44 comments/ 63527 views/ 180 favorites Dad and the Emo Girl By: Romantic1 Dad and the Emo Girl I confessed, "A few times. I've had massages, and once even got a manicure, but for the most part I left the spa treatments to my wife." "I'm sorry your wife died. That must be hard." Colly had remembered our earlier discussion. "I've become philosophical about it now. Death is the price we pay for life. I do believe in karma and reincarnation -- that we're spiritual beings having a human experience, so I expect Alice will come back in some way and our paths will cross again and again in some way. Maybe she'll wait for me, and we'll come back together, maybe as brothers or sisters or one of us the parent of the other." "Cool concept, almost like science fiction." "No one knows for sure, so maybe it is. If I think about it that way the loss isn't as depressing. Kids your age shouldn't be thinking about death anyway; as I'm sure everyone tells you, you've got your whole life ahead of you. You just became an adult, so life is what you make of it now." "Yeah, kind of scary whenever I think of it, like if I make one bad decision now it'll haunt me the rest of my life." "So, make good decisions." "How do you know how to do that?" I thought a minute and reached back into my mental archives. "There's an old, spiritual Native American story in which a father tells his child about the huge battle between two wolves that live inside each of us. One is evil. It is anger, jealousy, guilt, inferiority, revenge, lies, arrogance, intolerance, and ego. The other is the good wolf. This one is joy, peace, hope, harmony, serenity, kindness, empathy, truth, faith, and most of all love. The old man is quiet for a while, and the young child asks, 'Which one wins the fight?' And the wise old Indian tells him, 'The one you feed.'" Colly thought about that for a while. "I get it. Base my life on the characteristics of the good wolf, and I'll make good decisions." I nodded. "Sounds pretty black and white. The world comes in many shades of gray, so you'll find there are some tough calls here and there. I guarantee you'll make some bad decisions if you haven't already, but don't lose sleep over them -- you're human and screwing up occasionally is part of what makes us who we are. Many people have said that the test of your true nature is how you recover from your screw ups." "Have you ever screwed up? I mean, when you were my age?" "Oh, sure. I wasn't a bad kid, but I did some nasty things now and then, just to see what they were like -- vandalism, for instance. Afterwards, I felt really bad. A few times I went back and made what I'd done right. If it involved someone I'd hurt in some way, I went and apologized or tried to mend the situation. I remember breaking up with one girl to date another; I regret doing that because I never got to apologize to her. I was learning how to feed the good wolf, but back then I was learning by trial and error. As you get older your moral compass becomes a little more evident in your decisions -- your value set and how you think about others come into play." Our conversation took a new direction into less profound areas. I worried about getting a little preachy, so I put the ball back in Colly's court to get her talking about things she was interested in. After about ten minutes, Colly headed off to the rest of her life, and I gave up my people watching for the day. Dad and the Emo Girl I led us out to the car, and we made the short drive to the Club. I completely forgot about the impact of my walking into the Country Club with Colly on my arm. Alice and I had been well known, and many of our old friends were Club members. We'd been golfers for a decade before the fascination with the game waned, particularly as Alice got ill. There was nothing improper about my starting to date. Indeed, several of the members had me to dinner to introduce me to potential girlfriends months earlier. Yet, when I escorted Colly into the dining room, obviously as my date, a hush fell over the entire room, until from obvious embarrassment several of the tables picked up the noise level again. I saw every head in the dining room turn in our direction, and I smiled and waved happily at a few friends as the maître d' escorted us to our table. After we were seated, I whispered to Colly, "I'm sorry; I totally forgot what a scene I'd make with you on my arm, yet I'm so glad you're here with me. You make me happy in a way no one else can." Colly leaned forward and put her hand over mine in an intimate and flirty gesture. "I'm glad I'm here with you. I'm glad I created a scene with you, and I'm glad I make you happy. You make me happy too." She blew me a kiss, and I know that about fifty other people in the Club saw her cute little display of affection. I thought about how it might be interpreted, and there was only one way: it was a flirty and intimate gesture by a young woman to a mature man. We ordered, and I politely stuck to bottled water for the two of us, lest I create some kind of problem with Colly's age and the bar. Two couples Alice and I had known well stopped by our table on the way out of the dining room. I stood and took great pleasure introducing 'my close friend Colly' to each of them. I didn't elaborate, and inside I'd started to laugh at the ridiculous situation we were in -- me, older guy, with gorgeous and stylish pretty girl over forty years younger. I could see the drool forming in the corners of the mouths of the two men, and I thought I saw a slight purple hue in the women. Colly and I had a pleasant dinner. I waved to a few other friends, and Colly smiled politely at them as well. I could well guess I'd be the talk of the Club for at least the next day or so. After dinner, I walked Colly around the Clubhouse, showing her the ballroom, the golfing end of things, the gift shop, and some of the other amenities. We then left and headed home. In the car, Colly burst out laughing. "Oh, excuse me, I can't help it. That was so much fun, but I've never been close to any situation like that except to see it in the movies. I've been play acting for the past two hours." I chuckled and said, "So have I. You made quite an impact, and I know we'll be the talk of the Club tomorrow. Everyone gossips in a place like this; well, not everyone -- I've always kept my mouth shut about stuff that didn't affect me directly." Colly was still laughing, "I directly impacted you tonight. Those two couples that stopped at our table were shocked to see us. I know one of the women saw me blow that kiss to you earlier. They wanted to ask a thousand questions, but everyone just speculated and moved on. They were so funny. I would have answered their questions." I chuckled, "You might still if they catch you alone somewhere -- shopping or the ladies room or even your art store, if they recognize you." In the house, I did my usual habit of dropping my wallet and keys on the kitchen counter along with a few coins. Colly said, "You leave your wallet out all the time. Aren't you afraid I'll steal money from you? I told you I did it with my mother." I turned to her and said, "No. I trust you, and you know it. I hope you also know that if you need money, I'll give it to you without question and without anything expected in return. All you need to do is ask." Colly got serious, "Why? Why treat me so generously?" "Because I like you -- a lot. I know enough about you to know that you wouldn't do something I thought frivolous with it, and even if you did it would be all right with me." Colly came and kissed me again. We stood there holding each other and looking into each other's eyes. Colly stepped away, towards her bedroom, and then did something that