Indiscretions

Chapter One-5

“Yes. It was taken three years ago when Dale received her first Ph.D.,” George said with a tone of pride in his voice.

I put the photograph down on the table and returned to my seat. After a few minutes, I finished my wine and stood. “I hate to be a party pooper, but I’m exhausted from the drive out here. If it’s alright with the two of you, I would like to turn in.”

Rita stood and faced me. Sharon stood by my side. “Of course, I have prepared rooms for the two of you.”

I got from that remark; we were going to be spending the night in separate rooms. George had already taken our bags upstairs.

As we ascended the stairs, Rita said to Sharon, “You’ll be staying in your old room and Daniel will sleep in Dale’s.”

When we reached the hallway leading to the rooms, I said, “I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”

“My parents are old fashioned. They believe that a man and woman should be married before sharing a bedroom in their house.” She opened the door to the bedroom where I was to stay. We kissed. “I guess the next time we visit here; we’ll have to be married. Good night,” without waiting for a response, I entered the room and turned on the light. It was a typical teenage girl’s room. Everything was very feminine. There was a private bath off the room. I took a quick shower and went to bed.

***

The next morning, I woke up around 9:00 a.m.. I took another shower, got dressed and went down stairs. George was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper. “Good morning,” I said.

George looked up from the paper, “Good morning. Are you ready to do some walking today?”

“I think so. What do you have in mind?”

“I’m going to take you on a tour of the campus where I teach.”

“Yes. I would like that. I haven’t been on a college campus since I graduated. It should be nostalgic.”

Rita came into the room from the kitchen. She served some coffee and orange juice. “How do you like your eggs?” she inquired.

“I usually prefer them sunny side up.”

“You’re our guest and a prospective husband for our daughter,” she said with a smile. “I want to do everything within my power to please you.”

I got a strange feeling. I didn’t know what Sharon had told them, but they were looking at me as a possible addition to their family. They seemed like nice people. I guess there are worse things that could happen to me. Sharon entered the room and sat down next to me.

“How did you sleep last night?” she asked.

“I had a very restful night, thank you. After breakfast, I’m going with your father to the university.”

Rita served everyone a plate with eggs, sausage and toast. She reached over and gave me a coffee refill. Then she sat down across from me. “I’m glad that my girls are going to be together in Philadelphia. They can look out for each other.”

“I volunteer to lookout for both of them,” I said. Rita smiled and George shook my hand.

When we finished our breakfast, George and I drove the half mile to the university campus. George had an assigned parking space near the building where he taught. We walked the campus as George pointed out all the different buildings and the disciplines housed within them. Finally, we returned to the language and classical arts building and we went inside. George took me to his office. He excused himself for a moment. He sat down in front of his computer and checked his e-mail. Then he took me down to an auditorium where a lecture was underway. There were maybe one hundred students listening to a lecture on the works of the French philosopher Jean Paul Sartre. We sat down and listened to the lecture to its conclusion. When the lecture ended, George took me to the front of the auditorium. He introduced me to the female professor. She was a woman I estimated to be in her early 40’s. She spoke with a French accent. Her name was Nadine. George insinuated to her that I may become a member of their family sometime in the future. That was the second time today; Sharon’s parents mentioned my coming into the family fold.

George invited Nadine to join us in the university cafeteria for lunch. There seemed to be a lot of chemistry between George and Nadine. I dismissed my intuitive feeling as my imagination working overtime. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had my weekly dose of s*x.

We had a nice lunch. Nadine walked with us to the car. As I was getting in on the passenger’s side, I looked over and noticed George give Nadine a hug and passionate kiss. I thought it strange for two colleagues to be acting in that manner. It’s none of my business, I thought. I sat in the car and focused my eyes straight ahead.

George got into the car and we drove back to the house. As we entered the living area, Sharon was on the phone. After a moment, it was apparent she was talking to Dale. The little I overheard from the one sided conversation was Sharon accepting the fact that Dale was going to be living with her for a period of time. In a way, that concerned me. How was that going to affect our s*x life? I guess I would have to cross that bridge when I came to it.

Saturday was spent mostly in the house. That evening, George took all of us out to an expensive restaurant for dinner. It was a very pleasant time and the food was delicious. We drank several bottles of wine. Fortunately, the restaurant was close to their home and we didn’t have far to drive.

On the drive back to the house, Rita made a strange comment. “Did you have a chance to meet Nadine today?”

“Yes. We caught part of her lecture,” I replied.

“She’s a lovely lady. George and I are very fond of her. She spends a lot of time with us.”

I began to wonder what kind of time the three of them spent together. I thought I would explore that subject with Sharon on the drive back to Philadelphia the next day.

