She was still smiling when she said, “Technically, you haven’t actually asked me out yet.”
“Then let’s remedy that, shall we? Astrid, would you make me a very happy man and agree to go out with me?”
She flashed me another brilliant smile and answered, “Maybe. What did you have in mind?”
“Anything you would like! We can start with lunch, then go to dinner, then go to Vegas, or anything you would like to do. As soon as spring break gets here, I’ll take you to Italy to meet my father’s family, or to Stockholm to meet my mother’s family, or anywhere else you would like to go.”
She looked at me with a shocked look on her face, and then asked, “Wait. Your mother is from Stockholm? My mother is from Stockholm also!”
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The reason she looked familiar to me is because she looked a lot like my mother! I said, “OK. Let me get serious. Astrid, would you like to have dinner with me?”
She asked, “When?”
“Is tonight too soon?”
“No, it’s not too soon. A girl’s got to eat. I would love to go to dinner with you.”
I took her to my favorite Italian restaurant. Everyone there knew me, and they treated me like a celebrity. While we were waiting for dessert, I asked her if she needed to go home right away. She said she was an adult and could stay out all night if she wanted to. I texted my mom, told her to make sure they were dressed, and then told her I was bringing a girl home to meet them. I said, “Mom, I want you to meet the girl I’m going to marry.”
A few minutes later, I got a text from my mom. She said, “We’re dressed, and I can’t wait to see this girl. She must be very special for you to say something like that.”
When we finished dessert, I paid and then I told Astrid I wanted to take her home to meet my mom and dad. She agreed, and when we got home, mom had a big smile on her face. Introductions were made, my dad poured us each a glass of wine, and then I lost my new girlfriend for the rest of the night. My dad and I chatted while my mom sat on the sofa with Astrid. I noticed they both had big smiles on their faces, and they were holding hands. I later learned that Astrid’s mom was from the same suburb as my mom. I finally walked over to the sofa and said, “Mom, we have classes in the morning, so I better take Astrid home.”
Mom answered, “You know she can stay in your room tonight. You don’t have to drive her back home.”
Astrid thanked mom and said, “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t have my toiletries or clean clothes. Besides, I just met him today. What kind of girl would he think I am if I spent the night with him.”
Mom answered, “Oh, I don’t think he would think anything bad about you, but I understand about the clothes and things. Just remember you are always welcome here, so next time you guys go out, make sure you pack an overnight bag. And make sure you tell your mom I’m looking forward to meeting her.”
The following Saturday, mom told me we were having a barbeque in our backyard, and Astrid was bringing her parents to meet us. Dad was working the grill. He had six nice steaks on the grill, several sides, including baked potatoes, several bottles of wine chilling, and a large cooler full of soda and beer. Astrid’s mom and dad were really friendly. After I was introduced, I introduced her dad to my dad, and they hung out by the grill drinking beer. When I met her mom, she gave me a big smile and said, “So I hear you’re the man who’s going to marry my daughter.”
I smiled and answered, “I hope so. I just hope I meet your approval. Let me introduce you to my mom and hopefully she can convince you that I’m worthy.”
Mom and Astrid’s mom grabbed a glass of wine and sat on one of our pool lounge chairs. They seemed to get along great, and I heard them speaking Swedish. I took Astrid up to my room to show her around, and since her parents were there, I was a perfect gentleman.
We had a great meal and enjoyed each other’s company. Dad and Astrid’s father said they were going to play golf the next day, and mom and Astrid’s mom quickly became best friends.
Astrid and I played a game in the living room while our parents got to know each other. We asked each other things like what our favorite sport was, then favorite sports team, favorite TV show, favorite movie, favorite food, and favorite drink. It was a great way to get to know each other. When they were getting ready to leave, Astrid’s mom, whose name was Emma, gave me a kiss on the mouth, although without tongue, and said she thought I was a gentleman who would treat her daughter right, although she would need to know me better before she would approve of our marriage. She had a big smile and sparkling eyes when she pressed her ample breasts against me and said, “I need to know that she would be treated right in every way.”
When they left, I asked my mom, “What was that all about?” She answered, “I think she wants to make sure you’re good in bed.”
Astrid and I had four years of college to look forward to so we weren’t looking to get married anytime soon. Did we have a great sex life? Did I have sex with her mother? Since I was taught to be a great lover by my mom, and a great seducer of women by my dad, did I cheat on Astrid? Did she dump me, or maybe she allowed it? I won’t reveal any of that now. Maybe in a later chapter. Thank you for reading.
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