“So what do you say son.”
“Huh? Oh sorry Dad. My mind was somewhere else.”
Dad laughed and said. “Have you ever been to a strip club?”
“Of course not. I’m only eighteen.”
“Then I think a trip when you’re old enough is in order.” Dad said, and went on saying how the girls gave lap dances and stuff.
After Dad described everything about a strip club, he excused himself and said he was going golfing for the day. He offered to take me, but I didn’t have any interest and said I was going to just relax and maybe take in a swim. Dad left, and I ventured back up to my room to ponder over what Dad told me about Bethany being upset. I wondered if she and I screwing was the reason. I was still in deep thought when I heard my phone ring.
Oh crap – Mom. I thought, remembering how I forgot to call her.
But the number was from someone else I didn’t know.
“Hello?”
“Tyler… It’s Bethany… sorry about breakfast, but I needed time to think.”
“Oh… Ok no problem.”
“Tyler… I think we need to talk about last night.” I heard her say.
“Bethany I don’t want to hear about finding girls my age again. I think you know how I feel about you.”
“Honey… I don’t want to do this over the phone. I’ll be home shortly. We’ll have a heart-to-heart talk then.”
I huffed and agreed. However, before she arrived, I changed into my swim trunks and went down to the pool.
It was another half-hour before I saw Bethany pull into the driveway. I stayed in the pool and waited for her to find me. Bethany didn’t look happy when she walked across the patio, waving me out of the pool while she sat on a chair under a sun umbrella.
Walking towards her while I dried myself off, I admired her beauty. She was dressed in a white sundress that was skin tight and very short. Walking closer I gazed upon her hard nipples as they pressed against the material and also realizing her panties had to be just an inch away from being seen. That caused Mr. Stiffy to come alive again.
My eyes eventually rose up to her face, and I caught her staring at my erection. I figured out sitting down would be a good thing. However, that was short lived when she said.
“Tyler… what we did last night should have never happened.”
“Beth…” I said but was cut short when she leaned over, and she put her finger to my lips.
“Shhh… I’m not finished.”
Bethany became fidgety, and her head dropped.
“When your father came to bed and hugged me, I felt ashamed. I tried to justify what we did in my mind, but couldn’t when your dad thanked me for taking care of you while he was busy at work.”
Beth’s hands covered her face, and she began to weep.
Now I felt very guilty.
It’s my fault. My greedy lust pushed her into fucking me.
“Beth… I’m sorry. I guess what Dad said is right.” I said and placed my hand lightly on her thigh.
Bethany lowered her hands placing them on top of mine and looked at me with her tear filled eyes.
“What do you mean?”
Oh fuck… I shouldn’t have said that.
My mind raced with ways I could try to cover what I just said. I couldn’t tell her what Dad told me about exploiting women. I felt it would only make things worse, and thought she wouldn’t believe me in the first place.