“You don’t have to worry about concentrating too much. You are doing an excellent job.”
“Thank you. OK, what’s the surprise?”
“I talked to Cindy today. You know, my niece? She agreed to be my maid of honor and she’s looking forward to meeting you.”
I answered, “That’s great. I’m looking forward to meeting her, too.”
“I think you’ll like her. You’re both the same age, and in the same year in college. You should have a lot in common.”
I couldn’t help myself. I asked, “Oh, really? Is she fucking you, too?”
Heather smiled and answered, “You never know!”
* * * * * * * *
The next few weeks were hectic. Heather and my dad had picked a date and found a venue. Then they agreed to the list of people they would invite. Nothing changed between Heather and me. She still came to my room almost every night and we fucked for hours. My dad seemed happy, and he continued to go out of town on business trips. We fucked a lot more while he was out of town. Oh, and once or twice a month, he would watch us. The first time it happened, I was a little uncomfortable, but as I watched him, he had a big grin on his face as he played with his limp dick. I finally came to the conclusion he really was ok with me fucking his soon-to-be wife.
The week before the wedding, Heather asked me to go to the airport to pick up her niece, Cindy. I argued that she should go with me because I had never met her and wouldn’t recognize her. Heather said, “Oh, you’ll recognize her. I told you, she looks just like me, only younger.”
I parked in the short-term parking garage and went to baggage claim. I watched the people walking to the baggage carousel in search of their luggage, and I spotted a stunning young lady who did, in fact, look just like Heather. She was wearing cut-off jeans shorts and a T-shirt. I walked up behind her, and as she reached for her suitcase, I leaned over and snagged it off the carousel. When she turned around to see who was taking her suitcase, I said, “You must be Cindy. I’m John. I hope Heather told you I was picking you up.”
She looked me up and down, and then smiled. “Hi, John. It’s nice to meet you. Heather told me to look for an Adonis, but I thought she was kidding. I’m not keeping you from the gym, am I?”
I love a girl with a sense of humor. I chuckled, and said, “No, I already got a couple of hours in this morning.” She gave me another big smile before I led her to my car. I have a red Camaro, so when I held the passenger door for her, I got an eye-full of beautiful, smooth thigh as she slid onto her seat.
“I was told to pick you up, but I just realized I don’t know where you’re staying. Am I supposed to take you to our house, or are you staying in a hotel?”
She said she was staying in the hotel where the wedding was being held, but Heather told her to come to our house to have dinner with us, so I drove her home. As we drove home, we chatted about our lives and school. I couldn’t believe it when I discovered she was studying to become a physical therapist, the same as me. I also couldn’t believe what a smoking hot body she had. I had a hard on all the way home.