Take it Easy - Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque

... him, even some that I didn't know. I drove to her house and walked in. Girls and their parents were milling about, some of them holding champagne glasses. I spotted Emily in the living room area, talking to a middle-aged couple that I could only assume were her parents. She happened to glance toward the door, so I waved my arms to get her attention. Beckoning me over, she smiled broadly. I pushed through the crowd and took a deep breath. "Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend, Aaron." Her parents turned to look at me, so I got my first good look at them. Emily's dad had short-clipped graying hair and looked to be in good shape, wearing a fitted gray suit. Though some of his features were visible in Emily, Emily's appearance obviously drew more from her mother, who was blonde and gorgeous: she was bustier even than Emily, had green eyes, and her incredibly tight dress showed off her long legs and hourglass figure. Also, she looked about fifteen years younger than her husband. "Nice to meet you," I smiled warmly, "I'm Aaron Moody." "Hmm..." Emily's mom began in her posh accent, sizing me up, "he's quite fit, dressed nicely... I guess he seems alright." She pinched my bicep and nodded, as if agreeing with her own assessment of me. "Thanks, Mrs. Osbourne. I can see where Emily gets her good looks." I decided that a little flattery wouldn't hurt, but I added a suck-up grin, just in case. "Ooh, this one's quite the charmer." She laughed breathily."And please, call me Alice. 'Mrs. ...

... Osbourne' makes me sound so old." "Tell me, Aaron, what kind of car do you drive?" Mr. Osbourne chimed in. He had a sort of military demeanor, straight-backed and serious-looking. I was taken off guard. "Um... A V8 Mustang convertible." He gave me a small nod. "An excellent choice; I quite like American muscle cars. There's a certain power in them that you can't find in British cars." I was starting to like this guy. "I agree, but British cars do have a sense of style and sophistication that American cars just don't." "Indeed, they do." He turned to Emily. "I like this one." Emily and I both let out relieved laughs. "How about you show it to me?" He requested politely enough, but the tone of his voice indicated that he was used to getting what he wanted. "Sure." I agreed, leading him to the lot, where my car was parked. "Now, while I am interested in seeing your car, I also want to make sure that you're going to treat my daughter well." "I understand, sir." "I'm not going to give you a speech or anything, but I do want your word that you will treat her the way she deserves to be treated." "Absolutely, sir. I promise." As I said that, I realized that this was the first time I'd ever been on the receiving end of a situation like this: usually I was grilling Nicole's prospective boyfriends. "Alright then," he offered his hand and I shook it, "show me that car of yours." After he inspected my car and gave me his seal of approval, he told me about the origin of his interest in cars. "I ...