5 comments/ 17840 views/ 1 favorites Valentine's Day Dinner By: DoItToMe When Grace walked into the mall to shop for her lover's Valentine's Day present, she still hadn't decided what to buy him. Since it was February 13th, time had run out and she couldn't leave without both a gift and a card. Armed with a shiny new credit card and a desire to please her man, she cheerfully joined the crowd of other last-minute shoppers. Grace and Justin had only been dating for five months, but theirs was an intense relationship, and she knew this would be an important night together. She realized that in addition to shopping for him, she needed to get herself a sexy outfit to make the evening special. Deciding that new clothes would be easier to find than a present, that became priority one. Her assumption was that getting one task accomplished would instill confidence and provide energy for the next. Justin had told her that he would be surprising her with dinner out, but wouldn't provide any clues about his plans. Unsure about what to expect, she figured that a simple black dress would cover just about any situation. Then she realized that a sexy, shiny red would be more appropriate for a Valentine's Day meal. A quick trip to the department store that anchored the busy end of the mall provided many options, and as Grace checked her reflection in the dressing room mirror, she realized that the third dress she tried was perfect. Short and clingy, it hugged the breasts she felt were her best feature, with just enough cleavage showing to provoke a spark. The length drew attention to her tight ass and great legs, which reminded her that some new heels would be a good investment. The shoe department was crowded with other women shopping for last-minute holiday outfits. Grace didn't know what color would go with red, so she opted for a pair of shiny silver heels that would go great with a purse she already owned. The heels were higher than usual, which also accentuated the lower half of her torso. Excited that she would look so good that night, she headed out of the department store to look for the card store a few shops down. Unsure whether to go "romantic" of "humorous," Grace found a card that mentioned whips and whipped cream. Keeping with her sexy attitude, she opted to go with that idea. Maybe it would put some raunchy ideas in her normally-conservative boyfriend's mind. Still unsure what would make a good present for Justin, Grace passed a luggage store, and was struck by an idea. Ten minutes later, she had purchased a high-end weekend bag that was perfect for a man, and was on her way home. Logging onto a travel website, she booked a room at a bed and breakfast for the upcoming weekend. The bed and breakfast was about two hours away -- just far enough to make it feel like they had traveled without taking so much time that the weekend would be wasted. Grace and Justin had chatted about catching a movie that weekend, so she was sure he'd be available. Thinking about the upcoming weekend suddenly made Grace incredibly horny. She had always been a woman for whom the anticipation of sex could be as exciting as the sex itself. As she thought about packing lingerie, she felt the area between her legs growing moist. Shifting in her chair, she wondered if she should do something about her situation. When she glanced down at her chest and noticed that her nipples were hard, a slow grin crept over her face and she headed to the bedroom. Stripping her clothes off as she padded into the room, she threw back the comforter and top sheet and almost jumped into bed. Grace liked to fantasize while she masturbated, and this was a no-brainer. She thought about Justin's long, hard cock, and how she felt when he was above her, thrusting into her. As she envisioned that happening at the romantic bed and breakfast, she squeezed her large breasts and raised the nipples to her mouth. She loved how it felt when she licked her nipples, and waves of pleasure went through her body. Her right hand moved down between her legs, and she began stroking her clit quickly. The combination of trying on sexy clothes and sexy shoes along with planning a weekend away enabled her to reach a quick, satisfying climax. When Justin rang the doorbell the next night, he was amazed at what greeted him. Grace looked as good in her new red dress as she had hoped, and the high silver heels only added to the sexy effect. "Are you sure we need to go to dinner, Babe?" he asked. "You look too good to unleash on the general public." He hoped the leer in his eyes and voice wasn't too obvious. "Don't worry, Hon," Grace responded. "You might not need to drop me at the door at the end of the evening. I just might invite you in." Grace winked, grabbed her purse, and the two were off. She remembered that she had no idea where she going, but knew the night would be special based on the look in Justin's eyes. When Justin pulled his car into Le Jardin, a huge grin crept across Grace's face. It was the best restaurant in town, but so expensive that she had never eaten there. The food was known to be as excellent as it was pricey, and she was thrilled that she was finally going to experience the famous cuisine. As the maitre d' showed them to her table, Grace was certain that almost everyone there could be classified as one of the beautiful people, but in her special Valentine's Day outfit, she felt as though she fit right in. Justin and Grace were led to a door that opened onto a small, private dining room, and the décor took Grace's breath away. The walls and banquette were finished in a plush red velvet, and the fixtures were all gold, or at least gold-plated. She felt as though she had stepped into Marie Antoinette's private dining room. Handed menus and a wine list, the couple was left alone to decide on their order. On the way out, the maitre d' asked if they wanted the door open or closed, and Justin asked that it be