“Yep, sure do Jen. It was a blast right up to the last day,” sniffing back some tears. “Sorry. It hurts whenever I think about her. Pam’s her name. A wonderful wonderful wife. My best friend and lover for 20 years and so open to new things.”
She slips her hand into Kens hand. “There’s a bench up ahead. Lets sit down.”
They enter the park and stop at the bench, sitting down side by side facing one another.
Jennifer, wearing a tight green T shirt and shorts, turns and faces Ken wrapping her arms around him. Ken thinking, ‘my gawd she looks good. Fuck me’.
“I assure you Ken, I’m here to attend college and am not a social butterfly. Far from it. So, whatever misgivings you may have in allowing me into your home, I am not a party animal. No boyfriends, no girlfriends. At least not here in this town I don’t have any girlfriends. Its lonely for me too. The boys, they can all go piss off. I wanna education, not distractions. The local college has a great program training nurses which I am studying for.”
Ken begins saying something….. until, Jen raises a finger stopping him and continues speaking.
“Shhhh, let me finish please. You don’t look that old to me, mid 40’s I’d guess and I kinda like older men. For the most part they are kind, courteous, behave themselves and are definitely more mature. As for you being horny too, well I suppose you’ve got that under control and know what to do.” She laughs. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. And, I’ll try and be good company for you. As for exciting I’ll let you be the judge.” She giggles.
I’m not sure what to say, other than, “Just having you in the house with me will be exciting” Laughing. “C’mon, I’ll show you the house.”
“That’s great. Does that mean, ‘yes” you’ll let me board with you?”
“Just follow me. One thing at a time.”
“You’re a little tease aren’t you Ken?”
Looking her over, again, Ken says, “And you’re not?” Laughing.
He smiles over at Jen and they both stand and continue their walk.
“Does it bother you, the way I dress?”
“On the contrary, I love it. Could be a lethal weapon though, me being horny and short on excitement and you wearing short shorts.” Laughing.
Jennifer’s shoots a glance over the bulge in Kens Cut offs, “I can tell. You did say you wanted excitement,” Giggling and thinking again, ‘this is working out better than I thought it would’.
“So Ken, you’re what they call an ass man? A man who appreciates a woman’s derriere.”
“Most definitely, You could say that.”
Ten minutes later, Kens leading Jennifer into the house. “I’m going to put the coffee on. Sit down and relax. No, don’t! Changed my mind. Take a look around and see if you like it, then come sit. Bathroom is first door on the left if you need it.” Jen exits the kitchen.
On hearing Jen come out of the bathroom, Ken decides its his turn.
Then, as the coffee brews and sitting at the kitchen table Ken reflects on the mornings events, a hand draped over the lump in his cut offs, his bulging erection, and thinks, ‘she is one hot babe, and the way she dresses, WOW’. A low whistle. And who does she remind me of? Shaking his head.
Once the coffee is brewed Ken stands to retrieve two cups and fill them with the hot beverage before sitting back down at the kitchen table.
As Jennifer explores the house alone, she too is thinking. ‘So this is my dad. Wow. And by his own admission, he’s lonely and horny. And, with what I have planned he should be easy pickins for me and my perverted fantasy’.
As Jennifer walks back into the kitchen, “Your house is beautiful. Older vintage but beautiful. Your wife was quite the babe eh Ken judging by the photos I saw of her displayed on the walls.”
“Thank you Jen. Yes she was, Pam was gorgeous and so much fun. Here’s your coffee,” pointing at the table. “Mixins too.”
“Speaking of gorgeous, how come no boyfriends? I’d have thought you’d have em lined up around the block.”
“Simple answer, I cant be bothered. Too much trouble. I’ll wait until I finish my schooling before I go hubby shopping. Better prospects available by then I’m hoping.”
Silence follows as they sip their coffee. Jennifer is busy thinking again, ‘so this is my father. Mom was right, he is pleasant and handsome, for an older guy. So, what happened? Why did he ditch her and take off when I was born? How did he meet the new wife, Pam? Questions, questions.’
Ken breaks their silence,
“Fair enough, I guess. Here’s the deal for you staying here. I like quiet. I read and sometimes listen to “pleasant” music. None of that new crap. Evenings, I may watch an hour or two of TV, usually a movie. During the day I do my morning walk, have breakfast and putz around in the garden. Short nap in afternoon. Prepare a simple supper. In bed by 9, 10 at the latest. Up at 4 or 5 in the morning.
If you think you can work around that, good. Obviously, inviting friends over is a No No. Out of the question. For you, as well as me. I don’t got too many friends. The big bedroom at he end of the hall in the back is yours and you’ve got the dining room table for a study area. You can relax anywhere you desire. Um, anything else?”
“Can’t think of anything at the moment. I promise, you won’t be sorry for letting me live here Ken. I do have references if you wanna see em.”
“Not necessary. I have a pretty good read on people and you passed the test. I’m looking forward to enjoying your company. If you can tolerate me, I’m sure I’ll tolerate you.” THey laugh. “Can we shake on it?”
Jennifer slides out of her chair and walks around the table. “Okay, but I’d rather Kiss on it too if that’s okay?” Ken looks shocked and surprised. Jennifer just laughs. “Do I make you nervous?”
With that she opens her arms and steps between his outstretched legs, leans over and kisses him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head tight into her bosom.
With his head buried in her cleavage she kisses the top of his head, then with her free hand, her fingers lifts his chin. Their lips meet for a simple kiss.
Pulling her head back, “I’m so happy,” Grinning. “Thank you, thank you, thank you Ken. Actually can we dispense with the formalities? I’ll just call you daddy and you can call me Jen. Okay?”
“Sounds good to me. Um, is baby okay too?” Smiling. “I like ‘baby’.”
“Yeppers. I’m going to walk back to the motel, grab my car, my stuff and check out.
I am so F’in excited. Such a beautiful home to live in, and you’re such a nice man, daddy.” Giggling follows.
“Sounds good. I’ll come with you if that’s okay.”
They exit the house, “I’m getting extra walking mileage in today,” Ha ha.
“So Jen you’ve hear my story, kind of. 40, widower, married 20 years, living alone now. How bout you?”
“Kinda boring actually, 23, just me and my mom. Dad left just after I was born. So I grew up without a father figure. During high school I decided I wanted to be a nurse specializing in palliative care, lookin after old dying people. Don’t ask me why. Found out the college here has a great training program for my specialty.
Sooooo, here I am. Believe it or not, I’m an introvert. I was burned real bad by my first boyfriend. Thus my distrust for boys my age. My grandfather and the few older men I have met over the years have all treated me with respect, politeness and courtesy. And so knowledgeable. So, I tended to hang out with them, older men that is, when I hang out. Meeting you this morning was an answer to prayer.”