surprised me to the core. She turned and said, "You've seen one of the piercings that I didn't take out tonight, and I've watched you study it. I want you to touch it." With that she slowly pulled up her top so I could see her navel. She had a small piercing there with a dangling jeweled chain about two inches long. I'd seen it when she swam, but I'd never commented on it. I said, "I like it." Colly said softly, "I have other piercings you haven't seen." Those words were no sooner out of her mouth than she pulled the top she wore up over her breasts and then over her head. She then removed the thin bra she wore, and stood there nude from the waist up. Colly's breasts were firm and ripe, full, and each easily a large handful of erotic female flesh. I felt myself harden instantly at the forbidden sight of her tits that I'd resisted ogling when she swam in the thin bra. For the first time, I could see that each nipple was pierced with a small silver barbell. On her left breast was also a tattoo of a small red heart emblazoned with the word 'Love'. She pulled my hand to her mid-section. I stroked the area around her navel piercing. She reached and pulled my hand up to her left breast. I used one finger to touch her nipple and the piercing there, and then reluctantly pulled back. Colly gave me a coy smile and then covered her breasts with her blouse. She looked expectantly at me, clearly wanting to hear my opinion. I finally muttered, "Colly, you're beautiful, and I think I like those little barbells too, and now I know another one of your tattoos. I like the heart and its location. Love for me is part of a spiritual connection, a connection I feel with you." She laughed in a teasing tone; "Maybe I'll show you more another day." She blew me a kiss, and disappeared into her bedroom. The next morning, I was up and happy to see Colly, although she was back with the Emo Girl look. She hurried around the kitchen having breakfast and making a lunch to take with her. She had a morning art class at the college, and then a day working at the art store. That afternoon, I decided to cook something for dinner, although that was one of the tasks that Colly thought she should do as part of her 'rent.' I found some beef tips and prepared those over some rice and vegetables. Everything was ready when she walked in the door. I smiled broadly at her, and said, "Welcome, home." Colly came to me in a thoughtful mood, with glassy eyes that betrayed some underlying deep emotions. "No one has ever said those words to me before. I'm so glad that you think of this as my home; it's a dream come true for me. Coming from you those words are extra special. Thank you." She kissed me, and I again realized that I liked kissing her a lot and didn't want to stop. Yet, I let her set the pace for whatever would happen in our May-December relationship. I wanted to go at the speed of light, but I didn't want to overpower the poor girl with my own feelings. The next morning, Colly appeared in a stylish outfit assembled from her new closet of Alice's things: a pretty blue skirt, an off-white blouse, low heels, and a preppy looking jacket. She looked beautiful again. After breakfast, I walked out to the garage with Colly as she was heading to the college for another of her classes. We'd been living together for a couple of weeks, and I found the arrangement wonderfully satisfying. I liked having her around. I liked the presence of someone else in the house, even if she were only in her room puttering around or studying. Sometimes she'd come and watch television with me, and we often ate dinner together. As Colly got to her car, I said, "Colly, I hope you stay around a long time. I like having you here -- a lot." I reached over and rubbed her arm in a polite way as I spoke. Colly came and hugged me. She said, "And I like being here. Thank you." I got a peck on the lips, and then she was off. I could tell she wanted to do more but knew she didn't have the time. I watched Colly drive away. With her around, my whole attitude about life had changed. I'd stopped going to the mall to 'people watch' because I felt lonely. I made a 'to do' list for the house, and started to do task after task, fixing a dozen small things around the house each day. I'd wanted to write some short stories, and I got started on a few of those. I felt ebullient and happy about my life, and I knew it was because of her. Having Colly in my life also made my heart beat faster, and I felt so much younger. I'd worried seeing Colly dressed in Alice's clothes, thinking that I might be trying to rebuild some image of my late wife by having Colly wear her things. I couldn't resonate with those ideas. Colly was her own person, and I knew who she was every second. I wasn't fantasizing about Alice. As I thought about it, I realized I'd given that up long before she died. Colly got back from her job at the art supply store and a shopping trip about seven. I'd given her money for groceries, and she had bought enough food for a week's worth of dinners at home. By the time we got the groceries inside and put away, I thought it was on the late side. I said to her, "Instead of starting dinner now, what say we go out again, my treat?" She smiled at the idea. I could tell she was a little tired from school and work. Moreover, I wanted to show off my pretend girlfriend who remained dressed in that sexy short skirt and blouse. Twenty minutes later, we were seated in a popular seafood restaurant near the marina. I asked Colly, "This is the first day I've seen you go out to school or work when you've not been wearing black. Did any of your friends say anything?" Colly grimaced but laughed. "Yeah. Excuse my language, but I got a whole ration of shit from some of my friends. They accused me of giving up the 'cause,' except I don't know what the 'cause' is that they're talking about. I tried to explain that I needed to move on with my life, about my mother taking off, and even about moving in with you, but they either didn't listen or didn't care." "I'm sorry they gave you a hard time. For what it's worth, I think you look beautiful. I thought you looked nice in black too, but this is better in my eye. I know you'll wear both." After dinner, I drove us by a TCBY to get desserts. I think I endeared myself to Colly's heart for life by buying her the ice cream. I got such a smile of delight. The little girl in her came out. We ate leaning against 'her' car and talking about art classes she wanted to take in the future. I made note of what she talked about. Back home, I suggested a movie, and had her scroll through some of the online movies until she found a movie she wanted. I dimmed the family room lights and sat down in my favorite chair. Colly came and stood in front of me. She said, "That won't do at all. Get up." I got up, and she pulled me over to the sofa, got me seated in the middle, sat tightly against me, pulled my arm around her, and then curled up against me. This was a really overt sign of affection by her, and this greatly exceeded anything prior. Before the movie had gotten underway, she was kissing me, and I positively was kissing back. Our kisses escalated to French kisses, a pleasure I'd missed for decades. Not too much later, Colly pulled my hand to her breasts, and I understood immediately what I was supposed to do to make her happy. We kissed, and I fondled her from outside her clothing for quite a while as the movie played on the TV. About halfway through the movie Colly unbuttoned my shirt so she could run her hands over my bare chest. My sexual temperature was rising, and I felt that I was slowly losing control. Colly stopped, pulled her sleeveless blouse over her head, and then whipped off the