closed. When Grace started to open her menu, Justin closed his hand over hers, and told her it was too soon to order. He put his arm around her shoulders, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. When Grace felt herself melting into him, she pulled back and looked anxiously toward the door. Justin assured her that he had spoken to the restaurant earlier in the week, and learned that the signal for privacy was a closed door. With that, Grace relaxed and responded to his ardent kisses. It quickly became apparent that this was no ordinary makeout session. Justin ran the palm of his hand across Grace's breasts in a way that he knew would make her nipples respond, and when they did, he gave them gentle twists through the clingy fabric of her new red dress. With a sharp intake of breath, Grace arched her body to press closer to Justin's. Taking this as a signal that she was comfortable with their somewhat-public setting, he ran his hand down her side and pushed the hemline of her dress up to her waist. Pushing aside the crotch of her bikini panties, he slipped two fingers inside her pussy to gauge her readiness. Feeling how wet she already was, he dropped to his knees and pushed his tongue into the crevice between her legs. Tonguing her clit, he reinserted the two fingers, working them in and out slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, continuing to alternate the speed. All the while, he made circles around her clit with his tongue, slowly increasing both the speed and pressure. As Grace began rocking her hips up and down, Justin continued exactly what he was doing, and a long, low moan left her lips and filled the room with the sound of pleasure. After catching her breath and rearranging her clothes, Grace gave Justin a gentle swat and admonished him for being such a naughty boy. Laughing, he got up and opened the door. A waiter appeared almost immediately, and they placed their food and appetizer orders. After the food and drinks had been delivered, Grace asked the waiter to close the door on the way out. "Now what?" asked Justin. "Well, first of all, you ordered oysters, which we all know has the effect of an aphrodisiac. Secondly, I want to bring you the same pleasure that you provided for me," she responded. The two fed each other the oysters, taking turns, giggling, and having a good time. They experimented with different sauces and made funny slurping noises. One of the best aspects of their relationship was that they genuinely had fun with each other. When they were finished, they made use of the fancy restaurant's finger bowls and nice hand towels. "Speaking of slurping," said Grace, "I have some more slurping I'd like to enjoy now. Please free your massive cock from your pants." Justin stared at Grace, because she was not one to speak that way, but rather than question the little vixen that had emerged, he quickly unzipped his pants, and pulled out his dick. Grace pushed him back against the rich velvet and dropped to her knees. Taking him in her hand, she lowered her mouth over him, enveloping as much as possible in her mouth. Although comfortable with giving head, Justin's size was always a challenge at first. Once she had moistened him completely, she pumped his shaft with her hand, concentrating her mouth on the head of his penis. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue continued to circle him and lick beneath the tip, and her hand continued its motion. The combination brought Justin to the brink of orgasm. "Oh Gracie," he moaned. "You're driving me crazy. It feels so good. You feel so good." A shudder went through him, and Grace's mouth filled with his cum. Swallowing quickly, she enjoyed the wave after wave that followed. Once it was clear that there was no more, she continued stroking, sucking, and licking until he was erect again. "What are you doing to me, woman?" Justin asked, short of breath. "Well, I've had fun and you've had fun, but Valentine's Day is about couples, so I thought we should have some fun now," she responded. With that, she reached down, pulled her panties off, straddled him, and lowered herself onto him. Justin was pleased to feel that Grace had evidently been almost as excited by going down on him as he had been to benefit from her talent, because she was hot and wet. He lifted her dress over her head and removed her bra so that he could access her breasts. After caressing them for a while, he sucked on each nipple. When Grace groaned with pleasure, Justin moved his hands to her hips. He helped move her up and down, although she seemed to have enough energy for them both. A combination of bouncing up and down and moving back and forth brought them to a very satisfying, simultaneous orgasm. As they gazed into each other's eyes, smiles spread across each of their faces. Each had now experienced a pair of intense climaxes, and they collapsed into each other's arms for a few moments. Realizing where they were, they laughed and nervously dressed. "I guess you can open the door again," Grace said to Justin. "Let them serve dinner so we can finish our evening." "Gee, I hope you're still planning to invite me in," he responded, and they both smiled at the double entendre. "Sure," said Grace. "I have a present waiting for you at home." She realized now that it didn't matter what she packed for the weekend, because this Valentine's Day was already a rousing success. Valentine's Day Dinner I'm married to an amazing woman, and this story is about a romantic Valentine's Day dinner. My wife, Erica, is smarter than me. She's also in better shape than me. Our second child was born on a Friday, and my wife was a bride's maid in a wedding on Saturday a week later. She wore a dress that was fitted before she was pregnant. I wouldn't say she is a perfect ten or anything, but she has always been perfect for me. Erica's a great mother too. She stayed home with the kids while I was busy growing our