As I drove up the driveway of my girlfriend's family home I was disappointed to see that her car was not in its usual parking place. Based on the one car present I could see that her mother was at home but her father was not. I had been dating Christine for about 4 months after we had met in a tutorial at University. She was a real sweetie; very pretty, about 5 foot 4, trim but curvy with lustrous shoulder length black hair. This weekend was going to be special as we were going away together for the first time. We were travelling with a group of friends to a holiday home we had rented. Christine and I had been having sex but had not yet spent the night together so we were eagerly anticipating the trip. We were both 20 years old.
I parked and walked over to the front door. It was open and I could see her mother, Mrs. Sutter, talking on the phone. "Yes dear, yes. I will tell him. Oh, he's just walked in the door." Mrs. Sutter passed me the phone without a word and stood with her hands on her hips. Christine explained that she had been delayed and would be a couple of hours late.
After I had hung up Mrs. Sutter turned to me and smiled in a cold, predatory sort of way, "I am glad that we have an opportunity to have a little chat". I was feeling quite apprehensive as I followed her through into the lounge.
Mrs. Sutter was an arrogant and supercilious person. Being wealthy didn't help matters either. Being from a fairly humble background myself it seemed clear to me that she equated wealth with superiority. She always seemed so condescending and definitely considered herself superior to the majority of society. Naturally she was a racist as well. I remember when Christine brought me home for the first time. Talk about been given the third degree. I felt I was being interrogated. But I was presentable and well-spoken and studying law at university so I guess I passed. It was no real surprise that Christine had not had many boyfriends as she had been kept on a ridiculously tight leash her whole life. It was a pleasure to take her virginity about 3 months ago.
Even Christine got annoyed with her mother's attitude toward me but as her first proper boyfriend I suppose we both knew I was going to bear the brunt of her mothers' cynicism and resentment. Physically, she was very much like her daughter although maybe a little shorter. Her stature was quite petite, but with great proportions and she was also blessed with a gorgeous olive complexion. She had shortish hair which was quite dark. I presumed she dyed it as she must have been in her mid to late 40's. She certainly would have been a real stunner in her younger days.
Once in the lounge she beckoned for me to sit next to her on the couch. "I was initially reluctant to allow Christine to accompany you on this overnight trip. I will only allow it on one condition. To be frank, I wish Christine to remain a virgin until she is married". I did my best to conceal my amusement. She continued, "Both my husband and I were chaste until we were wed and that expectation is to be met by our daughter as well." She paused and gave me a good solid glare. "I understand that it may be difficult for you to resist the temptation to... to... to... have some form of sexual contact. It is well known that men of your age are at their sexual peak so I can understand that this is a challenge but you must abide with and respect my expectations. Is that clear?"
I was somewhat taken a back and a little annoyed with her attitude. I contemplated her suggestion for a few moments and then thought I will take a risk and yank her chain a bit. I am not usually impulsive but her attitude had me a little exasperated.
"I see your point Mrs. Sutton. But, as you say, I am at my sexual peak. If only there was some immediate way I could vent my sexual desire. Blunt my urges, so to speak, so that the temptation later tonight would be more easily coped with." I stressed the word "immediate".
I pointedly look down at her legs and then at her breasts. It was then that I realized that I might have been a little rash, even reckless and that she might actually hit the roof, pulling the pin on our trip completely. She remained motionless for a moment and then sat bolt upright. A red flush flowed up her neck to her head.
'Are you suggesting? That you and I, I and you, you and... Good Lord. Good gracious. Of all the..." She was stuttering and flapping her arms. She must have realized that she was acting like a genuine twit so she sprang to her feet and stormed out into the adjacent kitchen. I could hear her furiously pacing backwards and forwards, her shoes clacking across the floor. I couldn't hear her exact words but I could hear she was talking to herself, sort of remonstrating, almost like she was having an argument with herself. I was considering slipping away but just as I was about to bolt, she swept back into the room and sat in the chair across from me. She was still looking a little flushed but trying to be as composed as possible. She sat in a very erect position and regarded me with a steely look. "Here we go" I thought, "I am about to get both barrels. I'll never be allowed in this house again. Idiot!" I mentally cringed and awaited the blast.
"Your suggestion is lewd, immoral and arrogant... but... not without a certain depraved logic. I am reluctantly willing to lay my honor at the altar of Christine's purity. If I.... afford you... some degree of sexual relief, do I have your word of honor that you will not attempt to defile Christine?"