lacy bra she'd been wearing. She snuggled against me again, and pulled my hand back to her breasts. I briefly rubbed my palms over her tits, and then lowered my head and slowly licked and sucked on her nipples. I felt that I had to be careful because if I got too carried away, I might hurt her in some way because of the small barbells that pierced each nipple. Colly must have read my thoughts. "You can be a lot rougher with them. You don't need to baby me. I'll tell you if it's too much, but that's unlikely. The studs are there because they make me feel sexy, and when someone plays with them, like you right now, it drives me to distraction ... and I want you to distract me a lot." She kissed me hard again, and then pulled my head back to her breasts. This time I started to use my teeth and to pull a lot harder, extracting the teat away from her body and then even swaying from side to side as I held the little barbell in my teeth. Colly moaned and arched her back up into my face. "Oh, yes! You know exactly what to do me. Don't stop." I applied all my skills to please her, running my hands around her bare skin, but keeping things 'in bounds' to the areas she'd revealed to me. Colly moaned and squirmed next to me in obvious pleasure; pleasure I was so glad to be able to provide to her. After ten or fifteen minutes of this kind of oral pleasure, Colly took one of my hands and thrust it down between her legs, hiking her skirt up in the process. The message was clear. As we French kissed, I ran my hand up and down her thighs, inching my way closer to her pussy with each incursion near her nether region. Even as I started to massage the outside of her undies, I was wondering about my own ability to satisfy this young woman. Oh, I wanted to, but I wasn't sure how far she wanted to go. Did she want intercourse? Was I up for that? Did I need a condom; I didn't have any in the house. Could I even be a lover who would satisfy a passionate nineteen-year-old woman? I wished I was twenty again with the libido and staying power I'd had back then. Colly moved, and with both hands and a boost of her hips suddenly pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. Her skirt went next, leaving her naked beside me. She launched herself into my arms again, and her lips to mine, and her tongue deep into my mouth in the most passionate kiss of my life. I pawed at her pussy, running two fingers through her slit, feeling her opening, and feeling the wetness of an oversexed girl. I sank two fingers into her, and Colly came immediately, her back arching and forcing her body into mine as we kissed. She moaned in happiness. "Oh, God, Doug. Ooooooh." As her climax passed, I started to massage the interior of her vagina, enjoying her sexual aroma as it filled the room and her juices saturated my fingers. I slid off the sofa to be in front of her. I put her legs over my shoulders and put my mouth directly on her slit, licking up the wetness, and driving my tongue into her vagina and across her clitoris. As I reinserted a couple of fingers, I heard Colly above me say, "Oh, fuck. I'm coming again." Colly held my head to her pussy, and I went still as I felt her spasm. When her bliss had passed, I went back to gnawing and licking on her private parts. She tasted divine, and I wanted to consume her. I went nonstop for fear this might end, and I'd never have the opportunity to be near another woman the rest of my life. I wanted to at least die a happy man. I brought Colly to two more orgasms with my renewed attempts at cunnilingus, an activity I hadn't used for well over a decade or two. Colly eventually moved me away. She stripped my clothing away, and went down on me. Her initial moves at fellatio were tentative, and she looked up at me with her pretty eyes, but then she started to deep throat me on every fourth or fifth bob of her head over my cock. I could feel the head of my cock slip past her tonsils and go partway down her throat. "Oh, God, Colly, if you do that anymore I'm going to cum." She nodded as though she understood. I added, "If I cum, we can't make love for a while. I'm a mature man and I'll be spent and need time to recover." Colly pulled off me and said, "Then you'd better start fucking me, because I want you to cum inside of me. I want to feel you. I want to make love with you." With those words, I joined her on the sofa as she opened herself to me. I sank my cock into her sweet pussy, and amid the kisses, we started to make love or to fuck, I wasn't sure at that point just what we were doing beyond fucking, but I knew something bigger was happening. At that moment I didn't care except to bring pleasure to Colly. I wanted this to be special for her, because for me this was heaven. I mumbled, "Protection?" "Don't worry. I'm fine. Pill. Cum inside me." Only a few minutes later, I did. I jetted a record volume of cum from my inner core deep into Colly's pixie-like body as she hugged me to her and told me how happy I made her. I was ecstatic, and I know I showed my true feelings with hugs, kisses, and smiles. I hadn't felt an orgasm like that in years, if ever. The climax was a peak for me both physically, mentally, and spiritually. Instead of collapsing atop her, I rolled us slightly to our sides, but tried to remain inside Colly. She liked that. We continued to kiss and paw at each other's bodies long after my climax, and long after the movie ended. There was more here than a simple fuck -- an act of sex between a horny male and a needy female. I briefly studied the feelings in my head and my heart, and resolved to return and study them when not in the heat of the moment. The vectors of our relationship had dramatically changed. After a while, my flaccid dick slipped from her body leaving a trail of wetness along her sexy thigh. I noted the spot on the rug I'd have to clean tomorrow. I picked her up and carried Colly to my bed, where I did everything I could to pleasure her again, even going down on her again despite my own cum leaking from her quim. Colly eventually stopped me, but not until I'd delivered another orgasm to her. As we cuddled, I said to her, "I found your other tattoos and piercing, and I like them." Colly had a small loop in the hood over her clit positioned so it would rub against her in aroused situations, and above her mons several small stars in a random pattern. Colly explained, "The stars were an impulse, but the piercing down there rubs my clit and gives me a warm, sexy feeling all over. It reminds me I'm a female and that I love sex ... and now I love sex with you, because when you use your mouth or when you fuck me you stimulate me in oh so nice ways down there, and you bring me to orgasm faster and repeatedly. Do you know, no one has ever eaten my pussy before you?" "Your pleasure is my pleasure. Have I told you how much I want you here with me, like this, forever?" Colly shook her head slightly, and then launched into a very passionate kiss that signaled she felt the same way. We held onto each other tightly and went to sleep. Dad and the Emo Girl I held her close and returned the thousand kisses we shared. "Do you have to work today?" "Only in the afternoon. We can do this all morning. Isn't that lovely." She gave me an excited grin. "You'll wear me out." "Is that bad?" "Not a bit. I relish the thought, but I'm not one of your young bucks who can recover in five minutes and fuck all day long." "We'll see about that," Colly said with a grin. The second blowjob of the morning was better than the first although it was more like a half hour until I was ready again. We sixty-nined, and I brought her to several orgasms as she worked on my tool. Soon, I was pumping my cock into Colly's body as she wrapped