small business. We had new orders everyday, and I couldn't hire employees fast enough. She still found time to complete the payroll and handle the employee benefits. She paid all the bills, so I could concentrate on generating new business. Things were going so well that we built an office on the commercial street a few blocks from our house. She is my spouse, my business partner, and my best friend. That's why I reluctantly agreed when she asked to open our marriage. She explained how she had enough love and lust for more than one man. After all, she loves both of our children. Loving the second doesn't diminish her love for the first. I asked if she already had a lover in mind, and she confessed that she did. His name was Mark, and I knew him casually from several years earlier when Erica worked with him. I'd met him at her employer's summer picnic and at their Christmas party. I asked if she was already having an affair with Mark, and she denied it. I don't think she was. She just wanted it. I wanted to know why she needed another man, and why Mark specifically? She said, "He enjoys things like antiquing and farmer's markets that you don't. He has a personality opposite to you and makes a perfect balance." "You can't just be friends?" "We can, and we are, but I've felt a growing attraction to him for several years. I'll regret it if I never explore a romantic and passionate relationship with him." "I'm not enough?" "That's not the right question," she said. "You are delicious chocolate fudge ripple. You're my favorite flavor. It doesn't mean I don't crave a little Carmel Crunch now and again." "So by 'open', you mean you want to sleep with Mark. Will there be any other men? Are you going to date?" My questions were rhetorical because I had no intention of agreeing. My heart was breaking. "I can't predict the future, but Mark is the only other man I want right now. It takes a long time for a man to grow on me. You know that. We were engaged for four years before we got married." "So you'd allow me to sleep with other women, too?" "Of course." "You aren't afraid of diseases or becoming pregnant?" "Don't be silly. Neither one of us is promiscuous. I'm sure you'd use adequate protection, and Mark isn't seeing anyone. You can't think he has anything." "I'm not comfortable with this," I complained. "I don't want anybody else." "But I do." She said it with resolve. I thought about it for a few weeks. She brought up the question often enough that I wondered when she would just do it without my permission. She seemed eager. What were my options? I could put my foot down, and she'd be unhappy. I could divorce her, but our lives could not be unwound. We owned a business together. I thought about the kids. I thought about how much I would miss her. We invited Mark for dinner at our house, and I liked him. He's a year or two younger than me, a little taller, and forty pounds lighter. He and I had a lot in common besides my wife. She said he and I were opposites, but I didn't see it that way. If anything, I saw a younger less confident version of me. When I conceded to my lover's desire, she and Mark kept their trysts discreet. They met during the day while I was at the office. Most of the time, I wasn't even aware. Every time I made love to my wife, I wondered if she had already been with Mark that day. I kept the question to myself. I didn't want the answer. Erica and Mark spent increasing amounts of time together. I watched the children on weekends while she went antiquing or whatever with him. She often tried to tell me about her days, but I waved her off. I said, "I'm glad you had fun." She and I still had fun too. We watched movies and laughed together. We held hands when we walked around the neighborhood at dusk pulling our preschoolers behind us in a little red wagon. Then, she and Mark went on a four day trip to a bed and breakfast several hundred miles away. She arranged a babysitter, so I could go into the office on the week days. When she returned late on the fourth day, I tried to entice her in bed. I was horny after more than a week without sex or masturbation. I caressed her shoulders and nibbled her neck. "I'm too tired," she said. "I've been in a car all day, and I just want to go to sleep." I tried to cuddle her, but she said she was too hot. I didn't sleep well that night. I felt like I was loosing her, but I told myself I should be happy for her pleasure. If I wasn't enough for her, didn't I want her to fill the gaps, as she described it? I wanted her to be happy. Several months past. Mark was at our house often, and he played with the kids. They called him "uncle". Mark and I even played tennis together a few times. He was a decent guy. I understood why Erica liked him. Actually, I kicked myself; I understood why Erica loved him. Then one day, I overheard Erica on the phone. I don't know who she was talking to, but she said, "It's like a chore with him now. I do it because it's my duty ... I promised it wouldn't change the way I felt for him, and he's the father of my children." I walked to the office, shut the door, and cried. I hadn't cried since I was a five year old. Sex dropped off. I seldom initiated it. Erica met me at the door with a smile most days. I painted a smile on my face as well. One night, after the kids were asleep, she proposed a threesome with Mark and me. I had no sexual interest in Mark, but a nagging voice told me I needed to do something to remain part of Erica's sex life. A few nights later, we hosted Mark for dinner, and when the children went to sleep, Erica took both of our hands and guided us to the bedroom. She stripped and lay in our marriage bed. She said, "I want one of you on each side." Mark and I caressed her the way I know she likes. He seemed timid at first, and I was probably a little too aggressive at first. Erica writhed under our touch. She cooed and made noises of pleasure I hadn't heard for months. Mark