Chloe and I flipped a coin to see who would tell you all about Easter. I lost--or won, depending on how you look at it--so it's my turn again but don't worry, Chloe will have plenty to say.
"Chloe! What... ?"
She cut me off that Saturday morning by launching herself into my arms laughing and giggling and squeezing. She hung onto me until she heard Kathleen's voice from the kitchen.
"John, who ... Chloe?"
Chloe released me and stepped into Kathleen's arms and plastered herself against Kathleen and burrowed and nuzzled into Kathleen's neck.
I moved behind Chloe and put my arms around her and Kathleen. Chloe wriggled her bottom against me for a moment before she spun around to hug me again and nuzzle me, too. She pulled her head back and kissed me on the lips.
"Hi, Dad! Hi, Mom!"
She laughed at our faces.
"I was thinking about Christmas and wanted to see you guys again."
We must have looked a little puzzled, maybe even more apprehensive than puzzled. I knew what I was thinking: Lake Tahoe. Christmas. Other than a quick "I'm back on campus, everything's OK," we hadn't heard anything from her since she'd returned to school three weeks ago.
"Mom, Dad, it's fine. Really. I loved all of it."
Bright sun on Christmas morning. Icy outside, warm and humid and smooth and soft and wet in our bed. Thrusting into Chloe again and again, Kathleen beside me kissing Chloe and tweaking Chloe's nipples as Chloe writhed and spasmed and whimpered beneath me until she convulsed right before I finished inside her.
Late that afternoon, taking Chloe a second time in front of the fire while beside us Ryan fucked Kathleen's mouth and Sylvia watched and played with herself. Afterwards, Chloe on her tummy on the rug, her bare bottom inviting our continued attention.
I shook my head to clear my memories.
"We did too, sweetie."
Kathleen stroked Chloe's hair as she spoke.
In front of the gas fire our girl stretched out her legs, her back against the big easy chair, coffee on the carpet beside her. She smiled.
"I know we haven't talked very much about Lake Tahoe."
Another smile. Looked at her mother, then at me.
"I wanted you to know I loved it. All of it. I love you. I love you both."
Kathleen was out of her chair in a flash and hugged Chloe.
"Sylvia and Ryan did, too, Mom."
Chloe gave a little giggle then, and I swear I saw Kathleen blush. Thinking about Ryan coming all over her face, I was sure. I adjusted myself on the sofa. Chloe noticed.
"Yeah, Dad. Like that."
"So, Chloe, what's the deal? How're you? How are Ryan and Sylvia doing?"
"Dad, you too, Mom. Everything's OK with me. I'm fine. Ryan and Sylvia are fine. Everybody's good. Really."
She paused. Looked down for a moment. I'm not sure if it's possible, but I'd swear she was caught between a frown and a grin and I think the grin was winning.
"I'm not sure what happens next, you know?"
My turn to look away, out at our garden, the sky leaden on this January morning.
"What do you mean, Chloe?"
"Mom, I don't know exactly. Really, I don't. I'm starting to see this guy, Robert, and I like him a lot, you know?"
Kathleen brushed a lock of Chloe's hair back behind her ear. Touched her lips to Chloe's cheek.
Chloe fiddled with her coffee. Took a sip. Put the mug back on the carpet. Looked out the window. Her grin appeared again, but only for a second.
"Mom, I liked what we did, really."
She went back to fiddling with her coffee. Maybe it had the answer, but I didn't think so.
Kathleen stroked Chloe's hair again and kissed her cheek once more.
"Chloe, are you worrying about what your dad and I are thinking? That we'll be angry or disappointed or something?"
Chloe looked up.
Kathleen glanced at me. Turned to Chloe and hugged her awkwardly from the side, pulling Chloe halfway into her lap. Kathleen continued to stroke Chloe's hair, gentling her.
"Sweetie, no. You don't ever have to worry about us. Not ever."
She kissed Chloe's cheek again.
"Chloe, your dad and I loved what happened at Thanksgiving and then at Christmas at Lake Tahoe. Loved it. Loved you, loved Ryan, and we loved having Sylvia, too."
Kathleen glanced at me. I smiled and nodded.
"Your mom's right, Chloe. Loved it."
"Sweetie, we love you. You're all grown up and almost on your own. You'll make your own choices."