her legs around me and urged me ever deeper into her body. I lasted a long time, and then came again. We changed positions often. Two orgasms back to back, plus one the night before. Maybe I wasn't as worn out an old man as I thought I was. I ate Colly to two more climaxes after that, feeling satisfaction at bringing her pleasure. About eleven o'clock, Colly and I showered and she got dressed for work. I slipped on some shorts, and went downstairs to make coffee and prepare a brunch for the two of us. When Colly appeared, she was in full emo regalia again. The lip and nose rings had returned, along with a curved stud in her left eyebrow. The full array of jewelry in her ears was there too. Moreover, she wore her all black clothing with her black boots, the silver chain, and the streaks of color in her hair -- today bright green and blue, with a lock of her pretty hair dipping down across one eye. Colly rationalized, "Most of today's customers are from the college's art school. They feel more comfortable dealing with someone like me instead of Miss Preppy. Oh, don't get me wrong, I like Miss Preppy, but I'll sell more and get more commissions on the big-ticket items today if I dress this way, at least according to the owner." Colly came and kissed me. I could feel the lip ring against my own lips, as well as the coarseness of her clothing against my bare chest. Remarkably, I didn't mind either, and I found the lip ring a sensuous addition to our kissing. I kissed each of the piercings around her face and ears, and offered to go lower, but she stopped me with a naughty laugh and the word 'Later.' She whispered, "You brought me such pleasure last night and this morning. Thank you so much." After a kiss, she added, "We will do it again tonight." Just the thought of a repeat engagement in my bed with her made my cock stir with sexual excitement. That afternoon, I studied male potency and recovery, and put in an 'emergency' call to my physician. He laughed at my request, but was quite helpful. He correctly guessed that I'd started in with a younger woman. I didn't tell him she was nineteen and horny, and that if I died I would go out a very happy man. After an additional hour on the Internet, I stopped by the pharmacy, bought a dozen bottles of different vitamins, hormones, and herbs, and filled a prescription for Viagra. I couldn't help but think what a foolish old man I was trying to keep up with a nineteen-year-old 'hottie,' but I was eager to try. Even if nothing further happened, I would remember last night and this morning the rest of my life. In the clear light of day, I also got some perspective on Colly and the sex we had. I didn't want her doing what we did out of a sense of obligation or repayment for my kindness. I, on the other hand, was falling in love. Colly got home at six-thirty. She explained she'd done very well during the afternoon. She urged me to come down to the store sometime while she was working so I could see all the great things they had for aspiring artists. She went off to change her clothing, and when she returned she'd returned to the Miss Preppy look, barefoot in a short skirt, and a long sleeve top. "You don't have to keep switching back and forth for me, you know." "Oh, I like this. I feel as though I'm schizophrenic. I have two personalities now: Emo Girl and Miss Preppy. It's like the dark and light sides of my life. I feel like a little kid doing dress ups when I switch from one to the other." I switched our conversation and held Colly in my arms so I could look into her eyes. "Colly, about last night and this morning ... I loved every second of what we did, and I want more ... but not if you're having sex with me out of a sense of duty or obligation or a feeling you have to pay for the small favors I've given to you." Miss Preppy maneuvered me into a chair and sat in my lap. "Doug, I wanted to make love with you because I like you and I need you ... and I have strong feelings inside me for you. You and I connect on many levels, not just physically. Yes, I'm grateful for your small favors, and they're big ones for me, but I know you didn't expect any repayment and that just made me want you all that much more. If I have any sense of duty or obligation, as you put it, it's because I feel your commitment to me and our spiritual connection. I know you're on my side and are trying to please me and make my life easier. Do you know how sexy that is for someone like me?" I shook my head. "Well, it makes me want to fuck your brains out morning, noon, and night. It makes me want to spend every hour with you, hopefully in your arms and kissing you. It makes my heart beat faster." "I feel that way about you. I think I lo..." Colly interrupted me, "Then, don't worry. Just take our relationship as it comes." I worried the 'L' word might scare her, so I backed off a little. "Colly, I'm over forty years older than you. The way I feel about you is very special, but I don't want to hold you back from a life with your peers. I want you, but I also want to give you your freedom ... freedom to find a long-term relationship outside what we have. I'm not sure how good I'll be at that, but I'll be trying." She kissed me on my nose, "You worry too much about the age thing. We'll take each day as it comes. If other people appear -- for either of us -- we can examine what to do at that time." She laughed, "Maybe we'll bring them into our love life; now, that'd be interesting." After agreeing with her dismissal, including her hint at group sex, I told her I wanted to take her to dinner and to a club for dancing. Colly looked pleased. She hopped up, flashed me her boobs, and then picked up her skirt to show me she had been naked under the garment the whole time she'd been sitting on my lap. She ran off to the bedroom with me close behind. In the bedroom, Colly stripped her clothes off and encouraged me to go down on her pussy, eating around her little stud and fingering her vagina until I brought her to a lovely orgasm. I would have stayed there all evening, but she made me stop and promised me full access when we got back from what I had planned. I loved how she teased me. I helped Colly pick out a cocktail dress from Alice's wardrobe; it had never been worn, and we cut the tags off the outfit. It was a red sequenced number that hugged Colly's curves like a racecar on a hairpin curve. The skirt was short, and the neckline plunged. I wanted to run my hands all over her body again, but resisted. Colly found a pair of red spike heels that matched the dress perfectly, and also screamed 'fuck me.' The rest of Colly's appearance perfected the image of a fashion model: hair, make up, posture, clothing, and how she moved. She was sophisticated yet demure ... as demure as she could be wearing a dress like that. Colly blew the modest and coy image away by hiking up her skirt to show me that she wore no panties. When I reached for her, she batted my hand away from her pussy with a laugh. I tried to make my old addled brain adjust to being with a hot horny woman. Dinner was at an upscale restaurant called Ike's. I'm sure the other diners in the place thought that Colly was either my granddaughter or, more likely, that I was a dirty old man who had hired an escort for the night. Colly's outfit did have a certain 'hooker' quality to it, and I think she knew that so she played to that role. The club I picked was called Epiphany. It was known as a meat locker for the younger set. I probably doubled the average age of the place by my presence. At least, I'd dressed appropriately to better blend in with the crowd of macho young turks preening themselves by the bar as they gazed around the room at the various combinations