Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to loopylou1. If it wasn't for
her I don't know how long it would have taken me to produce this chapter. I
admit I was a little stuck and not entirely sure where I wanted to go. As
amazing as she is loopylou1, had the foresight to tell me in her review
what she'd like to see happen in the story. Here's what she said: "Do you
wanna know what I'd like to see in this story? I'd like to see a
confrontation between Gordo and his dad because we haven't really seen him
yet. Take what you wrote about Mrs. Gordon over the dinner table, how she
put Gordo and Lizzie on the spot, and the things she said in the 'Farmer's
Market' chapter, they were just some of the many hilarious moments in this
story. Maybe Howard Gordon could catch Lizzie and Gordo up to no good, just
think about the American Pie movies, Jim and his Dad's conversations were
absolutely great, that's what I imagine Gordo and his Dad could be like.
Anyway its just an idea, its up to you what you wanna write."
I know I am not quite done, but we're starting to get close and yes, there will more than likely be a sequel. No worries—I know exactly where the next chapter is going—and hopefully it won't take me too long to get out. I write these things at work during my slow times.
On with the story...
Later that week, the day before the fourth of July, Gordo and Lizzie were busy doing what they liked to do best. They were lying on Gordo's bed making out. Brad and Miranda had found some rusty old bikes in the garage earlier in the week and had taken to going out for a bike ride every day. Lizzie and Gordo knew they were doing more than biking because Miranda's outfits had begun to include more accessories that covered her neck. They had begun to tease Brad and Miranda about the hickies, but both would just smile sheepishly and shrug it off. Luckily they only had to deal with Kate for that one day. Kate had pestered her father until he couldn't stand it any more and finally he relented and let Kate invite Claire to the cabin for the remainder of the week.
Gordo and Lizzie had become careless. They would forget and leave the door to the bedroom open. They knew that Brad and Miranda were out 'biking,' so they weren't worried about being caught. Typically Mr. and Mrs. Gordon had no reason to come to the upstairs level of the house.
Gordo was shirtless as was Lizzie. He was sitting near the edge of the bed and Lizzie was straddling him with her back to the door. She was kissing his neck and over her shoulder Gordo's face was fixed in concentration as he fumbled with the clasp on her bra. Gordo was getting frustrated. This was the first time he'd dared to try remove her bra and it was not going as planned. Lizzie had stopped kissing his neck and was giggling, "Do you need help?" She asked. Gordo was about to reply when his father, who had been standing in the doorway, cleared his throat.
Lizzie gasped then quickly grabbed her shirt from the floor and fled the room. All the color drained from Gordo's face as he put his shirt back on and turned to face his father. Gordo had never really thought about what this moment would be like if it happened; but now, as his father searched for words, he was sure he was in for a lecture. He was sure that his father, in his most serious tone, would tell him how disappointed he was and explain the morals he should be following. Slowly Mr. Gordon closed the door to the bedroom and pulled the desk chair closer to the bed where Gordo was sitting.
Gordo prepared himself for the worst. He sighed deeply then got the courage to look his father in the eyes. The look of surprise that crossed Gordo's face could not have been more complete. His father was grinning broadly at him. He then asked, "So, have the two of you gone all the way yet?"
Struggling to find his voice Gordo managed, "Uh....no."
"I could give you a few pointers, if that would help!" Mr. Gordon offered enthusiastically.
Gordo was semi-disgusted by his father's offer, but asked, "So, you're not mad or disappointed in me?"
"Heck no," his father said, "In fact I'm pretty darn proud."
Gordo had gone from surprised to confused, "So, you're actually supporting my uh...relations with Lizzie?"
"Yes, I guess you could put it that way. But, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm okay with it because you and Lizzie are in love and are probably meant to be together forever. The urges the two of you are having are very natural. I wouldn't want you doing these things with just any girl. But, with a girl you have a committed relationship with, I support it," Mr. Gordon said.
"You aren't going to tell mom about this are you?" Gordo asked.
"No!" Mr. Gordon said quickly, "You know how your mother feels about this issue; no sex before marriage. You and Lizzie need to be more careful. I know that we almost never come up here and I wouldn't have except we are out of clean towels in the downstairs bathroom. It very easily could have been your mother who came upstairs instead and if she catches you; there'll be hell to pay!"
Gordo nodded and said, "Dually noted."
