Chapter 6

"Lizzie, will you PLEASE sit up straight and take a look around! This is the fourth time that I've passed this house!"

She shook her head, the movement causing my dick to jiggle in her mouth.

"Lizzie... "

She removed her mouth and gave the base a squeeze. "I'm sure that you can follow directions, Josh."

"I'm following your directions perfectly."

"Then what's the problem?" She tongued the head, causing it to jerk involuntarily.

"The problem is that your directions are wrong."

She gave me a 'humph' and playfully bit my earlobe. "Just because you said that, I'm not putting out tonight."

I turned and gave her a kiss. "I think that you've already put out enough for one night."

She giggled and resumed with her blowjob. I sighed. Here we are lost in suburbia and she's gone cock-crazy. It was strange how the houses that I have seen in this neighborhood only constituted as middle higher class. I would've imagined Lizzie's parents to live in some huge mansion located in an upscale area. As the car closed in on an intersection I squinted to see the words on the sign.

"Paliase is coming up. Left or right?"

All I could hear was the sound of her mouth going up and down.

"Lizzie! Left or Right?!"

She stopped just long enough to answer me. "Right."

I came to a dead-end. On my right was a house that was slightly larger than the rest. It fits Lizzie's description of her parents' house. "What's the number again?"

"Aiegh tu ero hore," she mumbled around my shaft.

I rolled my eyes in frustration at her reluctance to stop. "820... 9?"

"HORE!"

"8204?" She nodded. "Serve you right if I castrate myself one day," I remarked as I pulled up onto the driveway.

She looked up at me. "Don't joke about such things," she said with mock horror. She wiggled my cock. "Want to come one last time before we go in and start your two-day period of celibacy?"

I took her head in my hands. "I think I'm all out of body fluids for one day."

She laughed. We both rearranged our clothes, returning to a state of decency. I opened my door, exited the car, and walked over to the other side. I opened Lizzie's door with a flourish.

"We have arrived, milady," I announced in a drone tone.

Lizzie lifted a perfectly sculptured leg and placed it out. She rested a hand on the hem of her dress and tugged slowly up, revealing mouth-watering thighs. Giggling, she offered her hand up to me. I took it firmly and kissed it, and she pulled herself up. She pressed herself against me as I slipped my other arm around her. The cold night air blew her hair every which way. I took off my jacket, placed it around her shoulders, and then studied her face with the illumination provided by a full moon in the night sky.

"You are so beautiful."

She blushed and rested her head against my shoulder. We walked up to the door and she unlocked it with a key in her purse. The double door opened to reveal a darkened living room. Lizzie entered, but I hesitated, suddenly feeling very ill at ease. Noting my reluctance, she smiled at me.

"Nervous?"

"No. Yes." I shook my head, trying to steady my nerves. "I don't know."

She took my hand and gently led me in. Kissing me, her lips were soft and moist. "Don't worry," she whispered. "I'll protect you."

Although still uneasy, I smiled anyways, putting on a face to reassure her. She led me up the grandiose staircase into the dark hallway.

I woke up with a start, my deep sleep disturbed by a horrible nightmare. It seemed so real; the flash of the nuzzle, the loud noise, the sharp, biting pain. I could feel my body covered with sweat. Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair. It was drenched in sweat as well.

"Josh? Are you all right?"

I startled at my name, but quickly recognized the voice as Lizzie's. "Yeah. I'm ok." I leaned down to kiss her. "Sorry to have woke you up."

"No problem," she said as she cuddled against me. "Why are you up so ear... " I felt her hands on me. "My god! You're sweating like hell!" The lamp on her side of the bed was immediately turned on. "And you're flushed!" She placed a hand on my forehead. "Are you sick?"

"No, I'm not sick. Seriously, Lizzie, don't worry about me. Just a nightmare I had."

"Nightmare? But you never have nightmares."

I shrugged, then smiled at her. "Chalk it up to nervousness, I guess."

"Nervousness." I could read skepticism all over her face.

"Sure. Here I am dressed only in boxers, with a beautiful girl." I lay back down. "And in bed in her parents' house to boot. I think that would make any man nervous."

She slapped me playfully on the shoulder. "Blatant flattery ain't gonna get you any nookie. We've already established that." She moved in closer. "But don't worry. I'll make it up to you when we get back."

"Can't wait."

We stayed in each other's arms for a while.

"Seriously, Josh. What was the nightmare about?"

Not wanting to alarm her, I lied. "I dreamed that your dad came after me with a shotgun after discovering me and you like this."

She laughed. "You'll love daddy, Josh. He's very much like you."

A door clicked out in the hall. Footsteps could be heard, as could a loud yawn.

"That should be dad. He goes for an early morning jog every day."

"That sure sounds like something I use to do." I sighed in feigned distress. "Of course, that was before I met you. Nowadays, I would stay in bed for the better part of the mornings recuperating from doing god-only-knows-what the previous night."

"You don't like 'doing' me?" she asked, giggling.

I kissed her on the forehead. "Of course I do, Lizzie. More than anything in the world." We cuddled for a while. "So what's your plan for surprising your dad?"

"Nothing too fancy. Just cooking breakfast for him." She got out of bed. "Which I should get started on."

I took notice of what she wore. Or rather, I took notice of her delectable butt as bent over to look for her slippers. "Don't forget to put on a robe. It feels chilly."

She walked over and kissed me. "You even talk like daddy, Josh. Come down later for breakfast, ok?"