of young ladies who had started to fill the place. They were like lions on a hunt, stalking their prey, and preparing to pounce. A twenty and a promise not to allow her to indulge in alcohol at the door had gotten me into the place with an underage girl. We got a table and ordered our drinks. When they arrived, I escorted Colly to the dance floor and tried to emulate the other couples and singles around us dancing to the accentuated beat of the music a DJ was pumping into the place at a volume only the deaf might appreciate. I knew I was out of shape after two minutes, but I could tell that Colly was barely warming up. Two young men appeared beside Colly, and started to dance with her. I motioned for her to join them, gave her a wink, and then faded off the dance floor so I could go to our table and watch. In a way, this was what I wanted to happen; I wanted her to meet handsome, virile, hunky, and well-to-do young men near her own age. I watched the bump and grind Colly went through with the two guys. I tested my feelings to see what I felt as I watched her, particularly when some kind of dirty dancing started with one and then both of her partners, for instance, her being sandwiched between them as they tried to kiss her and grind their cocks into her body. Did I feel jealous, possessive, insecure, afraid, anxious, angry, threatened? Yes, I felt every one of those emotions, and I also felt sexually aroused. I was the guy who had eaten her to a beautiful gushing orgasm only a couple of hours earlier. I was the one that had sex with her the night before, and then again this morning. I hoped I'd be the guy she went home with that night. Just the thought that she might go home with someone else and that sex might be in the offering made my stomach tighten so much I thought I might lose my dinner. I watched as one of her dance partners started to slide the red sheath of the dress up her body. The dress got right up to the top of her thighs, and I prepared myself to see the unveiling of her pussy in the crowded club, but Colly dropped her hands and pushed the dress down again. I laughed when I saw her wave a finger at the perpetrator as though to say, 'Naughty, naughty.' He laughed, turned her around, and patted her pretty ass as she waved it in his direction. I had a flash of the threesome dancing nude in some motel room, the men's cocks straining to get near Colly's pussy, and then one of them capturing her, lifting her up, and dropping her onto his shaft as she wrapped her legs around him. I felt my dick harden at the thought of watching her have sex with someone else. I wondered if I could really stand to do that or whether I would implode with ugly feelings. I felt the beginning of a love relationship with Colly. Earlier in the day I affirmed to myself that I felt 'in love.' I didn't want to lose that feeling. The sex had been great; something I hadn't experienced for years owed to Alice's long illness. That precious experience had just returned to my life again. More than that, I just loved having Colly near me; we didn't have to be having sex or doing anything specifically. Colly was out on the dance floor bouncing around like a rabbit with the same two guys. Now and then one of them would yell something to her or she to them over the din of the fast moving music. There was nothing intimate or romantic about this club, at least with the fast paced music blaring and the lasers sweeping over the crowd. Suddenly, the fast paced music that had been playing since we arrived stopped, and a slow number came on -- just as loud but a song that invited intimacy and closeness on the dance floor. The song was sexy and suggestive. The lights dimmed further, and the frantic laser lights disappeared. My imagination kicked into gear, and I imagined the two studs she'd been dancing with closing the space to her body and sandwiching her between them as they kissed her all over, and rubbed their hands over her body, even under her dress to her bare cunt. I imagined her having an orgasm in front of everyone in the club there on the dance floor, her eyes closed as two hands fondled her sex under her dress -- even revealing her sex to the club. I blinked away my fantasy and looked for Colly. I couldn't find her on the dance floor. I saw one of the men she'd been dancing with, and then the other; they were alone and heading to the bar. Before I could form another fantasy that both aroused me and made my insides turn, Colly flopped down in the chair beside me fanning her face with one hand. "Egads, I'm beat. I feel as though I've been running nonstop for miles." She laughed and drained her glass of faux beer. She had a rivulet of sweat on each side of her face running down her cheeks. She was flushed, and looked happy. I felt glad that I'd brought her to this place. I said thoughtfully, "I thought you'd slow dance with one of your partners." She shook her head, "I don't want to give them the wrong idea. I'm here with you." She looked at me intently and tuned into the look on my face and no doubt the feelings deep in my soul. I think she read every thought and every emotion I'd been feeling for the past twenty minutes as I'd watched her with the handsome young men. Colly reached over and took my hand. She leaned in close to me, "No, it's more than that. I'm not just 'here' with you ... I'm with 'you,' whether we're here or not ... and whether we're together or not." Colly bit her lip, and I knew she wanted to say something but couldn't. The look she gave me all but said 'I love you.' Colly hitched her chair right next to mine and leaned into me. She ran her hand along my thigh, stopping just short of my package. She pulled my arm around her shoulders, and allowed my hand to drop dangerously close to where I could cup one of her breasts. She turned and smiled at me, a cross between lust, love, and naughtiness. I ran my other finger along her cheeks capturing her beads of sweat, and then I sucked the moisture into my mouth in a sexy way as we looked at each other. I kissed her nearest temple. I felt her hot body nestle into mine. I was the luckiest guy in the whole room. We danced some more, and feeling more relaxed, I watched Colly gyrate and dance with several other people -- a mix of guys and gals probably slightly older than she was. This time I could smile and even laugh at some of the dance moves. I thought it amazing what one or two sentences and a look of love from her could do to change my attitude. I made some friends at the table next to ours, and when Colly came back we chatted with the other couple over the din of the music. Eventually, we headed home. I could tell that I'd delivered an enjoyable evening to my date; Colly bubbled about dinner and the club all the way home. Without a thought, Colly came and took a shower in the master bath with me, and then came into my bed, and we made love before going to sleep with her curled up naked in my arms. She was cuddly. The next day, I started to ask Colly what she was thinking about our relationship. I barely got a dozen words out, before she came and kissed me to stop me from talking. She held a finger over my lips and said, "Don't over analyze what's going on. Just take and enjoy what's happening between us." She kissed me again and went back to fixing our fancy Sunday brunch. I nodded in agreement, and figured that actions usually spoke louder than words. Any questions I had would eventually have obvious answers by how she acted towards me, and conversely, questions she might have would become answered by how I behaved around her. I wanted to be a good live-in boyfriend. By trial and error, I discovered that Colly was a romantic at heart, much as I was. Thus, at random