“How do you tie this damn thing, anyway?” Randolph Miller stood in the vestibule of the house staring into the mirror. He fumbled with the white bow tie.
“Here, Daddy, let me help.” Susan jumped nimbly down the last two steps. She wore a new orange bikini and a white net cover. She turned her father to face her. “You look very handsome.”
“Thank you, little girl,” her father said. His hair was thinning, and his belly had the beginnings of a middle age spread, but he did cut a very distinguished figure in the formal dress.
“She’s very good with ties,” Robert Thompson said, coming down the stairs with an arm full of textbooks.
Dr. Miller barely glanced at him and didn’t respond. He looked his daughter over instead. “What are you wearing, Susan? That thing doesn’t cover you decently.”
“It’s the latest style. And it does too cover everything important,” She said cheerily as she tugged at the tie, spreading it just right. “Besides, there’s no one around but me and Robert.”
Dr. Miller gave Robert Thompson a glare. He might be married to Susan now, but it was clear that her father still didn’t like the idea. Especially the idea of leaving them alone, with her dressed like that.
“Oh, my dear,” Lisa Miller said. She had entered the room only in time to hear her daughter’s last sentence. “I’m so sorry we have to leave you like this. But we had promised that we would attend this function before we knew you were coming.”
“Really, mother, it’s not a problem. I know we came down at the last minute. Since Robert managed to get a couple of extra days off before the term starts we just took the opportunity. That’s no reason for you to miss this party.”
“It’s not a party, really, pumpkin. It’s a political fund raiser,” her father corrected her. “But if I have to pay a thousand dollars a plate for this rubber chicken, I’m damned well going to go eat it.”
Susan just laughed at her father. “You look lovely Mother.”
“Thank you dear.” Her mother turned around for her. The floor-length maroon dress fit her figure perfectly. Like her daughter, she was a petite blonde. She wore her hair swept high onto her head, swirled around and pinned with a diamond encrusted clip. Her earrings were ruby teardrops and she wore a cameo on a black ribbon at her neck. “We’ll be home a little after midnight. Maggie already has instructions for dinner, and will stay as long as you need her to.”
“We know where everything is. We’ll be fine,” Susan assured her mother. “I don’t know why you two aren’t just staying at the Hilton in Austin. You’ve done that before.”
“We don’t want to miss any more of your visit than necessary, darling.” Lisa leaned over and kissed the air by her daughter’s ear to avoid mussing her makeup.
“Have a good time,” Susan said. She gave her father’s tie a final, straightening tug. “You’re all set, Daddy.”
“Thank you, little girl.” Her father gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Mrs. Miller? Are you ready?”
She gave her daughter a final reluctant look, then nodded her head and took the arm her husband offered. They walked through the front door and down the walk to the Cadillac that had been washed and waxed and delivered to the front door for their trip. Susan waved goodbye and closed the door behind them. She turned and winked at her husband of barely two and a half months. “I thought they would never leave.”
“We came here to visit them,” Robert reminded her.
“I know, but you’ve barely touched me since we got here. We are married now, you know. We don’t have to go sneaking off to the barn.”
Robert
took his books into the study and set them on the table next to the window,
avoiding his father-in-law’s desk. “We’ve only been here two days.”
“And this morning was Saturday morning. What do we usually do on Saturdays?”
Robert sat at the table and chuckled. Susan followed him and sat on his knee. “We usually stay in bed until noon and make love.”
Susan gave a dramatic sigh. “So, I guess the honeymoon is over.”
He moved aside the cover-up and put his arms around her bare waist. “No, it’s not. I promise, I still find you absolutely irresistible.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly.
“Then why weren’t you trying to get inside my PJ’s this morning?” She asked.
He touched his forehead to hers. “Susie. It’s just… what if your father heard us?”
“He’s way at the other end of the house. Besides, he must know that you touch me. We are married.”
“Did you see that look he gave me as they were leaving? It said very clearly ‘do not touch my daughter’.”
“Oh, Robert!” Susan laughed.
“Oh, Robert, nothing. He doesn’t even like having me look at you in this very attractive bathing suit.”
“Well, too bad. I want you to look. That’s why I bought it. Don’t let him intimidate you so. Believe me, his bark is worse than his bite.”
Robert pulled her closer and she rested her head on his shoulder. He wasn’t so sure that she was right.
“Robbie,” she said more softly. “Thank you for bringing me. I know this isn’t your idea of a good time.”
“I like it here Honey, but more important, I know how much you love it. I don’t ever want you to think you need to make a choice between me and your parents. While I’m in school, I know we won’t be able to afford coming down here very often, but we’ll come as much as we can. Maybe they’ll get used to me that way.”
She kissed his neck. “So, you think my swimsuit is attractive?”
“You’re a knockout.”
“Wanna take it off of me?” she asked.
“Desperately,” he sighed and glanced at his books.
She smiled, noticing the dilemma. “Tell you what, you hit the books until dinner. Then after dinner, you belong to me for a while.”
He smiled. “My pleasure.”
She stood. “Both our pleasures, I hope. I’m going to go see what we’re having, then send Maggie home. We’ll have the house all to ourselves.”
“And your parents will be almost to Austin by that time,” he said cheerfully.
She laughed. “Robert, you don’t think they’d turn around to try to catch us in the act to you?”
