Karen jerked violently, almost falling out of bed. Startled she answered timidly, "Yes… who…"
"It's me Dad." There was a pause. "If you want to get up now I've got some late breakfast for you."
Karen couldn't bring herself to call the stranger outside her door "Dad." She called out, "All right, Mr. Lind." Then remembering that she hadn't showered. "I want to jump under the shower first. Be out in ten minutes or so."
"Fine. We have a lot of getting acquainted to do."
She heard faint steps as he retreated down the hall. For a few minutes more she lay quietly, then sighing resignedly, she crawled out of the comfortable bed and moved toward the shower, not daring to look at her nude body in the mirror across the room. Inside the shower she turned it to high so that the stinging jets of water covered her quickly as if to wash away the guilt. She soaped herself thoroughly, not pausing at her pussy too long for fear of what might happen. When she felt clean she washed away the lather and just as suddenly turned the shower off and stepped out. She rubbed her body briskly with the towel until she felt as if the blood were going to pour from her skin. Finally she felt clean.
Since she had unpacked only halfway, there wasn't too much of a selection from which to chose a dress. The only pair of panties available were the sheer red ones she had vainly purchased when she had gotten the black ones. She slid her body into the tight brief panties and still felt nude, then not bothering with a slip she merely pulled a light sun dress over her body. She fluffed at her hair until she felt halfway presentable, then she noticed that the red panties showed plainly through the thin material of the white, dress. Well, he would just have to get use to it, she decided, after all she was his daughter-in-law, and certainly he wouldn't think any lewd thoughts at the way she dressed. Besides, she rationalized, all her other clothing were waded and wrinkled from the trip. She'd have to do the laundry before she would have a choice of what to wear.
As she walked toward the kitchen she smelled the bacon frying and, too, the beautiful aroma of coffee penetrated her nostrils. She was hungry all of a sudden.
Quickly she breezed into the kitchen and said cheerfully, "Good morning."
"Good morning yourself, but I'm afraid you're a little late. It's afternoon. Almost two."
"Oh, I'm sorry… I, uh," Karen stammered, puzzled.
"Hey," his voice was cheerful and teasing, "I don't mind a lazy daughter-in-law, especially one that's as cute as the one I have." He grinned and his wide face was pleasant.
Karen eased herself into the chair he had pulled from the table. "Sit and have some coffee while I finish the bacon. Then I'll throw on a couple of eggs.
"Oh, please… I should be doing this."
"Hey," he said again, using his favorite expression. "You're my guest today. Then we'll let you spoil me."
Karen studied him as she sipped at the hot coffee. He was much bigger than Jerry, wider in the shoulders. His black hair held only a wee bit of grey and the grey was in the right places. Instead of giving him an elderly look, it made him appear maturely handsome, she decided. There wasn't much of a paunch around his middle either. Something just didn't fit. She had thought, since he was in the hardware business, that he would be milky white and chubby from being indoors.
He turned now and smiled at her. "Do I look all right to you?"
She blushed.
"I don't bite and we are going to be friends." He put the bacon on her plate and then turned to the stove to prepare the eggs. In a while he was turning back with the eggs.
"Now eat. Later we'll go for a swim, then we'll talk."
That explained it, Karen thought. He's a swimmer. That's why he's in such fine shape for his age.
"I love swimming," the father-in-law said. "In fact I go everyday. I had this pool put in five years ago and I have really enjoyed it. After my wife died from a heart attack, I decided that I wasn't going to become a slave to my business the way she was. I let Jerry run it until he went into the service. When he left I hired a good manager. I spend only a few days a week there. The rest of the time I enjoy life…" he paused as if to let the words soak in. "'Course I'll have to watch that Jerry doesn't get into the same rut his mother did. I might have to teach him a few tricks."
Karen looked for a double meaning. Maybe the man could teach his son a few tricks, at least a few that would help her out when she was in bed with him. She blushed again as if the man sitting across from her could read her thoughts.
They made small talk for at least another hour. Karen liked the man.
