I was counting the days. I had turned 18 10 days ago, and in 5 days, my girlfriend would also turn 18. After that we could legally engage in erotic activities together. Not to mention that in 8 days, we'd both graduate from high school.
"Guess who."
Tina had snuck up behind me and covered my eyes.
"Very funny, dear."
"You're a stick-in-the-mud, Mark. I thought it was funny."
"My mind was elsewhere, hon." I wrapped my girlfriend in my arms and kissed her cheek.
"Apology accepted. I wish we could do more."
We walked over to her apartment. Her mom, who had raised her solo since her dad left 15 years ago, greeted us. Tina's mom was very protective of her daughter and very strict on rules - her favorite expression when Tina had hit her rebellious teen phase was "My house, my rules" - but I had long since earned her trust. Four years of dating Tina and being faithful to her will do that.
"Hi, Ms. Carlson."
"I've told you a hundred times to call me Jill, Mark."
"I know, it's just that I was taught to be respectful to my elders..."
"Yeah, yeah. Tina calls me Jill, so should you."
"I'll try."
[10 days later]
I was sitting with Tina in her living room, quietly holding her in my arms.
"I'm of age now, you know," she chided me.
"Just because it's legal doesn't mean it's a good idea. You're beautiful and sweet and kind and I love you, but I don't think I'm ready to be a father."
"But Mark, I have needs! You don't have to cum in me, but you can at least give me some orgasms. I broke my hymen with a sex toy two days ago, so that part is out of the way."
"And you think I don't have needs? I'm trying to be responsible. I just worry that once things get hot and heavy our hormones will take over and things will get out of control."
Jill's voice sounded from directly behind us.
"What you need is an older woman in bed with you two. One who had a hysterectomy when she developed the start of cancer down there five years ago. One who can safely take Mark's cum in any of her openings while he pleasures you in other ways. One who hasn't felt the touch of a man in so long she's forgotten what it feels like and has needs that make both of yours look like a drop in the ocean."
Tina understood right away.
"Mom! Are you trying to steal away my boyfriend?"
"Not at all, sweetie. I just thought we should share him."
"Get your own!"
"How? I've been working and taking care of you solo for 15 years. I don't have time to find a man."