“Oh? Who is she? Is she from one of the families? Anyone I know?” By families she meant the handful of extremely wealthy friends in her rolodex.
“No mom, I met this one all on my own and she’s terrific. I think you’re going to like her, I can’t wait for you to meet her.” As I said it I realized how true it was. It had only been one weekend, but a man like me doesn’t get where I am by second guessing myself. I’ve never been very good at it anyway.
“Well, would you like us to come into the city, or should we have you here for dinner sometime this week or this coming weekend?”
“I’d love to bring her out to the house, so she could see where I grew up.”
“Sounds wonderful dear, I can’t wait to meet your new friend.” That had gone much easier than I’d expected but I wasn’t about to complain. I hung up with her and finished getting dressed, feeling much better than anyone ought to who was facing my workload.
When I wasn’t buried in figures and stocks for the rest of the day, my mind kept straying to her and what she was doing. I missed her already and found myself by lunchtime counting down the hours. She’d promised to pack a bag when she went home so she could come back with me this evening.
I was amazed at how much I’d changed in the short space of time since we’d met. I wasn’t worried about her invading my space or getting the wrong idea. All that mattered was that I wanted her with me.
That evening when I picked her up and watched Reggie place her bags in the trunk of the limo I felt a growing excitement in my chest.
That night for the first time we were able to sit through a movie before I had her spread out on the rug in the movie room with her legs up on my shoulders.
By midweek it was as if we’d lived together for a while. She wasn’t intrusive, in fact I was the one dragging her around the house with me. If I had to work, I made her sit in my office and read a book or play a game on her phone. When it was bath time we shared either the tub or the shower.
In short I never let her out of my sight once the doors closed behind us when we reached the penthouse in the evenings. And I didn’t feel stifled even once.
“I want to take you to my childhood home this weekend.” We were in the tub covered in bubbles because my woman is a girly girl. She was resting with her back to my chest and I was pouring water from my hands over her bountiful tits. Fuck, I love those things.
“Really?” She seemed surprised by the offer and I realized that although a lot has been changing for me, I hadn’t exactly shared any of what I was feeling with her.
When she turned around in my arms, splashing water everywhere, the look in her eyes was one of childlike innocence. “Yes really.” That smile, I think I’d give anything for that smile.
Stephanie
The weekend came around way too soon, and not soon enough. On the one hand I was ecstatic that he wanted me to see where he grew up. On the other I was about to meet his parents.
I vacillated between excitement and dread all week until I was making myself crazy. And then out of nowhere I got a call from my dad. He was going to be in town for a few days next week.
As much as I wanted to see him, this visit couldn’t help but remind me that my time was running out, dammit. But no matter how I worried throughout the day when I wasn’t with Jonas, as soon as I slid into the coolness of the backseat of his limo, the day’s woes just drifted away.
He has this way of making me escape with him, to put everything else aside and just be us. A man and a woman who were exploring each other in the best of ways. I’d learned more things sexually with him in one week than I had in my few years’ experience.
And it wasn’t just the sex. Had it been, maybe I could’ve been able to fully relax and enjoy but with each passing day I found myself falling more and more in love with him.
And so it was that by the time Saturday came around and it was time to go his parents’ home, I was a mess. “Would you stop being so nervous? They’re just the two people who gave me life nothing to be so worried about.”
Easy for him to say. If I hadn’t already suspected what kind of lifestyle they must lead having been wealthy all their lives, when I went digging into who they are I only gave myself palpitations.
Although I’d grown up around wealth, I’d never been anywhere near as wealthy as they are. And I’d never really fit in with the children of the wealthy for obvious reasons I suppose.
My extra pounds had been a shield in my growing up years. A shield that kept everyone else away unless they were there to bully and poke fun at the fat girl with the chubby cheeks. As a child who always had a little bit of extra weight it was the story of my life that had followed me into my college years where I finally learned not to care too much
But I know the workings of the minds of the wealthy moms with the hot sons. If you’re not from the right family with the right looks, it doesn’t matter how much money you have, as long as they have some of their own that is.
But instead of being the judge and jury, I let myself be talked into believing things would be different this time around. I should’ve known better.
I got my first clue that the day was off to a rocky start when he saw the line of cars in his parents’ driveway and cussed beneath his breath. The look on his face wasn’t too pleasant either.
Then when the elegant woman who was his mother greeted us at the door, she made it a point not to seem too welcoming to me, after fawning all over him.
My next zinger came when she introduced me as one of her son’s little friends from the city. I would’ve been really hurt had he not been as upset as I was. But from the way his jaw was ticking away, I knew he hadn’t missed what was going on. Not that she’d been very subtle.
JONAS
“I can’t believe you did that, what are you thinking?” I was trying really hard not to think the worst of my mother right now, but it wasn’t as easy as it had been in the past.
I’ve seen her do some questionable things before, but always put them aside as just a very strong woman looking out for her family, but what she just did to my Stephanie was unacceptable.
“What’s the big deal son? That’s what she is isn’t she? I mean you can’t seriously be thinking of anything else.” I’d cornered her in the greenhouse where she’d disappeared to after embarrassing the hell out of me with her stunt.
“As a matter of fact, I am. What’s gotten into you? Since when do you act this way?”
“I’ve always been this way son. How do you think I’ve kept you safe from all those money grubbing women who like to hang around you? And this one, when I heard the news I almost fainted.”
“What news?” She pruned a young plant meticulously like she wasn’t at all bothered that I was pissed off. “Well, once you let it slip that you’d left before the auction I asked some questions. I deduced from what I learned that you bought this person.”
“Mom, stop it. It wasn’t like that. Me bidding on her was no different than if I’d bid on Jenna, or any other woman that was there that night.”
“But she wasn’t part of the auction…”
“It doesn’t matter, she’s the one I chose.”
I raised my voice at her for the first time in my life. “Is this how you’ve learned to speak to your mother? Does this come from the time you’ve spent with her sort?”
“I’m so disappointed in you.” I shook my head as I turned away.
“Where are you going Jonas, this afternoon is for you. You haven’t seen your friends in a while.” I kept walking, not even a little bit sorry at the way I was about to leave things. I can’t believe that the woman I’d always seen as so genteel harbored such ideas in her head. Disgusting.
I was more upset for Stephanie than myself. That anyone, including my mother, would think that they have the right to judge her like that. It was beyond upsetting.
“Come, we’re leaving.” I took Stephanie’s hand in mine and left. We hadn’t been there an hour.
“Is something wrong?” I knew she wasn’t that blind, that she saw the same thing I did.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what just happened back there.”
“I don’t think you should walk out on your…”
“Should I leave you there feeling uncomfortable while I get reacquainted with my friends? What the hell do you take me for?”
I opened the door of my Drop top Mercedes convertible and seated her before walking around to the driver’s side. Mom came out on the steps but didn’t do anything as crass as calling me back. She had to save face after all, seeing as I’d just committed a faux pas.
STEPHANIE
If he only knew how hard I was trying not to cry. Those people in that room hadn’t even tried to hide their disdain, and when he’d left to go after his mom, I’d never felt so alone, so exposed before in my life.
I realized in the midst of all that, that even though being with him was the happiest I’ve felt in my life, that at the end of the day, I’m just the girl that he bought and fucked in the same night.
Whatever reasons his mom had for pulling this stunt, she was only doing it for her son. She may have gone about it the wrong way, embarrassing her son in the process. But what mother doesn’t want what’s best for her son?