"Whatever you choose now or in the future is fine by us. We love you."
One more kiss.
"What I'm trying to say, Chloe, is that we'll follow your lead, whatever that is."
Kathleen giggled. Kissed Chloe again, this time on her lips but not too hard.
"Whatever that is, sweetie."
I cleared my throat.
"That's it, Chloe. What your mom said. Don't worry about us."
Chloe had her eyes closed, but her face was clearer and I was pretty sure she was listening to everything Kathleen said. When she spoke, it was almost a whisper.
"It's not what you think. Not at all."
Chloe opened her eyes and looked at each of us. Her grin was back, albeit maybe a little uncertain of its welcome.
"He likes to watch."
Kathleen and I looked at each other. Once more Kathleen spoke first.
"Who does, Chloe? Watch what?"
I saw a smile replace the grin. The smile got broader.
"Me. Sylvia. Ryan."
The light dawned.
"He takes pictures, too."
I had to adjust myself again. As I did so, Chloe pulled Kathleen down and kissed her on the lips. Pushed herself up and shook her head as if to clear her thoughts.
"Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad. Back in a sec."
With that Chloe got to her feet and left the room. We heard water running in the bathroom. Kathleen turned to me.
"I don't know. We'll find out soon enough, I guess."
I rose and went over to Kathleen. Knelt and kissed her once, twice. A third time, thoroughly.
"You nailed it, Kathleen."
I hugged her for a second before I went back to the sofa.
"OK, guys, let's try again."
A freshly-washed Chloe stood in the hall entryway. This time she came over and sat beside me on the couch and took my hands in hers.
She brushed her lips against mine.
"I'd like to bring Rob to meet you. Maybe over the long weekend in February?"
I glanced at Kathleen. We spoke together.
"Maybe tonight you'd like to see some of his pictures?"
"You bet, sweetie."
I hugged Chloe as I spoke.
"OK. Gotta go. I told Diana I'd meet her at the mall for lunch. See you tonight!"
With that, she was out of the house and gone, leaving me, at least, with a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. Uncertainty about this Rob, or Robert, guy, excitement at what Chloe might show us tonight. When I looked over at Kathleen, I thought I saw the same feelings. Kathleen spoke first.
"So, John, where are we?"
"Honestly? I don't know. Really, I don't."
"Are you sorry about it?"
I knew what she meant.
I moved over beside Kathleen and kissed her. Tweaked a handy nipple under her t-shirt. Palmed her breast.
"How about you?"
Kathleen smiled. Extended her hand to rub me for a moment.
"No, I'm not sorry. I'm satisfied, I guess, if that makes any sense. I don't think Chloe is sorry, either."
She looked out the window at our soggy and bedraggled garden.
"I don't know whether it'll ever happen again. Doesn't matter. It's what Chloe wants, not us."
Another pause. Another long look out the window. When Kathleen turned back she was smiling.
"I dunno. I really don't. But I'm betting our daughter has something up her sleeve. And I think I'm going to like it."
Another pause. She grinned.
"If I'm right, you're going to like it, too."
I stood and pulled Kathleen to me. I kissed her, thoroughly, rubbing my hands up and down her back as she molded herself against me and purred into my mouth...
Afterwards, I gently disengaged from Kathleen and got the throw we keep on the back of the sofa. The gas fire was warm but with the rain and cold outside it was still too cool without a coverup.
"Mmm. That was nice."
I hugged her and kissed her.
"I think we'd better get dressed before Chloe comes back, no?"
Her breasts lifted as Kathleen shoved the throw away and rolled onto her back and stretched her arms above her head, her parted thighs an invitation I forced myself to ignore.
I grilled steaks that night. We keep the Weber right outside on the covered patio and I never let a little rain discourage me. Chloe was back by the time I had the fire started. I seasoned the steaks while Chloe and her mother worked up a green salad.
I'd be kidding if I said I wasn't a little on edge. Pictures? I'm a voyeur at heart, I admit it, and it hadn't escaped my memory that what set off things in our household last fall was an image of Chloe in her dusky rose underwear.
By the time we'd finished dinner and washed up I was more than on edge, I was flat-out horny. I didn't know what Chloe had in mind, beyond the pictures, that is, but I had my hopes. Even if they didn't work out exactly that way, I thought to myself, Kathleen was here.
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