Meeting the Foxes

One of the fun things about dating Shoshannah is getting to know her older sister Abby. Abby’s a few inches taller than Shoshannah and a brunette, and she’s more introverted than her bubbly, outgoing younger sibling, but it’s not hard to tell they’re sisters. Not only is there a close facial resemblance, but they have similar expressions, and Abby’s every bit as stacked as Shoshannah. They both laugh easily and freely, and they’re both earthy young women who are comfortable with their bodies and don’t mind the messiness of life—including sex. They’re also good students who are interested in a lot of different things, and especially in the creative arts; Abby’s a painter, while Shoshannah is majoring in writing and history.

(Talking of the sisters as earthy young women, one thing I discovered in the first week of dating Shoshannah is the appeal of period sex. It’s messy, and I’m not going to eat her pussy while she’s bleeding, but her period makes her really horny. She says sex is the only thing that really helps the cramps; Abby taught her that. After the first time I fucked her on her period, Shoshannah declared she was never letting go of me. I guess her last couple boyfriends wouldn’t do it, so my willingness really turned her on.)

Abby’s not officially engaged yet, but she and her boyfriend Brian are engaged to be engaged; they’re planning to pick out her ring together this coming summer after they graduate. Double dating with the two of them is a lot of fun. The sisters are quite close, and Brian’s a cool guy. He’ll actually be graduating with his master’s degree in counseling when Abby finishes her B.A., and he has a knack for making people feel comfortable and respected. The four of us have some great conversations. Plus, you can bet every male head turns (and a lot of female heads, too) when we walk into a room with Shoshannah and Abby on our arms—especially if we’re dressed up. Neither of the girls has any interest in playing around, but they do like showing off.

Since I’ve gotten to be pretty good friends with Abby, you wouldn’t think I’d be trembling nervously as I walk with Shoshannah to the front door of her parents’ home, but I am. Our relationship has gotten serious a lot faster than I would have expected, and I really want them to like me—especially since I think I’m really going to like them. I certainly delight in both their daughters. Going home with Shoshannah for the weekend will give me all sorts of chances to mess everything up.

I feel a tug on my arm and look at Shoshannah to find her grinning wryly at me. “Relax,” she says calmly. “They aren’t ogres. They haven’t eaten more than two or three of my boyfriends.” That startles a laugh out of me, and I can feel myself relax a little. My girlfriend’s eyes twinkle as she tells me with complete assurance, “They’re going to love you.”

“I hope you’re right,” I mutter.

“Of course I’m right. I was right about you, wasn’t I?”

Before I can answer that, and even before I have the chance to knock, the front door opens and Mr. Fox invites us into the house. I find myself staring at his shirt collar; I look up in surprise to find him with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye that perfectly match the ones I just saw on his daughter’s face. He looks a lot like Sam Waterston, only a good deal bigger, but when he speaks, his voice is an earthquake-inducing basso. I hold out my hand and say, “Mr. Fox? It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I’m Andrew Lane.”

He shakes my hand and says, “Call me David. I don’t need formality to prop up m’dignity.”

“Thank you, s—David,” I reply. He grins and turns to lead the way to the kitchen.

“C’mon this way,” he rumbles. “Let me introduce you to m’wife.”

When I walk into the kitchen, I see what Shoshannah will look like in twenty years or so, and I like it. Mrs. Fox is wearing a blouse and jeans that make it obvious where her daughters got their curves, and the facial resemblance to both of them is strong. She sees me and her face lights up. “I’m Lauren,” she says in a clear soprano. “You must be Andrew.” She walks quickly to me and gives me a big hug, then turns to Shoshannah. “You undersold him, darling. You didn’t tell me he was this hot.”

I blush—nine shades of red, I’m sure, all glowing brightly—but Shoshannah just grins at her mother. “I didn’t want you getting any ideas.”

*******

Dinner is excellent, and the conversation is stimulating. David Fox is a design engineer for an aerospace firm, while Lauren Fox is a musician—a coloratura soprano, flautist, and composer. Both have a wealth of stories to tell and a wide range of interests, so we skip lightly through a number of topics. I would be enjoying myself immensely if it weren’t for one thing: Mrs. Fox hasn’t stopped flirting with me since I walked in the door. I don’t know how to handle it, and I’m growing steadily more uneasy.

Maybe halfway through dinner, David Fox takes pity on me. He leans forward and says, “Andrew, you look uncomfortable, and as a host, I don’t want to see that. I’m going to take a guess here—is it my reprehensible wife?”

I can feel myself blushing hotly and I’m afraid to look at either Shoshannah or her mother, but delighted laughter rings out from both of them. “Yes, sir.”

