"That was a really excellent dinner, Mrs. Romanowski." Stanley Greene said as he laid his napkin on the table. "It's been a real long time since I ate that good."
"Well, when you marry my Rachel, you'll eat that good all the time," the fifty-two year old woman said as she began to clear the table. "I've taught her everything I know."
"Oh Mother," Rachel Romanowski said from the other side of the table.
"Let me help you with those, Mrs. Romanowski." Stanley said as he got up and pick up two of the dishes.
"Nonsense," she said. "You two young people go in and watch TV or something. I can manage here just fine. And I really wish you'd call me Ruth, Mrs. Romanowski makes it sound like either I'm so old, or you're way too young to be engaged to my daughter."
"Okay, Ruth." the twenty-six year old said as he put the dishes back on the table. "And I definitely have to say, you're not too old. If I hadn't met Rachel first, well who knows." he kidded.
"That's it," Ruth laughed in return, waving then out of the kitchen with her hands. "You two, out of my kitchen."
Stanley was trying just to be humorous, but his joke wasn't that far-fetched. For a woman her age, Ruth Romanowski was really quite attractive. Mrs. Romanowski had been a Nurse for about twenty-five years, working at Midtown Hospital. Her hair was a honey blonde and he was sure she hadn't gained more than ten pounds in as many years.
He knew from what Rachel had told him, that her Mother had been a widow for over ten years. It was quite surprising, at least to him, that the woman hadn't remarried in all that time. Maybe it was because of a sense of responsibility to give her daughter all of her attention, he thought, to make up for her not having her Father around. Well once he and Rachel were married, she would be free to live her own life again.
This evening was very important to Stanley, and he wanted everything to go right as could be. He and Rachel had been engaged for two months now, and this was the first time he had actually met her Mother. Stanley lived on the West Coast, just outside of San Diego. Rachel had lived here in New York until a year ago when the company they both worked for transferred her to California. As many times as Rachel had offered to fly her out for a visit, Ruth had refused. Her husband had died in the crash of a small plane over a decade before and she refused to get on any aircraft since then.
Rachel had told him many times that she really couldn't conceive of get married without first getting her Mother's approval of the man she had said yes to. At first, Stanley had thought this was a rather old and silly custom. Then, as he learned how important Rachel's Mother had been in her life, and how she had raised her practically all alone, he began to understand. As soon as he could, Stanley made the time for the two of them to fly east so her Mother could meet him and give her blessings.
"Come on, Honey." Rachel said as the twenty-three year old took him by the arm. "In this kitchen, Mom's word is law. Let's go see what's on the TV."
As they sat down on the couch and Rachel began channel surfing, Stanley thought again how lucky he was to have met Rachel. She was a beautiful girl, there was no denying that. Long straight blond hair reached all the way down to her waist, and she had a nice slim figure with breasts that seemed perfectly proportioned to her built. Not that there was exactly a shortage of beautiful young women in Southern California or even in the company where he worked. No, Rachel had a lot more going for her than just looks.
Rachel was a genius, there was so other word for it. She was a civil engineer that could work out problems in her head that people twice her experience had to work out with calculators and diagrams. At first, taking her at face value based on her age and relative newness to the company, Stanley had been a little annoyed at her having been assigned to one of his projects. The engineer assigned to his staff had hit a dead end and Stanley had gone to his boss asking to borrow someone who might have a fresh perspective. Instead of lending him one of the senior engineers, his boss had sent him this kid right out of college.
Stanley ate his words as Rachel worked out a solution to their problem in less than a week. A solution that not only put them back on track but made up for the lost time. Trying to make amends for his misjudgment, he had asked her out to dinner.
What started as a simple dinner soon became a relationship, even after Rachel went on to other projects. If was funny, but one of the things that attracted Stanley to Rachel initially, was her seeming reluctance to immediately enter into a sexual relationship.
