Even at 24 years old I, Maverick Angus (my parents had a shitty sense of humor, but it made me grow up tough since many classmates derisively pointed out that both an Angus and a Maverick are cows), was considered unsophisticated. I don't think that me being naïve was really due to lack of native intelligence because I always did well in standardized tests (always in the top 15%), but I had to admit that I was pretty easy to prank. However since I'm 6 foot four inches (193 cm) tall and weigh 230 pounds (104 kg) and can bench press almost 400 pounds (182 kg) and as a kid learned to be tough because of my name, males are reluctant to prank me in a mean way. Several have ended up unconscious when they did.
While naïve, at least I never believed that Professional Wrestling was real, or that JFK Jr. faked his death and would at some point have been Trump's running mate. However, that may be considered damning myself with faint praise.
Being naïve also made real romantic relationships difficult. Friends who were worldlier than I am often had to clue me in when a woman was taking advantage of me; I did get a little more cautious in relationships. Apparently I wasn't cautious enough, however.
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When at age 24 I met Jessica Bright my stomach started fluttering. She was the first woman who had that effect on me. No one would call her a raving beauty but she was good looking and there was something about her that rang my bell like it was noon at Notre Dame.
Jessica was 22 years old when I met her and had just graduated from college. I was working as a building supervisor for a specialty construction company. My college degree was in Construction Technology and required courses in architecture, materials, and engineering. My job was often like a white collar job but also sometimes involved demanding manual labor if a project needed to be completed on time and sufficient help wasn't available. The manual aspects of my job, and thrice weekly aerobic and anaerobic gym workouts, kept me in good shape.
While I had what was probably average sexual experiences at the time that I met her, Jessica quickly made it be known that she intended to enter marriage as a virgin. Given her obvious sex appeal and the fact that she was a graduate of a large university located in a big city I found that quite remarkable, but since she was the most appealing woman I had ever met that didn't put me off.
Jessica and I had been dating for only about ten weeks, but I was already madly in love with her, when she invited me to a Saturday afternoon cookout at her parents' house.
It wasn't surprising to me that her parents were religious given her views of celibacy; what was surprising was that they were rich. The backyard alone of her parents' house had to be two acres (0.8 hectares) with a swimming pool, tennis court, sculptured garden, and enormous propane grill adjacent a covered seating area. Their house had to be around 10,000 square feet (over 900 sq. meters).
In addition to Jessica's parents the event participants included a number of her parents' friends, a couple of Jessica's aunts and uncles, a smattering of cousins, her brother and his wife, and her big sister and her husband.
Given Jessica's looks and principles most attendees seemed to fit my preconceived idea of what they would be like. For example her mother Bernice almost looked like an older version of Jessica, was wholesome in appearance, very friendly, and eschewed bad language, and her father Franklin seemed to be of the same temperament as Bernice and just as good looking. Her brother Paul looked like a male version of Jessica and seemed to have the same outlook on life, and his wife Gertrude was a Presbyterian pastor. Jessica's sister's husband Ralph was the president of a religious non-profit.
The only person who didn't fit my preconceived notion of what her family would be like was her big sister Rosalyn Bright (she kept her maiden name when she married Ralph Germane).
It's a little hard to describe Rosalyn in words; at least for me. You almost have to see her and interact with her for a while before you get the feel of her because she's a force of nature; however, I'll try anyway to describe her in prose.
Perhaps the best single word to describe Rosalyn is "sultry;" other appropriate adjectives might be fascinating, compelling, provocative, and alluring (the latter both physically and by personality). In addition she is so ultra confident that she is just short of arrogant. Overall I would say that most men would consider Jessica and her mother Bernice to be slightly better looking than Rosalyn but those same men would consider Rosalyn to be much more alluring, and certainly sultrier.
Jessica and her mother Bernice are both about 5 feet 8 inches (173 cm) tall, maybe 130 pounds (59 kg); Rosalyn is about 5 feet 11 inches (180 cm) tall, likely 145 pounds (66 kg). All three have thick, beautiful, lustrous, wavy brunette hair with red highlights, and intense cobalt blue eyes. Rosalyn was 26 years old at the time that I met her, two years older than I am.
To me Rosalyn was slightly uncomfortably friendly toward me -- probably even flirtatious -- but either no one else seemed to pick up on it, or if they did they didn't care. I thought it strange when in front of Jessica and Ralph Rosalyn invited me to lunch the next day at the country club she and her parents belonged to. When I looked over at Jessica she said "Go ahead Mav, I'm helping Mom with a project and it will be nice for you to get to know my family," and given Ralph's reaction I assumed that he would be there. I agreed and since I knew where the country club was I didn't need directions and we arranged to meet at noon.
"Meet at the poolside lounge," Rosalyn told me when no one else was present just before Jessica and I left the party. Jessica and I went to a movie Saturday night, and I got a very nice kiss and tit feel before I went home, although it left me with blue balls.
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The luncheon at the Bright's club was bizarre; well, actually, it was beyond bizarre but I don't know of any other word that can properly describe it so I'll just leave it at "bizarre."
The first surprise was that only Rosalyn was there, not her husband Ralph.
The second surprise was that the poolside lounge where we met had transparent table-tops and Rosalyn showed up in a bikini, an almost sheer cover-up, and high heels.
The third surprise was that Rosalyn gave me a significant kiss on the lips when I arrived despite having met me only the day before and I was her sister's boyfriend.
The biggest surprise, however, was the main topic of conversation.
After we ordered and Rosalyn made sure that I had noticed her long, tan, sculptured legs, she skillfully talked about things that didn't seem provocative at the time but before I knew it -- once the food arrived -- had gotten around to a subject that I never would have knowingly agreed to talk with my girlfriend's sister about -- sex.
While occasionally taking bites of an Italian sausage in a bun, between lick lips, and slurping a daiquiri through a straw, Rosalyn opened the meat of the conversation, as best I can remember, something like this:
