It wasn’t until we reached my car that I realized my wallet was missing! It wasn’t necessary to spend time looking for it either. We both knew where I had dropped it. Somewhere by the couch no doubt, and could only hope that it was still there, and that her mother hadn’t discovered it.
I drove Tracy back home as though we were just getting back from a date. There was no way that she could go looking for it immediately, but promised that she would do so as soon as she could. Afterwards, if she found it, she would call me at home with the news.
I drove home nervous from the near discovery, yet still very much excited by the events, which had taken place there on that couch. I waited by the phone, but when it became evident by the lateness of the hour I knew she wasn’t going to call, and thus retired to bed to spend a very restless and near sleepless night.
Tracy called me early that Saturday morning. Told me to come over as soon as possible. She was obviously excited. Not anxiously so, but excited enough by the sound of her voice that I was worried. After she assured me that everything was ok, and that everyone was also gone, she could tell me in person “what had happened” but couldn’t do so over the phone.
I drove the few short blocks as quickly as it was possible to do. Tracy immediately took me out back “to the scene of the crime” as I saw it then, and explained what had happened.
“When I came in the house, your wallet was sitting on the kitchen counter. Mom told me she’d found it on the ground in front of the couch. She knew we’d been out there, and that’s why she called out my name. She also thought we were most likely hiding someplace watching her too, and decided to go back inside and wait to see if we came in. She asked me point blank if we’d “done it”! And once I admitted that we had been outside “kissing” and such, but that we hadn’t done it, and that I was still very much a virgin. After hearing that, mom simmered down.”
I remember how Tracy had told me that her mother had grilled her at first, kept asking her what it was that we had been doing, how far had we gone, and kept pressing her to admit that we’d “done it”. When finally she was satisfied that we hadn’t gone that far, once Tracy told her mother she’d be willing to undergo a medical exam if that’s what it would take to convince her and leave her alone, her mother had finally calmed down considerably.
After that, they had in fact discussed quite openly and quite candidly her mother’s worries, fears and concerns. Tracy had learned from this that she had gotten pregnant with her now older brother, and had ended up getting married to a man she honestly didn’t love. Tracy was shocked to hear this, but it also placed the last puzzle piece together for her as well. Her mother and father had not slept in the same bedroom for several years. And though you didn’t consider the aspect of your own parents having sex, she had know with some fair amount of certainty, that hers hadn’t for years, and possibly ever since her younger sister had been borne in fact. Being Catholic’s her parents lived a rigid belief and lifestyle, divorce was out of the question, as was any form of birth control. So her parents opted for a home life that was anything but normal. So in some ways, this also explained Tracy’s upbringing, as well as her parents obvious concerns.
Tracy stunned me however, when she told me that she had told her mother what we had done. Doing this in some weirdly bizarre way of convincing her mother that we hadn’t gone any further, hadn’t done anything more than this. She promised her mother that she would remain a virgin, no matter what, and that we would never again do anything in or around their property, or their house ever again. Mostly because of her mother’s fear of what her father would do should he ever suspect anything, which he did anyway, and without anything ever being said or done around him to prove out those suspicions. Had he been the one to discover my wallet outside on the floor by the couch, he’d have gone ballistic. And in that we couldn’t have agreed more.
After that, we never again took any risky chances at her place. But my place, right after school was something else altogether.
We continued on at a rapidly escalating pace, advancing from mutual masturbation, and ‘dry-humping’, to oral sex. We were both very fast learners. And learning and enjoying how to eat pussy was one of my favorites. We’d hardly get back to my place after school, and we were soon in bed enjoying a very erotic ’69’ with each other most of the time. The fact that we’d be graduating that same year kind of made it funny, “Nothing could be finer than to be a sixty-niner” was our slogan. And Tracy and I in our own special way were trying to live up to that one.