intervals, I brought her flowers, a romantic card, or a small gift as a surprise. I gave her a large surprise about two weeks after we'd gone dancing. Her summer art lessons were ending, and we'd talked about other courses the school offered in media art and design, commercial design, and contemporary art history. I went to her college's art school, signed her up for the three courses she wanted, paid her tuition, and got a certificate of admission to the courses from the school's registrar. I presented it to Colly that night at dinner, and she screamed in joy and then sexually assaulted me -- with my help, of course, right in the living room to express her thanks. I didn't object in the least. When the fall semester started, Colly's courses meant that three days a week she ate lunch on campus. I squirrelled little love notes into her sandwich bag, or drew hearts on her napkin. I wrote a few corny poems, but they came from the heart and told her in a dozen ways that she was my favorite, that I was glad she was in my life, and eventually that I loved her. When I wrote her the poem that said, 'I love you,' Colly came home from work that night almost teary. She came into my arms and kissed me, and then pulled the poem out of her pocket. She read it aloud back to me, and then said though teary eyes, "Do you really mean that -- that you love me?" "Yes, I do." I resisted saying more because time and again when I'd started to say those three words, she'd stopped me in some way, almost as though she didn't believe someone could care about her that much. She sobbed and threw herself into my arms. Through her blubbering she said, "Me too." I got a hug stronger than anything I'd ever felt from her. After that, I could tell we were closer to each other in more dimensions than just physically. I liked the expression 'mind, body, and spirit,' and thought of our connections that way. We really did have the spiritual connection that had love as its core. That said, we still weren't telling each other that we loved one another except that one evening. We were showing it with kisses, and touches, and little presents or surprises, and of course by constantly making love as often as we could. More often than not, I could keep up with Colly's sexual urges, not to mention my own. A few times, Colly would get depressed and teary for no reason at all, or her period would come and she'd be cranky, abrupt with me, or moody. I rolled with it, and always welcomed her into my arms. I learned to just be there for her, to open my arms, not say a word, and hold her until she was ready to move on with whatever she wanted to do. I offered the house as a meeting place for her and her friends. I expected she'd met some other kids her own age at school that she might want to socialize with, and I told her I wanted her to feel free to invite them to the house and even to put a party together if she wanted. I volunteered to make myself scarce if she didn't want me around, but she scolded me for thinking that way. Colly and I planned a Halloween party, and had fun doing up the house with decorations. I wore a toga and Colly dressed as Tinkerbelle with a micro-skirt, a cute hat, and little wings on her back. Halloween night, we not only gave out a hundred treats to the neighborhood children, we also had thirty guests, mostly Colly's age, but I slipped a few neighbors into the mix to diffuse the 'isolated old man' image I might have felt. I took delight in introducing Colly to our neighbors, one or two of whom we'd met at the Golf Club when we dined there. I didn't explain our relationship; I only said that she was living with me. I heard one middle-aged woman ask Colly if she were renting a room, and Colly said, quick as a flash, "Oh, no. I'm Doug's long-term steady live-in lover." I guess if I wanted clarification about my status in Colly's eyes, I'd just heard from her, and she'd sort of used the 'L' word. My neighbor about dropped her teeth, but smiled and politely said, "Oh, how nice." Dad and the Emo Girl I didn't want to be clingy during the party, and so I let Colly set the pace. I did kiss her at one point, and she lit up like a Christmas tree and kissed me back in front of everyone else there -- a long lingering kiss of deep affection. After that, I'd do little things like touch her as I went by, or stand with my arm around her when we were talking to someone, or just hold her hand. I let Colly be clingy with me, and I enjoyed every second of it. At that party, I learned she liked to show others that she and I were together in a romantic way. Publicly touching each other did that for her. After the last of the guests departed, I pulled Colly to bed leaving the clean up until the morning, and we just lay there holding each other and talking about the party ... and then talking about nothing important. We were just enjoying the act of being together and having a transcendent experience. Shortly before Thanksgiving, I took Colly to the local animal rescue shelter as a surprise. When she realized where we were and why we were there tears came to her eyes. "You mean I can have a pet?" she said in a voice that showed how awed she was with the possibility. Two hours later, Max had joined our family. He was a small Australian shepherd puppy with brown tones, mostly black fur, and a white chest. Max still had his tail and could smile. We stopped at the local pet store on the way home and bought about five hundred dollars worth of food and things every dog owner must have. I smiled internally at how happy Colly looked as she walked around the pet store with Max on his new leash. Colly proved to be a good mother to Max, and the two of them bonded instantly. Max adored Colly as much as I did, and I pointed that out to her. She beamed. She fawned over Max constantly, and also started to teach him tricks and tried to housebreak him, although I could see that was going to be a slow process. Max had a cage beside the bed, on Colly's side of course. Max needed to be walked, and this proved a boon to our relationship because Colly and I started to take long walks with Max, walks where we talked about all sorts of things important to us. Those walks brought us closer and closer together as a couple, and we both acknowledged how our bond of 'togetherness' had strengthened. I always affirmed to Colly that I enjoyed her living with me. Another crisis hit the second week of December. I say 'our,' but in fact it was more 'my' crisis much as watching her with two young men at the dance club months earlier, and fantasizing situations far removed from reality. Colly had made many friends at the college taking her art courses. They'd decided to have an end of final exams party the night after the last exam. I sensed it was students only, no spouses or partners, and so I urged her to go and have a good time, admonishing her not to drive if she'd been drinking. I even told her I'd come pick her up when she wanted to come home. I didn't fret until about nine o'clock. There was nothing good on TV, and I'd already walked Max twice our normal distance just to kill time. I wondered what Colly was doing, and whom she was with. I knew her classes were a mixed lot of boys and girls, and I started to have small fantasies about the kind of sexual activities she was involved in. As the evening progressed, my imagination had created some truly wild scenes that would have made Caligula blush. By midnight, I was sweating bullets, and by one in the morning I was a basket case. I kept walking Max every hour, but kept my cellphone at my side. I tried to doze in the living room, but couldn't sleep. I cried for a while, believing in this single night I had lost Colly to some unknown group of