I smiled and promised her that I would. She opened her bedroom door and walked out, blowing me a kiss. I kept my smile up until I heard her going down the stairs. I closed my eyes, letting my mind going back to the nightmare. It's not that I don't have them, but this one was just so vivid. The ringing was still vibrating in my ear. I could even now feel the dull aching beside my right nipple.

No use worrying over some dream, I told myself. I got up and took out some sweats out of my overnight bag. After washing up in the bathroom (Lizzie's bedroom had its own!), I went downstairs.

"Hey you," Lizzie greeted from the kitchen.

"Hey yourself."

She held up a mug. "Black ok? It's probably not as good as JoJo's though."

I took the mug from her and set it down on the counter. "I'm sure that it's perfect," I assured her as I wrapped my arms around her. She kissed me.

Suddenly I heard a door closing behind me. "I don't know who you are, buddy, but you had better get your hands off my precious daughter so she can give her dear old dad a hug!"

Lizzie turned around with a squeal. "Daddy!" She ran toward a middle-aged man dressed in sweats like mine. The man opened his arms and Lizzie jumped into them.

"I knew immediately when I saw that blue Mercedes out in front that my little girl was back!"

I watched their joyful reunion with a little pain and jealousy. It's been almost two years since I had last seen my dad alive. Before the car accident...

"I think you need to introduce us, Beth."

I was jerked out of my thoughts as Lizzie pulled her dad towards me. "Daddy, this is Joshua Shepard." She turned toward me. "Josh, this is my dad, Richard Kristensen."

I extended a hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir."

He shook my hand. It was a strong handshake, open and full of warmth. "Wish I could say the same, son, but my daughter here never calls, never writes." He ruffled her hair. "I swear it's like you send them off to college and they forget that you even exist." I immediately found myself liking the man.

Lizzie blushed. "Sorry, daddy."

He let out a deep-bellied laugh. "It's great to meet you too, son. But drop the 'sir' nonsense. You can call me Richard." He glanced slyly at Lizzie, and then at me. "Or, if you prefer, you can call me 'dad'."

"DAD!" Lizzie cried indignantly.

I smiled. "Nothing would give me greater pleasure, sir."

"Ho! He's a witty one, Elizabeth!" He laughed again, but shook a finger at me. "Remember what I said about the 'sir'."

"Sorry si... " He scowled. "I mean... umm... Richard."

"Well," Lizzie puffed. "I'll let you men talk." She walked past me, giving me a quick kiss.

"So. Fill me in on how you two met." Richard sat down and indicated to a chair next to his.

I sat down. "Well, si... Richard, Lizzie and I... "

"Whoa there! Back up one second." He shook his head. "Who's 'Lizzie'?! Her name is Elizabeth, or Beth."

"I'm sorry, Richard, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to insist on my way on this issue. Your daughter will always be Lizzie to me."

He squinted his eyes at me. I was scared shitless under his eyes, but he pushed it aside with a laugh that echoed throughout the kitchen. I turned around to glance confusingly at Lizzie. She gave me a thumb up sign.

"I like a man who has his own ideas. Ok, son. She's Lizzie to you."

I smiled weakly and continued with my account of our first meeting. Lizzie came over to us with a plate of pancakes, sausage, and bacon. She set the plate down, then sat down on my lap. Richard was an attentive listener, and nodded at a few points.

"That's great," he commented at the end. "So why are you two really up here for? I don't think that you're here to just visit this old man. God only knows how many times I've already tried to get you to visit, Beth. The truth." He added when Lizzie opened her mouth.

"Well, Richard. The thing is that... ummm... " I was tongue-tied. How did one tell a father that one's moving in with his daughter?

"Daddy, we came to tell you that we've decided to move in together."

Time stopped for me, as did my heart.

"Move in together?" he echoed with a frown. "But you two've only known each other for... what is it... four months?" He shook his head. "Seems like you two are moving a little too fast."

Lizzie opened her mouth to retort, but I interrupted. "Sir, I realize your concern, and agree with you completely." I tightened my arms around Lizzie. "But the truth is that I love your daughter. Completely and absolutely. I plan to marry her someday."

I had the pleasure watching the surprise creep on his face.

She looked up at me. "Josh?"

I kissed her on the forehead. "I mean it, Lizzie. I love you."

Her lips quivered. "I love you, too," she returned softly, laying her head on my chest.

"Well, I must say that you're a man after my own heart." He looked me straight in the eyes. I held his gaze with my own, every bit as unwavering. He nodded with approval.

"I've always prided myself to be a good judgment of character. And I see before me a man good and decent and sincere in his words. If my daughter chooses so then I have no problem with it. But I'm warning you." He picked up a solid silver spoon and slowly bent it... with two fingers. Then he bent it back into shape. "If you ever hurt my daughter in any way, I'll personally hunt you down to the ends of the earth. Neither time, distance, nor God himself will be able to save you from me. Do I make myself clear, son?"

I nodded. "Crystal, sir. And believe me when I say that the warning is unnecessary."

The stern expression on his face cracked as he smiled broadly. "Good. Now. Have you planned on how to break this to Beth's mother?"

Lizzie turned to him. "I was hoping that you could talk to her first, daddy. You know, wear her down a little."

He gave her a tense smile. "Ummm... Ok, baby. I'll talk to the old she-beast for ya. But I don't know if it'll do any good."

I grimaced at this. Here was a man who had just threatened me with severe bodily harm and he's scared of this woman. I was beginning to seriously reconsider putting this off until the Christmas party. At least then there'll be a house full of witnesses.