“You’re a university cheerleader?”
I cringed when Nina simply replied, “No, I’m a varsity cheerleader for the University Lab School where I’m a senior…”
“What?” exclaimed my mom as she looked at Nina in a new light. “You’re still in high school?” Then turning to me to shoot me one hell of a nasty look, her voice was tinged with a bit of anger, “And what, son? Are you now into picking up high school girls?”
“Oh, it’s not like that, Mrs. Kealoha. I’m eighteen…and if anything, I am the one who has been making the moves on you son. He tries to run away from me…but I am just faster. My mother refers to me as ‘impetuous’ and my father calls me ‘disobedient’…and I guess I am when it comes to getting what…or whom I want. I have shamelessly taken advantage of Jerry’s good nature, been disarmingly affectionate with him…and have fed him all the time.”
At that last comment, my mom smiled broadly and whispered rather loudly to Nina, “Even though you’re very young, I can see that you figured out how to win a man’s heart… through his ‘opu.’ Good for you, Nina-gurl. But wait, you two aren’t…errr…’ getting it on’ with each other?”
Now it was my little Japanese girlfriend’s turn to whisper rather loudly to my mom, “No… I am still a virgin…but then again, we just met a little over a week ago. Your son has convinced me to ‘go slow’ and to get to know each other better. And that’s why I wanted to meet you and Mr. Kealoha…I thought it was fair since Jerry has met my parents.”
“And what do your parents think about you hanging out with our son,” asked Dad who finally found something to add to the conversation.
“Aah, shall we say that they were not very pleased that I was interested in an older guy? However, they are both lawyers and know that legally I am an adult and well beyond the age of consent. Still, we should be going…because if Jerry doesn’t bring me back for dinner, my parents might call the police, saying that their precious daughter, me, has been kidnapped by a dashing handsome Hawaiian young man.
“It was nice meeting you and thank you for welcoming me to your home. You have a wonderful son and hopefully, I will be able to see you more often. And Mrs. Kealoha, let’s plan on having our girls’ talk…”
Hugging Nina, my mom said, “Although you’re young, it good to see that my son…for once…has a ‘good’ girlfriend…and a strong young woman who takes care of him. Stop by anytime, Nina, with or without Jerry, and let’s talk. Well, papa, do you have anything to say to your son’s new girlfriend?”
“Yeah, no get hapai,” (Hawaiian pidgin for ‘don’t become pregnant’) slipped out dad’s mouth who quickly ducked to dodge a swat from my mom.
“Men! You wait, old man. Hmmph! And you boy, you better make sure you wear some protection, you hear me.”
As I ushered a snickering Nina to my dad’s truck, we both knew that my dad was in for a hell of an ear-chewing and that I had been put on notice by mom regarding taking care of Nina.
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“Jerry, why are you parking on the street instead of in the driveway loop of my house?”
“Because the moment I pull into your driveway, the truck’s headlights will flash into your house’s window and the next thing that will happen will be your parents staring daggers at me and fuming as we say our goodbyes. By parking on the street, the high hedge in front of your house will prevent prying eyes and give us some privacy.”
“Privacy for what?” was suggestively asked by a now intrigued Nina as she snuggled closer to me.
“To talk, you horny little girl, and only to talk. So, you’ve met my parents, seen my home, and toured my old stomping grounds. What do you think?”
“A totally different world. Yes, compared to my house, your parents’ house is old — but it’s warm and cozy and a home…unlike mine. I like your parents. I can see your dad’s laidback nature in you and now understand how and why you act the way you do when subjected to feminine pressure. I love your mom…and think we could get along really well as long as she knows that I’m taking care of you.”
“Hey, no getting together with my mom to dig into my ex-girlfriends. Promise me, Nina.” When my Asian minx just looked down and gave a quick shake of her head, I was forced to say, “Promise me…or else I will be forced to subject you to devious and perverted torture.”
“Like what?”
“Hmmm,” I murmured as I nuzzled one of Nina’s earlobes before planting light kisses on her throat that was exposed when she threw back her head to softly moan. “I could unbutton this dress and after exposing your small titties, I might suck on your nipples until they’re painful stiff and incredibly swollen.”
Nina emitted a deep groan after my tongue darted into, swirled around, and retreated from her parted lips. “Or I could slide my hand between your legs to pull aside the crotch of your bikini bottom to finger you and make you very slippery wet. Or if I really wanted to torment you, I could pull off your bottom entirely and eat your sweet juicy pussy until you cum.
“Or I could do…nothing…and wish you a good night.”
“What! You’d do that? You turn me on with your wicked fantasies and then do nothing! Do you realize how moist I am between my legs? And that I will have to play with myself in the shower to get some sexual relief!
“How would you like it if I did a slow striptease to get you rock-hard…maybe play with your cock…and go down on you like a few of my girlfriends do to their horny boyfriends…and then do nothing and send you home with a raging hard-on?”
“If you want to, bring it on, little girl. Look, all I am asking is that you do not try to discover all of my ex-girlfriends when you’re with my mom. Remember that we are supposed to be going slow and looking to our future together; not rehashing my past.”
“Well…I’m still mad at you for getting me horny and all. How about only two of your sluttiest ex-girlfriends? Hey, I can’t help it if I am discovering that I have a jealous streak. Remember, you’re my first boyfriend.”
“Okay, how about a compromise? You promise to ask my mom to tell you about the worse girl whom I am rumored to have fooled around with…only one…and then you tell me the one thing…that I can do to provide you with some sexual relief. But, that one thing doesn’t include making you an ex-virgin because I don’t have any condoms with me and my mom…and your parents…will kill me if you become hapai. What do you think?”
“Okay — one — the worse skankiest of all of your ex-girls…I promise. But oooh, as to what you can do for me…I’m so aroused that I can’t think straight. Should I have my titties sucked…or my pussy fingered? And I know that if you went down on me…I might be able to stop…and probably will want to go all the way, with or without protection… and chance it.
“But which to choose? Hmmm…I know. Your mom told me that she was glad that you had a strong young woman who takes care of you. Jerry, would you mind terribly if I ‘sucked you off?'”
All I could say to myself was, “Thank you, mom!” Then sliding the truck bench seat back, I slid free from behind the steering wheel to present my boardshorts-covered groin to Nina. “Are you sure? If you are, I’m all yours, baby-gurl.”