1. The Unforgettable Jemima


    Date: 10/7/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: footprint, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    “Orange.” “Dad?” “Thanks but I'm having coffee.” They all sat around the circular table. Paul placed a large, steaming bowl of rigatoni pasta with mackerel and seasoning in the middle and invited them to help themselves. In turn they spooned a portion onto their plates. “Smells delicious,” Sara said. They chatted about nothing in particular for a few minutes, then Jemima asked. “You and Mrs Quincy split up, Sara tells me.” “Few years ago. Then, after the divorce, she decided to go live in Spain, so Sara came to live with me.” “No offence to Mum, but Dad is so much more fun, ain't you Dad?” Paul blushed. “What about you, Jemima? What's your story?” “My family came over here from Korea when I was seven. I've got a younger brother, a balding father, and an overly-protective mother,” she joked. “What do you like to do?” “I'm into dancing, music, netball, usual teenage stuff. You?” “Looking after my daughter, working, usual adult stuff,” he joked back. “You work out?” Paul nodded. “Couple of times a week at the gym. Why?” Jemima mused. “You're not like all the skinny boys at school, that's for sure.” “You're doing final year GCSEs, like Sara?” “Sure am. My parents want me to become a lawyer one day. That ain't gonna happen. My favourite subjects are English, computers, and, of course, biology . Biology's a great subject, right?” He caught an unmistakable twinkle in her eye as he glanced her way. Despite the tightening within his jeans, but kept his reply innuendo-free. “When I ...
    was a school kid, it was one of my favourites too.” Don't flirt with your daughter's friend, he told himself. Toby sauntered into the kitchen then. He wrinkled his feline nose and glanced about, gave their new visitor an inscrutable stare, then continued on his way. “Toby,” Sara enlightened her friend. Jemima nodded. “He knows it's Friday. We always watch a movie or something on a Friday evening.” “He likes to reserve the chair by the window,” Sara added. They finished the meal and Paul tidied up the dirty plates and glasses. In the living room, Toby had indeed monopolised the sofa chair by the window, leaving one chair and the sofa free. Paul made himself comfortable on the sofa. “Why don't you girls select something.” Sara loaded up Netflix on the TV. “Anything interest you?” Jemima took the remote and scrolled through the titles. “I like thrillers,” she said, “or comedy. Here, look, a Billy Connolly stand-up show. He's hilarious.” Sara took the spare chair as the intro music started. “You don't mind if I snuggle up with you, do you?” Jemima asked Paul. She joined him on the couch, barely inches from him, wrapping her feet under her. “He's so funny,” she said quietly so Sara could not hear, “but I prefer muscles to funny men any day.” She looked over at him and caught his eye. There was no mistaking her meaning. Paul gulped. He stared back into her eyes as a wave of hair slowly tumbled down over her cheek. In the back of his mind his conscious nagged him again - she's your ...
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