"Your mother was a virgin when we were married, but I was not. Your mother has always felt very strongly that her children would follow her example and not mine," Mr. Gordon said. "I understand why she feels that way; but I also understand that we are not going to change your minds if you decide to go ahead with your relations. So I am choosing to support you and lend advice if needed."
"Um...thanks, I think," Gordo said, embarrassed by his father's honesty, "If it makes you feel any better, Lizzie has told me many times that she's not ready and frankly, I don't think I am either. Sure we've done some fooling around, but that doesn't mean we're close to going all the way."
"Very responsible and respectable of you," Mr. Gordon said, "But when and if you and Lizzie make that step I will support your decision and will be here if you need to talk."
"Thanks," Gordo said his face burning with embarrassment. He couldn't believe his father was discussing his sex life with him so openly and casually.
"Well, if you don't want any pointers," Mr. Gordon said with a wink, "I'll leave you alone. Just try to remember to be more discreet, and use protection."
Gordo blushed hotly and shook his head as his dad left the room. He was certain that he'd just had the most embarrassing conversation of his life. Although thinking about how the same conversation would have gone with his mother, he was grateful it had been his dad that caught them. The thought of the previous conversation with his mother made him shudder.
Gordo realized suddenly that he needed to find Lizzie and make sure that she was okay. He could only imagine how she was feeling. If he and Lizzie were ever caught fooling around by Mr. or Mrs. McGuire he'd probably die of embarrassment. The door to the girl's room was shut. Quietly he knocked on the door and received no reply. He knocked again then entered the room. He did not see Lizzie, but wasn't sure where else she might have gone. Just as he was about to give up and go look elsewhere, he heard her sniff.
Carefully he slid the closet door open and squatted in front of her on the floor. She was sitting on the floor of the closet with her knees up and her face buried in her crossed arms and she was crying. "What's the matter?" Gordo asked.
Lizzie was practically sobbing as she choked out the words, "Your father caught us messing around. He's going to tell you mother and they'll both hate me and never let me see you again!"
Gordo smiled and smoothed hair, "No, that's not true."
"Of course it is," Lizzie cried, "They're going to take you away from me and you're the best thing I have in my life."
"You have to listen to me, "Gordo said, "My father is not mad, and I can prove it to you by telling you that the first thing he did after you left was to ask if we'd gone all the way and if I wanted any pointers."
"Really?" Lizzie asked as she lifted her tear-streaked face from her arms.
"Really," Gordo said. "He supports whatever decision we make and will not tell my mother. We just need to be more careful so she doesn't catch us too."
Gordo helped Lizzie dry her tears as he told her the rest of the things his father had told him. When he had finished Lizzie felt better but wasn't sure how she'd ever look Mr. Gordon in the eyes again.
I know I am not quite done, but we're starting to get close and yes, there will more than likely be a sequel. No worries—I know exactly where the next chapter is going—and hopefully it won't take me too long to get out. I write these things at work during my slow times.
On with the story...
Later that week, the day before the fourth of July, Gordo and Lizzie were busy doing what they liked to do best. They were lying on Gordo's bed making out. Brad and Miranda had found some rusty old bikes in the garage earlier in the week and had taken to going out for a bike ride every day. Lizzie and Gordo knew they were doing more than biking because Miranda's outfits had begun to include more accessories that covered her neck. They had begun to tease Brad and Miranda about the hickies, but both would just smile sheepishly and shrug it off. Luckily they only had to deal with Kate for that one day. Kate had pestered her father until he couldn't stand it any more and finally he relented and let Kate invite Claire to the cabin for the remainder of the week.
Gordo and Lizzie had become careless. They would forget and leave the door to the bedroom open. They knew that Brad and Miranda were out 'biking,' so they weren't worried about being caught. Typically Mr. and Mrs. Gordon had no reason to come to the upstairs level of the house.
Gordo was shirtless as was Lizzie. He was sitting near the edge of the bed and Lizzie was straddling him with her back to the door. She was kissing his neck and over her shoulder Gordo's face was fixed in concentration as he fumbled with the clasp on her bra. Gordo was getting frustrated. This was the first time he'd dared to try remove her bra and it was not going as planned. Lizzie had stopped kissing his neck and was giggling, "Do you need help?" She asked. Gordo was about to reply when his father, who had been standing in the doorway, cleared his throat.
