Back in college, I started going out with this girl named Julie. I'd met her in one of my English Lit classes and we got along really well. She was a slender girl with a bit of a hippie look. Long blonde hair. Cute like one of those fantasy paintings you see of fairies. Her tattoos, her casual attitude towards hygiene, and the fact that she smoked pot all had made me peg her as an easy lay. That turned out to not be the case.
She lived in a basement suite of her Mom's house. That was OK, because it meant that we mostly had our privacy. Four guys shared the place that I was renting, and with no locks on the doors and the other guys having no sense of personal boundaries, I was afraid to take her back there. But at her place, it seemed like every time we were getting close to doing it, something would interfere. Her Mom would knock on the door, or the fire alarm would go off upstairs, or her Mom would need help with something or other. One time after a long night of partying, I had Julie's top off and was nuzzling her cute little nipples, and her Mom just walked straight in. I had already stripped my own clothes off and leaped up to cover myself, my rapidly waning erection flapping like a broken sail boom. Fortunately it seemed that Julie's Mom hadn't even noticed. Her mascara was running and it looked like she was pretty distraught. She was wailing something about a bad date. As Julie consoled her Mom, she wordlessly shrugged at me. Ruefully I got dressed. I wound up staying the night but there was no sex, the mood had been ruined. This went on for a month and a half, and I was really starting to get frustrated. I was, after all, in college, and my primary mission was to get laid. There wasn't much I could do about it though. Julie wasn't into doing it in a car or in an area where we could get caught. I was too broke to get a motel room, I didn't have any friends that I could trust to lend me their places, and I still didn't want to take such a hot and seemingly innocent girl back to my own pad. It looked like I might have to move on. But then I hit on a different tact: Get her at home in the mood at a time when her Mom couldn't be there. Genius.
One morning I convinced her to skip class and go for a picnic on the river. I'd borrowed a small dingy off a friend and rowed us out to a little island that's in the middle. It's actually visible from a major freeway, but thickly wooded and it gives you an odd sense of isolation. From the center of the island, you can seen the rest of the world but they can't actually see you. It was perfect. A couple of bottles of cheap wine later we started making out, and then getting heavy. As expected, she balked at getting naked in such an exposed area and insisted we go back to her place. I was happy to oblige. I knew that her Mom would be at work in the middle of the day.
Back at her place things proceeded very quickly. Clothes came off and we tumbled into her bed. I pushed my head into her hair to nibble her ear. It smelled like incense, pot, and dried sweat. I used my knee to lever her legs apart and position my cock above her pussy. As I moved to thrust into her, I felt her hand grasp my shaft like the grip of a fencing sword and slide up to bump against my pubes, stopping my penetration.
"What's your hurry?" She murmured.
I was not able to articulate an answer. In addition to not getting laid for over six weeks, I had stopped masturbating when I conceived of this plan and had a three or four day load built up in my balls. No small thing when you are in your early twenties.
It was about then that I heard a car roll into the driveway.
My head slumped. "Aww, for fuck's sakes." I collapsed into the bed.
We lay there as the sounds of a person opening the door and coming into the house came from overhead.
"Mom?" Julie called out, "Mom come down here."
I looked at Julie for a second in astonishment and then began reaching for my pants.
Julie put a restraining arm on my shoulder. "No, no, no, it's OK. Just wait."
Reluctantly, I subsided, although I pulled the bed sheet up under my chin.
Julie's Mom had by then come down the stairs and opened the door. She leaned in the doorway, looking from me to Julie.
Julie said, "I think we're going to have to do what we talked about."
Her Mom nodded and came into the suite, sitting down in a chair at the foot of the bed.
Julie turned to me. "Nathan, I'm a virgin. And my Mom and I agreed that I'll stay a virgin until I'm married. That's why we have all of these ruses to keep you out of my pants."
"Um," I said, "OK, then..." I started reaching for my pants again.
"Just hold on," Julie's mother raised her hand. "I had Julie when I was very young, out of wedlock. I wound up having to give up a lot of things to raise her, and I don't want her to have to go through the same struggle for some meaningless casual sex. So while I've allowed her to indulge herself in many ways - with drugs, a liberal arts education, and so forth - the one thing we've both agreed against has been pre-marital sex."
"With your family and your future in the banking industry, Mom and I have agreed that you would be an ideal marriage candidate when I decide to settle down," continued Julie, "I've also become very fond of you, and we realize that we might actually be driving you away if we don't do something to keep you sexually satisfied. So Mom has agreed to take care of you."
"Take care of me?"
Julie's Mom nodded. "Whenever you need it, I will give you a hand job."
"A hand job." I was dumbfounded. Not only was Julie revealed to be not the free spirited hippie chick that she pretended to be, but a coldly calculating gold digger who would pimp out her mother. It was insulting not only that she thought I would actually even take a girl like her home to meet my family, with her dollar store fashion sense and peace symbol tattoo on the back of her hand, let alone actually marry her. Or that I could be bought off with a hand job.
Her mother took my silence for something else. She leaned forward and ran a hand up my thigh. "It will be alright honey," she said, "I've seen all kinds. One of the things that I had to do after Julie was born to make ends meet was work in a massage parlour. I'm very good at it."
My God, I thought, this chick's Mom worked in a jack-shack and she thought that a guy like me would marry her daughter? A scathing retort simmered in my throat. I was tremendously pissed off, but what if I could make this work to my advantage? I still wanted to bang Julie, if I could, and her Mom was still quite good looking, not even in her forties yet. A little on the heavier side, but with well padded boobs and bootie. And I was still horny as shit. In spite of the circumstances, my dick had remained iron hard throughout. And there was a certain kink to it that appealed to me.
"Um, Ok." I chuckled nervously.
Julie started to get out of bed.
"Ah, where are you going?" I asked.
"To the other room."
"I'm not really comfortable with that," I said blushing, "Can you stay here and hold my hand?"
Julie and her mother exchanged looks. Her mother nodded slightly. Julie reached down beside the bed and picked up her sweater.
