As expected, on Friday evening, dad pulled into the driveway and came shuffling into the house, apparently worn out and tired. “Hey y’all,” he said with a sigh and thry all gathered around. He had been away for nearly a month this time and he noticed that he looked old; his hair thinning and he was getting heavy, his physique having seen better days. Mirnda gave him a hug and a kiss but they didn’t appear to be too affectionate.
“Let me go and freshen up and we’ll all go out to dinner, yeah?” she said turning to him with a kind smile. Jack’s father slapped her on the ass as she walked away without saying much else. He felt kinda sick but tried not to show it. For the first time, he noticed that he was a little bit of a sexist pig and condescending to Mirnda, who he thought should have been treated like the goddess she was. Jack gave his dad a hug.
At dinner, he held court, spinning stories from work and his goings on the last few weeks. Jack noticed that Mirnda seemed to be getting bored, her attention drifting and her replies perfunctory. He stopped listening at some point and concentrated on his food, which was equally uninspiring.
Jack remembered back to when his father was a bit of a hero to him, after all, he had been a great enough guy to land a babe like Mirnda. But the man sitting with the stunning Mirnda tonight looked well and truly out of his depth and she out of his league. Jack felt a little sorry for him, he was his father after all, and he began to wonder if all was well in their marriage. Back at home, they played a customary game of cards and Mirnda seemed to cheer up and get into the spirit of it.
Jack couldn’t help but notice that Mirnda sat next to him on the couch, Jack’s father opposite in a comfy chair. Mirnda sat close and her thighs were snug against his. Even in this setting with his father and her together, it felt incredible and was another intimate moment between them, at least for him. After a while, Jack’s father got up and said he needed to take a bath and relax.
“We’ll just hang out here, alright?” Mirnda said and he nodded absentmindedly. After he wondered off, Jack sat back on the couch, relaxed and Mirnda looked at him and sighed.
She put her head on his shoulder and as usual, he felt her breasts against his arm. He was frozen, not knowing if he should cuddle her and try to comfort her; was she turning to him for that? Jack certainly hadn’t seen her be close or affectionate with his dad in a while. He felt concern for her.
Jack put his arm around her and she responded by bringing herself closer to him. Jack’s hand landed on her upper arm and he rested his head on hers, as she relaxed onto his shoulder. Her breasts pressed against his chest and her thighs were still snug against him. It felt indescribably wonderful, he began to sweat and despite his best efforts, went hard. They stayed like that for a few moments, not moving, only his hand stroking her arm a little.
Mirnda then brought her head up and looked at him, though Jack couldn’t tell what she thinking. Was she lonely and reaching out to me? Was she sad, confused, angry? Jack had no idea. Was there desire for me behind those eyes? Looking at her, then at him with his lanky, pale body and what he thought were goofy features, he doubted it. But, here she was seeking his comfort and he was glad to give it.
“I’m sorry, Jack,” she said, sweetly and quietly.
“Sorry about what?” Jack said, trying to sound mature.
“I shouldn’t impose on you like this. Sometimes I feel like I have no one else to turn to,” she said, trailing off as if not wanting to continue the dangerous thought.
“What about my dad?” Jack asked, immediately regretting it. Mirnda just sighed again. There was definitely something wrong, but he didn’t push it. “Well,” Jack went on, “I’m here,” he said softly, impressing himself with a grown up and convincingly masculine line.
“Thank you, baby,” she said sadly and kissed him on the cheek, her divine lips resting there for a moment. She moved away a few inches and looked at him again, their faces close; too close for comfort. If his father had come in then and caught them in this embrace, it would not have been a huge leap to believe they had been kissing like lovers. She moved towards him again for another kiss on the cheek, then pulled away.
Releasing her from the voluptuous cuddle they had just shared, Mirnda stood and brushed herself off. She ran her fingers through his hair as she often did and smiled sweetly. “You’re such a fine, lovely, young man, Jack,” she said and walked away.
Jack watched her as she left, her feminine form swaying in a way he found difficult to fathom. She turned, waved, then was gone. Jack heard her close the door to their room so he decided to go to bed too. Naturally, Jack fantasized about her that night, dreaming of how good she felt and how he wished she’d really kissed him.
