After what seemed like a painfully long dinner where I endured my dad and his girlfriend, Christine giggling and making sausage jokes unendingly - Christine said, "Your dad and I are going out dancing for a while tonight. Wanna go?"
"Thanks, no. You guys go on ahead. I'll hang out and watch a movie," I responded, uneasily.
I cleared the table as they went upstairs to get ready. As I was finishing up, they came downstairs dressed up and ready for a night out. I couldn't help but take all of Christine in and saw she was wearing the red patent leather heels that I had cum in earlier that evening...the ones I didn't even clean up after.
"I just love these heels. What do you think, Steven," she coyly said as she spin around letting her short skirt fly up showing her lace top nylons.
"Yeah, they're fine..." I said, weakly.
"Really? Just fine?" my dad chimed in.
"I mean, yeah, you look great. Now you kids get out of here and have some fun. And don't be too late." Again deflecting my discomfort with humor.
After what seemed like forever, they closed the front door behind them. I felt like I could breathe again. I fetched a cold soda and flaked out on the couch. I tried getting my mind off Christine. Every movie I started to watch just couldn't keep my attention. I kept thinking of how this whole thing was going to work. Was Christine going to want or expect sexual service from me on the sly now? Even worse, did she plan on telling my dad? Oh god, don't tell my dad! All this uncertainty and worry really had me on edge.