kissed her neck and teased her nipples while my tongue lapped her folds. She jerked in orgasm while clamping my head in her thighs. When she became coherent, she said, "I want you inside me." I wasted no time. I stripped and mounted her. I slid in easily as always and grunted my pleasure as I thrust. She French kissed Mark and ran her fingers through his hair while I panted and sweated. The sheen of perspiration from her first orgasm dried, and I suggested a new position. Mark flopped on his back with his head on my pillow. Erica climbed onto her hands and knees and pulled his cock into her mouth. I slid back and forth within her body. I always enjoyed doggy style, but it wasn't one of her favorites. Mark came in Erica's mouth, but I couldn't finish. Something about the scene put me off. I just didn't feel right, and as much as I wanted to blow a load, I couldn't get over the edge. I pulled out frustrated as my erection softened. "Mmmm, your turn big boy," she said around Mark's penis. She pulled herself along his body rubbing her nipples on his chest. She lingered over his mouth while he sucked and pulled a breast. Erica positioned herself over Mark's cock, and damn if he wasn't hard again already. Veins stood out along his length, and I estimated his thickness. I didn't do well in comparison. Erica rode her lover while I sat on the edge of the bed. I flipped my limp dick idly knowing I wouldn't get another erection. I watched Erica arch her back and make noises I never heard before. Sweat trickled down her back and her whole body trembled. She frantically rubbed her clitoris while she rocked back and forth. His uncovered cock glided easily in and out of her depths. He pinched her nipples, and she clench the blankets in her claws. When Erica came for the second time that night, she actually screamed. She usually made noises of pleasure with me, but I'd never heard a scream. Waves of delight coursed over her for a seeming eternity. When she collapsed, she lay on Mark's chest panting, and his cock was still inside her. Both of them closed their eyes, and within a few minutes, my wife slept in Mark's embrace. After that night, sex with Erica evaporated. It dried up. I used my hand whenever I could muster the energy. It wasn't often. Having broken the taboo of fucking in front of me, they lost more inhibitions. Sometimes, when I came home from work, Mark was still in my marriage bed while Erica cooked dinner. They hugged and cooed and made contented noises in front of the children. They thought nothing of it, I'm sure, but the little gestures of affection between them are what fired my jealousy. I wasn't raving mad or anything. It was more of a dull ache in my heart. It was an occasional tear that I wouldn't notice until I wiped it away. I told my employees I had an allergy. The three of us went out for a fancy Valentine's Day dinner leaving the kids with a sitter. Mark and Erica seemed very happy. The pinched each other and moved their chairs to be close. Erica smiled and giggled. Over the entrée, they broke the news. Erica was pregnant. I was dumbfounded. I felt stupid, and I said stupid things. I asked, "didn't you use protection?" They though it was a silly question. "Of course not," Erica said. "You know I've always wanted three children." Something broke in me. I was done. Well, I was done a long time before, but I didn't know it. I smiled and congratulated them. The baby was due in August. We talked about names. Mark insisted that a girl be named after his grandmother, Phyllis. Erica and I both wrinkled our noses at the name. Here's the thing. My marriage was over. I knew it. I wasn't in love with Erica anymore. I didn't even want to have sex with her. But, she was the mother of my children, my business partner, and still a good friend even though I was pissed with her at the time. She complained when I started sleeping in the guest room, but her heart wasn't in the complaints. She slept at Mark's apartment several nights a week. She'd drive over after the kids were in bed and be back to wake them for breakfast. So, by now, you're asking, how was that a romantic Valentine's Day dinner? I didn't say it was romantic for me. Don't feel too sorry for me though. I'm out there dating. It's hard to find a girl who sticks around after I tell her I'm married. On the occasions I get a chance to explain, they seem sympathetic. I don't have many second dates though. My right hand and I have gotten closer than ever. I'm financially secure. I've been working out. I love to laugh and live to love. There's a beautiful woman out there for me. I hope Erica likes her when they meet. Valentines Day Dinner There is no sex in this story, hence non-erotic. It is a short story but I hope you find it to be a good read. * I was sitting on the couch watching a ball game when I knew something was up. My twin thirteen year old daughters came in the room smiling and each sat beside me. "Ok girls, what are you two up to now?" Kerry and Sherry were the loves of my life. When I talk to them they often talk at the same time and even finish each others sentences. They have double teamed me for years knowing I would do anything for them. Kerry spoke first but Sherry kept interjecting. "Dad, don't get mad but we have a surprise for you." I knew this was something different when I heard the word surprise. Their surprises always got me involved in something that I would have preferred not to do. They seem to volunteer me for everything. I've been a softball coach in the summer, an assistant girl scout leader for the past three years and God know what else they've involved me in. You might ask why am I so vulnerable for them? They lost their mother when they were nine, four years ago. She was way to young to die but she got the dreaded cancer and after two years of fighting it she succumbed to it. It was one of the saddest days of my life. I had two of the sweetest little girls