“Bonnet,” I corrected him absently.
“What?”
“It’s a British car so it’s a ‘bonnet’ not a ‘hood’.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, following me through the sliding door and into the kitchen.
We dropped everything on the island in the center of the kitchen and Scott pressed me up against the counter with his body. He turned me around to face him and put his hand on my neck, pressing my chin up with his thumb in order to tilt my head back. He leaned in and we shared a passionate kiss while he slid his hands up to cup my bare breasts and pinch my nipples.
“I’m sorry,” I moaned. “I need to clean your cum off and get dressed.”
“It’s okay, gorgeous girl,” he said. “It’s early in the summer; we have plenty of time.”
He kissed me hard again, sliding our tongues along each other then biting my lip between his teeth until I moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he said. “I can’t wait to eat your pussy and fuck your brains out all summer long.
“You on the pill?”
“I’m a 21-year-old female college student; of course I’m on the pill.”
“Excellent,” he smiled, showing his teeth. “You clean, too? I am.”
“Yes. But we will discuss this more later,” I said, putting my hands on his chest to push him away. “I really need to get cleaned up and go or dad will start getting curious.”
Scott backed up a step or two, but continued to grin at me. He grabbed my cell phone off the counter and held it out to me to unlock it.
“I sent myself a text,” he said after working the screen. “Text you later, Eileen?”
“Maybe. Probably.”
***
Dad and I ended up going out to dinner, again, after we spent over an hour at Tucker’s discussing what could be done about his Triumph’s neverending electrical problems. This time we went to the American Legion post where he’s a member for some sandwiches and drinks. He had a pitcher of beer, I had an amaretto sour. He chatted with his friends, mostly bragging about me, as he does.
“I was thinking about having a cookout tomorrow,” dad said. “Invite Izzy and her family. You haven’t seen the boys since… when?”
“Gosh. Not since Christmas. They didn’t come to Easter at mom’s this year since they went to Ike’s family’s. I sent the boys present on their birthdays.
“I’d love to see them.”
Dad dialed my sister on his cellphone and invited her over for lunch the next day. She was glad to accept, especially since she was working a late shift as a nurse on Sunday night.
After dinner we went to the grocery and bought supplies. Dad got burgers and hotdogs, buns, potato and pasta salad, coleslaw, and chips. I got a variety of pop, including my favorite: Faygo Redpop. It’s terrible junk but I just can’t help myself.
We got home and stuffed the food for Sunday dinner into the fridge in the kitchen and I put the pop in the fridge in the basement. Dad suggested we go for a swim. It was late, but the sun had not quite set yet. I ran up to change into the modest one-piece suit I’d packed and met him down by the pool deck and jumped in.
“So, daddy,” I said, treading water under the diving board, knowing I was touching on a sore subject. “Are you planning to sell this house any time soon?”