Stanley had lost his virginity at seventeen and was a rather good looking young man. There had never been a lack of equally good-looking women willing to share his bed. In fact, there were plenty of women just in his office that he could take out to dinner with the sure knowledge that they would be making him breakfast the following day. But simple sexual satisfaction, as much fun as it was, wasn't all he was looking for.
A few times in that month and a half before they first went to bed, Stanley worried that Rachel might have some deep-rooted sexual problems. He was afraid that their relationship, as wonderful as it was developing, might collapse on this reluctance.
As it turned out, it was a groundless fear. Far from being sexually frigid, Rachel had turned out to be what Stanley could only describe as something of a nymphomaniac. Once she decided they had an association based on something stronger than just lust, the floodgates of her passion burst open.
Stanley had never experienced anything like her. The twenty-two year old combined sexual enthusiasm and imagination like no woman he had ever known. There were days she shocked even him. Like the time she came into his office in the middle of the day, locked the door, and screwed him right there at his desk. He'd lost track of the places, a good many of them public, where she'd given him head as well.
Yes, he considered himself a lucky man indeed. That was but one of the reasons why this trip east was so important to him. If for some unknown reason, Rachel's Mother decided she didn't like him, he was sure he would lose her forever.
"Is this you?" Stanley said as he got up from the couch and picked up a large framed 11 x 14 photograph from the mantle.
The picture was of a half dozen men and women dressed up as if they were part of the Road Company of Hair. The picture looked pretty old, but the pretty blond in the center appeared to be a younger Rachel.
"That, believe it or not," she said as she joined him at the mantle. "Is the woman who just cooked you dinner."
"You're kidding." Stanley said in surprise.
"Nope, that photograph was taken in Central Park in 1967." she explained. "My Mother was a real live hippie. Flower power, free love and all."
"That's incredible." Stanley said.
He had read about the flower power movement back in the 60's, but never imagined he would ever meet someone who had really been part of it. It was astonishing to think that the middle aged Nurse he'd just met had been the young girl in the tie die shirt and beads.
"You see the guy at the end, the one with the brown beard?" Rachel asked.
Stanley followed the line to the tall, shaggy haired man in sandals. He wore what Stanley thought were called granny glasses and looked like it had been at least a week since his last bath.
"That's my Dad." Rachel smiled.
Stanley looked again at the two people in the group picture, then looked up at another photo showing a six-year-old Rachel and her parents. He looked hard at the clean-shaven young man and his wife. Using a little imagination, he could see they were the same persons.
"It just goes to show, you never know about people." Stanley thought as he returned with Rachel to the couch.
After a few more minutes of channel hopping, Rachel settled on a movie showing on one of the premium stations. It was a love story of course, he knew she couldn't pass one of them. More so if there was an element of danger in the relationship.
They watched the film, interrupted every once in a while by the sounds from the kitchen as Mrs. Romanowski cleaned up.
The movie soon came to the inevitable love scene, and this being cable, it was quite graphic. Stanley could feel Rachel pressing up against him as the onscreen lovers got both naked and busy. After a few minutes of watching them make love, Rachel leaned closer to Stanley and asked.
"Do you think she has nicer tits than I do? she whispered.
Stanley smiled. Rachel was always doing that, comparing herself to other women and asking his opinion. She also delighted with using terms like tits instead of breasts, at least when they were alone. Stanley had heard the questions often enough to always have a ready answer.
"Her tits are bigger," he said. "But yours are nicer."
"So you wouldn't rather fuck her than me?" Rachel then asked.
"If we were back at the hotel right now, I'd be happy to show you." he responded.
"I'm not sure I believe you." Rachel laughed as she put her hand between his legs and right on his hard cock. "Liar!" she said in mock anger.
"Would you believe that's because of having you so close next to me?" he lied, knowing full well that it was the result of the onscreen lovers. He was, after all, only human.
"Because of me huh," Rachel said. "Then I guess I get to do what I want with it."
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