I used to keep putting things off. I’m not much better now, hopeless at facing up to difficult situations. So it was Dad’s 50th birthday celebration do and I still hadn’t introduced Tim and Dad. I knew they have to meet if were going to have a future together then but they seemed so different. Dad’s brash, single minded, a bit of a bully if I’m honest and Tim is anything but any of these. He’s not bothered about the trappings of wealth whereas Dad is. If he didn’t have a new Roller every two years he’d worry people would think he wasn’t rich, wasn’t successful. Yes, I suppose that’s the biggest difference, the way they measure success. Tim thinks you’re successful if you have a well-rounded personality, if you’re kind and generous. Dad measures his in possessions that show he’s wealthy.
And then there was where I lived. I wasn’t proud to still living at home at 19 when most of my school friends had moved out. And I knew our home wouldn’t be Tim’s taste. It’s flashy. You go up a long drive past trees and shrubs and the tennis court. Opposite this is the house and you can see over the top, as it’s a bungalow, to the lake. Inside is brash. The kitchen’s nice, big with granite work surfaces, very modern. Tracy got Dad to have a new kitchen very recently and she’s obviously got good taste. The lounge is awful, vast with trendy modern uncomfortable sofas, marble topped coffee tables, a huge painting on one wall and a glass wall overlooking a swimming pool. The whole effect is brash, bright and sterile. Dad and Tracy’s bedroom is in the same vein. I suppose I thought that once I took Tim here he’d think I’m like this, flash and brash, and go off me.
Anyway the problem is it was Dad’s celebration and Tim had to be there. Dad planned a huge event in a hotel where they host these things. All the staff from the business were invited, as were the family and there were a few others as well. He’d loved to have had really famous personalities as well but because he spent all his time working he didn’t really know any. I think it was just the Mayor, her husband and the local Tory MP and his wife. I worried what Tim would make of it all. And I worried what Dad would make of Tim’s hippy appearance and laid back manner. I even worried whether he’d have a suit.
The evening started with drinks at home for the family and then we were taken in a stretch limo to the hotel. Tim arrived dead on time and looked very smart in a light grey suit. I should have given him more credit instead of worrying. I introduced him to the family, Dad, Tracy, Craig, my brother, Jaqui, his girlfriend, Tom and Susan, my uncle and aunt and my cousins Nicola and Alisa. Mr Billington, the bank manager, his wife. Mr Davies, the accountant, and his wife arrived together a bit later.
“What an amazing setting for a house.” Tim said to my Dad.
“Do you think so?” Dad beamed, “So you’re Sophie’s new young man. You’ve certainly been putting a smile on her face.”
“Well I think she’s been putting a smile on my face too.”
Dad didn’t seem nonplussed by Tim’s long hair and made a lot of the fact that Tim was a graduate when introducing him. In fact I was amazed at how well they seemed to gel.
We were taken in a few stretch limos to this country house with a huge ballroom that was filled with, I suppose, 20 tables each laid out with 8 places, each with 3 glasses. There was a top table on a raised stage which is where we were told to sit. I sat between Dad and Tim. Aunt Susan and cousin Nicola were next to Tim. Tracy, Craig, Jacqui, Uncle Tom and Alisa sat on Dad’s left.
The food was excellent and the conversation seemed to flow. Then it was time for Dad’s speech, he always gave speeches when he had the chance. This one was actually quite good and his jokes went down well. We were asked to move off the top table as there was entertainment and they needed the stage area but they reassembled it so we could sit down and watch. We didn’t sit in the same positions and I got a bit jealous because Tim sat next to Tracy and seemed to be getting on very well with her. Stupid of me though, I’m sure Tim wouldn’t fancy someone her age, would he?
Mr brother, Craig, got really drunk and his girlfriend, Natalie had to help him outside, I presume, to be sick. He often disgraces himself. Its hard for him, being Dad’s son. People expect something from him but he’s only a lad trying to find his feet. I was disappointed though that he didn’t talk to Tim.
Tim said he’d enjoyed the evening, the food, the glamour and Dad’s speech but he thought the entertainment was crap.
On the way back in the limo I did something I’ve never done before. I’d worn some knickers with a split in the front, I think they call them crutchless and I suppose wearing them and being a bit drunk made me feel randy. So, and I blush to recall it, took his hand and placed it on my thigh. I let it rest there for a few minutes. He was talking to someone on the other side of the isle. So I took it and put it right on my fanny. I don’t think he registered straight away although I’m sure I was wet down there so I put my hand down and opened the split up so his fingers were right where I wanted them. Then he understood. I don’t think anyone noticed what was happening. It was quite dark in the limo and I tried not to breath heavily. How embarrassed I would have felt if he’d found the experience disgusting. However afterwards I noticed him surreptitiously put his fingers to his nose and then smile appreciatively and wink which made me feel lots better. I squeezed his hand in thanks.
When we arrived back home and spilled into the lounge Dad was in his loud, domineering frame of mind so Tim and I escaped upstairs. I suggested he stop the night as he obviously couldn’t drive home. Our little intimacy in the stretch limo had obviously turned him on and we had a very passionate lovemaking session before we both fell asleep exhausted.