people from whom she would never return. Colly came home at one-thirty in the morning. Max bounded across the room to greet her. I stood and stared at her, trying to read her mood, what her night had been like, whether I had anything to worry about, and a million other questions that made me twitch with anxiety. She cranked her head to one side and studied me for a full minute before saying anything. "I thought you'd have gone to bed." I mumbled, "I couldn't sleep without you." Colly shook her head. "Oh. I didn't realize you were so dependent on me; I'm sorry." Her words sent a chill through me. I heard them as a callous rebuke of my feelings. She was sorry that I felt dependent on her for things. I eked out, "Did you have fun?" "Yes. We all did. I drank too much at the start of the night, so I waited a bit before I drove. So did a few of the others." After a pause, she said, "Shall we go to bed; I'm tired." I led the way into the bedroom followed by Colly and Max. Minutes later the two of them were fast asleep, but I lay awake trying to deal with my demons a good part of the night. I was grumpy the next morning, and probably looked like hell. If Colly noticed, she didn't say anything. She went off to her job at the art store, and I stewed about things all day long again. When Colly got home, I had dinner ready. I'd also put up the Christmas tree and put out a lot of decorations for the season. She smiled and praised my work, standing and admiring the tree for a full minute. She said, "When I was little we had a few Christmas trees, but as I got older no one in my family seemed to care. I always envied my friends who had a tree." I moved behind her and held her somewhat stiffly, not sure what had transpired the night before that might have changed our relationship. She turned to me and put her arms around my neck, "Doug, what's wrong?" I sighed. "It's just my wild imagination ... about you ... last night ... with your friends." Colly hugged me and asked, "Did you imagine me doing something with someone else?" I nodded and bit my tongue to keep from speaking. I knew if I tried to speak at that instant I'd break out crying. "And, you thought that I made out with someone and had sex all night long with a couple of guys. How did that make you feel?" I admitted in a choked up voice, "Confused to tell the truth. I felt bad, really bad that I'd lose you, but I also felt aroused thinking about you with someone else. I shouldn't try to hold on to you, I know; I'm so much older and you deserve someone younger and more virile. I feel blessed for every minute you are with me, like you're an angel, and I have only a limited time to spend with you." I paused and added, "Colly, I love you. I know I'm not supposed to say things like that in our relationship because it complicates things, and expresses emotions about 'us' that you don't want to hear, but that's how I feel. I really love you from the tips of my toes to the top of my head; I love you with every fiber in my body. I love you with my heart, my mind, my body, and most of all my spirit. I tell you that with the risk that it'll drive you away." Colly had tears running down her cheeks. "Doug, I love you too ... and I didn't make out with anybody or fuck anybody or do anything other than sit around and drink and laugh and be silly with my friends all night. Nobody did anything; it was kind of a boring party in that regard, and I kept wishing I were home with you." On that note, she burst into tears and buried her head in my chest. After a few minutes, she got ahold of herself. She took a deep breath and said, "OK, we have to talk about 'us.'" She pulled me to the sofa, had me sit, and then sat in my lap, but in a way so that we could see each other. Colly said, "Tell me more about how you feel about me, and don't worry you can't say anything that's going to make me run off. You won't drive me away." I took a deep breath, "What I just said; I love you in every way I can think of. I think you're amazing. I see so many character traits and values that I adore and that are important to me: kindness, thoughtfulness, willingness to work towards your goals, you're neat and organized, I love how you can change your personalities depending on your dress, you're enthusiastic, playful, and you put up with me." I waited a second and turned the question back on her, "And, what do you think about me?" She started slowly, "I hope you know that from the moment I met you, you blew me away. I feel awed by you. I'm scared sometimes, because you take such good care of me. I'm afraid someday it'll end, and I'll find myself out on your front lawn wondering what happened. I'm insecure. I want to give myself over to you completely, but part of me holds back in fear that you'll change your mind about me. I don't want to get hurt. My mother hurt me badly when she left; moms aren't supposed to do that to their kids, even grown up kids. I'd been hurt in other relationships before we met too, and they weren't as serious but I learned what getting dumped might be like, except in your case it would be disastrous for me. I love you so, but I'm so scared." Colly's voice ended with a little tremor in it. "Oh, Colly. I'm not going to dump you. I'm the one that's scared that you'll see another gray hair on my head one day, and wake up to being with an old man and just walk away. I don't want to own you or possess you, but I've developed such a love and need for you in my life. I hate to admit my dependency, because I don't want you to be here because of guilt or a sense of duty. I think of you like a precious butterfly on my finger; I get to enjoy you for a few seconds and then you're going to fly away." We were both crying and using our fingers to brush away the tears from our eyes and cheeks. Colly said with a sob, "I don't ever want to leave you." I said with a loud sniffle, "Maybe we could make a deal with each other -- a deal where we'd commit to each other about the things that are important, starting with always being here for each other." "... And loving each other," Colly added with a sniffle. "Doing all the things that loving couples do ... and even telling each other we love one another. I could do that if I know we'll always be together." I added, "I love you ... and we need to agree not to run away or throw anybody out the door without a minimum of a hundred years of discussion and debate -- and that means 'never.'" Colly hugged me tightly, so tightly I could tell she didn't want to let me go -- ever. She whispered, "Oh, Doug, I love you so. I'm yours. I'm a one-man girl, and you're my man. I love you." I thought for a moment and said, "Wait here, I want to get something." I moved her off my lap and went into our bedroom. I came back a moment later and sat beside Colly, so we were tight against each other on the sofa. I said, "I'm not trying to spook you out or make you run, and I don't think you will now. If this is too weird, we can reverse what I'm about to do in whatever way will make you happy." I opened my hand and showed Colly the diamond engagement ring I'd given to Alice when she was about the same age as Colly. Years later, we'd added some diamonds on the side, and years after that even bought a larger diamond. Alice had always said the ring had a high sparkle factor. I took Colly's left hand and slipped the diamond band on her ring finger. To my surprise, it was a perfect fit -- not too loose and not too tight. I said, "Marriage may not be right for us at this time, but a deep commitment is. I would love to be married to you, but I think it would rob you of a chunk of your youth that you have yet to enjoy without feeling the yoke of marriage. I want to give you your singlehood, but share it with you. I guess that's a crazy and awkward middle ground. If I know now that you're committed to me, and I know that where I am is your home, then I give you the freedom to be that butterfly. This ring was Alice's, and it represented our long commitment to each other. I'd be proud ..." Colly was holding my face and kissing me all over so I couldn't speak any more. