Continued from Part Two
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With Mary upstairs, I panicked a bit and started rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator. I talked a good game in the car, but the fact of the matter was that I couldn't cook. I could barely manage a frozen pizza. Christine had been right when she told Mary she'd saved me from certain starvation. I was a deplorable bachelor.
But here I'd promised Mary dinner. I promised her a dinner that I had cooked, with all of my idiotic bravado. I don't know why I felt the need to impress her, but I did. Besides, with her leaving for school in a few weeks, I didn't want her to think I was going to be completely helpless while she was gone. Good lord, I was a 40 year old man, I should be able to feed myself.
I pulled out one of Christine's many cook books. Christine was a wonderful cook. Actually, too wonderful as the recipes in her books looked more like complicated chemistry experiments than the instructions on how to make food suitable for human consumption. I reached for a small metal box nestled in between the books. Inside were note cards of some of the dishes Christine cooked the most often, copied in her careful script. Flipping through, I found a recipe for spaghetti sauce. Perhaps I could manage that paired with instant pasta?
I hunted through the kitchen trying to locate all of the ingredients. Some things we didn't have, but we had most of it. I would just have to substitute the rest of it. I began to hum to myself as I chopped and sliced. With the sauce bubbling, I figured I could make a salad to go with it. Christine had a card with a salad dressing on it, but I felt that would be a bit over reaching at the moment. "Bottled dressing will have to suffice", I said to no one in particular.
I went into the dining room and set the table, complete with the candles I knew Christine left in the china cabinet drawer. A bottle of red wine and two glasses completed the look. In the kitchen, I filled the serving bowls and brought each to the table. A quick glance assured me that everything looked presentable. Better than presentable. It looked like I actually had a clue what I was doing.
"Is dinner ready, Daddy?" I turned to see Mary walk into the dining room. Her blond hair was still a bit damp, but it curled softly around her face. She smelled like...I don't know...she smelled good. A purple sun dress clung to her gentle curves and fell lightly just above her knees. She was beautiful. She looked like...Christine.
I was startled at the similarity and nearly stepped backwards with the realization. I'd never realized just how much they looked alike before.
"Are you alright?" Mary looked at me quizzically.
"I'm fine sweetie. It just hit me how much you look like your mom."
"Oh," she said softly. "Is that a bad thing?"
"Oh no, definitely not. Your mother was a beautiful woman. I imagine she still looks like a beautiful woman. Where ever the hell she is." Oops, a bit of bitterness snuck in there. "Here, my lady. Allow me to escort you to your seat." I pulled the chair out for Mary and smiled my most charming smile.
"Oh Daddy, you're just silly." She grinned at me as she sat and watched as I walked back into the kitchen. "Did you forget something?"
"Yeah, I got something for you." I went back to the kitchen table where I had laid my jacket and grabbed the wrapped package. Hiding it behind my back, I entered the dining room, a huge smile on my face. "I got you a gift while you were shopping. I wanted you to have something nice to wear now that you're an adult. Something that would let you know I was thinking about you." I put the present on the plate.
Mary squealed as she unwrapped it. As she opened the box, she gasped. "Ohhhh, Daddy." She pulled the necklace out. "It's beautiful."
"Is it okay? I probably should have let you pick out your own jewelry, but then it wouldn't have been a surprise."
"Oh, it's perfect. I love it."
"Let me put it on you." I took the delicate piece of jewelry from her and fastened it around her neck while she held her hair out of the way. At that moment, I couldn't resist the delicate lines of her neck and reached down to trace the lightest of kisses on its most tender areas. Mary shuddered and closed her eyes. I watched the pendant rise and fall with Mary's quickening breath.
"So, let's eat dinner." I interrupted her private thoughts and started to dish us up. The food looked good. It smelled like tomato sauce, which was a good sign.
"Wow, Daddy, you really did cook. I guess Mom was wrong." Mary grinned and took a forkful of pasta and put it in her mouth. And chewed...very slowly.
"How is it?"
"It's...good." She smiled at me but it looked like she wanted to laugh. Uh-oh. I grabbed my fork and tried some of my endeavor.
"Oh wow, that's REALLY not good!" It wasn't so bad that I had to spit it back out, but I definitely didn't want to put anymore in my mouth.
