My Daughter's Boyfriend

by Julia von Finkenbach

Copyright Julia von Finkenbach 2012.

Smashwords Edition

The doorbell shook me from my afternoon nap. Stretching wide, I walked down to the front door, wearing nothing but the shirt and panties I had slept in. I wondered who it might be - my daughter Laura had gone shopping with her friends, and the postman had already finished his rounds. Through the milky glass of the door, I could see the shape of a man. Just as I reached the door, he raised his hand to knock. "Yeah, yeah" I grumbled, mentally cursing all who had the nerve to call on somebody at such hour. I opened the door to find a young man with unruly hair standing there, clutching a duffel bag and wearing baggy Jeans and a faded t shirt that may, at one point, displayed the head of Che Guevara. He looked at me in utter surprise, as if he had expected someone else. His eyes quickly roamed my body, lingering for a second on my breasts straining the shirt. He swallowed audibly when he glanced down and saw my bare legs.

"Yes?" I said, folding my arms under my breasts and pushing them upwards a little, making his eyes jump all over me again. "Uh..." he said, eyes darting left and right before settling on the hallway over my shoulder, "...is this Wilson Drive number 47?" I nodded, as if the big number next to the door wasn't proof enough. "Err..." he made, looking more and more like a lost puppy. "Is...er, is Laura here? Maybe?" he stammered. "I'm sorry, she is out with her girlfriends." I said and smiled. His smile quivered a little. "And you are?" I asked, even though I could make a very educated guess since Laura had mentioned that her new boyfriend might stay a few weeks with us while college was on summer break. He gave a small, nervous laugh. "Sorry, I'm Jeff. I'm Laura's boyfriend." From the way he looked, this had probably not been the way he had hoped the first meeting with his girlfriend's mother would go.

"Well," I said with a smile, "Laura is going to be out for a couple of hours. Why don't you come in?" I stepped back to let him in, and he happily followed. I walked down the hallway back to the living room, while Jeff dumped the bag and looked around nervously. "You're gonna stay there for the next two hours?" I called back, and he sheepishly walked into the living room. "Sit down." I said as I was walking into the kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink?"

He gingerly sat down on the sofa. "No, I'm good." he called back. He looked over to me when I came back, carrying a cup of coffee. Just as quickly, he looked away again. It was obvious that I made him nervous - not that I could blame him. I had had Laura when I had been just out of high school, and I still looked pretty good for a woman of her late thirties. I sat down opposite from him and crossed my legs. Instantly, his eyes darted to the area between them, and he swallowed once more. Despite his baggy pants, I could see a bulge in his jeans, and he shifted awkwardly to conceal his erection from me.

"So, uh, is your husband still at work?", Jeff awkwardly tried to strike up a conversation. Unfortunately for him, he had picked the wrong topic. "I don't know," I said, "he moved out a few months ago to live with his new girlfriend. True love, if you want to believe him." I was over it, as far as one could get over such a thing. Now I was just waiting for the divorce to go through. Laura, too, had found a few choice words for her father and was otherwise fairly much done with him.

"Is he insane?", Jeff suddenly asked, no longer appearing nervous at all, instead frowning deeply. "Who would leave a beautiful woman like you..." He caught himself quickly and blushed. "I mean, err...I didn't mean to offend..." he stuttered. "Thank you." I said with a cheeky smile, "You're not half-bad looking yourself. I'm almost jealous of Laura." He smiled broadly and blushed prettily. "Why, Mrs. Johnson, are you flirting with me?" he asked, and we both laughed. "The name is Sarah." I said. "And I am flirting with you."

It was true, too. I had no idea why I was doing it, but I was certainly flirting with him. Perhaps I wasn't over my husband's betrayal after all. If he could get a young secretary, then I could try to get a college student. The looks Jeff gave me certainly showed that I could still turn heads. It felt good. It felt naughty. Here I was, brazenly flirting with the boyfriend of my own daughter! "I'm sorry, you must think I have no shame..." I said. "No!" he all but shouted, jumping to his feet, "Not at all! You are a beautiful woman, any man should be happy if you...well..." he drifted off and sat down again.