A phone call from Marie

The next day you wake to your mom's voice shouting from behind your bed room door. "John! You have a phone call!" You blink yourself awake and pick up your extension.

"H-hello?"

"Do you have it John?" your mother shouts into your ear through the phone.

"YES! I have it, mom!" You hear the click of her hanging up. "Hello?" you ask again.

"Did you like the blowjob Mary gave you?" It's Mary's mother!

"M-Mrs. Shelly!?"

"Please, call me Marie," She reminds you. "You're stamina was about average, we'll need to work on that if you want to be with Mary. When you two finally do have sex, I want to know you don't just leave her hanging."

"Mrs. She... I mean, Marie," you correct yourself. "I didn't... I mean we didn't mean to um..."

"I know you then made Mary cum, which bodes well for you," she continues. "But I want to be sure you know that love making and fucking are two different things."

"I didn't know you saw us.."

"When you fingered her?" She asks. "Just so you know, there are very few things I am no aware of. Knowledge is power, after all. And I am a very powerful woman." For some reason that last statement left a mental image of Marie with you tightly squeezed between her legs.

You shake off the image. "What is it you want from me?" you find yourself asking. You weren't sure but this seemed a bit like some kind of mind game.

"I want you to make Mary happy," She returned. "If you can prove you can make her cum as had as you did with you fingers, but using your penis instead, then you are worthy of being Mary's first. If you aren't, then you'll end up like the others."

Others? You weren't aware of Mary having any long term boyfriends. That was why she was considered so unreachable. You had gotten as far as anyone you know of. Heck you didn't know of anyone who got a blow job. However, Mary didn't seem like a novice with that. "What happened to the others?" You ask.

"They were unworthy," she explains. "So I convinced them to seek sexual conquest elsewhere. For the more persistent ones, I had to find them some easier prey, but they then left Mary alone."

You decide maybe you should be more bold. "Mary is an adult now. Maybe you should let her make her own decisions?"

There is silence on the other line for a moment then, "Let me tell you a story.

"Once upon a time, there was a fair madden named Marie. She was young full of life, and she thought she knew enough to get by. One day Marie and her boyfriend were doing what was then called, 'Messing around.' Marie thought she was ready for him, but he was not as gentle as she hoped. It can't quite be called ****, because Marie was willing, at first at least. And she never told him to stop. When it was all over, however. Marie was bleeding so bad she told everyone her period just came early. Her pelvis was bruised. Her throat was sore from gagging on his cock. Marie from that day on gave up on men. She broke up with her boyfriend, and found pleasure that ran on double A batteries. Pleasure she could control.

"Then one day she met the hansom prince Jacob. He showed he tenderness, and kindness. Eventually they consummated their relationship, and it was magical. Marie wished with all her heart, that she would make her first time like it was that time. And when the couple were blessed with a daughter, Marie vowed to never let anything like what had happened to her, happen to her daughter. She vowed that her daughter's first time would be like Marie's first time with Jacob."

You just sit there in silence.

"Do you understand now, John?"