David sat back and stretched, enjoying his time off. He'd always taken this week off because of Valentine's Day and his anniversary, even though it eventually didn't help to keep his marriage intact. After the divorce, he'd just kept up the tradition because it was part of the way he balanced his vacation weeks.
A scowl crossed his face when the door downstairs slammed shut. David looked out the window to see his son climb in the car. He'd converted the basement into an apartment when Greg turned sixteen and decided to move in after living with his mother since the divorce. David had thought that giving him his own space might lead him toward independence, but it had the opposite effect.
Need to start charging the boy rent or something to straighten him out, David thought. Might keep him from wasting all his money on beer and that car. He levered up out of his chair as the car roared to life and pulled out of the driveway. Speaking of beer...
Fortunately, his son either hadn't found the six-pack of beer, or had learned not to take any when it rarely appeared in the refrigerator upstairs. David didn't mind his son drinking, but the boy often drank to excess, and sometimes drove afterward.
David shook his head and sat down, flipping through the channels until he found a bowling tournament to watch.
The knock on the door surprised him, as most everyone he knew was at work. Wondering who it could be — and hoping it wasn't one of his son's annoying friends who didn't know about the door downstairs — David answered the door.
A smile spread across his face when he saw Greg's girlfriend. She was one of the only wise decisions that the boy had ever made. Not only was she attractive and outgoing, but she was also going to school for a nursing career. "Well, hello Katrina. What can I do for you?"
"Hey, Mr. Marsh." She paused and corrected her mistake, which he'd always insisted upon. "David." She looked down for a moment, and then asked, "I was wondering if you could call my cell when something shows up. I had it shipped here."
"Well, sure. Greg can be a bit unreliable at times, I know."
Katrina sighed and said, "He broke up with me last night."
"What? Two days before Valentine's? Ah, sweetheart, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Things weren't going well, and I was thinking that I might have to break it off." She let out a deep sigh and added, "Everyone will know when I don't get flowers tomorrow."
"Give me your number, and I'll keep an eye out for that package."
Katrina had already written it down, and handed him the slip of paper. "Thanks."
"Not a problem. Greg doesn't know what he's doing. You're the best thing that ever happened to him."
Katrina blushed a little and said, "Thank you. I'm going to miss your cook-outs."
"I'm going to miss having you around, too." He waved the piece of paper and said, "I'll call as soon as it shows up."
"Thanks again. Bye."
"Bye." As David shut the door, he couldn't help but glance at her perfect ass swaying as she walked to her car.
That boy of mine is an idiot, he thought as he returned to his chair.
"So are we going to bowl a few frames tonight?" David asked his friend on the phone.
"Sure. I'm at the wife's shop helping her where I can. I'm starting to get in the way now, though."
David laughed when he could hear in the background, Yes, you are!
"Want me to pick you up there?"
"That will work. I'll be by the front door."
"See you in a few," David said, and then hung up the phone to fetch his bowling bag.
A few minutes later, Carl stepped out the door when David walked up. A call from inside sounded before they could leave, however.
"Could you bring us one more box of vases before you go?"
"I'll give you a hand," David offered. He could immediately tell why anyone who didn't fit into the controlled chaos within the flower shop would be in the way. Once he helped his friend put down the case of vases, the sight of all the flowers got him thinking.
He turned to Carl's wife and asked, "Is there any chance you could do something for me — last minute?"
She narrowed her eyes and wiped sweat from her brow, but then shrugged and said, "I suppose."
"My son broke it off with his girlfriend, and she seemed really upset that everyone would know about it when she didn't get flowers for Valentine's."
"Aww — and you want to spare her for a while?" She then turned to her husband and pointed at David. "Are you paying attention?" She shifted her gaze back to David and said, "Just tell me where to send it. From a secret admirer?"
David waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, "Just Happy Valentine's Day."
"She's going to think that anyway, so you may as well have signed it that way." She pushed an order pad in front of him. "Write down the name and address, and then both of you get out of the way. You can pay me later, once I know what I can put together."
David wrote Katrina's name and her mother's address down, assuming that she would return there after the breakup.
The gesture made David feel buoyant, and he bowled his best game in months.
The next morning, David found a note from his son that said he would be gone for a few days, with no explanation why. He just shook his head, the note yet another reminder that he needed to have a long talk with his son and set some new ground rules.
Only an hour or so later, a knock on the door announced the arrival of Katrina's package. David had to sign several extra forms, because the package had been opened along the way somewhere. The forms would allow Katrina to make claims if anything was damaged or missing from the package.
Once he finally acquired the box and stack of papers, David could hardly miss what he saw beneath the torn paper in the open package.
A naked woman is a little hard to ignore.
He knew that he shouldn't, but he lifted the flap a little higher to see the title of the DVD. It read Homegrown Lesbians — amateur laplickers in action.
David's eyebrows rose as he wondered why Katrina had ordered the video. Curiosity continued to get the better of him, and he lifted the video to find another lesbian video beneath. Below that, he saw a box containing a vibrator, and pink, lacy cloth wrapped in clear cellophane.
David put the box down and shook his head, trying to chase away the thoughts of Katrina using a vibrator — quite possibly while watching lesbian videos. He put the claim papers on top of the box to hide what was beneath, and tried to relax to relieve the pressure of his cock swelling.
He had no idea how he was going to hand the beautiful young brunette the box without blushing as bright red as a stop sign. Even if he hadn't peeked deeper inside, the plainly visible video on top was more than enough to raise questions in his head.
Despite his attempts to push the thoughts out of his head, he was still imagining Katrina lying in front of a television, watching women pleasuring each other while she took care of her own needs with the vibrator, when another knock sounded on the door.
David started from the sound, and realized that he was rock hard. Somewhere between the embarrassment and thinking the least arousing thoughts he could summon up, he'd softened to the point where he felt safe to answer the door on the third knock.
Seeing Katrina when he opened the door forced him to redouble his mental fight.
"Thank you. You're too sweet," she said as soon as he opened the door.
"What do you mean?"
"You're not the only one who has a friend at the flower shop. She told me that you were the one who sent me the flowers. I was all set to be miserably depressed, and you went and brightened my day."
"You're welcome," David said, his ears burning with shame. Now, on top of his completely improper thoughts, she'd caught him in another embarrassing situation.
Katrina leaned a little to the side and asked, "Is that a bowling bag? Do you bowl?"
David turned around and stared at the bag, too embarrassed at first for the questions to register on his brain. Finally, he caught up and answered, "Yes, I bowl."
"I tried to get Greg to take me a dozen times. He wouldn't have anything to do with it. Are you in a league?"
"No, I just play with friends when we have the time."
"I haven't been in ages." She paused, and pointed over her shoulder. "You wouldn't want to go, would you? I could really use a distraction, today of all days."
"Sure," David replied, surprised by his own answer. He'd certainly thought about ways to beg off without seeming rude, but a completely different response had tumbled from his lips unbidden. "I'll just get my ball," he said to cover his shock, and knew he was committed.
Make the best of it. Bowl a few frames, keep it under control, and come home.
David managed to do just that, despite more than a few tempting situations where Katrina bent over the ball return, or bounced in celebration of a good frame. By the time that he and Katrina had bowled two games, he could handle her proximity without having the distinct dirty old man feeling that had started from the moment that her package had arrived.
"That was so much fun," Katrina said as they pulled back into the driveway. She then looked at the porch and said, "I expected my package yesterday. I can't believe it isn't here yet. At least I don't need it today, anymore."
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