This is the final chapter in the story of beautiful blond heiress Tara Hawthorne, and the poor man she came to love, me, Seth Johnson. To understand the background and growth of our relationship, you will have to read the first three parts of this series. As with the other chapters, this is not so much a sex story as it is a life story. Also, it is rather long. If you need a quick thrill, check out the works of some of the other authors who submit their work to this site. Please post constructive criticisms, so my future work will be more pleasing to you.
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I had showered, dressed, and gone to the base of the stairwell to Tara's rooms before breakfast. There were enough paintings, sculptures, and antiques to look at that I could hang out there and not look suspicious, but I was worried. I needed to talk to Tara before we met up with her parents.
About fifteen minutes before breakfast was to be served, Tara came down the steps. I motioned her to follow me as I headed for the recreation area.
As soon as we were out of range of the servants who were beginning their daily duties, Tara grabbed me and kissed me passionately, smashing her wonderful breasts into my chest and clutching my ass to grind her mound against me. She almost made me forget what I had to say.
"Tara, are we going to be in trouble for last night?"
"What do you mean, Seth? I've been on the pill for over a year. I won't get pregnant."
"That's a relief," I said, "but that's not what I'm worried about. You don't do your own laundry, and as a houseguest, I don't do mine. Whoever is tending to our things, especially your bedding, will have a pretty good idea of what we've been doing! Your folks are going to kill me."
"Oh, Seth, is that why you look so nervous?" Tara giggled. "Don't worry. Suzette and Lawrence are taking personal care of all our things. Suzette and I are very close. When I came out of the bathroom this morning, she was stripping my bed. She gave me a knowing smile, and said, "I would have to make love to him too, if I were in your position. He's very handsome, and with the way you two seem to worship the ground each other walks on, Lawrence and I knew you were going to use that old hallway to get to each other. Don't worry, your secrets have always been safe with me. As you know by now, Lawrence's middle name is discretion, so no worries there. We're just happy for you, honey."
"Well, that's a relief," I sighed. "Now all we have to do is try to look innocent in front of your Mom and Dad."
Tara gave my crotch a little squeeze and said, "Polish up your halo, big boy, because it's time to meet the parents for breakfast."
I was really glad that I had chosen to wear blue jeans and a polo shirt with the tail un-tucked this morning. I hoped they would make my lower half look as innocent as my face was struggling to be.
After the usual warm greetings, Tara's Dad, Joshua, began to speak. "Seth, I need your help. Lawrence and Suzette were at your house last night. They think my wife and I may have made your folks a little uncomfortable with this Christmas celebration tomorrow. Your Mom and Dad were very nice and warm, but Lawrence and Suzette have the impression that your folks think my wife and I are trying to buy their friendship. Do you think that's possible?"
I thought for a moment. "Joshua, my Mom and Dad have always worked very hard to provide for me. My Mom's a waitress who works long shifts, and takes any overtime that's available to her. Dad is a welder. He works long hours, too. We've always had a warm home and wholesome food, but not a lot of frills. They've taught me by example to be a hard worker, too. Maybe they think you're giving them a handout that they don't deserve.
"They don't like to see people who look for handouts, if they think those people could make their own way if they were willing to work hard for what they get. At the same time, though, they give any extra money they have, and a fair amount of time, to charities they believe are worthwhile."
Joshua thought a moment, and then said, "That's what Lawrence felt they were thinking. He told them his own story, and said he thought they felt a little better. Would you call them for me today, and see what you can learn?"
"I'd be happy to, Joshua," I said.
Amanda said, "Tara, Suzette told me that Seth's father is a very good looking man, and Lawrence thinks his mother is beautiful. Do you think that's why this young man sitting here is so handsome?"
"Could be, Mom," Tara replied. "When Seth was talking to his Dad yesterday, he mentioned that his Mom is the most beautiful woman he knows."
"Dad and I tell her that all the time," I said, "but she just blushes and tells us to hush. But I'm being sincere when I tell her that, and my Dad's face lights up every time he looks at her, so I know he thinks that too. I just hope you'll like them."
"Son," Joshua said, "they sound like our kind of people. I'm willing to bet that your Mom and Dad are more like Amanda and me than they are different. It sounds like we all have the same basic values. A person's values are what show their measure, not their bank balance. I only hope we can make them comfortable enough that we can cut through the social strata nonsense and show them who we really are.
"Now, if we're all done with breakfast, I'd like to talk to you, Seth, about this client of mine we discussed yesterday. If you're interested in meeting with him, you'll have to call him at 11am."
"I'm anxious to speak with him," I said.
"Good. I should give you some more information about him and his business so you can sound your best on the phone. What do you say we talk about this over a couple of games of pool?"
"I'd like to play you, Joshua," I said.
"I'm taking on the winner!" Tara exclaimed.
"No, young lady, you're not. You're not even going to watch. This is going to be guy time. Seth and I need to talk, and you're not going to sit there distracting him by looking all cute and lovely, and you're not going to distract me by teasing me about the shots I miss. Go find something else to do," Joshua said, firmly.
Tara put on her best fake pout and said, "Fine, you two boys go play your amateur-style game and do your male-bonding thing. After lunch, I'll take on the loser, and then I'll take on the winner, and I'll teach you both how the game is played." Still trying to look miffed, she winked at her mother and flounced out of the room.
Amanda sighed. "Now look what you've done. If she doesn't beat you both this afternoon, she'll stay up all night practicing so she can squash you both the next time you play."
