The following Wednesday night, I took Miss Mona and Miss Macy out to dinner. I didn't feel that I needed to impress Miss Mona but I did want to take Miss Macy to some place where she would feel that she was being treated like an "adult," so we went to an upscale steak house in one of the downtown hotels on the river.
Both the girls got dressed up and I walked in to the restaurant with one girl on each side of me. More than a few heads turned to check us out and the guys who made eye contact gave me that look that that says, "You lucky son of a bitch!"
I assumed that Miss Macy had never been to a restaurant like this because she seemed to be watching her mom for cues about how to act and what fork to use, etc. She obviously wanted to become skilled in the social graces (all of which I, fortunately, had learned from time in a great college fraternity.)
When she finished her meal, Miss Mona excused herself to go to the ladies' room. She asked if Miss Macy needed to go but my younger escort declined the invitation. As soon as Miss Mona was outside of hearing distance, Miss Macy turned to me and asked, "Are you going to be my stepfather?"
I was not quite prepared for that question but I am fairly good at reacting and responding quickly. "Everything that I know about your mother tells me that she would be a good wife for someone but I certainly don't know her well enough to know whether we would be a good couple. I do know enough about her to want to spend more time with her and if we both decide we are a good match, then I assume that we would talk about marriage, but that probably wouldn't happen until we had spent much more time together. And if it came to that . . . I would be honored to be your stepfather. So you'll just need to wait and see what happens."
"I'd like that, and Mom's crazy about you!" she finished just as Miss Mona returned to the table.
"So what did I interrupt," Miss Mona asked nonchalantly.
"Well . . . Miss Macy and I were talking about getting married . . ."
Miss Mona interrupted, "Don't you think she is a little bit young for you . . . and she would need to finish school first!" I sensed that Miss Mona was just teasing us.
"Well, actually we were talking about the idea of you and I getting married," I explained.
"Oh!" was the simple reply. I sensed that this was not the last I would hear on this topic.
After dinner, we returned to Miss Mona's apartment and Miss Macy had some homework to do. "Care to go for a walk?" Miss Mona asked. Her tone of voice suggested that it really wasn't a question but a request I should not refuse.
As soon as we were out the front door, she asked me about the marriage discussion. I quickly recounted what Miss Macy had asked and how I had responded.
"Well, it sounds like you handled that as well as it could be handled, but that was rude of her to put you on the spot like that," Miss Mona insisted.
"Dear, she's only 15 years old. I understand that she wants a father in her life, she senses that you and I are happy together, she likes me, and she has a very simple view of how such things happen. I wasn't bothered at all and I don't think you should chastise her if you feel the need to discuss this with her. And . . . I was very sincere in what I told her about you. We have much more to learn about each other and we don't need to be thinking about marriage now, but I'm not opposed to the idea and, so far, I like everything I know about you."
We made our plans for Miss Mona to spend the night at my apartment that Friday night. Then, we shared a very passionate kiss as we said goodbye for the evening.
* * *
Friday night came and so did I - many times!
We stayed in and grilled steaks, drank a few margaritas, then we got naked. I licked her pussy on the sofa in my living room. She gave me a blow job in the kitchen. We got in bed and did it doggy style. While we were in that position, I started playing with her little pink pucker and she started squirming with arousal. She finally asked me to fuck her in the ass and I was happy to oblige. We got in the shower together and played rub-a-dub-dub for a few minutes but the alcohol and activity had both of us drowsy.
We went to sleep with me on my back, her on her side with her head on my left shoulder and her left leg draped over my leg. We were two naked bodies perfectly intertwined, satisfied and contented.
* * *
Weeks of dating became months of dating. We were usually together for dinner one night during the week and that almost always included Miss Macy. After a couple of months, Miss Macy told her mom that she knew that she was spending nights with me when she went away to Grandma's house and she didn't want to play the charade any more. That was a relief and I started spending Friday nights and Saturday nights at Miss Mona's apartment regardless of where Miss Macy spent the night.
Initially, Miss Mona was afraid to make any noise when we made love. She didn't want Miss Macy to know what we were doing. I was fairly certain that Miss Macy knew we were doing more than kissing when the bedroom door was closed and, gradually, Miss Mona relaxed.
Everything got more relaxed. One morning, I got up early and thought it would be "safe" to go to the kitchen in just my boxers. Twenty seconds later, Miss Macy came strolling in to the kitchen. She said a very routine "Good morning" as if she was quite accustomed to seeing me in my boxers, and as if she as accustomed to me seeing her in just her panties and bra!
"Uhh . . . sorry but I didn't think you would be awake this early," I offered apologetically.
"Well, we're getting to be like a family and it obviously doesn't bother me so you don't need to apologize," Miss Macy responded. "When you're not here, mom and I sometimes run around here naked and think nothing of it." With that, she got a drink out of the refrigerator and returned to her bedroom.
* * *
Miss Macy's sixteenth birthday was in July and I sent her sixteen red roses and a pair of diamond earrings. It was a bit over the top but she loved them and I loved putting a smile on her cute little face.
Miss Macy and I had started developing a hobby together. She had a real aptitude for visual arts but she was not a particularly talented painter, sculptor, or sketch artist. When I suggested that we start studying photography together, she jumped at the suggestion. I bought each of us a 35mm digital camera, lenses, and filters, and the three of us started visiting places that presented opportunities for photography.