When we arrived back at the house, George opened another bottle of wine. When the bottle was depleted, we were all pretty tipsy. In addition, I was becoming very horny. I kept eyeing up Sharon’s ass. I was fantasying my p***s buried in it. Finally, Sharon said that she was going to bed. I agreed to call it a night as well. As I was ascending the stairs, the thought crossed my mind if I could somehow slip into her room undetected.

When I reached my room, I took Sharon by the arm and pulled her in. She didn’t resist. I was aching to feel the nakedness of her body. I stripped her down and placed her on the bed. I took off my clothing. In seconds I was naked as well. I reached into my luggage and retrieved the tube of KY that I had previously packed. I squeezed a generous amount into my hand. I smeared it over my p***s. I rolled Sharon onto her stomach. She was half asleep. I knelt on the bed alongside her and applied the KY to her ass. As I mounted her, the sensation of my entering her brought her back to reality. She let out one of her little primitive sounds I have become so familiar with.

The alcohol prolonged my reaching orgasm. Sharon continued to make her little sounds, but I had no idea where she was at in reaching a climax. Finally, I could feel myself building toward a release. Coming in her was the next thing to attaining utopia. Moments later, I fell asleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, Sharon had rolled me off her and left the room.

***

The next morning after I took a shower and got dressed, I packed my suitcase and carried it downstairs. Rita was busy in the kitchen fixing breakfast. I walked to the kitchen doorway. “I want to thank you for all your hospitality. I had a great few days visiting your husband and yourself. I hope we can visit again sometime in the near future. An invitation is always open for George and yourself to visit Philadelphia.”

She looked up and smiled and continued fixing breakfast. “Please sit down. I’ll have your coffee in a minute.”

I sat at the table. Sharon came down the stairs and sat down along side me. Rita brought in a pot of coffee. She sat it in the center of the table. George came out of the study and joined us as well. Rita had prepared omelets with ham and bacon. She also provided a pitcher of orange juice.

George wished everyone a “good morning” and poured himself a cup of coffee. I ate my breakfast as quickly as I could. I was anxious to get on the road as soon as possible. We had a long ride ahead of us. Sharon observed my urgency and joined me in devouring her breakfast as well. When we finished eating our food, we drank down our coffee. Then both of us stood from the table. “I would like to thank both of you again for a lovely couple of days. It was a wonderful experience meeting you.”

Sharon had carried her suitcase down and had placed it alongside mine in the living room. She embraced her mother and father. I gave a friendly hug to Rita and shook hands with George. George picked up Sharon’s suitcase. The four of us walked together down the front steps to the car. We place the luggage in the trunk and said our goodbyes once again. With that we were on the road and headed to Philadelphia.

***

For the first ten miles, we didn’t say anything. When we reached the interstate, I said, “That was quite a four days. I enjoyed meeting your parents. There are a few questions that occurred to me. I observed that George’s friend Nadine plays an interesting part in your mother and father’s life. Am I wrong in assuming that?”

“Nadine came into my mother’s and father’s life when I was in college. As far as I know, she has never been married. She spends almost every weekend with them. My mother once told me that Nadine had put some spice back into their s*x life. I didn’t question what she meant, but I used my imagination.”

My observation of Nadine and George kissing at the car suddenly made sense. I suppose that if Nadine was filling a void in their relationship, it was a good thing. I decided to ask Sharon about her father’s comment about her not staying in a relationship for more than three months.

“Until I met you, I haven’t had a satisfying s****l relationship with any man. Although, I’ve accepted the fact that I was a bi-s****l, I was having trouble connecting with men in previous relationships before you. You have managed to change all of that for me. I never want you out of my life.”

“Yes, I feel the same way.” I drove another few miles without saying anything. And then I said, “I know this isn’t an appropriate place and time to say this, but I know I’m in love with you. I would like to make you my wife,” as I stared straight ahead down the highway.

Incredulously, she said, “You want to marry me?”

“We’ve been together now for over a year. I’ve had an opportunity to meet your mother and father. I believe they approve of me. My parents are deceased. I don’t have any siblings, so there isn’t anyone to get approval from there. It goes without saying that we are sexually compatible. I think the odds of a successful marriage are pretty high.”

“When do you want to do this?”

“As soon as we arrive back in Philadelphia, I think you should call your parents and tell them we’re getting married.” We stopped once along the way and had lunch. We toasted our engagement with a glass of wine. When we arrived in Philadelphia, I dropped Sharon off at her apartment. I spent the night at my condo. I had a business meeting the next morning. It required I be donned in conservative attire.