I placed my thumb and the forefinger of my right hand under her chin, holding her gently, leaned into her, and said, “You are so beautiful it hurts.”
I kissed her softly – just a little peck – at the point where her top teeth were biting on her lower lip.
I looked up, into her eyes, and felt like my soul was sucked into the void.
I cleared my throat, turned back to face the front, and started the car.
As I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for their house, Kasey laid her left arm across the seat, behind me, and lay her head on my right shoulder.
I looked over to see that her mother was holding her right hand.
None of us said a word – all the way back to the house.
We walked into the living room – but – I wasn’t sure what was next, so I slowed down to follow their lead.
Kasey returned to her seat at the little four-person dinette.
Her mother and I sat on the couch – holding hands – sitting in the same spot where we’d fucked just an hour or so before.
“Kasey?” her mom started.
“Wait,” she replied, solemnly , holding up a finger.
Mrs. Williams nodded.
Kasey looked from her mother – over to me.
~~~ The Rules ~~~
“Over the last year or so, mom and I have talked about our options. This experiment is the culmination of numerous brainstorming sessions.
Neither of us is certain that this will end up being the ultimate solution – but it’s the closest we can work out at this time.
Part of the impetus for this approach was when mom and I were watching the ‘Sister Wives’ TV series.
I argued that the entire idea was ludicrous; mom countered that – if two or more females could come up with the correct set of ground-rules – they could make the relationship work.
So here we are. ”
“Where is here?” I asked.
“I need to start with a little history lesson first,” she stated.
“Okay,” I agreed.
“Both of my parents were experienced lovers by the time they graduated high school.
In college, they were even more casual with their relationships. However, the day the two of them met, that all changed. Dad told me that he saw mom walk in the front door of his frat-house – for their regular weekend drinking party – and he couldn’t stop staring at her. Within minutes, he had forced his way through the crowd, introduced himself, and pledged his undying love. Mom was intrigued but didn’t know him – so promised him nothing – except to agree to start dating.
From that night forward, all other love-interests were pushed to the side. For mom, it was the logical thing to do – to give the experiment a true clean-room environment. For dad, it was his only chance to prove that his love was true.
Like any normal person would, mom started falling in love with this strange man who told her she was the center of the universe – and treated her like a goddess.
They were married six months later. Neither set of parents approved, thinking the relationship was doomed to fail. The ceremony was performed at the hall where the college’s Christian Fellowship of Athletes held their meetings – by the resident minister. A handful of friends were the only witnesses.
Over time, mom’s parents realized that the relationship was real – and gave mom & dad their blessing. Grandma Williams was, as is her nature, resolute. Grandpa, as you have probably already realized, has no self-will.
Grandma has never believed that mom was good enough for her son. To this day, she persists in treating my mother like she’s some kind of cheap whore.”
I glanced over at Mrs. Williams – who had turned many a clueless student into a success – by teaching them the value of learning for themselves.
“My parents finished their degrees. Mom completed her certifications and both of them started applying for jobs.
As most new graduates – and newlywed couples do – they struggled. Each time there was a need, Grandma Williams made sure she was there – with cash in hand – but – always – with strings attached.
When mom got pregnant with me, things, of course, got tighter – and grandma collected more IOUs.”
I shook my head.
“Sixteen years later, when my dad passed away, Grandma Williams was more concerned about making sure her foot was squarely placed on my mother’s neck than she was about grieving for her son.
Dad’s will states that his estate will only continue to pay his portion of the bills as long as Grandma Williams signs-off on it.
Grandma has already promised that – the moment she finds out mom is dating – dad’s money is gone.”
“That’s ..” I began.
“Oh, it gets worse ..” she declared.
I just waited.
“Grandma’s tentacles don’t just wrap around mom; they bind me as well.
Mom & dad had set up a savings plan to pay for my college but that money is under grandma’s control as well.
I was only allowed to apply to the colleges and universities that grandma approved. I had to pick the cheapest one, regardless of any other criteria.
For the first two years, I will be attending the community college – here in town – and living at home – so that I’m not taking any more of Grandma’s money than necessary.
After that, I will attend Eastern State – just down the road – and continue to live in this house.”
I nodded.
“I really want to keep cheering in college. I can’t do my classes – and cheer – and hold a job that would pay for everything I need.
Mom’s job pays enough for her to get by – but not well enough to do that – and cover college.
Even if you can’t see the bars on the windows – or the locks on the doors – we live in grandma’s prison – and will continue to do so for the next four years.
Once I have my degree, we’re cut off. Grandma tells me that I have five years, tops, to graduate.”
“Wow,” I said, shaking my head again.
She nodded.
“So – Sister Wives – the solution mom & I came up with was – to find an acceptable guy – and share him.
We needed a male – appropriately aged to pretend to be my suitor – so I created a spreadsheet, added the names of every person who I considered to be a realistic possibility.
We created a rubric and scored each of the potential candidates.
You scored the highest – so – here you are.”
“A spreadsheet?” I asked, incredulously.
She nodded, her expression as serious as a heart-attack.
“Assuming you are willing, you and I will date for the next four years.
Grandma’s spies will report that you visit me often.
Obviously, you will only visit when I am here.”
I nodded.
“Again, assuming this works for you, mom will use you to take care of her sexual needs.”
“So far, so good,” I chuckled, glancing at my former teacher and back again.
Kasey gave a nervous laugh.