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

Take it Easy - Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque

... actually used to be pretty high up in an illegal auto-trafficking organization. I've got the tattoos to prove it." When my eyes widened, he laughed for the first time that day. "I'm just kidding. About the tattoos, anyway. But remember, I am a doctor. So if you hurt Emily, I'll know how to break you." "Only sort of kidding this time." He added. "Come, it's only fair that you see my car, now." We walked around to the other side of the parking lot. "Wow!" I exclaimed when he gestured to a sleek gray sports car. "A Vantage? Is that a V12 S?" "Indeed it is." He proudly confirmed. "I've always had a soft spot for Aston-Martin." I admired his car for a few more minutes, eagerly asking questions. The Vantage has always been one of my favorite sports cars. Eventually, I realized that we had been out there for quite a while and apologized for keeping him so long. "It's no problem at all. Come, let's go get some refreshments." He beckoned for me to join him on a quest for champagne. "So, Emily tells me you're a fan of classic rock?" "Yes, sir. The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Eagles..." "I think we're going to get along just fine." He assured me. "You know, I've performed surgery on some famous rock stars." "Really?" "Yes, but I'm not legally allowed to tell anyone who they were." He winked in a way that showed that he had a subtle, but devilish sense of humor. "Very mysterious." I laughed. I did my best to continue impressing him until we returned to the ladies with ...

... champagne for him and Mrs. Osbourne. "About time, dear. I thought you'd finally left me." Mrs. Osbourne teased him. "I thought about it." He said in a serious voice that was accompanied by his characteristic eye-twinkle. "Now, Emily, dear, talk to your father. I'd like some one-on-one time with Aaron; I have to see for myself if he's as marvelous as you say he is." "Mom!" Emily blushed. "Marvelous, eh?" I grinned at Emily. She gave me a look that said I'd pay for that later. Mrs. Osbourne led me to one of the large couches in the sitting room and sat me next to her. "So, Aaron, I assume that my husband gave you the whole 'be good to my daughter' speech?" "Sort of." I admitted. "Well, I promise I won't do that, then. What I want to know is what you like about my daughter." That was sort of a curveball. I thought for a moment before speaking. "I like that she's smart, funny, energetic, beautiful, and down-to-earth. She always keeps me on my toes, but she's also incredibly kind and caring. She's like no girl I've ever met before." I felt a slight twinge of guilt as I thought about Ashton, who also fit most of those criteria, but I pushed it out of my mind. Mrs. Osbourne leaned back and swirled her champagne around in the glass with her long, elegant, perfectly manicured fingers. "I have to say, I'd expect no less from you." "What do you mean?" I asked her, though it seemed like she was pleased with my answer. "Emily speaks the world of you, so I expected you to do the same of her." ...