who no longer had a mother. One of the saddest things was they were worried about me. I remember them telling me that they would always be there to take care of me, and they were. I have to say it was rough at first but until we learned to cook we ate out a lot. They were always happy to go see my mom who always cooked for us when we visited, which was a couple of times a week. Whenever there were volunteers needed at school or church my sweet darling daughters put my name down on the list. It was funny when they put our name down for a bake sale. We made three cakes together that didn't turn out to bad. At least someone might have felt sorry for the cakes and bought them. I know it always brought me and the girls closer. A number of times they tried to get me dates but I told them that it was something I would need to do on my own when I was ready. It didn't stop them from talking about different women at church or whenever we went out for dinner. The women in their life was my mom and sister. Thank God for them when it came to the girl stuff. It was things I wasn't sure how to deal with. I did make a rule that they weren't allowed to date till they were at least fifteen. I remember them asking why I didn't trust them and I told them I did trust them but not the boys. I was a boy at one time and I knew how boys think. "So, what is this big surprise that I'm not to get mad about?" Sherry spoke, "First, we want you to tell us why you don't care much for Valentine's Day. Then we'll tell you what the surprise is." "Oh no! What did you girls do now?" They were both smiling. "Tell us why you don't care much for Valentine's day first. Aunt Kathy told us it had to do with an old girlfriend," Kerry replied. I turned off the TV and talked with my two daughters who were all ears. "When I was in grade school I was a chubby little kid. To be fair to all the kids our teacher had us give Valentine cards to everyone if we wanted to participate in the exchange. In art class we decorated our shoe boxes with hearts and flowers or in my case, Star Wars stickers. "Sally Ann was the cutest girl in our class and every boy gave her the nicest card. Brad a bully in our class laughed at me when I put my nicest card in Sally Ann's box. He said she didn't want a card from a chubby little boy." "So what happened Dad?" asked Sherry. "Julie happened. She was my best friend, not my girlfriend or anything like that; she was my pal and next door neighbor. She pushed Brad down and told him if he ever pushed me again she'd kick his butt. I know I should have been glad but I was embarrassed because I had a girl fighting for me." "So what happened next Dad?" "I knew I never had a chance with Sally Ann but it was embarrassing having Julie fighting my battles, which she did a few times. I got over it after a couple of days. Julie and I did everything together. We went to the movies most every weekend. We liked going to the zoo and different amusement parks. Mom used to say we were stuck together like Siamese Twins. I went on vacation with her family and she often came with me on ours. 'tI remember when I turned eleven mom told me to leave my bedroom door open when Julie and I did our homework. I must have been really sheltered because I didn't know why, Julie and I were just pals." My girls started laughing. My sister must have talked to them already about boys. "As we got older I got bigger and started exercising. Needless to say I noticed Julie was turning into a good looking girl. The first time I kissed her was when we were fifteen and it was under the mistletoe at a New Years Eve party at her house. "All of a sudden I thought I was in love and then came Valentine's Day and Julie gave me a goodbye Valentine's card. She said her dad got transferred to another State and she was moving in a week." My girls looked sad. "Did you ever see her again Dad?" "No, I guess she was my first girlfriend and I didn't even know it till it was too late. I didn't date much so after Julie moved Valentine's Day didn't mean much to me. I met your mom when I started college. We got married and you girls were born. Then I would buy your mom, but mostly you girls, something for Valentine's day." "Dad, we know mom got pregnant before you two got married. We also know you quit college and got a job at the warehouse to support us and went back to college part time. You should have worn a condom, Dad," said Kerry. Sherry was shaking her head in agreement. I had to laugh. My teenage daughters are telling me what I should have done. I told them that I loved their mother and yes, I should have worn protection but then I wouldn't have had the two sweetest girls ever. I told them that Valentine's Day isn't quite the same without a partner. I loved having it for my girls and every year I got them a card, candy and a stuffed animal. I didn't expect this year would be any different. "It might be, Dad. We bought you a date for Valentine's Day." "You did what!" I asked. "Why would you do such a thing?" "The school is having a Valentine's Day dinner for the parents and or couples that wanted to come. Our club got together and made the plans to help raise money for our school project. Tickets are twenty-five dollars a couple and it includes dinner and a dance afterwards. Sherry and I are both servers so we will be there for you." "This is one of the craziest things you girls have done. Where did you girls get the money and who is my supposed date?" "We're going to use our allowance but we were hoping you would give it back to us," smiled Sherry when she said it. "So who's my date if I choose to go through with this?" "Mrs. Pelfry, she is one of our new teachers at the school. She is our club leader and came up with the idea of the Valentine's Day dinner. We found out she was divorced last year and transferred to our school district." "Are you saying she agreed to go on a blind date with me?" "Sort of," replied Kerry. "Since she