Lost Innocence

“So…what plans do the two of you have for the evening?” She asked.

Her question provided me with the opportunity to turn, facing her directly. Watching her eyes, I knew when to look, and when not too. “Oh, not much, watch TV for a while I guess, go out and get something to eat later maybe.”

Anita continued ironing, keeping her head down concentrating on what she was doing while still talking to me. This of course gave me the most opportunistic position of calmly sitting there watching the front of her bathrobe come close to seriously revealing a lot more of her breast that I could have dared to imagine.

“Ah huh…” she said, looking up nearly catching me staring at her chest, though I had anticipated that possibility, looking off to one side as though interested in how she was ironing and not how precariously close one of her boobs was to spilling out of the front of her robe.

“I’ve noticed the two of you seem to be getting a little more serious about things,” she said emphasizing the word. That caught me off guard a little but I took the best possible defense against her statement by remaining silent and not replying to what she’d said, waiting for her to continue her thought and see just exactly where this was headed.

Just then the phone rang.

“Whew…saved by the bell!” I thought

Anita answered it, and within seconds I knew she was talking to Theresa. Moments later she hung up the phone and came back into the living room to finish her ironing.

“That was Theresa. She called to say she’s still waiting for her replacement to come in. She told me to tell you to wait here for her and that she’ll be home as soon as possible.”

Anita quickly finished her ironing, folded the ironing board heading off into her bedroom without saying anything further to me about what she’d began saying. I will still curious as to what she’d meant of course, but also relieved that she’d decided not to press the question with me either. About the only thing I was actually disappointed about was no longer being able to play “peek-a-boob” with her, as I’d actually been enjoying that.

I heard her come out of her bedroom, heading down the hallway towards the bathroom. I knew she was about to take her shower as apart of her getting ready for work. Seconds later I heard the shower come on. I grinned inwardly, knowing that she was naked, enjoying that wicked little thought for a moment that she was just a short distance away, and then went back to watching TV, shutting those particular thoughts out of my mind. Until I heard the door open and the sudden increase of noise as the shower running became immediately louder.

“Ricky? Would you come here for a moment please?” I heard her call out to me.

I was surprised to hear her call me of course. But I immediately headed off down the hall towards the bathroom wondering what it was that she needed. I spotted her immediately; she stood behind the door with just her head poking out, hot mist already billowing through the crack in the door.

“Yes?” I asked her from several feet away. “You called me?” It was a rhetorical question obviously, but I was curious as to what she wanted or needed from me.

“I’m out of shampoo. Would you mind running back to the laundry room and getting me a fresh bottle?” She asked.

I turned in the hallway far short of ever reaching the door, heading back the other way. I quickly retrieved a new bottle of shampoo, heading back to the bathroom where I fully expected to find her standing there waiting for me to hand it to her. The door was closed however, so upon reaching it I knocked.

“Anita?” I called out. “Here’s your shampoo.”

“Would you bring it in to me please?” She answered through the closed door.

I hesitated. Beyond that door I knew that my girlfriend’ mother was naked, most likely in the shower…but still.

“Ricky?” She called out to me again. I turned the doorknob, walking into a room full of steam. I had noticed before that they had one of those tub enclosures that had the distorted foggy kind of glass in it. I figured that although the outline of her standing in the shower would be visible, she would also be aware that I couldn’t possibly really see anything and used that as my excuse for entering.

“Here it is,” I offered, expecting her to open the sliding door slightly, her arm snaking through taking the bottle of shampoo from me. And it did, but it opened considerably wider than I was expecting it to. I had walked over to the side; saw the outline of her nude form as she stepped to meet me, the door sliding open. But as it did, I saw her fully nude standing there in the tub. Shakily, I handed her the bottle, nearly dropping it as I did so. There was no way she couldn’t have known I had seen her, even if it was for perhaps less than a full second or so.

“Thank you,” she said closing the shower stall door.

I turned preparing to leave about as quickly as my feet would carry me outside the room when she stopped me mid-stride.

“Ricky?”

“Yeah?”

“Sit down for a minute would you? We need to talk…and since I’m in a bit of a hurry maybe we can do that while I’m showering.”

I was really confused, my heart beating wildly about a thousand times a minute, fearful of what she had to say, wanted to ask, bewildered to some degree that she wanted to do that with me sitting on the toilet, and her in the shower.

“I know Theresa’s told you about our little conversation,” she began. I remained silent however, my stomach still somewhere up around my throat nervously waiting to see where this was all heading. I glanced towards the shower stall; I could see only that she was continuing to wash herself, appearing to actually be shampooing her hair as she did so. And as she did, I was just barely able to make out the shape and outline of her breasts and body as she moved about inside the stall.

“She told me you were both still virgins,” she paused waiting for an obvious response.

“Yes, we were,” I said agreeing with her.

“Were?” Came her immediate response.

“Are! Are! We still are,” I amended quickly, “We’re saving it,” I stumbled, everything suddenly sounding far worse than I had ever imagined. At that moment I heard Anita’s soft sounding laugh.

“It’s ok, relax Ricky. There really is a reason I’m asking you about it, and it’s probably not the one you’re worried or wondering about either.”

Once again I remained silent, waiting for her to continue, nervously wringing my hands, once again looking towards the tub enclosure as Anita continued rinsing.

“Do you know why Theresa’s father and I divorced?” She questioned.

“No. Theresa never mentioned the reason to me, only that you were really unhappy.”

“That’s true, but do you know why I was unhappy?”

“No.” Though I had the feeling she was about to tell me.

“Well, it was for a variety of reasons, but mainly because we really didn’t have much of a sex life.”

“Anita? I’m not sure I should really be hearing this,” I said standing up.

The shower stall slid halfway open, in shock I found myself staring at her completely nude form. “Sit down Rick,” the affectionate “Ricky” having disappeared in the seriousness of her request and tone of voice.

I sat down, Anita partially closing the shower door as she continued speaking to me, though now I had periodic glimpses of her naked body as she began rinsing out her hair. And though I now knew I could actually chance a real look at her while she was doing this, I was still nervous as hell, even more so than what I had been.

“You need to hear this,” she told me.

She turned, ducking her head beneath the spray of the shower, rinsing her hair. Leaning forward, her full breasts came immediately into view. They were every bit as big, and every bit as beautiful as Theresa’s were, and I sat there staring at them for a moment until I saw she was looking at me.

“The reason I’m telling you this is because I don’t want to see the same thing happening to my daughter, that happened with me, IF and when the two of you get married,” she left off with the implication that we may very well not.

I was fidgeting like crazy sitting there on the toilet seat listening to her, once again risking a glance her way as she began soaping up one of her legs which she had placed on the edge of the tub.

“I understand there’s a lot more to any relationship besides sex, BUT no matter how good everything else might be, if intimacy between two people isn’t as good as it should be, then one or the other will go looking for it someplace else.”

To be honest, I wasn’t sure she was telling me that either she had gone looking, or that her husband had, or possibly even both. “Anita, I can assure you…”

“No, listen to what I have to say,” she said interrupting me before I could continue. “And I need you to answer my questions truthfully,” she added. “I know what your intentions are, and I think they’re very admirable. And I honestly believe you might actually love my daughter, but even that isn’t enough.”

Anita had finished soaping and then rinsing her leg, now turning to place the other on the opposite side of the tub. In doing this, I could see the faint fuzzy dark patch of her pubic area a bit more closely through the hazed over glass of the shower stall. At least she had moved away from the small opening where she’d failed to close the door fully as she continued.