Chapter 5: Change of Venue

Despite Kara’s reassurances, nervousness overrode my erotic anticipation. At some level, I was the intruder in a long-standing erotic arrangement. I wasn’t exactly feeling jealous, but I also wasn’t feeling “at home” like my girlfriend did.

Being too young to bring a bottle of wine, I settled for a spray of flowers for the table—blooms Kara approved. We arrived about 4:00 Friday afternoon, and she gave me the two-minute tour of their apartment. Not until that moment did I realize something even more anxiety-producing.

The second bedroom contained a couple of desks, computers, and a laser printer. Clothes hung in the closet, but there wasn’t any bed!

“You sleep in the master with your mom?”

“Yes, Connor, I thought you understood that. Will that be a problem?”

“I guess not. I didn’t come here to, uh, disrupt your night. Maybe your mother can take me home after we eat?”

“Home? But why?”

“You’re not really thinking I’m going to be in the bed with both of you, do you?”

“That’s exactly what we are both thinking. It will be cozy, won’t it?”

When my girlfriend gives me one of those saucy looks, I turn to jelly.

“Yes, princess.”

“Good answer. Let’s have a quickie before we start dinner.”

“Yes, princess.”

I couldn’t get my school clothes off fast enough. Somehow, she was faster, even with her extra underwear.

“Ooh, something smells good.” Arlene rushed in, anxious to get out of her work clothes and relax. “Oh, Connor, I’m so glad to have you stay with us tonight.”

I started to speak, but she held up a finger against my lips.

“No. You have to call me Arlene. I’m sure that Kara has explained to you how we share the big bed, and tonight you get to share it with us. I don’t want to hear any arguments; it’s been a long day at work, and I’m tired. So?”

“I’m pleased to meet you, Arlene, and I’m much too polite to argue with my hosts.”

“Good answer. Do me a favor, open the back of my blouse and unhook my bra. That’s usually Kara’s job, but you’re the guest. Yeah, just like that; disconnect all four hooks.”

Arlene did that wriggling motion to slip the big bra and blouse off her shoulders. She turned and faced me; all I could do was stare.

“What? Your mother has big tits, too.”

“Oh. Yes, sorry. I’m easily distracted.”

“Just hang on, kid; there’s no big bust, I mean, big rush.”

She giggled and went into the bedroom. Kara followed her. When they returned, they were both wearing simple underwear, and Kara wore a camisole. I’m afraid disappointment showed on my face.

“Hey, don’t pout. We just like to wear panties while we eat to be more sanitary. You should put on your tighty-whities.”

Conversation flowed easily while we ate. Arlene asked probing and personal questions, but in a warm and gentle tone. In the same way, she revealed things about herself I wasn’t expecting to hear. Kara listened intently, particularly when her father was mentioned.

“I know I’m fat now, but in high school and college I was considered hot stuff. Big tits over a small waist and a big juicy ass got me lots of attention. When Kara’s father proposed marriage, I didn’t make him wait. I screwed him so much I made him sore. When my body changed from my pregnancy, he lost interest.

“Kara knows he left when she was only 9. I’m sure you’ve figured out that he cheated on me openly, frequently, and cruelly. His treatment of Kara was just as disrespectful. He’s had no contact with us since then.

“My daughter says you are nothing but sweet to her. Is that true?”

“Kara is a gift. I would never hurt her or allow her to be hurt.”

“I see in your eyes you’re telling me the truth. After we were on our own, both of us suffered. I cried and cried. I blamed myself for the failure of our marriage—for driving him away. Kara stopped sleeping alone. Eventually, she caught me masturbating, and we had to work out a new level to our relationship. I guess this hasn’t squicked you.”

“No, I don’t. It sounds like you both adapted to a difficult situation. So many students we know have divorced or single parents.”

“So, nothing goes on at your house between you and Doris or your brother and Doris?”

“I wouldn’t exactly say nothing, but it’s a long way short of sex—more like flirty teasing. But Mom and Dad are pretty active together. I don’t think she’s interested in me that way. I don’t know...”

“Yeah, you don’t know. Any woman would get damp on account of you, Connor.”

“Um, I’m sorry, I have to ask: I don’t think ‘any woman’ applies. What about lesbians?”

“You’re dancing around the question you’re really asking. I don’t consider myself a lesbian. What Kara and I do together arises from our situation and love. I only applied the ‘L’ word to myself in the first post-divorce years. To be honest, back then I hated men, thinking they were all like my ex. And I’ve been a poor example for Kara, shutting myself off from socializing and meeting new people.

“I would call myself bisexual. For the right person, I could be blissfully happy whether they came with a cock or a pussy. Hm. Came with. Sorry about that. As long as we’re being revealing, I need to explain my biggest mistake with Kara.”

My girlfriend stared at the floor.

“I was seeing this other mother, Lily. She had a daughter, Denise, who was a couple of years older than Kara. Foolishly, I revealed to Lily that Kara and I were lovers. Lily would send Denise to Kara while she was making love with me. I think her plan was to use Kara; if Denise and Kara started a relationship, then that would bind both of them to us.

“I don’t know exactly what Lily was thinking, but Denise was being false, domineering, and manipulative with Kara. She saw through the deception and confronted Denise, who started slapping her around.”

Kara took up the narrative. “That bitch was bigger and taller, but I stood up for myself and got my licks in. Lily and Mom came rushing up, and in her anger Denise blurted out everything in spite of Lily’s attempts to shush her.

“That was the end of them, thank God. Connor, that’s why I told you that I wouldn’t be sleeping with anyone besides you and Mom. Oh, and Lily tried to seduce me as well, but I squirmed out from underneath her and locked myself in the bathroom.”

“That fucking bitch! This is the first I’ve heard of it, Kara. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t important at the time, Mom. I didn’t want to see you get into a physical fight with her.”

“I guess everything is out in the open now. Connor, do you want to go home now or stay the night?”