It had been a few months since Mr. Monk and Natalie had first made love. Since that memorable night; they had hooked up a few times, but nothing on a regular basis. They, of course, saw each other every day at the office (and once, overcome by mutual lust, they had even had animal sex on Adrian's desk. Natalie was incredibly horny one day and had worn a skirt with a slit all the way up to her waist; and no panties. she knew how much Adrian was turned on by her wonderful legs and had teased him all day with flashes of thigh...and more. Monk finally was overcome with lust and had actually ripped Natalie's skirt off). Natalie dated occasionally and even Mr. Monk tried dating.
He had remembered to call Michelle Rivas from the S.F. Power Authority; who had told him to call her if his situation ever changed; but she was now married. He was still debating whether to call Marcy Mavin, his biggest fan. He had a feeling that sex with her would be a sure thing. All in all, Mr. Monk was content with his life, even though he would never admit it. "A. Monk Private Investigations", the detective agency he and Natalie were partners in was an overwhelming success, and they still had a consulting contract with the S.F.P.D. Monk even socialized with Leland Stottlemeyer outside of work on occasion. Monk knew that he was in love with Natalie, but didn't think he could ever marry again, so he was content with their relationship.
Natalie, too, was content with her life. She made a very good living with their agency; and she could easily afford, her daughter, Julie's tuition. Natalie loved her job and she loved Adrian, but she was satisfied with their relationship and had no desire to marry him. She didn't think Monk would ever be able to marry again; he would never be truly free of Trudy's memory. And even though he had mellowed a lot (down to one package of wipes per week), he was still incredibly fastidious and could drive her crazy at times. No, she had no desire to live full time with him; but she could never give up the sex. She enjoyed dating other men; but she always came back to Monk for sex. The feeling she got when his donkey-dick was inside her, filling her up completely, was indescribable and irreplaceable.
Natalie had always been very close to her daughter Julie, and they shared virtually every intimate secret. Julie's freshman year in college, studying drama, had proved to be very frustrating for her. Julie was a beautiful girl, a younger version of her mother, and had dated several boys in high school and now college; but she remained a virgin and lately had become almost desperate to know what sex with a man felt like. She could have sex with any one of her dates; but she was waiting for someone she loved; someone special. When she had her first boyfriend in high school , her mother had forced Mr. Monk to talk to her about love and boys.
Monk had reluctantly talked to Julie and had told her about Trudy and true love, and knowing when it felt right. It was a conversation Julie had never forgotten. When Julie had confided her frustration to her mother; they mutually decided that she would lose her virginity to Mr. Monk. Julie did love Mr. Monk; she wasn't "in love" with him, but she did love him. He had held a special place in her heart since they first met and he had saved the life of her pet goldfish. He had always been there for her: when she had tried to be a fashion model for a murderous designer; when her basketball coach was murdered; and just last year when a reviewer had panned her performance and Monk had proved he was committing a murder and never even heard her sing. It just felt right that Mr. Monk be her first lover.
It was Christmas Eve and Natalie had invited Adrian to her house for dinner. She told to pack a bag because he would be staying overnight, and she and Julie had a very special gift for him. As Monk knocked on Natalie's front door he was very anxious. When she had said he would be staying overnight, he thought she meant they would be having sex; but now that he knew Julie would be there he had his doubts and was feeling disappointed. When Natalie and Julie opened the door together, they were laughing and giggling so cheerfully that their mood was contagious and Mr. Monk's disappointment was instantly forgotten.
After a wonderful meal, they watched "A Christmas Story" on TV and then Julie suggested they all get ready for bed and then open a present. When they were upstairs, Monk almost made the mistake of turning into Natalie's bedroom to change, before heading for the guest room. He wasn't sure if Julie knew about their relationship and he wasn't going to be the one to give away a secret.
After changing, Mr. Monk started back down the hallway to the stairs. As he passed Natalie's open doorway, he heard Julie and Natalie call him and ask him to step inside for a moment. Thinking nothing of it, Monk turned right into Natalie's bedroom and found mother and daughter standing facing him, wearing matching fluffy, white bathrobes.
Momentarily startled he asked."are we going to open a gift now?"
Natalie replied, "yes we are," and, as in unison as a chorus line, mother and daughter untied their belts and let their robes fall from their shoulders to the floor. Mr. Monk's knees actually buckled and his jaw fell open because both Julie and Natalie were totally and completely naked. As if Monk weren't stunned enough, Natalie said," Merry Christmas Adrian...your special gift this year is Julie's virginity!"
Monk actually felt faint as he quickly sat down on the end of Natalie's bed. As he regained his composure he just stared at the two naked beauties standing before him. He had previously come to the conclusion that Natalie had the most beautiful body he had ever seen. Her breasts were not large, but her wonderful, marvelously long legs were what put her ahead of even his beloved Trudy. He couldn't stop staring at the youthful Julie. She was actually a little taller than her mother and not as curvy; she still had a little, what could only be called, baby fat. It wasn't that she was fat; far from it. She was slender like her mother; she just wasn't all toned and chiseled from constantly working-out like so many young women these days. Julie was more feminine and soft; and Monk liked it. Her breasts were smaller then her mother's; some would have called her flat-chested, but not Monk. Her nipples were puffy and inviting. Since he was at crotch level, sitting on the bed, he couldn't help looking between Julie's legs. Her mound was very prominent and puffy and, unlike her mother, her labia were very long and hung down almost an inch outside of her mound. Julie's small breasts and completely shaved pussy gave her the appearance of being younger than her 19 years and this, Monk was ashamed to admit to himself, seemed to turn him on even more. As he gazed at these two magnificent creatures Monk thought to himself that blond, completely shaved women gave new meaning to the word "nude."
Natalie and Julie joined Monk on the end of the bed; one on each side of him, and they each put an arm around him. Natalie explained how they had arrived at this situation and kissed him on the cheek.
Julie, who had thought she would be petrified at having Mr. Monk see her nude, realized she was completely at ease and re-assured him that, "it just feels right."
Natalie took Mr. Monk's hand and they all stood up. She chuckled to him, "one of us has way too many clothes on." Monk immediately kicked off his slippers and Natalie laughed, "Mr. Monk...no socks!"
To which he replied, "I'm trying to be more flexible...I'm not even wearing boxers."