But she still couldn't bring herself to calling him "Dad."
"Mr. Lind," she started to say.
"Hey," he cut her off, "let's get rid of this mister stuff. I know you're stiff around me, and that's normal. Why don't you just call me George. That's my real name, you know. Okay?"
She nodded timidly, "Okay, George." It seemed more comfortable to her tongue. He was so at ease around her that she found her self being drawn to him in a closeness that she had never experienced before… not even with her mother. She decided that she liked the man. He was so much different from his son. Jerry, who at first had been cheerful and fun, was in the past few days taken to brooding. He told her that he wanted to get into the business and learn everything he had forgotten.
Karen knew it was just an excuse for him to stay away from her. He didn't seem able to cope with his inadequacy to fulfill their marriage vows.
Later Karen and her father-in-law went into the backyard and sat on the patio overlooking the pool. Karen relaxed for a while, then got up to stretch. She stood for a long time letting the sun burn into her face, feeling it wash away her uneasiness and tension.
She thought George had fallen asleep until he spoke.
"You have a beautiful body, Karen."
She turned quickly flustered. "How, what to you…" At loss for words she could only sputter. Even as she searched for something to say she felt the crimson flush creep up her body.
"Standing there like that, in the sun. With that thin dress on, I could see everything you have, and it's beautiful." He said, this quietly as if he meant it as a compliment and not as a forward person would say it. It didn't seem to be lewd at all.
Yet Karen felt she should do something or say something.
As she stood there she realized he was still looking at her outline.
Quickly she returned to the shadow of the house.
"Did I embarrass you?" He was very solemn. "I'm sorry if I did. I didn't mean it that way at all."
"I, uh, I…" She still couldn't bring herself to speak.
"Look, young lady," he raised himself to a sitting position and patted to a spot on the lounge chair beside him. "Come here and sit. I'm going to give you a brief lecture."
Karen looked at him to see if he was serious. He was, she could tell.
Meekly she walked over and took the offered seat. She sat stiffly, waiting to see what he was up to. Maybe her mother was right. Men could be brutal without even laying a hand on a person.
"Have you ever been close to a person, Karen?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean have you ever been close enough so that you could say or do anything you wanted to without ever worrying about the other person's reactions? Now…" he paused, then continued, "that's what a friend is. Have you ever had a close friend?"
Karen shook her head slowly even before she thought about it. "No, I guess I haven't."
"You, young lady, and I are going to be friends. We're going to have to trust each other if we're ever to make a man out of your husband."
Karen looked at him abruptly, fear showing in her face. What did he mean by that?
"Jerry talked to me about his problem."
Suddenly it dawned on Karen, exactly what the man was getting at. Oh, for Heaven's sake, did her husband tell everything to his father?
Surely not. Oh, dear, she would never be able to face anyone again. The thoughts kept running through her head. She wanted to jump up and run, to hide, to get away.
"For a couple who plan to spend the rest of their lives together, you two sure got off to a bad start."
"I… I don't care to discuss it," Karen said, fighting back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Why, oh, why did Jerry have to discuss their problem with his father. It was just too personal. They could have worked it out themselves. Damn him! Damn him! she kept uttering the curse words over and over as if that would help the bitterness and fright she felt.
He was speaking again, but Karen couldn't bring herself to face him.
"You and I are going to be frank, my dear. We're going to talk this out. And, be damned, if I have to teach you about sex so you can teach my son, then I'll do just that." He reached out and patted her on the leg.
His touch burned into Karen's flesh, sending ripples up through her body. She jumped up and ran into the house, fearing what the man might be getting at. Once in the house she stumbled into her room and flung herself face down on the bed, letting the sobs come.
She was left alone for about five minutes. The door opened slowly and her father-in-law walked in. He walked across the room silently and sat down.
When Karen felt the bedsprings creak she stiffened. Was he going to rape her? She shuddered violently now.
George placed his hand on her back in a tender caress. Slowly he rubbed the smooth thin dress that concealed her bare braless back. As he rubbed, he talked.