"It's not that bad, Daddy." Mary said sympathetically. Bravely, she put more in her mouth. "Well, maybe it is." She started laughing. I couldn't help it, I laughed too.
"I wonder where I went wrong?" I said between chuckles.
"I have no idea, but it tastes like you left out the basil and the sugar and maybe something else."
"Well, we were out of both."
Mary laughed again. "Daddy, you can't make spaghetti sauce without those things."
I grinned. "Well, now I know."
"I should hope so," Mary giggled. "Ha, Mom is lucky she missed out on this. She always wanted you to do something romantic like cook for her or something. I don't think this is what she had in mind." She snorted.
"Wait, what?" I stopped laughing.
"Mom always complained that you never really did anything for her. She said that one of the things she wished you would do was cook her breakfast in bed or something, like you used to when you first got together."
"Cooked her breakfast? Haha that was toast and coffee!" But I remembered doing it, which was more the point. I remembered the early days when I couldn't do enough for her. Then work happened. And life happened. She just kind of faded into the background and part of my routine. Hmmphf.
Mary sensed my reverie and said brightly, "Well, we do have salad and by all appearances it looks like a wonderful salad. Let's enjoy that instead."
I smiled at my beautiful girl as she plated our salads and I poured the wine. We enjoyed our meal in comfortable silence. I resolutely pushed my thoughts from Christine and turned to watching Mary. She looked lovely, bathed in the soft light of the candles, and I realized that dinner couldn't be over soon enough.
I stood slowly and made to get more wine, but instead stood behind Mary and nuzzled her ear. I trailed my lips down her neck until hey reached her chin. At that moment, Mary turned back towards me. Her lips found mine and we kissed slowly, tasting each other, the mix of Italian spices and wine on each other's breath. I pulled Mary up to me. I felt her breasts crush themselves into my chest and I ran my hands up her back to her neck and pulled her closer to me. I pressed my hardness into her thigh and attacked her mouth with my own. I wanted to consume her, to make her mine as if I knew she wouldn't be mine much longer. Mary responded in kind, her tongue probing the depths of my mouth, trying to taste as much of me as possible.
I untangled myself from her arms and moved the dishes out of the way. Grabbing her by the waist, I set her on the edge of the table and returned to kissing her. Mary wrapped her legs around my middle and tried to draw me into herself. My hands found a firm grip in her ass and I pounded my clothed crotch into her panty-d one.
I seized the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her breasts bounced free and her nipples hardened with the exposure. My lips found one and drew it quickly into my mouth. Mary cried out and crushed my head to her chest, crying in little gasps. With tongue still lapping at her breast and one hand behind her back, I pressed Mary down on the table. She lay there while I slowly slid her panties down her knees and threw them behind me. She watched in fascination as I unbuttoned my shirt, removed my pants and slowly slid my boxers to the floor. Mary reached for me and pulled me closer. I pressed myself on top of her, loving the feeling of her soft, naked breasts on my bare chest. Mary thrust herself up at me, trying to impale herself on my cock. I couldn't let that happen yet.
Our tongues danced a moment longer before I dropped down lapping at the delicate well in between her breasts. My lips found themselves following a path from her breasts to her navel and then down further to the line of soft, trimmed hair, paler than sunlight.
I sat back in my chair. "Spread yourself." I told her. Mary looked up at me quickly before seeing my stern look. "I want you to spread yourself for me, so I can get a get a good look at it." Mary nodded very slightly before bracing her legs on the table and spreading her thighs, exposing her pink folds to me. She glistened with her dewy wetness and the smell of her arousal came wafting from her pussy. Its heady scent was enough to draw me into it and I found myself quickly devouring her folds. My tongue buried itself deep inside her warm fuck hole. Each pass of my tongue brought out more of her delicious nectar and I was worshipping at its fount. Above me, I heard Mary moan.
"Oh, Daddy. That feels so nice." I looked up to see her hands had found a resting place on her breasts and she was teasing her nipples with her fingers. I growled and reached up and pulled her hands away from her breasts.
"No Angel. You aren't to touch yourself. That's my job." Mary whimpered slightly before resting her head back on the table. I grabbed her thighs and spread her legs farther apart. I needed to see more of her. I smiled as her small rosebud winked up at me from below. That was what I was going to conquer tonight.
