He shuddered at the thought. He hated dancing to fast songs, and he was sure that’s what they wanted to do. He preferred to slow dance and feel his partner in his arms.
He stowed away the power washer, cleaned up some odds and ends, and walked towards the house. Julia met him at the door, “Hey, I was just coming out to get you. I’ve got the pizza staying warm in the oven. Take a shower and we’ll eat when you come back down.”
“Okay,” he answered and hopped up the stairs.
He couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen that night. He hoped that Julia didn’t tease him by dancing close or sexy with him. The last thing he wanted was to give Emily any inkling of his lust for her mother.
Then, he worried about Emily. Julia already told him she wanted to see him and her daughter together if it were possible. He wasn’t sure if he wanted that. Sure, she was a beautiful woman, but there was still the specter of the friendship she threw away hanging over her. He sighed when he thought about how her hand on his cock felt.
When he dried off, he struggled with what to wear. He hadn’t brought a wide selection of clothes because it was all supposed to be work, but he had a pair of jeans and a collared shirt, it would have to be good enough.
He was floored when he walked into the kitchen. Julia was wearing a leotard with tights and leggings as if she were taping a workout video in 1985. She even had a matching headband. Emily wore a denim miniskirt, nude stockings, and white high heels. They both wore extra blush on their cheeks and blue eyeshadow. They looked great.
“Holy shit!”
They laughed at his reaction.
Emily posed and purred, “Like what you see, Big Guy?”
Julia giggled at how speechless he was.
“You ladies really went all out, huh?” he smiled and sat down at the table.
Julia chirped, “A few years back, I wore this as a Halloween costume.”
Emily added, “And she already had the skirt. It didn’t take much to 80’s up the look.
“I didn’t have the hair spray to do our hair up,” Julia explained. “I hope you don’t mind.”
He laughed, “You really look fantastic. Good job!”
As they ate, Emily said, “I made a playlist with all the best songs from the 80’s. Mom helped with suggestions, of course. I mean as the only one in the house who was alive back then…”
“Hey, it wasn’t that long ago,” Julia whined.
We laughed and toasted to the old days.
After dinner, I noticed Emily had a solo cup in her hand as she started the music. Julia came out of the kitchen and handed me one as well. “What’s this?”
“It’s called a Kamikaze. I used the google machine to see what people drank in the 80s and I had the stuff to make these in my bar in the basement.”
Eric sipped it and said, “It’s good.”
She sipped hers but set it down and started dancing around when Girls Just Wanna Have Fun came over the speakers. He laughed at the sight of mother and daughter jumping around the couches with their hands in the air, singing along and being silly.
It wasn’t long before both ganged up on him where they each grabbed an arm to pull him off the couch. He groaned but joined them in their silliness.
Before he knew it, he had Emily grinding on his front and Julia on his back. He knew then he was in for a long night.
After the song ended, Careless Whisper started. Julia said, “My house, my first dance with our resident stud.”
She whirled him around and Eric laughed as she twirled herself into position to slow dance. Emily sipped her drink while she watched her mom and Eric twirl around the room to the beat of the sexy ballad. The pang of jealousy Emily felt was jarring. She didn’t understand it.
Julia was lost in a haze of Kamikaze’s and lust as she looked into Eric’s eyes. She knew she had to be careful, but his pull was too strong for her. All she wanted to do was drag him to her room and pick up where they left off. She knew she couldn’t. He wasn’t for her.
Emily saw the look in her mother’s eyes and remembered the ‘what we shared’ conversation. It was as if Julia felt the look her daughter was giving her and separated from Eric. She certainly didn’t see it, her eyes never left Eric’s.
Emily grabbed her phone and lined up another slow song in the queue. She was going to have her turn before anything got out of hand between her mother and Eric.
The song ended and Open Arms started. Emily cut in on her mother and Eric and twirled him away. Julia smiled and nodded; she noticed the look her daughter gave her.
Emily looked into his eyes. She wanted him so badly, her desire was palpable. He gazed into her eyes as if she were the only woman in the world and it confused her. Which of them did he want?
Julia watched and felt the joy surge through her body again. Eric looked at Emily as if they’d been in love for decades, and she knew she had to keep them together.
After the song, Emily kissed his cheek and thanked him for the dance. He smiled and bowed with a flourish, in a grandiose gesture.
Tainted Love came on and the ladies danced away.
*****
“Whew! I’m exhausted,” Julia complained as she plopped onto the couch. She saw it was after ten and said, “I’m going to bed guys. Don’t worry about the noise if you keep going.”
Emily said, “No, I think it’s time to chill now. Thanks, Mom. This was fun.”
She hugged her mother and Julia gave Eric a hug, “Don’t think too much and definitely don’t worry about my feelings. Go with your gut.”
She winked at him and headed up the stairs to her bedroom.
Eric finished the water he was drinking and before he could ask if Emily wanted anything, she said, “Wanna watch a movie?”
“Sure,” Eric answered.
“I’ll make popcorn, you pick a movie. It’s gotta be from the 80s,” she said as she bounced into the kitchen.
He found the old Nightmare on Elm Street and set it up to play. While he waited for Emily to return, he wondered how the anger he felt at Emily disappeared so quickly. Then she bounced into the room, kicked her heels off and curled up on the couch with him. He realized why at that moment. She was acting like her old self, but in the body of a twenty-year-old beautiful woman.
She was acting as if she’d never hurt him, and he fell right into her web. He reasoned she could only do that if she had changed. He would be able to tell if it were an act, or Julia wouldn’t be pushing as hard to get them together. Perhaps, the popular girl wasn’t who she really was. He hoped that were the case, but he still struggled with what to do. Could he really have a romantic relationship with her. One glance at her stocking covered legs told him he could at least have a sexual one with her. He was rapidly hardening as he stole glances of her body.
She noticed the bulge in his jeans growing and smiled. Eric didn’t realize it, but she could see his reflection in the mirror across from them and she could see him looking at her legs. She decided to push and see how far she could go with him.
“Oh, man,” she groaned and leaned to her side to rub her foot. “I think those heels are a size too small.”
Eric watched as she rubbed her stocking clad foot. His cock was stiffening, and he desperately needed to adjust it to relieve the pressure as it grew.