“At this time, I am still a virgin. Mom has, repeatedly, told me that she thinks I’m a little too old-fashioned in my approach to relationships.
Call it what you will, I want what mom & dad had – and I want it on my own terms.
Grandma seems to control everything else in our lives; this is one thing I control.
Part of the criteria I included in the spreadsheet was my calculation for the possibility of finding someone that I believed I could spend the rest of my life with.
Again, here you are.”
She appeared to have a little more to say – so I just waited.
“I will not have sex with you – or any other man – until our wedding night.
You are free to fuck my mother – with no guilt from me – for the next four years.
I am interested in seeing if we’re right for each other – but that is up to you as well.
Any questions?”
“You picked me?”
“The data did.”
“.. and you’re okay with that?”
“You’re here, aren’t you” she asked, the right edge of her lip curling up a little.”
I nodded, finding all of this a little difficult to process.
“The video ..?”
“As you have just learned, my mother has had to live under the constant malignant scrutiny of my paternal grandmother for nearly half of her life.
When she and I started talking over the details of this arrangement, I saw my mother’s eyes light up with the first glimmer of hope since my dad passed away.
My father would have never forced my mother to give up sex. They committed their lives – and love – to each other and kept their wedding vows throughout their time together.
My mother deserves to be free to love and be loved – again – and to fuck if & when she feels like it.
She’s been looking forward to her time with you since before you even agreed to participate in this experiment.
That video is for her – so she can remember what freedom looks like.”
I reached over and squeezed Mrs. Williams’ fingers.
“I gotta say, this is the weirdest conversation I thought I’d never have,” I said. “I am concerned that it looks like you’re trapped into having a relationship with me – just so that your mother can taste the freedoms that every other person already enjoys.”
“Your analytical mind is part of what bumped your score above the others – that – and the fact that you never fucked around in school.”
“I had three different girlfriends ..”
“Who left you, regretted their decisions almost immediately, and tried to come back to you.”
“Geez. How much data do you have?”
“My mom teaches Scientific Method ..”
“Gotcha.”
“.. and you – never – not once – made a statement to anybody else about what happened in those relationships – even when they were throwing around all sorts of crap about you.”
I knew which girl she was referring to.
“She was a slut. I never even fucked her. I think that was what made her the angriest. She was in such a hurry to have sex that I started seeing red-flags – so I just threw the brakes on the relationship.”
“You were together less than a week.”
“Yup.”
“She spewed venom about you across the next three boyfriends – I’m not even sure she remembers dating them.”
“Nick – from my Pascal class – was one of those three. She had him drive her to the city park. He said she held her hands over his face, so she wouldn’t have to look at him, fucked him until she got off, and flagged down a passing car to hitchhike home. He was still pulling his pants up – climbing out of the backseat of the car – trying to figure out what happened – when she disappeared. He said she was fucking him so hard that he couldn’t even get turned on – and two minutes later, she was gone.”
“You cared about him?”
“He was always straight with me. He didn’t deserve that – but nobody else had ever paid him any attention – so he jumped when she offered. I should probably get him a hooker when he turns 18 – so he can at least have one positive sexual experience.”
“He’s not 18? I thought he was in our class!”
“He is – was – he’s just got a summer birthday.”
She gnawed on that lip again.
I got up from the couch, squatted down in front of her, and kissed that same spot.
“So .. you seeing anyone?” I asked her.
She giggled.
I held out my right hand – and she placed hers in it. I brought it to my lips – kissed the back of it – looked into her eyes – and said, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. You are smart, you are sexy, you are talented, you are strong – and I would like the chance to get to know you better.”
She took my hands in hers and said, “I would like that.”
“Speaking of fucking,” Mrs. Williams called out.
I glanced, behind me, at my former teacher – and back to the young woman holding my hands.
“She’s insatiable,” Kasey said, rolling her eyes.
“Gotta keep my possible future mother-in-law happy, though, am I right?” I said, with an evil grin.
Her face got a little clouded – but she nodded.
“Hey,” I said, pulling her chin up – so I could see her eyes, “I’m serious about getting to know you. Your mom is a terrific fuck – and a total hottie – but – if – I’m understanding what you’re saying – this only works if you and I mesh, right?”
Kasey nodded, “Which is why she’s anxious to fuck you again – because she’s worried about how long it’ll be before I find Mr. Right – and regardless of how she’s acting like a total slut right now – she’s terrified that Grandma will see through this whole sham and fuck us all.”
“Grandma has spies?” I asked.
“She’s suborned at least one neighbor and we believe she hired a private investigator. I don’t know if you’ve looked around – but all of the curtains and blinds are closed – nobody will ever know what happened in here but the three of us – and – regardless of how you and I end up – mom needed this.”
I did look around – and then back into those gorgeous eyes – those deadly serious eyes.
“Listen,” I said. “I need to take care of an elderly friend of mine – but maybe I could stop and see you later and we could just talk?”
I leaned in and kissed her bottom lip again.
As I leaned back again, Kasey nodded at me, smiling a little.
“Elderly?!”
Kasey grinned and we looked over at her mother – as she was getting up off of the couch.
“Come with me, child, and I’ll show you what this old hag is capable of. Let’s go violate my marriage bed.”
“Don’t forget to shut down the laptop first,” Kasey called to her mother, as I stood, “in case Grandma has figured out how to hijack it.”
I had started to follow Mrs. Williams but turned back to look at Kasey – who was nodding – as she shooed me off to follow her mother.
“When she’s done with you, I’ll be down here, reading. Come visit for a while.”
“As you wish ..” I said.
She smirked, “Be careful, Dread Pirate Roberts .. She killed my father. Prepare to die!”
My head spun back to her – to see if she was being serious – but her mother grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs.
Kasey sat there, cackling with laughter, at the scared look on my face.
~~~ Round Two ~~~
Mrs. Williams and I entered the dark room – lit only by the nightlight in the bathroom.
My lover closed the screen on the laptop computer, left a trail of clothing on her way to the bed, pulled back the covers and laid down with arms open for me.