Affectionate Greetings

I got to my parents house a little earlier on the second week, I was eager, I was horny, I felt sick and excited and was loving every minute of it. I walked in and heard my mother say ‘Hi’ I had barely ut my bag down and taken off my coat when my father walked into the entrance way.

He leant in for a hug and at the last moment wet to kiss my cheek, but I had turned my head and so we had a brief peck of the lips instead. He didn’t seem phased and finished the hug before holding me at arm’s length, “You’re looking nice tonight Kimberly.”

“Thanks Dad.” I said with a little curtsey, “You are still dressed from work, not bad.” I said with a smile.

“Yeah I might have a shower as soon as dinner is done, if you and your mother can handle the dishes.” He said putting his arm around my waist and guiding me further into the house.

None of what he had done was any different to what he had done before, but it all seemed a little more, familiar. Suddenly my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my jeans, it was a message from Mark.

“Have a great night, Julie says if you do anything we do tonight she will buy you a bottle of scotch.” I looked the message over and then noticed my father’s glance, I wasn’t sure if it was at my cleavage or my phone. Both excited me.

Dinner was being finished and I offered to pour some wine, “Glad you told me what we were having Mom, otherwise I would have bought a red.”

She smiled, “I’d love a glass thank you Kimberly. Frank, if you could please set the cutlery, Kimberly will pour the wine.” I did as asked and poured three large glasses of white wine, I had brought three bottles tonight, hoping to lubricate events.

Dinner didn’t seem to take long, but looking at my phone I realised it was no shorter than normal, maybe I was just excited to do whatever came after dinner.

The conversation was bland, my mother asked about my uni work and about Mark’s job prospects and future intentions in her normally judgemental manner. I asked about the family, Dad’s work, and any projects Mom was doing, there was nothing that interesting except that Aunty Jude was unwell. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence though.

As dinner finished along with the second bottle of wine Dad excused himself to have a shower and Mom and I started cleaning up. I noticed that Mom was yawning and commented, she smiled, “I haven’t been sleeping well is all.” She explained.

My heart, or maybe a little lower, jumped, “Go to bed then, I can finish the dishes.” I explained.

Mom hesitated before leaning in to kiss my cheek, “You are such a good daughter, I don’t know how you ever ended up with someone like Mark.” She said before excusing herself.

Once again I found myself alone to quickly plan for the night.