even at forty-seven, just by looking at her ass the way he had, but even more so because his cock started to grow at the thought of seeing her in a bathing suit. He hoped she wore a bikini. God, did he hope she wore a bikini, with her massive tits spilling out over the fabric and her ass sashaying around the pool deck. He groaned as he shifted in his seat, reaching down and straightening his hard shaft in his jeans. It had definitely been too long since he had sex. He wasn’t even sure jerking himself off would help slow down the lust coursing through him right then. He was going to need to phone someone soon before he did something to embarrass himself and piss off his son.

Control, Richard. You need to show some god damn control.

He sighed as he lifted his glass once more to his lips. Easier said than done. Glancing over his shoulder, he looked up at the light on in his son’s bedroom, picturing what would more than likely be happening in his bed tonight. How could he be so crazy as to take that girl for granted. He needs to be spending more time with her than preparing for some damn interview you can’t even prepare for. Richard shook his head as he went to take another drink, only to realize the glass was empty. He stared at it for a moment, then decided it was time for bed, anyway. For bed, but not to sleep. Not yet, anyway. First, he needed to take care of the giant bulge in his jeans.

He chuckled as he shook his head, doubting even that would calm him down enough to sleep. When did I become the horny teenager again, having to whack off? He laughed a little harder as he opened the back door. Well, they do say roles reverse. This is probably the saddest example of that. He slid his glass into the sink and then headed upstairs to relieve his frustration.