“What the fuck is happening here?” I blurted out as I stood in the doorway of my girlfriend’s bedroom. Cliché, I know, but I was a 19-year-old punk just out of high school. Dana was my 18-year-old girlfriend, one year behind me.

“You can’t be that blind, dude,” said Mike, an acquaintance from my time in the photography club and on the school paper. Dana was on her back on the bed, legs raised, naked, and Mike was fully inserted into her pussy. Yeah, he was fucking my girl.

It wasn’t so much that he was doing the deed, but that she was letting him and was smiling up at me from her position on the bed. “Fuck this!” I shouted and slammed the door as I left. I was done and wouldn’t look back.

As I walked back to my car, I heard Dana calling to me to wait, but I ignored her. I suddenly heard the front door slam and looked toward the house before hearing the sound of a car coming around the tight corner just down the hill.

From the front door, you could see around that bend, so Dana saw her first and obviously ducked back to clean things up. Her Mom, Sophia, was driving up. Dana must not have expected her this early. She pulled in and got out of the car.

“Hey handsome,” she called to me. “I hope you used protection.” This was a common jibe. “I’m too young and gorgeous to be a grandmother yet,” she chimed, then winked at me. But her expression turned sour when she saw my expression; her eyebrow went up.

“I hate to break it to you, Sophia, but you may be one sooner than you think,” She scowled at me, but I held up a hand. “Dana’s in there with Mike, and they weren’t using protection.” Her eyes widened with shock, and her face began to turn as red as her hair.

Sophia was a former Las Vegas showgirl. Tall, shapely, and toned from head to toe. She had a head of thick light copper hair and tits that had just the right amount of sag to be mature, but not unsightly.

Today she wore tight 501s and a rainbow tube-top that allowed all of her curves to be viewed. But her anger at the moment was making her slouch. She leaned back against her car and pounded the door with her fist.

“That little slut!” Sophia shouted. I heard the door shut again behind Sophia, who jerked around to look at the front of the house. There was a backdoor, but since the house was up against a mountainside, there was no way from the backyard to the street.

Mike and Dana were trapped in the house while Sophia and I talked. After she composed herself, she motioned for me to come lean against the car next to her. I did so.

“Look, Eric,” she said softly. Her voice was low and apologetic. “I’m not blind. I know what you and Dana get up to, and I know that you check me out regularly.” A wide smile crossed her face. It was a beautiful look on her. I just nodded; I probably blushed too.

“I’m not sure you understand what such attention means to someone like me,” she seemed resigned to something. I would later find out she was sensitive about her age. I thought the jokes were just that, jokes.

“When a young man like you shows interest, it’s hard to stay neutral,” down at our sides, her hand covered mine, and she looked at me with a hopeful expression. “Would you really, ever consider being with someone my age?”

The question struck me like a hammer hitting an anvil, and I blurted out before thinking. “Fuck yes!” It came out fast and loud. Then I lowered my voice. “You’re gorgeous. Anyone would be in heaven to have you.” Her face lit up with excitement.

With her playful bravado back, she asked, “Well then, handsome, you want to get back at my idiot daughter?” For a moment, I was unsure what she meant, but then it hit me, and I moved my hand up to her waist. But she moved it to cover her crotch.

The patch of denim covering her crotch was warm and slightly damp. She smiled at me and took my hand again and led me toward the house. We went straight back to her bedroom. As we went, she yelled out, “D! I’m going to take a shower. Find something for supper, okay?”

Then she added, for no reason in particular, “Come on, Eric, don’t want to waste the hot water.” I could imagine what was going through Dana’s mind just then. I know what was going through mine, and it had nothing to do with Dana.