“I hope not.” Robert turned to the stack of books and opened up his notebook to see what the assignments were. “Sus? Do I need to dress for dinner?” They always dressed to have dinner with her parents.
“Are you kidding?” Susan laughed. “You can come in the altogether, as far as I’m concerned. In fact, I’d enjoy that.” She winked at him and left the study, closing the door behind her.
By dinner, he had read the assigned chapters for two classes. His first term in medical school started on Tuesday, the day after Labor Day. Aside from marrying Susan, it was one of the most anticipated days of his life. It was the fulfillment of a lifelong ambition. It puzzled him, and hurt more than he would admit, even to himself, that Susan’s father didn’t seem to understand this. He was a doctor himself. They should have had a common interest and a common bond. Instead, Dr. Miller treated him like a hoodlum or a criminal.
There was no sign of Maggie when Susan knocked on the door and called him to supper. She had set the table in the kitchen, lighting candles in the center of the table to set a romantic atmosphere. The beef roast, with potatoes, carrots and onions sat on a large stoneware platter, and their plates were the ‘kitchen’ set, not the fancy china used in the dining room, but brightly colored stoneware that Susan had explained to him was called Fiestaware. To Robert it seemed more like home. Susan had an entire set just like it that they had received as a wedding gift. They used it often.
She asked about his assignments and he was pleased to explain what he had read to her. Robert always remembered every word he read. It was a knack that had allowed him to breeze through school with a high grade point average while working full time. After dinner he offered to help her with the dishes, but she sent him back to his books. She told him that she would call time on him once she cleaned up the kitchen. He looked forward to it.
It was nearly an hour later when the door to the study opened. Susan appeared wearing the white flowing peignoir she had worn on their honeymoon to Padre Island. Robert smiled and closed the textbook. Susan seemed to flow rather than walk to the leather couch that faced the fireplace. The fireplace was cold, of course. It was the first weekend in September, and still summer here in Texas. She settled on one end of the couch without a word. He joined her, drawn to her side as if by magnetism.
Her kiss was hot and hungry. He took her in his arms, finding his way through the silky fabric to her skin. Her hands moved over his body, unbuttoning his shirt, then his slacks. She unbuttoned his fly and slipped her hand inside.
Robert had thought he was ready for her, but the surroundings were distracting him. He had sat on this couch less than two years ago to ask her father for her hand in marriage. Then sat here again to be told about a prenuptial agreement Dr. Miller insisted he sign. Neither experience had been pleasant.
Susan wasn’t disappointed by his lack of response. She moved her lips down his neck and chest, then slipped off the couch and moved between his legs.
“Relax, Robert,” she murmured, running her hands up and down his body. She lowered her head and applied her own ‘relaxation technique’.
He never failed to respond, and this time was no different. He leaned back on the sofa with a sigh, placing his hands gently on her head, fingers moving through the silky blond strands than covered his thighs. He hadn’t realized just how tense he had been. Between the proximity to Susan’s parents and the anticipation of beginning med school in just a few days, he was completely on edge. Susan’s ministrations soothed, relaxed, aroused and excited him all at once. He didn’t realize how close he was and he peaked quickly without the warning he usually gave her.
He released in her mouth and she looked up at him, startled. He opened his mouth to apologize as she pulled back, her fingers demurely over her mouth in surprise.
“Susan—I—“
She swallowed twice and smiled at him. He pulled her back onto his lap. “I didn’t realize it would happen so fast,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she assured him. “But I think you should return the favor, don’t you?” Her eyes twinkled with merriment.
“What?”
She moved her mouth next to his ear. “Do it to me, Robbie. With your mouth like that.”
He pushed her back and looked into her eyes. Mesmerized, he turned and placed her on the sofa beside him. He slid off the sofa and knelt in front of her, their eyes still locked. She took his face in her hands and leaned forward to kiss him. He reached forward, knowing that the gown she wore came undone with a row of ribbons down the front. He gently tugged at each bow, creating a pathway of skin for his lips. He moved to her neck, her chest, her breasts. He lingered there, exploring each nipple with his tongue. As he moved lower, she leaned back with a sigh.
He reached the triangle of blonde hair that seemed to point the way and touched the soft curly hair reverently with his fingertips. Susan spread her legs and he bent his head, touching her tentatively with his tongue. Susan shifted, and placed her hand on his head, guiding him to just the right spot. He explored with lips, tongue and fingers, keeping well aware of her reaction to his touch at each spot. He knew he had found just the right spot and just the right rhythm when she moaned and arched her back. He recognized the signs of her orgasm as she screamed out his name.
Her arousal inspired him, arousing him in turn. With one hand continuing to stimulate her, he turned her to lie prone on the couch. He quickly moved on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer to her as he entered her. Her own orgasm seemed endless, and he came again inside her as she trembled beneath him.
He held her close, both of them breathing heavily. She shifted as he moved out of her, lying on her side so he had room to lie next to her.
“Robert… that was wonderful.”
He kissed her forehead. “Yeah…”
“So, do you feel a little more at home here now?”
“I like it here, Susan. Honest I do.” He cradled her in his arms. “I just hope your parents can someday learn to tolerate me. I promise you, I won’t ever make you choose between them or me.”
“You’re so special. I know they’ll come to understand someday.”
“Well, don’t hold your breath. But as long as I make you happy, it doesn’t concern me.”
She sighed and held him close.
“Now let’s go upstairs, before your parents come home and find us here.”
Susan laughed.
