“I’d been out drinking with some friends and we got a little too sloshed to drive home. We checked into the Lafayette and one of the group asked the desk clerk where he might be able to find a girl and the clerk set it up. There were six of us. Be said no, that his wife would kill him if she ever found out, but the other five of us shelled out seventy-five bucks apiece and she visited each of us in our rooms.”
I just stared at the man. I didn’t want to believe him, but he had no reason to lie to me.
“Let me get a little personal here son. Good sex is one of the glues that makes a marriage and helps hold it together. It doesn’t matter where the experience comes from, it is the experience itself that counts. You aren’t going to your marriage bed a virgin, are you?”
I shook my head no.
“So why should you expect her to? What she did before she met you doesn’t matter anymore than what you did before you met her.”
I left his table even more confused than I had been when I sat down.
Next, I decided to see for myself what Helen did on the nights I had to work late. I did some shift trading with some of the guys I worked with and when Helen got off work I was waiting down the block watching. The first night she came out she caught the bus. The next night she left with a guy, he drove her home, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and went inside the house and he drove away. The third and fourth night it was the bus again.
I started out the fifth night knowing that I was wasting my time. Helen came out of the restaurant with the same guy who had driven her home the second night. He drove her straight home, but this time they sat in the car and talked. Then Helen leaned over to give him what I expected to be a kiss on the cheek, but it turned into a steamy necking session that ended up fogging up the windows of the car. I don’t know if Helen fucked him or not because I’d seen enough and I drove away. Whether she fucked him or not did not matter because the bottom line was that when you are engaged to be married you don’t sit in a car with another guy and swap tongues for half an hour. If you can do that you can just as easily fuck the guy. I drove home to get good nights rest before having my confrontation with Helen the next day.
I’d only been in bed fifteen minutes when my bedroom door opened and my mother came in to my room. She was wearing a bathrobe and I remember thinking that it was weird that she was fully made up and wearing high heels and a bathrobe at two in the morning.
“How you feeling baby?”
“Okay I guess.”
“Honey, I know what you are going through and I know why. For the first time in your life you have an unlimited and steady supply of sex and it is clouding your mind to everything else. You won’t accept what Helen is because that would mean you would be back to hunting for sex again. Almost every segment of society frowns on what I am going to do, but I am so certain that Marrying Helen will ruin your life that I’m going to do it anyway.”
She let the robe fall from her shoulders and stood there naked in front of me. I should have said that I finally realized that what she had said about Helen was true and that I was going to end things between us, but I couldn’t. Helen was a sexy girl, but standing in front of me was a sexy woman. That it was my mother didn’t mean a damned thing to my cock which had leapt to attention. Mom giggled and said, I see that you are not entirely opposed to the idea.”
She got on the bed with me, reached for my hard cock and said, “I’ll make you forget her baby. I’ll see to it that you have a steady supply of sex and you won’t even have to leave the house to get it. Did Helen do this for you baby?” she asked as she bent and took me in her mouth.
It was a long night and an exhausting one. I woke up in the morning and my first thought was not, “Oh my God, what have we done,” it was, “What the fuck about dad?”
I asked mom and she said, “We will just have to cool it when he is around. This is the first time that I haven’t minded that he is an over-the-road truck driver. We’re good until the day after tomorrow and then we will just have to work it out. You rested baby? Want to start your day out right?”
After mom left for work I spent the rest of the morning wrestling with how I was going to break it off with Helen and in the end I decided that quick and soon would be best. I called Helen, but she wasn’t up yet and her aunt took a message. I told her to tell Helen that I would be there to pick her up and drive her to work. I was there a little early and as Helen got in the car she asked, “What’s the special occasion?”
“Just something on my mind that I need to take care of.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“I guess it does at that. The thing is that I made a mistake and I need to rectify it.”
“What mistake was that?”
“I picked the wrong girl to get engaged to.”
Helen stared at me in silence for several moments and then, “Your mother put you up to this, right?”
“No, as a matter of fact you did. Granted that my mother did give me the information that I acted on, but you are the one who made it happen.”
“Do I get an explanation or are you just going to kick me out of the car?”
“Mom overheard your conversation with Ralph and later she asked Ralph for clarification.”
“And Ralph is?”
“One of the men you entertained at the Lafayette Hotel.”
“Oh.”
“That’s it? Just “Oh?”
“I won’t apologize for anything I did before I met you or explain it.”
“Not even when it speaks to the kind of woman you might be?”
“Sweetie, let me give it to you cold. I’m the kind of person who will do whatever I have to do to survive. It was before I met you and I’m sorry that you found out about it and let it cloud your judgement where I am concerned.”
“I’d be willing to accept that what you did before you met me should have no bearing on us now except for the fact that what you did at the Lafayette shows what you are capable of. No Helen, what you did at the Hotel is not what did in our relationship; it is what you did at the hotel in conjunction with what you did last night that ended it for us.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I got off work early last night and I stopped by the restaurant to give you a ride home. I got there just as you got in some guy’s car and pulled away. No biggie, right? Guys are giving you a ride home all the time. I followed you figuring that we could sit in the car and neck or maybe go to a motel, but when you got home you didn’t get out of he car. I sat and watched you as you and the guy steamed up the windows to the point where I couldn’t what you what you were doing anymore. You started out necking and you could have finished fucking for all I know. After half an hour I’d seen enough and I left. Don’t bother with an “I can explain” because I won’t believe it. I might have if it hadn’t been for the business at the Lafayette, but like I said, what you did at that hotel in conjunction with what you did in that car last night speaks to the kind of woman you are. No woman engaged to be married to another man should have done what you did last night.”