Cindy and I had been going out together for about a month and things were going pretty smoothly between us, except for the fact that we had not slept together yet, which bothered me more than it did her, but I really liked her so I was prepared to wait until she was ready.
The first time I saw Cindy I was truly amazed by her beauty and I knew that I had to ask her out straight away and was a little surprised when she said yes. She definitely has the model look about her, tall, slim and very sexy. Her long black her looks like it have been woven from silk and her sparkling blue eyes resemble a sapphire jewel.
We hit it off right from the start and we both knew all about each otherâs life within the first week. It was in this time that I found out that she was still a virgin and was waiting for the right guy before having sex.
It was kind of a shock to find out that a 19 year old gorgeous girl like Cindy was still a virgin but it also excited me because I was hopefully going to be her first, eventually.
After about a month of us dating, Cindy told me that her parents wanted me to come over for dinner so they could meet me. I've got to be honest and say that I was hesitant at first, because I had heard that her parents were quite strict and I did not relish the thought of having them giving me the third degree about my intentions towards her daughter. I wanted to tell Cindy some excuse, but one look at me with those puppy dog eyes of hers and there was no doubt what my answer would be.
âOf course sweetie, I would love to come and meet your parents. Just tell me a time and I will be thereâ.
She kissed me and told me to be come round to her house tonight at about 7 pm.
I was feeling pissed off on my way back home cause I wasnât really in the mood to be meeting my girlfriends parents but I was willing to make the effort for Cindy, knowing that It would make her happy and in return she would probably make me happy.
Once I got home I had a few jobs to take care of and the time soon went by, leaving me with an hour to get washed up and dressed. I wanted to make a good first impression on her parents, so I decided to get dressed up really smart and to do this I thought I would borrow my older brotherâs designer suit, which looked pretty good on me.
I checked myself out in the mirror one last time before leaving the house and realized that I still had just enough time left to buy a bottle of nice wine to go with our meal.
My nerves were a little shaky as I pulled up outside Cindyâs house and I was worried that her parents wouldnât like me and other thing were going through my mind which were making me feel like driving off. I think I might have done just that if I hadnât seen Cindy standing at the front door with a smile on her face that was meant for me. I smiled back at her as I stepped out from my car and strolled to the front door where my beautiful girlfriend greeted me with a hug and a soft kiss.
âWow, you look really sexy in that suit babeâ, she told me, giving me the once over as she spoke.
âThanks baby, you look pretty hot too, as usualâ, I replied. It was the truth as well, she looked amazing in what ever she was wearing.
She invited me in and I followed her into the lounge and this is when I first saw her father. I had pictured him in my mind to look like some kind of military figure, tall, well built and very sure of himself. How wrong I was, in fact he was the opposite of what I imagined, short, quite skinny and almost bald.
âPlease to meet you sirâ, I said as I offered my hand out to his. âNice to meet you too sonâ, he replied in a friendly manner as he shook my hand.
âCindy, why donât you go help your mother in the kitchen while me and your friend have a little talkâ. Here comes the lecture I thought to myself.
âSure daddy, Iâll leave you two men to talkâ, she said as she left us alone.
I handed over the bottle of wine to him before he could speak, which he took and thanked me for it, before telling me to take a seat.
âNow, lets get down to the serious talkâ, he told me, as he took a seat in his leather arm chair.
I waited for his next words and they were, â So, boy, what do you think of the Bullâs chances of winning this year are?â
Not exactly what I was waiting for him to say, but I was kind of relieved. âI think the chances of them winning this year are about the same as there chance last year, pretty slimâ, I said with a smile. This brought a smile out of him too and started our conversation about sports, which made me feel comfortable with my surroundings at last.
After a few minutes Cindy returned to the room and this time she was accompanied by her mother. The best way to describe Mrs. Morgan would be to use the word wow. Just one look at her and you can see where Cindy gets her amazing looks from, but they have completely different looks to them. Where as Cindy is tall and slim, Mrs Morgan has a more curvaceous figure that is clearly visible in the revealing dress that she is wearing. Like Cindy, she too has long black hair, which is probably a little shorter that her daughters, but still has the same shiny look to it.
âHi Jamie, glad to finally meet youâ, she said in a warm voice.
âNice to meet you to Mrs. Morganâ, I replied, trying not to stare at her too long.
We all chatted a little while in the lounge, just the usual talk about general things, and then we all sat down to eat a wonderful dinner that Mrs. Morgan had prepared.
The evening was going along surprisingly well and Cindyâs parents seemed to be cool with me seeing there daughter and even suggested that I take Cindy out after we had finished our meal. An idea that I was willing to go along with.
Once we finished I thanked the Morganâs for the nice evening and waited for Cindy while she went upstairs to get something, so we could get out of there.
âJust make sure you have her home not too late Jamie, and you two kids have funâ, Mrs. Morgan told me. She said this with a gleam in her eyes, which gave me the impression that she either knew what I wanted to do with her daughter once we were alone or it might have just been the effect of the vast amount of wine she had drunk.
âDonât worry Mrs. Morgan, Iâll take real good care of herâ.
âIâm sure you will, and please, enough with the Mrs. Morgan, you are making me feel like an old lady. You can call me Sylviaâ, she replied.
âI donât think that anyone could ever think that youâre an old lady Sylviaâ, I said openly, almost forgetting where I was and whom I was talking to.