was in charge and it was her idea we asked her if she would go to the dinner with our dad if he bought tickets. She seemed lost for words but we told her our mother died a few years ago and you like to attend all our functions but didn't have a girlfriend to attend the dinner with." "So you bribed her to go with your poor dad. You do realize this makes me look pretty pathetic." "Dad, she's beautiful and smart and we like her a lot. She actually smiled when we asked her. She said she would go for the good of the club as long as you agreed to it." Of course this is where they kept saying please, please and hugged me and told me what a wonderful dad I was. "Look, you girls shouldn't have done this." "But Dad, we want you to be happy. It's just dinner with a beautiful and smart woman that we both like. That's a good thing, right?" asked Sherry. "Ok, I'll go but please ask me first if this ever happens again." I knew it went in one ear and out the other. "Thank you daddy, you're going to love her; she's so nice. We'll tell her tomorrow." They hugged me and went back in their room to make more plans for me. Before the week was over I had to have a hair cut and the girls wanted to go shopping and since they didn't drive I had to take them. I couldn't believe they had me trying on a sports jacket, shirt and even a tie. I actually felt like I was being groomed. I ended up buying the clothes; as I said, I would do most anything for my girls. The day of the dinner my girls were dressed like waitresses and I put on my new sports coat. I asked them if we were going to pick up their teacher and they told me she said she would meet us over at the school. I asked what her first name was and they said they didn't know. She put her name on the board as Mrs. JP Pelfry. They always were to call her Mrs. Pelfry. We went to the school and I waited in the lobby while my daughters went back to finish help setting up the cafeteria and gym. They were gone most of the morning helping decorate the gym. They just had the finishing touches to do now. There were dozens of people waiting to go in. Most everyone was dressed up. I was glad the girls were smarter about these things than I was. I saw a lot of couples that I knew. Most of them knew I was a widower, in fact a few of the women that I saw I had gone out on a date or two with. They were with their new dates. I kind of had to smile because my daughters had mentioned that some of these women weren't right for me and here I was out on a date that they set up. Sherry came out to see me and said Kerry would be out shortly with Mrs. Pelfry. I know this sounds crazy but I was nervous. I didn't want my girls' teacher to not like me. They had me buy a box of chocolates and a nice card to give to my date. These girls didn't forget anything. Sherry whispered to me, "Dad, I need the money for the tickets. I reserved them for you." I had to laugh as I reach in my wallet and gave Sherry the money. She went up to the guest table, gave them my money and retrieved my tickets so I didn't have to stand in line. I heard Kerry come up and say, "Dad, this is Mrs. Pelfry." I turned around and my mouth about dropped open. In turn my date went from a nice smile to a look of surprise. "Oh my God! Julie, is it really you?" I couldn't believe that after all these years that I would be able to recognize Julie so easy. Damn, she was beautiful. "David, David Miller, I never thought about your last name when I met Sherry and Kerry in my classes. After all Miller is a rather popular name. If this isn't fate, I don't know what is." "Dad, is Mrs. Pelfry the same Julie you told us about the other night. The one you said was your first girlfriend that you really liked?" ask Kerry. "Kerry, I think you've said enough." Julie was smiling. "Yes she is the Julie I spoke about, in private, to my daughters. Don't you two have work to do?" "You girls better go help and start serving. Your dad and I will be sitting at our table near the front. Remember to smile and act friendly to all the guests." "Yes, Mrs. Pelfry," said my girls. "Have a nice time Dad," they said as they left smiling. I handed her the box of candy and the card. "How thoughtful, thank you," replied Julie. I didn't know whether to tell her it was the girls idea or just let it go. I let it go. We were led to our table and sat down. A lot of people watched us, I guess because Julie was a teacher and those that knew me knew I was a widower. Julie did have a wedding ring on her finger. She told me she wears it when she goes out so she gets hit on a lot less. I had to smile because I could see that happening. We started our conversation with me telling her about my past. She told me how much she liked my daughters who, I might say, kept stopping by our table asking us if we needed anything. I told Julie I never dated much and about starting college and my girlfriend getting pregnant and we got married. After the twins were born I went back to college part time to improve my future for my family. I was now the manager of the warehouse I started at. I explained that I loved my wife and how she found out she had cancer and it overtook her after two years. She passed away four years ago and left me with my two wonderful daughters. They were my life now. I probably had tears in my eyes because Julie took my hand and held it. She gave me a short synopsis of her life. After they moved away she finished high school, went to college and became a teacher. She said she was young and dumb and married a guy that a lot of the women liked. She said it was the biggest mistake of her life. He cheated on her numerous times and she finally called it quits. She moved out of the city and got a teaching position at this school. I remember her saying she loved the small town atmosphere over the large cities. We changed the subject and talked about happier times when the two of us were best friends and did everything together. I