The Meeting

I cracked the bathroom window, letting the cooler evening air chase off the overpowering scent of whatever the hell the air freshener was supposed to resemble. The can said ‘rain shower’ but all I smelt and tasted was soap.

Stepping out of the bathroom I grabbed the first shirt I saw that looked and smelled semi-clean. I wasn’t overly interested in seeing Billy, but over the years this had happened a few times. Some kid wanted to reconnect with the old man, usually asking for money. One look at my place shoulda clued them in on the fact that there wasn’t any. At least, not for them.

This place had been built in the forties, and damn did it look like it. Single-story ranch on four acres out in the middle of nowhere, might as well be a farm. Even had a barn out back.

I cracked a smile thinking back to the good times I’d spent in that barn. Had me my first girl back in high school there. Tight brunette cheerleader with firm tits and legs that bent all the way up over her head. God, she’d been flexible.

There’d also been that big-boned chick from down the road. Not really the quality I’d usually looked for, but bouncing off that ass with all that cushioning had been a hell of an experience.

Then there’d been that Asian girl’s sister. Fuck. She’d taken it down the throat to the hilt. She’d still been wearing the bridesmaid’s dress, too.

I grunted as I bumped into the chair, my erection jutting out awkwardly as I replayed my greatest hits.

I really should have made a stop at a bar or something. At least a strip club. It wasn’t as hard as some thought to pull quality ass there. Burly mustache and a ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude just made all their pussy’s tingle with daddy issues. Had yet to meet a chick that wouldn’t bend over like a good girl for a daddy figure at a strip club.

... fuck, what was I doing?

Oh, right, the kid.

Of all the fucking times he had to show up, it just had to be today. Well, hopefully he wouldn’t be staying long.

Which one was Billy, again?

That name sounded familiar. Some lanky kid with glasses? Yeah, that sounded about right.

Whatever. He’d say hi, his girl would say hi, and after that they’d hopefully fuck off.

What kind of fiancée did the kid pull? If he took after me, she’d be a smoking brunette.

Always had a thing for brunettes. Not sure what it was about them. Every one I’d ever nailed had had these big doe eyes that I’d just wanted to see roll into the back of her head while I pounded her out.

Hopefully she had big ol’ titties, too. The kind that bounce nicely in a shirt. Nice and firm.

Shit, I really shoulda fucked before coming home. This was going to be the longest hour of my life.

I had an odd habit, at least that’s what Skinny always told me, of sucking on my teeth when I was thinking. I had never noticed it until he’d pointed it out, but I’d become very aware of it these days. It was like an automatic response; I just couldn’t help myself. And there I was, sucking on my teeth as the flashy new Toyota sedan pulled into my driveway, the shiny exterior dusty from the trail.

If Billy had the cash to burn on some foreign bullshit car, then what was he doing coming here? I’d assumed he was here to squeeze whatever he could out of me that his mother couldn’t from child support, but maybe not.

Maybe the kid had some deep-seated need for validation. Boy, was he barking up the wrong tree for that.

Taking stock of him as he got out, I couldn’t say I was impressed. Curly brown hair that must have come from his mother was at least kept trim and not long like some damn hippy. Pale skin and manicured fingernails, so not a working man. Probably another management type based on the slacks and polo. Kid was thin, too. Like he didn’t know what a steak was.

Already checked out of meeting the kid, I did a double take on the girl with him. Lush, brown hair that spilled in waves down her bare shoulders and to her mid back. Clear, big auburn eyes with long lashes and smokey eyeshadow. Button nose with a sprinkling of freckles. High cheek bones with a hint of blush. Pouty lips that were just begging to be wrapped around a cock.

And then the body. Draped in a sundress perfectly highlighting her tight little body. Pale blue with a deep V, she had some quality tits. Big, creamy, and bouncing enticingly with every step. Had to be just north of five feet tall and damn did she have legs. Walking in her heels, the hem of her dress swished along her upper thighs.

That right there was the whole god damned package.

How the fuck did that kid pull that ass?

I snapped back to the present as the crunch of shoes on dirt changed to steps on the old wooden porch.

Well, might as well greet the happy couple.

I waited until they knocked at the door. Didn’t want them to think I was waiting for them. Best to set expectations from the beginning.

Pausing just long enough, I eventually opened the door, the hinges squeaking as it swung open.

Billy seemed unsure of what to say, darting a few glances at the girl, who just dropped her gaze and mumbled something toward me.

“Uh, Dad,” he finally said, extending his hand. “Good to finally meet you.”

Ah, guess it was the first time after all.

I stared at the overly eager hand hovering in front of me. Just as I’d suspected, not a callous to be seen. Not even a scar or anything to prove he’d ever handled a tool. And soft-looking, too. Like he’d been moisturizing.

Billy dropped his hand awkwardly as I stared at him, instead turning to the girl as though waiting for her to say something.

Never lifting her head and only raising her eyes to meet me, she mumbled something while shifting nervously.

Fuck. And I thought I’d been hard just watching her walk down the driveway. Shy little brunette all dolled up, perky C-cups on display with miles of legs just begging to be touched. Pushing all my god damned buttons.

Billy’s gut grumbled loud enough to be mistaken for thunder. He grunted, hunching over.

“Um, Dad, would you, uh, could I use—”

“Shitters down the hall,” I said, stepping aside. Last thing I needed was the kid shitting his pants here.

He even scampered down the hall like a suit.

I turned my attention back to the girl, who just picked at her finger, casting nervous glances up at me. Tearing my eyes off those creamy tits, I cleared my throat and gestured into the house.

“Come on in, I guess.”

She just nodded and stepped gingerly past me.

What an ass on the girl. Just as bouncy as her tits. Like two ripe peaches I could sink my teeth into.

She may have caught me eyeing her juicy behind, as she made a little squeaking noise, like a mouse that just got stuck in a glue trap, before smoothing out the hem of her dress over that sweet ass of hers and sitting in the wooden chairs at the table.

I took the seat opposite her, leaning back as the old wood creaked, looking her up and down while she fidgeted.

Sitting in silence, she barely even looked up at me. The only sound was of Billy’s muffled groans down the hall.

Kid must have eaten something. Probably that sushi shit. Always knew it was full of parasites. That’s why a seared steak was the best.

The girl was obviously getting agitated, shifting nervously as the silence went on.

Some people just couldn’t handle silence. Far too many people needed to fill that silence with inane yapping. Guess she was one of them.

“Drink,” I said, causing her to squeak and jump in her seat like a startled mouse.

She peeked up at me and barely shook her head.

“Wasn’t a question, sweetheart,” I said, pointing at the cabinet behind her. “I need a drink.”

She moved with all the grace of a squirrel trying to outmaneuver a parked car. Almost tripping over a chair leg, she barely managed to get to the cabinet without falling over. Not that I didn’t enjoy the display as the hem of her dress rode higher.

I slouched a bit lower, cocking my head, just barely making out the curve of her soft, white cheeks.

Quality girl like her was wasted on that boy.

Grabbing a glass and turning back to me, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment, she bent over and put it in front of me, letting me get a clear view down the front of her dress.

No bra. Naturally perky.

Nice.

I waited until she was almost back to her seat.

“Two, kid.”