Heather was still smiling as she commented, “Wow. That could be a real perk, having a masseur in the house.”
I knew I had been ogling Heather ever since she walked through the door. I had to do something to keep from staring at her tits, so I poured some wine into everyone’s glass. I had already set the table and placed the food on the plates. I said, “Heather, I wasn’t sure how you liked your steak, so I ordered them medium well for everyone.”
“That’s fine, hon. I’m not hard to please.”
I noticed she still had that crooked smile and I thought, “I wonder if she intended for that remark to have a double meaning? I definitely wanted to find out how hard I had to be to please her.”
We had a great meal and really good conversation. I don’t really drink, but I nursed a glass of wine. Dad and Heather drank the bottle of wine he had found in our kitchen cabinet, and then they drank the one he had bought on the way home. They were feeling no pain when they went to bed.
I had trouble getting to sleep. I lay in my bed for a long time, nude and on top of my sheets. I thought about Heather and imagined what her body looked like under that short dress she was wearing. I got a raging hard on and started stroking my dick. I was wondering if I might ever get a chance to fuck her. I hated to think that I would do that to my dad, but I decided that if I ever got the chance, I definitely would. I had a fantasy that I would sneak in his bedroom after he went to work, find Heather lying in the bed nude, and I would get in the bed with her and fuck her. Obviously, I wasn’t thinking straight, because I forgot that she worked with my dad. They both left the house the next morning and went to work together while I was still sleeping. So much for my fantasy.
I got up, showered, and headed to school. I had trouble concentrating because I kept thinking about fucking Heather.
Heather and my dad soon settled into a routine. They came home every evening around 6 o’clock, changed into comfortable clothes, and then we had dinner together which included some nice conversations. Dad was smiling a lot and he carried on interesting conversations that also included a little humor. If you asked me to describe my dad, the word humorous would never come to mind. And, as I mentioned before, he was a workaholic. Just the fact that he was coming home before seven was a huge change in his lifestyle.
After dinner, we would watch TV, and after the 10 o’clock news, we would go to bed. The first week Heather was in our house, I listened to see if I could hear them fucking. I couldn’t. Either they were very quiet, or dad wasn’t getting any.
The second week Heather was in our house, dad announced that he had to go on another business trip. “Make sure you take care of Heather while I’m gone. You two seem to get along, so that makes me feel a little better about going on this trip without her.”
I tried not to smile and instead I took on a serious tone when I asked, “Why isn’t Heather going with you?”
“Well, son, Heather is in a different department and the meeting I’m going to doesn’t require her to be there.”