After the BBQ...

When you arrived back at your parent’s house the shrimp was just being put on the grill. Doe busied herself with marinating some steaks while you took Courtney up to say hello to your mother. You were a little surprised when Courtney shrieked “Gamma Fran!” and ran to your mother, climbing onto the bed to hug her. You shrug it off as just something that Doe told her to call her. They did seem to be here a lot, and they did also live here for seven months directly after the divorce.

The dinner was excellent as your fathers BBQ always were. After dinner you catch Doe while she does the dishes. You stare at her from behind for a second, lingering on the flare of her hips, and shape of her ass. Then you walk over to her to help her dry off the dishes. She smiles at you, and hands you a plate. “So, about Wednesday…”

“I’d be honored if you would accompany me to dinner, Doe.”

She giggled at your formality, “Good. It’ll be great.”

“You said I passed the kid test…”

She inhaled sharply, “Umm, yeah. Of course you did. Why wouldn’t you?”

You scratch the back of you head as you put a plate away in the cupboard, “So…I mean…do you want it to be a romantic dinner? Or should we stay with the old friends catching up?” You ask nervously.

“I…” She looks away, “I mean…”

“My god, I feel like a teenager again.” You say, laughing. “Look, would you…”

“I want it to be romantic.” She blurts out. “I…”

You smile, “Then romantic it shall be…” You stare into her eyes, her hypnotizing blue green eyes. The moment is broken as Courtney walks in rubbing her eyes.

“Momma, I tired.” she says, matter of factly.

“OK sweety, we’re leaving in a couple minutes…”

“No, you go get her to bed, I’ll finish up.”

She smiles, and leans in to kiss you on the cheek. “Thank you.”

She leaves the kitchen with you tingling from the peck on the cheek.