All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
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Danny Flynn was pretty nervous about meeting Joan's parents. He was in his junior year and Joan was in her senior year at Franklin University. They had been going out for about three months and Joan had reluctantly agreed that he could join her for one of her infrequent visits home. She was an army brat and her parents were currently living on one of the big northeast bases at Carlisle, which was about two hours away from the school. Her father was an army colonel and her mother was a nurse.
Dan had been immediately attracted to Joan Mc Bride when he met her. She was a lanky brunette with sparkling eyes and an athletic build. She had a shapely figure that was no doubt the result of the many hours she spent in the pool and in the gym. She often wore a ball cap with her hair pulled out in a pony tail which Dan found particularly attractive. He sometimes saw her at parties with one boy or another but she never appeared to see him. If she was dancing, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She moved her body in languid, fluid gyrations that Dan found incredibly arousing. She seemed to never be with the same boy twice and they were all some kind of jock. Dan wasn't really surprised that Joan didn't notice him. He was pretty shy and wasn't much of an athlete himself. He played a little golf... badly. But he and Joan were in a Statistics and a Calculus class together.
Dan was a Math major and was pretty involved with his courses. Right after the October mid-terms, Joan realized she was going to have trouble passing those two courses...again. She needed those credits to graduate. She wasn't exactly a rocket scientist but she was smart enough to see that Dan was doing well in class and she asked him if she could join one of his study groups. The rest of the group members weren't that pleased about it. They didn't think Joan was going to be much of an asset to the group. But Dan was excited by the possibility of getting to know the sexy co-ed better so he wheedled the rest of the group into letting her in.
He sat next to her during a couple of study sessions watching her raptly as she'd sit there, biting her lip as she tried to fathom the complex equations. He finally screwed up all his courage and asked her out. When he did, Joan looked at him for the longest time with an amused smile. Dan was sure she was going to turn him down. But she finally said "O.K." and Dan flushed a brilliant crimson with excitement.
The first couple of dates had been pretty awkward for Dan. He was from a farm near Boise, Idaho and he hadn't gone out with a lot of girls. He agonized about all the standard things that young men worry about. Should he hold her hand, should he put his arm around her, should he kiss her. Joan watched all his self-conscious angst with smiling eyes, never offering him any encouragement but not telling him to take a hike either.
By the fourth date Dan was sure Joanie was going to dump him. They spent an awkward evening at a sorority party where Joan spent a lot of time dancing with one hunky guy after another that she knew. By the end of the evening, when Dan walked her back to the house that she shared with two other girls, he decided to go for broke. As she turned to say good night after she had unlocked her door, he put his hands on her waist and leaned in to kiss her.
Joan's hand shot out into the middle of Dan's chest in an impressive stiff arm that restrained him just inches from her parted lips. Dan felt like she had punched him in the stomach, so acute was his embarrassment. Joan held him off like that for what seemed like an eternity.
"What do you think you're doing?..." she said. She liked Dan but didn't know if she liked him that much. Then she remembered her remarkably improving average in Calculus. She had just scored a low C. Damn! She needed those credits. She reached behind her, opened the door and pulled Dan in with her by the front of his sweater. Once inside she closed the door and pushed him up against it. Then she plastered herself against him as she claimed him with a searing french kiss.
It was forty minutes later when one of her room-mates walked in and found the two of them on the living room couch. They were fully clothed but so intricately entangled that they literally rolled off the couch and onto the floor when the light came on. Shortly after that Joan sent Dan home. She couldn't see the big grin on his face as he made his way home, but she knew it was there.
For the next couple of months life was good for lucky Dan Flynn. Against all odds, he was going out with one of the hottest girls on campus. Of course she wasn't always free, and from time to time he did see her out with other boys. But, after their study group on Wednesday nights he'd ask her out for a pizza and if her room-mates weren't around they'd wind up back at her place, either on the couch or in her room.
The groping had gotten pretty hot and heavy. Joan didn't seem to mind if Dan felt her up a little but she wasn't willing to take off her clothes. And she didn't seem to mind when Dan kind of nudged her hand towards the aching boner tenting the front of his pants. A couple of times, Dan couldn't tell whether it was an accident or on purpose, Joan had even got him off in his pants. Of course he was as embarrassed as anything but Joan didn't seem to think it was a big deal. She had just looked at the big wet stain on the front of his pants, then turned her sparkling eyes back up to Dan and said she guessed he probably wanted to get back home and change. On those evenings Dan went back to his place kind of happy and frustrated, wondering what he had to do to get Joan to go all the way.
Then came the opportunity to go back home with her to meet her parents. Dan heard from one of the other guys in the study group that Joan she was looking for a lift back to Carlisle the following weekend. So he asked her if he could give her a ride. Joan bit her lip in that beguiling way she had when she had to consider a difficult question. Finally she said sure, you might as well meet my parents too. Dan was really pleased. He thought he was making real progress with her.
In Carlisle, there was a lot of tension in the air too, but a different kind of tension. Lester and Monica Mc Bride had just celebrated their twentieth anniversary. They had got married right out of high school and Monica had been pregnant with Joan then. Monica had always been the wild one, the party girl, and Lester was the responsible one. They both thought that once they were married the other one would change a bit and everything would work out.
Well nobody changed and though they hadn't been unhappy together, they did have their ups and downs. As long as Joanie, their only child, had been around, Monica tried to play the role of model wife and mother. Oh she had wandered out behind the woodshed a few times with one casual flirtation or another but for the most part Lester hadn't had any real reason to be losing sleep. Not that he knew about anyway.
He knew that his blonde, curvaceous wife could tease with the best of them. Monica looked a lot like Sharon Stone, the actress. She just naturally had a smoldering sexuality about her,whether she was in her nurse's uniform or in a bikini at the base recreation center. She had a waspishly thin waist, generous breasts and a heart shaped ass. Sure the other guys sometimes stared and winked. Who could blame them. Monica walked like a runway model and when she moved all her succulent parts jiggled in eye catching synchronization.
Once Joanie went away to school, Monica seemed to have to go off to a lot more conferences than the rest of the nurses at the base hospital. Lester was willing to chalk it up to her desire to make the top pay grade and he couldn't argue with that.
But then, the previous Monday, he went to pick up his wife from the late shift at the hospital. He couldn't remember whether she had said to pick her up, at ten or eleven. With her flex schedule she worked all kinds of weird hours. So he went up to the nurse's station to see how she was doing. When he couldn't find anyone at the nurse's station he started looking around. He happened to stick his head into the doctor's lounge.
Dr. Evans, one of the young residents was there, just putting on his lab coat. When Lester stepped into the lounge, Dr. Evans froze, his mouth dropping half open as he stared at Lester. He tried to mouth a few words, Lester assumed a greeting, when Monica stepped out of the doctor's washroom behind him. She was flushed and straightening the top of her uniform blouse. She had just started running her fingers threw her tangled blonde hair when she noticed Lester. She too stopped and looked at her husband in surprise for an instant before she casually stepped around Dr. Evans and picked up her tunic and purse off the couch.
"Hi hon!...You're early!..." Monica said as she looked into her husband's eyes challengingly.
