Standing in the doorway of my house, Suzi pulled my head down towards hers and whispered in my ear, “You can have me if you want me.” She gave me a little kiss on the cheek, and turned to walk down the sidewalk towards her husband and son, who were getting settled in the car. Brent was buckling the baby into his car seat, and as always, was too far away to have heard what his wife said to his father.
Suzi’s saunter as she went down the sidewalk had that little extra wiggle in it that girls always seem to know how to do. Brent didn’t see this either - it was just for me.
Now you might think that I would have been stunned by all of this, but the fact of the matter was that what Suzi was doing had been going on for some time. And while I wasn’t exactly shocked any more, I was a long way from being blasé about it. I felt a little twinge in my long neglected dick, and the usual “what if” thoughts ran through my head.
Suzi was a tiny young girl, whose size didn’t hamper her sex appeal at all. Her figure was just as curvaceous as it could be, just on a smaller scale. She had blond hair, which for some reason she usually kept hidden under a bandana. She had more energy and bounce than anyone I’d ever known. Perky, I guess you’d call her. She was always busy, always hurrying, and as cute as she could be. She had entered our lives just two years ago, and it already seemed like she had always been a member of our little family.
Brent had met her while he was a junior in college. Suzi had just graduated from high school, and was taking the mandatory tour of the college grounds prior to enrolling. Brent was doing duty as the tour guide, and as they say, it was love at first sight.
There was a whirlwind romance which culminated in an intimate wedding when she was only 19. Not even 8 months later, Brent Jr. was born. I remember thinking at the time that if she had been my fiancé, I wouldn’t have kept my hands off her either.
Suzi fit in to our bachelor lives seamlessly. Pretty soon she was even calling me “dad.” She had a quick wit, a lively smile, and she even loved football. She teased Brent relentlessly, and kind of kept him in line. She kept pushing him to better himself. He needed it, and I couldn’t have been happier that she was in his life to give it to him.
Brent and Suzi came over often to visit, bringing Junior with them. They had wangled one of the on campus apartments, but it wasn’t very big. I think that maybe they saw me as needing their company, someone who’d turn into one of those lonely old guys if they didn’t come over often. Besides, I was just rambling around alone in a big old house, and I’m sure that they enjoyed getting out of that cramped school housing.
Brent’s mother had died of cancer before Suzi entered our lives. Truth was, without Suzi and Brent, I might have turned into one of those lonely old guys. I still miss my wife terribly, and if I’d had time to dwell on it, I think that the loneliness might have consumed me. But between my job as foreman down at the plant and my kids frequent visits, I kept pretty busy. Too busy to succumb to a broken heart, and too busy to look for a new girl in my life. I had even pretty much convinced myself that I didn’t miss female companionship. Pretty much.
When Brent Jr. was born, we were all incredibly happy about it. He was another layer of glue in our little family. We all doted on him. But life goes on, and so did the kids’ schooling. Brent kept on studying for his MBA, and Suzi was a history major.
Brent and Suzi’s visits to me didn’t change a bit, they just started bringing the little bundle of joy along. Of course, that necessitated bringing all manner of ancillary stuff - diaper bags and toys, the big playpen and little jars of baby food.
A couple of months ago Suzi and Brent Jr. were over while Brent was in class. She sat there gently bouncing the baby on her shoulder. She was trying to coax him into dropping off to sleep. I don’t know how, but the subject somehow came around to my love life.
“So, Dad, when are you going to get remarried?” she asked with a giggle in her voice.
“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t seem to need a woman like I used to. Besides, I’ve got you guys to keep me company.”
“I wasn’t talking about company. I was talking about sex.” Her eyes sparkled as she threw this one out at me.
“What?”
“You know, sex.” She was practically laughing now. “When a boy and a girl get naked and play with each other’s parts?”
“Yeah. I know sex,” I deadpanned. “Where do you think your husband came from, anyway?”
“Well, I just worry that you’re not getting any. I mean, don’t you miss it?”
“Thanks for your concern, but I’m getting a little old for that stuff.”
“Ha! Men never stop caring about that stuff. At least your son doesn’t.”
“My son is just a little younger than I am, and he has a pretty and willing wife at hand, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Thank you, but I still think you need to get laid,” she said, emphasis on the ‘you’.
“Thanks for sharing,” I said, still sounding sardonic. There was a pause in the conversation, as she mulled over my seeming indifference about my sex life. I figured that it wouldn’t do at all to let her know that I’d been starting to have libidinous thoughts again, and some of them even featured little Suzi.
She looked down at Brent, Jr., finally asleep, and gave him a kind of secret smile, like the two of them were going to share some big confidence. Looking at him, but talking to me, she said, “Well, you can have me if you want me.”
“What!!!!?”
