Vicky's school year ended two weeks before Jeff's. As Fred was out of town, Sue drove to pick her up along with all the stuff students accumulate at college. While driving, Sue reflected on the events of last spring and her recent conversation with Fred.
To her surprise, their sex life had been most enjoyable since Jeff became involved. Her pussy was wet thinking about their two cocks and the attention she received when Jeff was home. If she didn't want to end their fucking fun, she and Fred would have to come up with a way to work around Vicky or better yet try to include her. It would be difficult to convince her of the latter. Fred had suggested Sue raise the subject while being with Vicky before driving back the next day.
Vicky seemed irritated when Sue arrived. She had to be out of her dorm room by five PM so they worked quickly emptying her room and pack the car. After checking in the Marriott they tried to relax before going to dinner. Vicky continued to be curt and unsociable with her mother.
Sue continues the narrative:
"What's wrong Vicky? You seem irritated. Is it something I said or did? Did you receive some disappointing grades? "
"No, no I just can't talk about it now. It has nothing to do with you or my grades. I'm still on the Dean's List."
After a drink in the lobby we went to a restaurant in walking distance. Little was said as we ate. Vicky hardly touched her dinner. She boxed it with the intent of eating it later. I bought a bottle of wine, hoping it would help Vicky open up or at least relieve some of the tension she was displaying.
Back in the room, I opened the wine, while Vicky showered. She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. Pouring a glass of wine, she sat back on the bed. I kissed her on the forehead on the way to my shower. I came back in the room also wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
Vicky left her towel on the bed as she rose to pour me a glass of wine. I was a bit surprised how comfortable she seemed walking around naked. Guess I hadn't seen her nude for some time. She is a beautiful young woman with a terrific body. A redhead like my mother, Vicky has soft fair skin with pink puffy nipples centered on her full firm breast. I was pleased to see she had trimmed but not shaved her bright red pubic mound. I understand why Fred and Jeff kept trying to watch her undress.
"Wow, Vicky, you are a very beautiful young woman. You must have more guys than Joe wanting to date you."
"Not so much, that's what has me so pissed off."
"What is it? I don't want to pry but would you like to discuss it?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's difficult for me to talk about. I guess that's been my problem, I've been a bit uptight about it all."
A 'bit' that's something of an understatement, I thought to myself. I remained silent, letting her move at her own pace.
"Joe is so impatient with me. He wants to have sex or at least have me suck his penis. I stroked it, but that's not good enough."
"Does he want to do things to, for you?"
"No, it's all about him."
"We did have several discussions when you were in Junior High and High School. Do you remember?"
"Yes Mom. I know about all that stuff. It's that I want to save myself for marriage. Apparently the word is out and all the guys call me the Ice Queen. Even my female, so called, friends don't respect my position. Their all doing their boyfriends and some do any guy who comes along.
I don't know maybe their right. Maybe I should get it over with, lose my virginity and be slut like the rest of them."
I wasn't sure what this meant with regard to my efforts to loosen her up.
"If I was to have sex who would I have it with? I'm so mad at Joe I won't let him touch my breast."
I thought this may be my opportunity to lay the groundwork for our plan. "Perhaps, someone who is experienced. Someone with patients who would be gentle, take their time and willing to teach you. I certainly am willing to answer your questions, make suggestions, show you, whatever you are comfortable with."
"Wow Mom, I have to think about that." Blushing she added. "I know you and Dad still do it."I smiled.
"You two can be pretty noisy." We both laughed.
"Well, think about it Vicky, I'll be glad to be of whatever help you want."
My towel dropped away as I stood. We both had gotten a little tipsy.
"Boy Mom, you still have a great body."
"What, for my age?... Thanks a lot."
"Oh I'm sorry... I didn't mean... "
Laughing I said, "That's okay baby, I know what you meant."
"I see you haven't trimmed or shaved down there."
"I do trim it back when it gets too bushy. Your Dad likes it this way.
If you don't mind my saying so, I'm glad you have not shaved your pussy. You know, men really like a true redhead."
Blushing she said, "Oh Mom. (Vicky paused) There is one thing I haven't told you. You know how I quit the sorority my freshman year? I nodded. "The real reason was the hazing. As pledges we had to stand naked in front of all the members who did dirty things to us."
My curiosity got the best of me."What kind of things honey?"
"We had to lay on the floor and have the Pledge Mistress lower her vagina on our face and we had to kiss it and lick it. The rest of the Sisters cheered and called us whores, sluts, bitches, pussies and cunts. They also made us eat each other's private parts and stuck their fingers and other things in us. I don't talk like that. I didn't do things like that. That is why I quit."
To my surprise, my hand was between my legs, fingering my pussy as she described the sex games the girls played. I pulled my towel to my lap so Vicky couldn't see how turned-on I was.
"Oh honey, I feel so bad for you. You've been carrying that secret all alone. You went through a lot. I understand your reason for quitting. Just remember you can talk to me about anything."
"I know Mom, I should have told you sooner. I'm ashamed to admit that after all that I did try oral with my roommate. It ended after she left school. Does that make me a lesbian? I hope you're not mad at me Mom."
"No baby, I'm not mad and since you are still attracted to boys, perhaps you will find you can enjoy both worlds."
Vicky began to cry. I held her, our naked bodies pressed against each other. I patted her until she stopped sobbing. Vicky sat back on the bed and we finished the wine.
We headed home after breakfast. Vicky was quiet the first few miles. It was clear she was thinking about our conversation the night before.
"Last night you suggested the qualities of a person to be my first sex partner, (she quickly added) should I want to do that. Did, do you have someone in mind?
You're smiling; you do have someone in mind. Who, who is it?"
"First, you have to decide if that's what you want to do. I mean, really want to do! If you want to proceed, you'll have to trust my judgment. Do you?" Vicky nodded yes.