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I'll wear it. I'll never take it off. I love it. I love you. I know what it means. I know how important it is -- how important this minute is. I want it. I want you. I commit to you now and for always. I love you. I love you. I love you!" Dad and the Emo Girl Each daughter took a glass of iced tea, but just held it as they continued to watch Colly serving Richard and me our tea. Colly's bend in front of Richard was just enough to give him a generous view of her cleavage without going beyond the bounds of propriety. We'd rehearsed this earlier with many laughs. Richard was gawking, because Colly looked truly 'stunning.' Even allowing for the grind of travel, Colly was the prettiest and most loving person in the room. Richard gave me a look that clearly said, "How did my much older father hook up with someone so hot?" I slightly shrugged, as though women like Colly happened to me all the time. The change of clothing apparently moderated my daughter's opinion of Colly too. While the conversation remained on the chilly side for a while, it gradually warmed. Colly did know how to cook, and she had prepared a beautiful pot roast with all the trimmings, including a small scoop of sherbet between courses just like they do at the Golf Club. I assisted with serving, but publicly praised her culinary skills in front of everyone. I also took a few minutes here and there to smooch with Colly, and whisper little words of love and support to her. I knew my kids' presence must stress her out, and I wanted her to know that I knew it and wouldn't let anything bad happen. I had talked to Colly ahead of time and guaranteed that my first allegiance and love was to her and keeping her protected and whole. I served us wine, and as agreed, I limited Colly's intake so she'd keep a level head. No one seemed to notice. Colly sat at one head of the table, where any hostess would take her place. She was poised, well mannered, engaging, funny, witty, and displayed a talent of getting along with people that far exceeded her years. More than all the traits that Miss Preppy might exhibit, Colly displayed her love for my family, even acknowledging things Alice had done to the house or worn. Throughout the meal, my eye kept catching on that sparkling ring on her finger. As dinner progressed, the questions my daughters had thrown at me earlier gradually got answered: how we met, how she'd suddenly needed a place to stay, how I wanted to help Colly with her schooling, and how we'd fallen for each other. Colly talked about her background as an Emo Girl and her transition to Miss Preppy, even talking about how she changed roles some days because of her work at the art store that catered more to 'emo types.' The fact that Colly and I both seemed rational and caring moderated opinions, not to mention Colly's own maturity. After dinner, I suggested that Richard and I walk Max. This was a delicate time, since I'd be leaving Colly with two vultures who might want to pick every piece of meat off Colly's bones without me there to protect her. Richard and I were gone about a half hour. I gave him free reign with questions too; however, he was very politic and simply told me that I'd found a gem of a girl, and that he'd be proud to have her as a step mother, although she'd be about twelve years younger than he was. He laughed a lot at the way age factored into the equation and about my daughter's reactions to such a young lover. I admitted to Richard that I hadn't even thought that if I married Colly, she'd be a stepmother to Fran and Elise, and be significantly younger than either one of them. That got me laughing, and as I did I felt much of the tension I'd felt regarding their visit evaporate. The humor of a potentially real situation gave me relief. Richard went a little further, "I've only met Colly today, and heard the various conversations between you. I never heard you refer to that ring as an engagement ring. I'll tell you right now, in my opinion, that if you don't marry that girl you are one stupid father." He grinned at me and gave a light slap to my shoulder to take the edge off his bite, but I got his message, not that I hadn't already entertained the thought for a few months. When we got back to the house with Max, he made a beeline for Colly who knelt down and loved him up in greeting. I caught a wink from her that indicated everything was cool. She suggested that Richard and I watch football while she and my daughters finished cleaning up in the kitchen and talked. I turned on the TV and found a college game, but aimed my ears at what was being said in the nearby kitchen. What I heard sounded like wonderful sweetness to me. The harmonious sounds of Colly asking about me, Alice, Fran, and Elise's childhoods, the kind of parent I'd been, where else they'd lived, their jobs, and a million other normal and kind 'get to know you' discussions. I could hear Colly sharing more of her background as well. Eventually, Colly came and sat in my lap and kissed me. She whispered, "Bedtime." We excused ourselves. I went to lock up the back of the house, and Colly went to the master suite. As I came back through the living room, Fran stopped me and pulled me into a daughterly hug. She said to me with tears in her eyes, "Good choice, Dad. I love her." Elise repeated the gesture, "We love her, Dad. She's a keeper. I wish I'd been that mature at nineteen. Heck, she's more mature than I am now." As we hugged, Elise said in a directive tone, "Dad, marry her." I had tears of joy in my eyes when I went into the bedroom. Colly looked at me with a worried look. I shook my head, and finally got my tongue. "You passed with flying colors. Three A-pluses from your toughest critics. They love you ... but not as much as I do. Richard and Elise told me I'd better marry you before you get away, and Fran would have said that first if she hadn't been interrupted by her sister. So, I was thinking that'd make that ring on your pretty finger an engagement ring, but to make it official, 'Will you marry me?'" I hugged Colly to me. She said enthusiastically with teary eyes that matched my joy, "OH, YES. Absolutely yes. Yes, with no doubts or reservations. I will love being married to you, and I've thought about it from the moment we met ... but as you know I was scared for a while. I'm not scared now. I love you." She held out her left arm and studied the ring. "I like the idea that this is an engagement ring too. It's time we cemented this relationship." We stood opposite each other and slowly removed each other's clothing. We found this something we liked to do; it was arousing, sexual, and always led to our making love. When we were nude, we kissed passionately. Colly pulled away from me, with a naughty look in her eye. "Well, three A-pluses; let's see whether I can get an A-plus for making love tonight." She leaned in and kissed my first tattoo; an ornate heart on my upper arm with the word 'Colly' inscribed inside it. I'd also gotten another tat on the back of the middle finger of my right hand, a simple heart with the letter 'C' in it. My daughter's hadn't noticed either of those yet. I started to tell Colly what a great partner she was and how much I loved her. I couldn't believe how sweet her kisses were that night as we fell onto the bed and made love.