Eventually however, the need for Tracy to begin working grew. And with summer rapidly approaching now, and graduation just a few short weeks away, she took a job at the same mall that her mother worked at, although not at the same store. This unfortunately dug into our time together which was to be expected, since I was working as well and our schedules didn’t always coincide with our being together. Needless to say we took advantage of every opportunity we had when we could. Sometimes they were simple things, naughty fun as Tracy called them. Like giving me a hand-job when I took her to work, fondling her breasts in the parking lot of the mall, or fingering her at lunch sometimes as well. But of course our best times were still spent when we were alone together, which once again included doing things on that old familiar couch in her carport.
We knew that Tracy’s mother had ongoing concerns about the two of us getting more and more involved. There was still the talk and possibility of marriage of course, what our plans were after we graduated. And as that time got closer and closer, Tracy and her mother talked more and more. It appeared that her mother was becoming resigned to our activities, and had finally accepted the inevitable. Though again, Tracy was still a virgin at this time, she told me she had been thinking about “going all the way”, unsure now if it really meant all that much to save her virginity for the wedding night, especially as we’d already gone this far, and were pretty much committed to one another. So now we talked about it, and the excitement grew once again that perhaps soon, when and if the opportunity was perfect and the night was special, that perhaps…we finally would!
It was on a Saturday a week or so later when I had driven over to Tracy’s to wait for her to get home from work, that everything I knew, or thought I knew changed forever.
I arrived, as was usually the case a few minutes before Tracy normally got home from work. Lisa, her mother, let me in to wait for her. Again, we had no problems, and she had actually begun to loosen up quite a bit regarding my relationship with her daughter. I knew that Lisa would be going to work herself in a couple of hours. Tracy and I had already made plans around that fact, and as her father wasn’t due home for several hours, it gave us a nice comfortable window to spend some erotically fun time together.
A few moments later however, the phone rang. Lisa answered it, and I could tell by the conversation that she was talking to Tracy. Soon after she hung up the phone and turned towards me.
“Tracy says she’s stuck at work because someone else called in sick. They’re trying to find another replacement, and as soon as they do, she’ll be on her way home. She told me to tell you to stick around and not go anywhere as she’s sure it won’t be all that long.”
Lisa offered me a coke, which I accepted, and sat down on the couch in the living room to watch TV and wait for Tracy. It just so happened that her mother’s bedroom was directly down the hall, and sitting on the couch, I could easily see into the doorway. What I quickly realized however, was that a mirror on the dresser, gave a panoramic view of the entire room inside as well. It was difficult not to spy on Lisa. She was an attractive woman after all, even if she was some twenty years or more older than I was. I sat with some difficulty, and a little guilt at being able to see her so easily undressing in her bedroom. I watched her slip out of her clothes down to her bra and panties. She put on a bathrobe, obviously getting ready to go in and take a shower in preparation for going to work. I breathed a sigh of relief, the ‘show’ was basically over though I had guiltily enjoyed it, and purposely focused on the TV program when Lisa emerged from her bedroom turning the corner, and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. Moments later, I could hear the shower running. Moments after that, I heard what I thought was Lisa calling out to me. I still wasn’t even sure I had heard her until she obviously opened the door and called out to me once again.
I got up off the couch, and tentatively walked around the corner and down the hall. Sure enough, there she was standing behind a crack in the bathroom door, peeking out towards me as I approached.
“David,” she said. “I forgot to get a bottle of shampoo out of storage in the utility room. Would you be so kind as to run and get one for me please?”
I certainly knew exactly where it was she was telling me to go. They stored several items out in their laundry room, and I remember seeing several bath items stored there in quantity. Figuring then that this was a simple request, and with no one else around and available to retrieve a shampoo for her, I immediately left to go and get one.
A few minutes later I returned. The bathroom door was now closed however, and I could hear that Lisa was once again inside the shower. I knocked, expecting her to get out and meet me at the door where I could pass the bottle through the small opening when she did. To my surprise however, I heard Lisa ask me to come in.
I stood there momentarily surprised and once again a little unsure of what it was that she’d asked me to do. So I knocked instead. And once again, she told me to bring the bottle into the bathroom. But this time added by way of explanation, “Don’t worry, you can’t see anything, the shower curtain is pulled.”
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