You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was shocked! My dad hadn’t even dated in the three years since my mom had died, and now he was telling me he was engaged! I found it hard to believe he had found the time to meet someone. After I had gotten over the initial shock, I said, “Well, I guess congratulations are in order. How did you meet her?”
“She’s the Sales Manager for our Houston office. Or at least she was. I convinced her to come here to work for me.”
“So, how long have you been seeing her?”
“About three months. I can’t wait for you to meet her. I know you will like her.”
“Wow, Dad! Three months and you have already asked her to marry you?”
He had a big grin on his face as he answered, “Yeah, well, I guess most people would consider that a little fast, you included, apparently. But we really hit it off, and I just thought, why wait?”
“Well, Dad, I’m happy for you, and I’m glad you finally found someone after all this time. I’m going to bed, but I’ll take care of dinner and see you tomorrow night. Good night, Dad.”
The steak house delivered our meal right on time. I got out of my jeans and T-shirt, took a shower, and put on a pair of black slacks with a black faux silk T-shirt that was very form fitting. It really showed off my chest and arm muscles. I went downstairs and set the table.
Dad came home right on time. He had a big smile on his face as he said, “John, I’d like for you to meet my fiancé, Heather. Heather, this is my son, John.”
I could not believe my eyes when I looked at the woman my dad introduced me to. My dad was 39 years old, and this woman looked like she was about 25! I later learned she was 31. She was just as tall as my dad, which was 5’8″, and she was about 125 pounds. She had light brown hair, blue eyes, and what I guessed to be 36 C cup tits with a very nice ass. She was wearing a black dress that showed a lot of cleavage. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. The dress stopped about 3 inches above her knees, allowing me to admire her beautiful, shapely legs. To top it off, she had a beautiful smile. My first thought was, “My god! She looks like a porn star!” and my second thought was, “What in the hell does she see in my dad?”
Before I could even compose myself, Heather remarked, “My god Harry! You didn’t tell me your son was a body builder! He could put Arnold Schwarzenegger to shame!”
Dad laughed and answered, “Yes, he definitely has a more impressive body than his old dad, but, as far as I know, he’s not a bodybuilder. He’s been wrestling since high school, and I guess his coach pushes him to lift weights to improve his strength. Right, son?”
I was still staring at my soon-to-be stepmom, and probably had my mouth hanging open. Luckily, I got the gist of their conversation and managed to answer, “Uh, yeah. I’m on the wrestling team, and the coach really encourages weight training.”
Heather smiled and asked, “What are you majoring in at college?”
“Kinesiology. I hope to become a physical therapist, and then, hopefully, a personal trainer. I will probably get a certification as a massage therapist at some point, too.”