reminded her of when she beat Brad up for pushing me down. That really made her laugh. She reminded me that she was taller than me at the time but I caught up quickly. Julie had to get up and give a speech. I sat there and just gazed at her. I knew in my heart that my childhood feeling for her were still there. I looked over at my daughters working and they kept smiling at me. God, I loved my girls. When Julie got up to give her little welcome speech I noticed she put something in her purse. It wasn't till she was on stage that I noticed she took off her wedding ring. After we ate, the girls were cleaning off the tables and they made room on the floor for dancing. They dimmed the light and played slow romantic music. Julie asked me to dance even though I told her I wasn't much of a dancer. I held her and it just felt right. She smelled good and we even looked good on the dance floor. The night went by much to quickly. Before I knew it the party was over. 'There is no way that was three hours' I told myself. It was the nicest time I've had in years and it was ending. My daughters came out and were ready to go home. They thanked Julie for being brave enough to accept the dinner invitation with their father. She thanked them and said she had a wonderful time. She did ask the girls if they were coming by in the morning to help clean up and put the tables away. I told her I would come and help too. It got a big smile from my daughters and Julie. I squeezed her hands and we left. I actually wanted to kiss her so bad but the timing just wasn't there. On the way home my daughters drilled me on everything we talked about and if I was going to see her again. "I'm going to help you clean up tomorrow. I'm sure she'll be there." "Dad! You know what we mean. Are you going to ask her out on your own or do we have to do everything for you? Dad we're girls, we know she likes you and there is no doubt you like her." Sleep came hard that night. All I could think about was Julie but then I would think about my wife passing and being with my girls. Was it to early to get involve with another women? Damn, it's been four years. Then there was Julie. Did she feel the same about me or was it just seeing an old friend that you felt comfortable with? "Morning Dad," my daughters said to me when they got up. I asked them if they wanted breakfast before we go to clean the gym but they told me everyone was going out for breakfast when we got finished cleaning. I poured my coffee in a to go cup and we headed out. There were at least twenty people there to help clean up. They were mostly students and a few parents. Needless to say Julie was there. She even looked good in tight jeans. Sherry told me to stop staring at Julie's butt and started laughing. Did she know I was actually doing it? Julie and I said hi and everyone went in the gym and we had it cleaned up in no time. I didn't talk hardly at all to Julie. There didn't seem to be a loving connection like I thought we had the night before. Maybe I just thought there was. There were reservations made at a local restaurant and everyone was going to meet there for breakfast. As everyone was getting in their car Julie asked me if I would help her close the heavy gate and the girls said they would meet me in the car. Julie and I went back inside and she looked at me. "David, maybe I'm reading this wrong. Please let me know so I don't feel like a fool. There was something we forgot last night." With that said she leaned forward and kissed me and said, "Happy Valentines Day." She smiled at me and I closed the gate which wasn't heavy at all. We locked the doors and I walked her to her car and then got in mine. I was smiling and Kerry asked me if there was anything that they should know. I asked, point blank if they would have a problem with me dating Julie. They said, "Heck no!" in unison. "Dad we really like her and haven't seen you so happy in a long time. We know you loved mom and took care of her but you need to get on with your life and if Mrs. Pelfry makes you happy, it makes us happy. Go for it Dad!" I knew I had tears in my eyes. My girls seemed so smart beyond their years. I knew I wanted to spend more time with Julie before making any kind of long term commitments. Unfortunately there wasn't room at the table she was sitting at during breakfast, but I was able to see her constantly smile at me. I did tell her I would call her. I called her the next morning and asked her if she wanted to join the girls and I at my mother's house for dinner. When she accepted I called my mom and told her to set an extra plate for dinner. She asked me who it was and I said it was a surprise. When we showed up she looked at Julie and said, "Julie Jacobs, is it really you? It's been so long since we've seen you." They hugged and Julie said her last name was Pelfry now. She did say she was recently divorced and moved to our area and took a job as a teacher. It so happened that it was the school where Kerry and Sherry attended. It seemed so much like old times having her there. She talked with my girls and told them all kind of stories about me and her growing up. She seemed happy and was so good with them. The following week she met my sister again. My sister Joyce had always said she thought we belonged together. She was happy that fate brought us back together. Joyce asked her if she had any kids and she said she didn't. Julie told us that she wanted kids and so did her husband. Her husband must have been a real asshole. She said that the reason he said he cheated on her was because she couldn't have kids and he was going to find a woman that could. That was when she divorced him. She did tell us that she did go to the fertility clinic to see what her problem was and if it could be fixed. After her checkup the doctors at the clinic said she didn't have any fertility problems. It must be her husband who had the problems. We talked to each other most