Basement Fun
"C'mon, Charlie," Karen begged. "My mom's a great cook and I really think it's time for you to meet my mom and dad."
"Geez, Karen, you're dad, too," he chortled. Karen lived with both her parents and an older sister. Charlie had been to her home a couple of times in the past, but never as an invited guest to dinner. He was feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Really, Charlie. It's no big deal. They'll probably talk your ear off about how great I am and how lucky YOU are to be going out with me. I'm their little princess, you know; can't do no wrong!" her smirk divulging her obvious dis-satisfaction with the pedestal they put her on.
"You know I'll do anything for you. It's just I'm not really good at small talk."
"Small talk or no talk, it doesn't matter. They'll love you because I love you. Come on let's go." Charlie couldn't hide the shocked expression on his face at that last admission.
Dinner was excellent, the conversation nondescript. Karen's parents were jovial, showing interest in, and contributing as necessary to, the conversation. As dinner concluded, Charlie began to help clean off the table, but Karen's mom placed her arm across his chest to stop him.
"Charlie, you're a guest, so you just sit there and chat with Willy while Karen and I finish these up".
"You sure, I really don't mind helping out," he responded, fear beginning to creep into his being. The thought of one-on-one with Karen's dad was a little intimidating.
"Hmm, you might have a good one there, honey," Teresa smiled. Karen's mom, Teresa, was one of those moms every kid wanted their mom to be. She was a stay-at-home, baker, cooker, cleaner, and did all those things The Beaver's mom did back in the day. And, she carried her forty-five years VERY well. Standing about five foot four, her hour-glass figure belied her age. Soft blonde hair that rested on her shoulders, she always looked like she was ready for a photo shoot. Charlie had noticed her beauty previously, in passing. Long legs, ending in a cute butt that had just the right amount of jut; maybe small titties, he really couldn't tell, she was always dressed conservatively whenever he had been around. Her face was nothing short of beautiful, with a killer smile that she used frequently, setting minds at ease and showing just how much she enjoyed life. Her sparkling blue eyes always seemed to have a glint of humor in them. Charlie's head swiveled from Karen to Teresa and back again. All he could think of was that Karen was probably going to look just like her mom when she got to that age.
For the next twenty-two minutes and twelve seconds, Charlie and Willy talked about almost everything under the sun. Football, baseball, school grades, 'oh, and what are your plans for the future', yea that was a big one. But Charlie fielded them all confidently and actually got to like Willy as a person. He was intelligent, articulate, and pretty funny, for an old guy!
Finally, Karen and Teresa entered the living room from the kitchen. Seeing the two 'men' still deep in conversation, Teresa whispered to Karen, "Honey, I think they may have hit it off. Hopefully not TOO well, though," she smiled.
"I told you he was awesome, mom. He's nothing like his jerk step-brother; I just really enjoy spending time with him, no matter what we're doing. He makes me feel like I'm the only one in the whole world!"
Teresa's fleeting look at her daughter awoke a realization in her that Karen was probably falling in love. Could be worse, I suppose. She just turned eighteen the previous week and this was just one of the life-altering decisions she would be confronted with in the near future. He looked like a nice young man, Willy seemed to have taken to him and he IS really cute, she bemused, then blushed inwardly at her last thought.
"Hey, Charlie, you want me to teach you how to shoot pool?"
"Pretty funny, Karen," he sniggered. "I'll just have to sink a couple on you and show you what's what!"
Teresa and Willy caught each others attention, eyes wide and taken aback at that last comment. It could be taken a number of ways, they thought, but surely it was an innocent comment, not the sexual innuendo that they each, separately, thought it was. While they were each lost in what they thought was their own unique notion, Charlie and Karen were out the back door and heading for the outside, and only, entrance to the basement.
Entering the basement through the outside door, Charlie wrapped his arm around Karen's waist, spun her around, and mashed his lips against hers. His tongue pushed past her teeth, her hands wrapped around his waist. She slipped a hand up to the back of his neck and pulled his head tighter to her.