Lizzie gasped then quickly grabbed her shirt from the floor and fled the room. All the color drained from Gordo's face as he put his shirt back on and turned to face his father. Gordo had never really thought about what this moment would be like if it happened; but now, as his father searched for words, he was sure he was in for a lecture. He was sure that his father, in his most serious tone, would tell him how disappointed he was and explain the morals he should be following. Slowly Mr. Gordon closed the door to the bedroom and pulled the desk chair closer to the bed where Gordo was sitting.
Gordo prepared himself for the worst. He sighed deeply then got the courage to look his father in the eyes. The look of surprise that crossed Gordo's face could not have been more complete. His father was grinning broadly at him. He then asked, "So, have the two of you gone all the way yet?"
Struggling to find his voice Gordo managed, "Uh....no."
"I could give you a few pointers, if that would help!" Mr. Gordon offered enthusiastically.
Gordo was semi-disgusted by his father's offer, but asked, "So, you're not mad or disappointed in me?"
"Heck no," his father said, "In fact I'm pretty darn proud."
Gordo had gone from surprised to confused, "So, you're actually supporting my uh...relations with Lizzie?"
"Yes, I guess you could put it that way. But, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm okay with it because you and Lizzie are in love and are probably meant to be together forever. The urges the two of you are having are very natural. I wouldn't want you doing these things with just any girl. But, with a girl you have a committed relationship with, I support it," Mr. Gordon said.
"You aren't going to tell mom about this are you?" Gordo asked.
"No!" Mr. Gordon said quickly, "You know how your mother feels about this issue; no sex before marriage. You and Lizzie need to be more careful. I know that we almost never come up here and I wouldn't have except we are out of clean towels in the downstairs bathroom. It very easily could have been your mother who came upstairs instead and if she catches you; there'll be hell to pay!"
Gordo nodded and said, "Dually noted."
"Your mother was a virgin when we were married, but I was not. Your mother has always felt very strongly that her children would follow her example and not mine," Mr. Gordon said. "I understand why she feels that way; but I also understand that we are not going to change your minds if you decide to go ahead with your relations. So I am choosing to support you and lend advice if needed."
"Um...thanks, I think," Gordo said, embarrassed by his father's honesty, "If it makes you feel any better, Lizzie has told me many times that she's not ready and frankly, I don't think I am either. Sure we've done some fooling around, but that doesn't mean we're close to going all the way."
"Very responsible and respectable of you," Mr. Gordon said, "But when and if you and Lizzie make that step I will support your decision and will be here if you need to talk."
"Thanks," Gordo said his face burning with embarrassment. He couldn't believe his father was discussing his sex life with him so openly and casually.
"Well, if you don't want any pointers," Mr. Gordon said with a wink, "I'll leave you alone. Just try to remember to be more discreet, and use protection."
Gordo blushed hotly and shook his head as his dad left the room. He was certain that he'd just had the most embarrassing conversation of his life. Although thinking about how the same conversation would have gone with his mother, he was grateful it had been his dad that caught them. The thought of the previous conversation with his mother made him shudder.
Gordo realized suddenly that he needed to find Lizzie and make sure that she was okay. He could only imagine how she was feeling. If he and Lizzie were ever caught fooling around by Mr. or Mrs. McGuire he'd probably die of embarrassment. The door to the girl's room was shut. Quietly he knocked on the door and received no reply. He knocked again then entered the room. He did not see Lizzie, but wasn't sure where else she might have gone. Just as he was about to give up and go look elsewhere, he heard her sniff.
Carefully he slid the closet door open and squatted in front of her on the floor. She was sitting on the floor of the closet with her knees up and her face buried in her crossed arms and she was crying. "What's the matter?" Gordo asked.
Lizzie was practically sobbing as she choked out the words, "Your father caught us messing around. He's going to tell you mother and they'll both hate me and never let me see you again!"
Gordo smiled and smoothed hair, "No, that's not true."
"Of course it is," Lizzie cried, "They're going to take you away from me and you're the best thing I have in my life."
"You have to listen to me, "Gordo said, "My father is not mad, and I can prove it to you by telling you that the first thing he did after you left was to ask if we'd gone all the way and if I wanted any pointers."
"Really?" Lizzie asked as she lifted her tear-streaked face from her arms.
"Really," Gordo said. "He supports whatever decision we make and will not tell my mother. We just need to be more careful so she doesn't catch us too."
Gordo helped Lizzie dry her tears as he told her the rest of the things his father had told him. When he had finished Lizzie felt better but wasn't sure how she'd ever look Mr. Gordon in the eyes again.