It had been a month since Sylvia went to spend the first week of her Summer break with her grandparents. Somehow, either they had convinced her to stay longer or she had decided to do so own on her own and while she had not said anything about it, I realized she might have met someone new while she was there. However, considering how things had developed between Sheila and me this did not cause me to become overly alarmed.
Today she was coming home and both her mom, Sheila, and I were looking forward to Sylvia's return. Naturally, we had some misgivings about it due to our having become romantically and sexually involved with each other. I was more apprehensive about it than Sheila who kept assuring me that she would make sure everything went smoothly but I still had my doubts.
On the previous night, Sheila told me she wanted me to be there when Sylvia arrived since it might be the last night we might have alone together for a while so I agreed to spend the night. Of course, we nearly fucked each other half to death.
Sylvia's grandmother drove her back home. Her grandfather wasn't feeling well and had decided not to make the trip. At 57 years old, Delilah, Sylvia's grandmother was still extraordinarily attractive and I could easily imagine how beautiful and sexy she must have looked 20 or 30 years earlier. Even now, I had a twinge of lust for her and thought I would love to see her naked. Little did I know, at that time, that she had similar thoughts about me.
Delilah stayed for only about an hour as she wanted to get back home and check on her husband. She did, however, assure Sheila and Sylvia that she would come back for a weekend trip before the Summer was over. I had to wonder how Sheila would react if I told her I would take her mother to bed if the opportunity were to arise although I kept that thought to myself.
Sylvia, Sheila and I chatted for most of the afternoon about Sylvia's vacation with her grandparents. She told us she had a very enjoyable time visiting with them but she was happy to be back at home once again as she had missed both of us very much. None of us made any mention of a possible new love interest in her life.
Sheila and I also admitted that we had missed her, but we didn't tell her that we had been very occupied with each other and probably had not missed her quite as much as she had missed us. Fortunately, Sheila had chosen to wear clothes that were much more conservative than her usual attire when she and I were alone. Although her shorts were still very short and tight and her t-shirt which was also quite tight was really quite normal for her so it did not arouse any suspicion.
At one point during our conversation Sylvia did remark that Sheila and I seemed to have grown much closer to each other.
"Well, Michael did come over quite often and help me with things around the house like mowing the lawn, washing the car and I even took him out to dinner a couple of times," Sheila told her without revealing the more intimate parts of our relationship.
"Oh, that's great," Sylvia smiled and said.
There appeared to be no tension to any of this and everything went well. I asked Sylvia if she wanted to go out to eat and perhaps catch a movie that night but she declined saying she thought it would be best if she stayed home with her mom so they could catch up on some girl talk.
After a little while, I excused myself and told Sylvia I would call her the next day. I kissed Sylvia goodbye and gave Sheila a friendly nonsexual hug. I am sure Sheila was hoping for something a little more affectionate but she did not let it show.
The next day I called Sylvia to see if she wanted to go out that night. She told me that her mom had asked her to invite me over for dinner and perhaps we could go out for a while afterwards. I told her I could do that but I wondered if was perhaps there was something more to Sheila's invitation.
On the few occasions when we had discussed how we would approach things with Sylvia we had not gone into any real details. Basically, Sheila had told me she would take care of things in her own way. Needless to say, I was a bundle of nerves when I got to their house, but they were both bubbly and smiling so I was able to relax a little.
After dinner as we sat in the living room, Sheila bought in some wine and said it would be OK if we shared it with her. We chatted about a lot of small things but again mostly about Sylvia's vacation trip.
We had all drank about three glasses of wine each when Sheila told us she had been thinking about the promise she had made us make to her and she now thought she might have been a little unfair by doing it. Perhaps she was feeling the effects of the wine or was just in her usual state of arousal but she told us she had reconsidered and if we wanted to have sex without being married, then it was OK with her.
I thought Sylvia was going to fall to the floor. Sheila went on to tell us that the decision was ours to make and should we decide to have sex we were free to do so in Sylvia's bedroom. It actually made sense when she told us she would rather us do it there than in the backseat of the car, or sneaking around to some cheap motel or at the home of friends. She also told us to always use condoms and if we wanted to do it on a regular basis Sylvia should consider taking birth control pills.
Without waiting for further discussion, Sheila stood up to go to bed but before leaving us alone, she smiled and said playfully, "Michael, if you are here in the morning I will know Sylvia will have become a woman."
Then she said to Sylvia, "If you decide to make love with Michael please put a towel underneath you so you will not ruin your sheets." She then turned and walked down the hall without waiting for either of us to reply.
Both Sylvia and I sat there dumbfounded in stunned disbelieving silence.
