Harper
Copyright© 2018 by Bondi Beach
Chapter 3: Advice From Mom and Dad
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Advice From Mom and Dad - This little vignette is a love story. It forms part of a sequel (a work in progress) to "Sarah's Honeymoon," but it stands alone. It takes place almost twenty-five years after Sarah and Matt met on the island. A lot has happened since then. Be aware there is some brief oral mm and cross-dressing, nothing serious, so please check the codes before you read. "Sarah's Honeymoon" is posted here on SOL and is a free download from the usual booksellers online.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/mt Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Petting
ON THE road to S-- Julian and I doze in the back seat in happy exhaustion. In truth I am a little sore from our vigorous explorations over the last three days. Julian suffers as well. His enthusiasm matches my own and we threw ourselves happily off the metaphorical precipice in consummating our love. We mounted each other almost until dawn this morning, and I watched the night sky turn grey while Julian held my hips and pinned me in front of my open window. The lightest of cool breezes brushed my breasts and crinkled my nipples as I shook from Julian’s thrusts. He and I are evenly matched.
When I come out of my doze for a moment I see Mom look back at us and smile. She notes our hands entwined and turns to Dad. I can’t hear her whisper but when he checks the rear-view mirror his eyes catch mine and he smiles. They know now, if they did not know before, when Julian stayed overnight with me in my bedroom, but I am proud of our love and I am not ashamed. I smile back and I am content. Julian remains asleep.
We unload my boxes and clothes at the house first. Miriam and Eloise are expected later this afternoon. At Julian’s dorm we brave the frenzy of incoming freshmen, boxes, parents, a grandparent or two plus an assortment of siblings and welcoming upperclassmen, to reach Julian’s room with our own armfuls of stuff. José Luis, Julian’s roommate, is already there and unpacked. They’re pretty similar in build and appearance, and I know from their emails José Luis is a swimmer like Julian. He’s almost as good-looking. They shake hands and embrace, a little awkwardly, the way boys and men do. I greet José Luis with a hug as well and he responds with enthusiasm. He’s more formal with Mom and Dad.
Just before our final good-byes, Mom and Dad lead us over to a bench under some trees beside the parking lot next to Julian’s dormitory. They sandwich us, Mom on one side, Dad on the other, and I know what is coming. I’m right.
“We know you are special to each other, Julian, Harper,” Mom’s voice is soft, not quite a whisper. She looks each of us in the eye and she pauses to kiss Julian, then me. “We’ve known that for a long time and we are happy for you.”