It was an interesting week, waiting for Tammy to come home. Interesting for several reasons. The first was the time dilation effect, because the seven days before she was due seemed to last as many months! The second was what she was expecting of me, that I be the one to take her virginity. The third, that she had asked her mom to 'get him warmed up, ready for me.'
Tammy had been my friend for over six years now, a skinny twelve-year-old beanpole of a tomboy when I met her, but while I'd been away at college the beanpole had transformed into a startlingly attractive young woman. The significant change in our relationship had been the conversion of Tammy from friend, to girlfriend, a slow and subtle process that had almost shocked me when I realized what had happened, but one which now filled me with a quiet content.
Content, yes, but a content that was enhanced by excitement, too, because Tammy's mom, Jane, had been the one to inform me her daughter wanted me to take her cherry, an excitement compounded by the timing, as Jane told me just after we'd made love, on the day we'd seen Tammy off at the airport. I hadn't expected to see Tammy again until she came home for the mid-semester break. That had changed when Tammy phoned her mom to confirm her safe arrival, but had told Jane that she'd be home the following Saturday, after her induction week at college, because there'd been a fire in the computer labs, and they needed remedial work expected to take a couple of weeks. Tammy's timing was - interesting - as Jane had answered the call while she was riding me to climax! And never missing a beat, either.
So there I was, anticipating Tammy's return the following Saturday. She'd emailed me, and told me she was sending me eight photos. As she'd told me, she was wearing eight articles of clothing. She sent three photos the first day, and would send one a day until the following Friday.
The first three photos had set the stage, without a doubt. The first, a full-length shot of Tammy, in a raincoat which covered her, stockinged legs and strappy sandals showing beneath it. The second, almost the same pose, but discarding her coat, blouse and skirt now revealed, and the third, with her coat removed, loosening her skirt.
Jane and I had slept together on the Sunday night, to our mutually exhausting satisfaction. When we'd discussed sex, after our first time, I'd told her about the 'fuck buddy' relationship I'd had with a girl at college, for mutual pleasure without strings attached, and she'd asked if I wanted to have one like it with her, 'until Tammy comes home.' Rejection of that offer was never ever a consideration, but we hadn't anticipated Tammy being home again so soon. Tammy knew about her mom and me - after all, it was her idea! Sunday's picture had shown Tammy skirtless, the tails of her blouse hiding all but the clips of her garter belt suspenders, and the tops of her stockings. She had adopted a relaxed pose, hands behind her back, a half-smile on her face. Pure tease!
Monday evening, Jane and I were planning another early night, and I was about to open Tammy's fifth email to me. I was using the computer she had in her bedroom, on which she had set me up a user. She'd even used a photo of herself and Jane in bikinis for my wallpaper. One I'd taken, using Tammy's camera.
"Jane, I'm just going to open today's email from Tammy, okay? When I've done that, it must be very nearly our bedtime, no?"
Jane glanced at her watch and laughed. "Well, it is almost eight o'clock. Mind if I read the email with you?"
"Of course not."
Email number five took me by surprise, as there were three photos attached, labeled 5a, 5b and 5c. I glanced at Jane and she shrugged. I opened the first, slightly surprised to still see the blouse, but Tammy had photographed herself unbuttoning it, and I grinned. In the second, she was opening it, and in the third it trailed off her arms behind her, revealing Tammy in skimpy lace bra, matching brief panties, stockings, and a lacy garter belt. There was no trace of the beanpole tomboy now, just a slender and lovely young woman.
I glanced across at Jane, and she smiled. "My daughter looks good."
"Your daughter looks sensational. Takes after her mom."
"Why, thank you, sir."
"My pleasure, ma'am."
"Swim before bed?"
"Sounds good. See you in the pool. I'll just switch the computer off."
We swam for half an hour, showered together, then made slow, delightful love before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms. Next morning, when I reached for Jane again, she stopped me.
"Sorry, Bill, curse time, I'm afraid, so no fuck-buddying for a few days. Maybe Thursday, probably Friday, and I'll definitely be good for Saturday, when Tammy's home." She shrugged. "Of course, Tammy might have other plans."
"Um, yeah. I guess." I nodded. "Okay. Mom and Dad are home from their trip this evening, so I guess I'll be sleeping at home in any case. And I have a job interview, Wednesday."
"Good luck with that, but come for a swim, or a chat, Bill, whenever you want. And can you come early on Saturday, so we can go to the airport to collect Tammy?"
"Dawn?"
She laughed. "Not quite. About eight-thirty?"
"I'll be here."
"Tell your mom and dad I've invited you to stay for a couple of days, for Tammy being home. Okay?"
"Will do." I grinned. "I guess I don't tell them what's planned, then?"
"Best not, I think." Jane grinned. "Would they understand? Parents can be surprising people, you know."
"You don't say." I shrugged. "I don't know. They still surprise me, even after twenty-two years."
It was good to see Mom and Dad again, even though they'd only been away a couple of days. And I do enjoy Mom's home-cooked food. A lot! I excused myself after dinner. I wanted to check for Tammy's photo number 6. Only one this time, and she'd noted it 'cool down time - but it's a movie!' I laughed when I realized, as she'd used the movie facility on her digital camera, but all it showed was Tammy kicking off her shoes, smiling at the camera. Roll on Tuesday! I had a bet with myself. She'd either be taking off the stockings, or the garter belt, but not both. I'd soon find out. For the first time in days, I masturbated before I slept.
I didn't go around to the Burt house on Tuesday, as Jane had told me she'd be out all day. I caught up with some chores I'd been putting off and generally just pottered around all day. Tuesday's email from Tammy took me by surprise. It shouldn't have, I was getting used to her slanted sense of humor. Another video, but this time it showed Tammy just sitting on her bed. She stood, turned, and bent over to give me a sensational view of her ass, and the delighted realization that she was wearing a thong. She'd bent to pick something up from the floor and when she turned back to the camera I saw that it was a piece of card. She held it up to the camera and I read on it, 'Intermission'. She winked, blew me a kiss and the video clip ended. Minx!
Wednesday I was up soon, shaved and showered, and into my good grey suit. Mom gave me the official parental approval - Dad was back at work - and hugged me, before she handed me the keys to her car.
"Drive safe, son, and good luck."
My appointment was at ten, and I got there at ten to the hour. 'There' was Trueman Software. They were small, but had a good reputation. My Dad's cousin Alice's daughter Ellen had worked for them for almost two years and had told me they had a vacancy coming up. I'd applied, and I got an interview. Ellen had told me she had played no part in the decision - it was strictly Bill Trueman and his senior partner, Hank Walton, who decided. I was one of three candidates, and the last to be interviewed.
The office was small, open-plan, and busy. There was a bell for visitors, but Ellen spotted me and came straight over.
"Hi, Bill, good to see you again. How're your Mom and Dad?"
"Fine, just got back from a visit to Aunt Jen's."
"Good. Look, you wait in here," she said, ushering me towards a room off the main office, "and I'll send Bill in." She laughed. "I hope you get the job, but two Bills could be tricky."
"Naah. Just 'boss' and 'serf' should do it."
"Your sense of humor should fit," said a new voice, and I turned. He held out his hand. "Bill Trueman. I guess you're Bill Evans?"