“Please, David,” he rumbles. “Let me tell you a secret. My wife enjoys flirting.”

“Umm, David, that’s not exactly a secret,” I say in a low voice.

He grins and says, “No, but this is. Her flirting doesn’t bother me for two reasons. One, because I know she’s faithful as any human being can be. I trust her. And two, because I know she only flirts with men in whom she has no actual interest. On those occasions in her life when she’s been seriously after a man, she’s behaved very differently. She never flirted with me—we’d been dating for three weeks before I realized she was really seriously into me. I’d thought asking her out had been my idea.” Mrs. Fox laughs delightedly, and he shoots her an amused look.

“It also doesn’t bother me because she only flirts when it won’t cause anyone any trouble,” he continues. “She flirts with men who’ll take it all in fun, with wives or girlfriends who know that she would never try to steal their men. She normally doesn’t flirt with her daughters’ boyfriends,” he adds in a repressive tone. I look over at Mrs. Fox, who looks merrily unrepressed.

“Oh, but David, he’s such a delicious young man,” Mrs. Fox purrs.

Mr. Fox raises an eyebrow at her and says, “Behave yourself.”

“No,” she shoots back with a grin. “I tried that once. It was boring.”

“Seriously, woman, you’re scaring the kid,” he tells her, and the fact that his tone matches the words gets through to her. She cocks her head at me and gives me a long look, and the expression on her face softens.

“You’re really pretty inexperienced, aren’t you?” Mrs. Fox asks gently.

I swallow hard and nod. “Shoshannah is my first serious girlfriend—really, the first girl I’ve ever fallen hard for.” That wins me soft smiles from both women. “I’d never so much as kissed a girl before I came to BSU.”

My hands are clenching each other on the table; Mrs. Fox reaches out and gives them a light squeeze. “I’m sorry. That possibility had never occurred to me. I’ll be honest, I was testing you a little. My daughter has had boyfriends before, but she’s gotten very serious about you very quickly—I think more serious than she’s ever been about a young man before.” I look over at Shoshannah in startlement and she nods, her face glowing. I look back at Mrs. Fox when she continues, “I wanted to see how serious you are about her, and if your interest in her is more than physical. I think,” she adds with a sudden grin, “I think I can consider my question answered.”

“Yes, ma’—umm, Lauren,” I say huskily.

With a smile of complete approval, she says, “Good!” I’m not sure if she’s talking about my answer or the fact that I called her by name, but I suppose it’s probably some of both. “I’ll stop trying to get a rise out of you, then.” Her quip makes me blush all over again, but everyone else laughs merrily, and before long, I’m laughing too.

*******

I relax and enjoy the conversation after that, and the time passes quickly. As David and Lauren are finishing their wine, Lauren tells Shoshannah, “I haven’t had the chance to buy you a bigger bed—or to rearrange your room to fit one—so you still just have the twin.” I look at my girlfriend in surprise, and she shrugs.

“My previous boyfriends lived around here, so they didn’t need to stay over,” Shoshannah says. “You’re the first one I’ve ever brought home for a visit.” There’s a little glow in my heart to hear that; it must show on my face, judging by the tender smile she gives me.

“Abby and Brian are coming tomorrow, or I’d give you their room,” Lauren continues. “That just leaves the couch in the den for Andrew; I’ve set a sheet out to spread over it. Obviously, we’ll need to prepare a little more for your next visit, but I’m afraid you and Andrew won’t be able to sleep together this time. There are clean towels in the bathroom, though, so that’s all ready. Is there anything else you can think of that you might need?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Shoshannah says with a quirky grin.

“Then if you’ll excuse us”—Lauren stands abruptly and shoots David a look that leaves no doubt as to her intentions—“we’ll be off to bed.” She takes her husband’s hand as he, too, stands up, and leads him away.

I look at my girlfriend and ask, “Was it just me, or was there a little extra stress on the word ‘sleep’?”

Shoshannah looks at me for a moment with a sexy smile, then shifts around to straddle my lap. She puts her arms around my neck and starts rubbing herself against me as she answers, “No, it wasn’t just you. That was my mother making it very clear to me that she fully approves of you.” She licks my ear delicately, making me shiver, then murmurs into it, “That was one way she made it clear, anyway. One of the reasons my father doesn’t mind my mother flirting is because she always comes home really horny and fucks him silly. Well, she’s been watching us, she approves of you, and she likes what she sees, and it’s made her horny. My father will be the second-best-fucked man in this house tonight.”

“Ohhh, I like the sound of that,” I breathe.

“You should,” Shoshannah purrs. “The only question is how you want it. I definitely want you in the shower, but not yet. Where do you want to fuck me first?”