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"When we get back to campus, I'd like to show you something. Come over to my room and you'll learn a little more about me," Max said.
"Couldn't we do that in my room, although I'm pretty sure I've seen nearly everything you have." Shelia said.
She gave him a seductive kiss.
"True but this is about what you may or may not have heard about me."
"Oh, so now you're a man of mystery?"
Max shrugged, his palms up.
"I'll be there about ten o'clock."
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Max was finishing his paper and studying, when a video message came in.
Mom and Dad.
He opened the video feed.
"Hello Mom, hello Dad. How's everything going?"
"Only me, son. Mom's at an art department meeting. We're doing fine. How're your classes going?"
"Very good. I should get at least a three point seven or maybe a three point eight and change."
"Good job! Now, about this three thousand dollar charge on the account."
"Your question is?"
"Don't play dodge-ball with me, Max."
"You're the best, Dad. Who better to play it with?"
"Flattery. Nice! Why so much?"
"I met her a week ago, she's different. I'm not sure how much, yet, but I think mom would like her."
"Like whom and, again, why so much?"
"Again, because I wanted to and I could! You've probably removed my access by now."
"Nope. I wanted to! Not because you charged it but because you didn't ask, either of us, first! Your mom said, 'absolutely not, you were being romantic.' I'd like to know, how romantic?"
"Her name is Shelia and she's an art major, a sophomore and a cheerleader. She doesn't know I've done anything, yet."
"That's all three thousand dollars will buy these days?"
"That's insulting, beneath you and stupid! What's your problem, didn't you get laid last night?"
"You're right, Maximilian. I'm sorry I said those things. Was it love at first sight?"
"No, but I want to know more about her and let her know more about me. She's smart, we talk and yes, we've made love. She knows why I'm here and I'll be telling her about how rich my parents are. There are rumors around campus about me but I don't think she's heard them, yet. I want her to find out the truth, from me."
"Okay, I understand. Honestly!"
"Let Mom know I'm sorry I missed her and that I love you both."
"Same here, Son and I'm glad you've met someone."
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Shelia arrived about fifteen minutes after ten o'clock.
"Okay, Max, what's the big surprise?"
"I'm going to tell you about my dad, or more precisely, how wealthy my parents are."
I bring up a website.
"This is my dad's company, an international detective agency."
"Your dad is the president of that company?" Shelia asked, her eyes wide with excitement.
"No, not president. He's the owner."
"They've offices all over Europe. They're huge! So, you're kind of an international man of mystery!"
"Perhaps but for an extra surprise, how'd you like to go to the hotel on Friday?"
"You mean, a day early?"
"Yes, and I'll cover the early day."
Shelia reached up, grabbed Max's shirt, pulled him to her and gave him a kiss.
"I'd love to!"
Her lips brushed his as the tip of her tongue dabbed his nose and Max's hands began to massage her tits, his tongue quickly thrust into her waiting mouth and back out.
"Guess what?" Max asked.
"What?"
"We don't need to use the couch."
Max pulled her shirt up and over her head.
"Do we need to hang the Do Not Disturb sign on the door so room service doesn't bother us?"
Max shook his head.
"Good!"
Shelia stood up and removed his shirt. At that point, they began undressing each other while kissing and touching. When finished, Max scooped Shelia up into his arms.
"You did that so easily!"
"It helps when you're as light as a feather."
"You certainly do know how to flatter a girl."
Max laid her on his bed, lay down next to her and they engaged in romantic, seductive kissing, and finger play.
"It's not flattery. It's being honest. I figure you've heard stories and rumors about how rich I am."
"Some. The rich, spoiled Italian guy. That's about all I've heard. So, you'll pay for the extra day, if we go up on Friday?"
"Yes."
"Why? Are you trying to impress me?"
"Shelia, is that what it takes to impress you?"
She paused for a moment.
"No."
"Why wouldn't it?"
"Because it'd be an indication of an expected 'behavior' from me."
"Have I, in any way, acted like that?"
"No, and that's why I'm attracted to you and really like you."
"The feeling is mutual. We're getting to know and enjoy each other. I made the offer because I wanted to, as I did when I showed and told you about my dad's company."