every day and had dinner together at least three times a week. Whenever my daughters and I were going to any type of program, sporting event, movie or play they always asked Julie to come with us. It was three months before we even made love. It was after we went to the movies with the girls and I dropped them off at our house and took Julie home. She asked me in and asked me if I loved her. When I told her I did she told me to prove it to her. It was then that we made love for the first time and it felt like it was meant to be. After I got home my daughters said it took me long enough to get home and I detected a smile from them. Valentines Day Dinner The next morning they asked me, "Dad, do you love Julie?" "Yes, I believe I do," I answered. "Does she love you?" they asked. "She said she does. Why are you asking me this?" "Why haven't you asked her to marry you? Is it because of us? Dad, we really like Julie and we want you to be happy." I hugged my girls and told them how much I loved them. They would always be first in my life. "We love you Dad and we know you will always be there for us, but you need to be loved too and we know Julie loves you." **** My girls were at it again. They told me that Julie asked them at school if we would go to the Olive Garden with her on Sunday. She had something she wanted to tell us. It sounded suspicious but I told them it would be fine. After they went out I called Julie and asked her about the Olive Garden. She told me that the girls had told her that I wanted to tell her something and asked her if she would go to the Olive Garden Sunday. She asked me what I thought they were planning and I told her they wanted us to be together and apparently we weren't moving along fast enough. It made Julie laugh and she said she really loved the girls. It reminded her of how mischievous we were when we were young. I changed the pattern of our talk and got a little more serious. "Julie, do you want to marry me?" I asked. "Is that a formal proposal or are you just asking me my opinion?" "I don't know, I love you and want to ask you but not over a telephone." "Then, let's wait till Sunday and you can try again. David, if it makes a difference I have always loved you for as long as I can remember. I'll see you Sunday." I wanted so badly to ask the girls what they were up to but I wanted to see it through. When we got out of church on Sunday we had an hour before we were to meet Julie. I asked the girls if we were suppose to meet her at the restaurant or pick her up. "She said to meet her Dad," replied Sherry. They were fussing over me again and I knew they were up to something. I just had no idea what it was. We walked in the Olive Garden and Sherry stated to the greeter that we were with the Julie Pelfry party. I looked at her wondering what was going on. The greeter took us to a private room and I saw Julie, her parents whom I haven't seen for years, my parents and my sister, her husband and two kids were also there. "What's going on?" I asked. Julie spoke first, "I'm sorry that I lied to you about not telling Sherry and Kerry that I asked them to bring you here today. So you know they didn't lie to you. I did asked them to invite you here today. Thank God you said yes. You were right when you said the girls wanted us to get married. "I've talked to them many times and they kept asking me if I loved their father and if I wanted to marry him. I told them I did but I was waiting to be asked in case you didn't feel the same. They felt that you were worried that I would come between you and them which I would never do. "They wanted us to be a family which I wanted also. They suggested that I forget formality and ask you to marry me. So, we set up this dinner with our families so I could stack the deck against you. "So David Miller will you marry me? You better say yes or I'm going to look awfully foolish." I looked at everyone who was waiting for my answer. I reached in my pocket and pulled out an engagement ring and said, "I was going to ask you the same question. Yes, I'll marry you." Julie came up to me with tears in her eyes and we kissed. I slipped the ring on her finger and kissed again. My daughters hugged me and also hugged Julie. I heard them tell her, "We did it!" We had dinner and I talked with Julies parents about how they have been. Our parents renewed old friendships and agreed to see each other more often. Epilogue We got married a month later with mostly family present and a few friends. Life at home seems so much happier. Julie is like a mother to the girls and is always there to talk with them when they need something. They call her Julie at home but Mrs. Miller at school. They say it seems so funny calling her Mrs. Miller. It's been almost a year since our wedding and the girls came in the family room and turned off the TV. I knew something had to be up. "Ok, what's going on? I was watching the game." "Dad, what Julie has to say is much more important than any old game." Julie walked in and said, "Dave, I'm pregnant." My mouth flew open and the girls were saying things like 'We're going to have a brother or sister in six months. Isn't it great Dad?' I was surprised that she told the girls before she told me but I was happy that they were that close. It turned out that it was a boy and a baby brother for the twins. Life for us has changed but we are a very close family. We spend a lot of time together, but at night Julie and I have our private time and we make love and sometimes just cuddle. The girls came up to me and said, "Dad, we were always worried about you and what would happen after we graduated and went to college and started a life of our own. Now you and Julie have each other and we don't have to worry about you any longer. We love you Dad!" I had tears in my eyes knowing that what they said was true. * Thank you for reading my story Comments are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear