Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... then we did that. She was a better dancer than I was, but I worked hard to keep up. Our friends, most of who knew we weren't a couple, often commented how good we looked together.

Bobbie occasionally danced with other friends as well when we were out, but never accepted an invitation from strange men, for pretty obvious reasons. As pretty as she was, she never lacked for attention from either men or women.

Most of the men who approached her took her soft rejections well, but not all. She had just returned to our table after dancing with one of our friends, John, when a guy I'm guessing to be about 10 years younger than her had a problem with her turning him down.

"Oh, come on, babe, I'm better than that guy you were just dancing with, or that guy you're sitting with. Come on, give me a shot," he demanded, grabbing her wrist and trying to yank her back to the floor.

I'm on the thin side at 6-2, 180, but I was still in pretty good condition at 41... and regardless, I would never let anyone handle a friend like that. I clamped down on the arm that was holding Bobbie's wrist and twisted. The youngster howled in pain and released Bobbie's wrist... which proved to be a big mistake. Once free of the man's grasp, Bobbie turned into him and swiftly raised her right knee. Did I mention that she played soccer in college? The young man crumpled to the floor, but not before his face hit the table on the way down. By the time the bar manager and a bouncer got to our table, the ...

... young man was curled up in the fetal position with his face a bloody mess. The police were called, and after we all gave statements, we were assured that no charges would be made against Bobbie or me.

"I appreciate the help, but Al Clarkson's daughters were taught self-defense by the time we started dating, regardless of who we were dating. That young man made a really bad mistake tonight," Bobbie said.

"I like the way your dad thinks. Let's get him to teach Elinore the next time he and your mom come out to visit," I said.

We had moved into a five-bedroom home a couple of years earlier and done some remodeling, so in effect we had the equivalent of two master bedrooms with en suites. We also had a large family room with a built-in snack area, so we often had Elinore and several friends hanging at our house. Bobbie and I became de facto parents to several teens, and honestly, we both loved it.

I knew Bobbie had been dating the same woman for about two months when she invited her to a Saturday dinner with Elinore and me. I figured the woman had to be really special when Bobbie kicked me out of the kitchen completely and made what I considered her best dish: veal parmigiana with spaghetti.

At least visually, Stephanie Ellis was really special. If Bobbie was an 8 to a 9, Stephanie was a solid 9 to a 9.5: big brown eyes, porcelain skin, curly dark brown, shoulder-length hair and the body of a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model.

"Damn, Dad, you need to let Mom find ...