"Karen, sex isn't dirty or something you have to keep hidden in the closet. Hell, it's a natural urge. If you don't have the urge, then something definitely is wrong. It's having the urge and not being able to do something about it that we're getting to. You're a normal woman, with natural urges, it's not dirty. It's natural for you to have these urges. Now take Jerry. He has the urges but something is holding him back. You're going to have to learn to have patience with him so you can teach him. You're going to have to give and not take. If you do this I can assure you that in a few weeks your sex life is going to be beautiful with Jerry."
Karen tried not to listen, but his words were mesmerizing to her, and she felt her body relaxing. The steady tone of his voice, his warm hand caressing her back… the words were beautiful and were beginning to make sense to her, yet it was completely different from anything she had ever experienced.
Now his hand brushed back the hair from her neck and shoulders so that the mass of blonde hair cascaded across her head and onto the pillow.
"You have such beautiful hair, my dear. Your skin, too. So lovely, so soft, so easy to caress. I want you to relax completely so you can listen to what I'm saying. I want to help you, Karen. Help you so you can help Jerry. I love my son, and I want to love you too, dear. So trust me."
She wanted to! God! She wanted to, but down deep her mother's voice kept saying, "All men are brutal, all men…" and Karen shivered.
"There, there, little one, relax," his smooth deep voice kept saying.
And she did just that.
His hand felt so comforting.
"I know how frustrating you must be feeling, Karen. You expected the sex act to be grand and beautiful, but instead you were left cold, stranded, unfulfilled. To love is to give. By giving you receive so much more in return. Sex is good, so good."
Karen's body was completely at ease now, and she didn't even tense when his hand moved from her back again to the bare side of her neck. Slowly his hand caressed her there, moving all the way around her neck, sending shivers of delight and pleasure throughout her body.
"We're going to help your husband, my sweet. I'm going to teach you all I know about love and lovemaking. I'll teach you what to wear to entice him into the bedroom, and I'll teach you some tricks that will bring out the best in him. If you gain some experience then you can better understand his problem and therefore you can help him."
George was caressing her bare shoulders now. With his other hand he reached and unsnapped the metal button that kept the dress together at the top of the zipper. Then slowly he started unzipping the back of her dress.
Karen felt again in a dream world, it was as if she couldn't separate reality from fantasy. It was wrong, she thought, that her own fatherin-law would be doing this to her, yet it felt so good and he kept telling her it was all right. Maybe it was, she didn't want to make up her mind either way. The wonderful feelings she was experiencing at this moment were too sensational to disturb.
When he had her unzipped all the way, George put his hand against her bare skin and Karen almost jumped, the heat was so strong. Slowly he caressed the smoothness of her white skin. "We're going to have to get you tanned up, my sweet," his wonderful smooth voice said to her. "I want you to buy the skimpiest bathing suit we can find so you can tempt and tease and get suntanned at the same time." His hand was moving downward now, almost to the arch in her spine where the fullness of her voluptuous buttocks spread upward.
Karen found herself holding her breath, afraid he was going to fondle her ass and afraid he wasn't.
His hand did neither. Instead of moving on down to her plumpness, it moved on over to the side of her, slowly and caressingly. Each time it moved seismic waves of pure pleasure raced through Karen's body. Even now, the moisture was beginning to make appearances between her thighs.
Oh, it's so much better to have a man's hand rubbing my body instead of my own. Will he keep on, she wondered. I hope he does. I want him to.
Oh God! I want him to. I do need a man's love. I need sex! Then she became confused because she had said, man's love and not, husband's love. Oh, it was all so confusing. But George was so kind and patient.
Jerry needed to learn from his father. But then, George couldn't very well do these things to his son. It was up to her, she realized. Yes, George can teach me and I'll teach Jerry. Now with this decision behind her she felt completely at ease. All she wanted now was for this wonderful, wonderful man to continue his manipulation of her body. She didn't want it ever to stop.