I glanced around, “Do you have wine or beer to offer them? What about margaritas?”
“Oh, shit. Yes, no.” He scurried over to the kitchen refrigerator and showed me three bottles of wine and some beer being cooled. He then got out the blender and started to set up to make margaritas. He had the right ingredients, and I let him work as I sat and watched. The activity seemed to calm his nerves.
Just as he turned on the blender to mix some ingredients, the door chime rang. I stood, “I’ll get it.” My dad looked relieved that I’d have first contact with the enemy.
I went to the front door and opened the door wide in a grandiose gesture. I certainly had a smile… that suddenly turned to a huge question mark.
“Crystal?”
“Dave?”
There was a long silence as Crystal and I stared at each other. We’d parted company about three hours earlier.
I chuckled. I made the leap to what had most likely happened. “Welcome to my father’s home. Are you who he met at Starbucks? Are you Alice or Crystal?”
“Yes. I gave him my first name that I don’t use too often these days — Alice. It’s my first name, but I go by… Errr, this is awkward. This dinner was why I couldn’t accept your invitation this evening. I really do want to go out with you. A girl can’t be too careful. That’s why I wanted my sister along.”
The slightly older woman behind her smiled up at me. My heart melted. She was obviously Crystal’s sister and had also inherited the good looks and welcoming personality that her sister had also received. I could barely take my eyes from the sister. They were obviously from the same beautiful gene pool.
“Come in.” I realized they were still standing on the stoop awaiting those words.
Crystal came in, and then introduced her sister. “This is my older sister Trish. She’s also my roommate or housemate.”
Trish had the same joie de vivre that Crystal did. After meeting, she radiated friendship, kindness, and warmth. I was nearly stupefied that there were two women so appealing standing right in front of me. Both made my heart beat faster.
“Cool. I never asked where you lived?”
“We have a small house near the Westgate Mall.” She pointed through the living room windows at the rear of the house at the pool and added, “And, we don’t have a pool. When Ross mentioned that he had one, I was all for it. I love to swim.”
Trish nodded eagerly at that comment and kept that award-winning smile.
My dad came out of the kitchen to greet the two women. He was obviously trying not to be nervous. Introductions were made, and I explained how Crystal and I had already met on my flight that morning. I didn’t tell him that I was already in love. She explained about the Alice-Crystal confusion and seemed a little embarrassed at the ruse.
I found it easier to communicate about or talk to my dad as Ross rather than saying ‘my father’ repeatedly in the mixed company. The two women quickly adapted to that.
We all got cocktails. Ross’s margaritas were a hit. We’d all ended up on the patio after a quick tour of the home’s interior. The two women looked longingly at the pool.
“Do you want to swim before dinner? I’ll join you. I love to swim, too.”
“YES!” came from each of them. Their sudden eagerness came through in their quick responses.
I’d worn my bathing suit based on my father’s prior advice. The two women stripped off their shorts and shirts in place, revealing sexy bikinis that were swim ready. I tried to keep my eyes in my head at their perfect figures. I doubt there were other more perfect bodies anywhere in the world.
The three of us all waded into the pool and started to swim and float around. Crystal swam the length of the pool and back underwater, and them up for air laughing and joyful. Trish did a couple of laps.
Ross checked on the grill and made a second batch of margaritas at the patio bar. He looked happy that we were using the pool and also that he could remain in our presence. I was sure that he was also having trouble not ogling the two women’s hot bodies.
Crystal lay back in the water, thrusting her breasts into the air. “I have GOT to get myself one of these. I love swimming.”
My father said from beside the pool, “You can always just come over here. My rear yard has never looked so lovely. The side gate is not locked.”
I did a double-take at the man. The remark was the first time I’d ever heard him come onto a girl with any type of remark like that. As slight as it was, it was uncharacteristic.
Crystal floated nearby. I whispered, “Sorry if that was insulting.”
She laughed, “Nice to hear, actually. You should hear all the pick-up lines I get at work on just about every flight. For some reason, I was drawn to you and your invitation. It wasn’t over the top and you made the offer for lunch only after we had some rapport and you kept it in my safe zone, namely the airport.”
I confessed, “I just didn’t want to lose touch. I felt and feel some chemistry between us.”
Suddenly, Crystal came face-to-face with me. She kissed me on the lips, and I kissed back. That morphed into a few more serious kisses as our arms came around each other.
We parted.
“Wow!”
“Yeah, wow!” she said. “I feel the chemistry, too, and those kisses just proved there’s something real here. I meant what I said earlier about getting to know each other a lot better. I like your father, too, when we met. I guess that’s not surprising if you believe the adage ‘like father, like son’.”