Bobby parked in the street and walked up to Mandy’s home with an unfamiliar nervous feeling. He’d never met someone’s parents in so formal a fashion before, and not when it meant so much to him. Her mother didn’t worry him too much as he’d met her briefly on several occasions, and she seemed to him an older version of Mandy. She was both friendly and nearly as pretty as Mandy, but this visit would permit her a closer inspection of the boy her daughter was in love with, and that aspect of their relationship had only recently been revealed to her.
It was her father, however, who made him the most apprehensive. Mandy didn’t have to tell him how protective he was about her, assuming that was almost a given in any father-daughter relationship. She’d described him as both a sweetie and a strict disciplinarian, but having never even seen the man, he pictured a stern, intimidating visage who would make his concerns for his daughter abundantly clear without delay.
Bobby had always come across to adults he’d met as a genuine and respectful boy. That much of his mother’s teachings had been ingrained in him from a very young age, but he felt he needed to project a mature persona if they were to take his love for Mandy seriously. His more open and frank discussions with his mother of late had him thinking of a more distant future for him and Mandy.
Given their age, he knew most parents and adults in general would consider their relationship something temporary; a part of growing up, where experiences changed one regularly. But he didn’t think he and Mandy were like that. His mother’s offhand remark about marriage had him thinking about it. What he’d recently learned about her experiences with his father showed him that such early loves could mean so much more. Though his parents’ marriage hadn’t ended well, he now knew there had been much love between them and imagined a different outcome was as possible as the one that ultimately played out.
While Mandy’s thoughts were surprisingly similar, she wasn’t worried about him meeting her dad. She knew Bobby was unlike all the boys she’d known, even before his dalliances with his special customers. She saw his year-long apprenticeship under Linda, and the others had matured him in a way their college friends would never achieve. She was so proud of the way he’d handled that whole situation once she was back in his life, especially with how he’d taken such a risk of losing her just to be sure he was completely honest with her before they gave themselves to each other in such a meaningful way. A warm, loving feeling came over her every time she recalled those two nights they’d spent together and how Bobby had insisted they wait to share themselves until it could be like that.
She’d told Bobby, “Just be you!” when he sought her counsel on meeting her parents, and while it didn’t comfort him as much as she’d hoped, she firmly believed that if her mom and dad could see the Bobby she knew, they would love him too.
Amanda and Brad were in the kitchen together, with him trying to be helpful on last-minute preparations, but hobbling around on his taped-up ankle, he was more underfoot than providing any real assistance. Still, she appreciated the effort, but could see that he, too, was a little on edge about meeting his precious little girl’s first real boyfriend. He couldn’t just sit in the living room as she had suggested several times.
“Brad, come here,” she said when he was about to start washing dishes she’d dumped in the sink seconds ago. “He’ll be here soon. She cares an awful lot about him, Honey. You’re going to be nice to him, aren’t you?” she asked, expecting he would, but as neither of them had been through this yet with Mandy, she couldn’t be sure.
“I know. You’d have to be deaf as much as she talks about him not to know that, but she’s my little girl, Manda! I feel like this is the beginning of losing her. You know what I was like when she was born!”
“I was … I am so proud of you. A girl couldn’t ask for a better father than you, Brad. But we have to accept her growing up and having somebody else who’s important to her. That doesn’t mean we won’t still be important to her as well. She’s always been a very loving daughter.”
“I know that, too. Doesn’t make it any easier to accept, though. I felt really bad having to tell her she couldn’t go away to college like all her friends, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy we’d have her here for another couple of years.”
“You may be happy to know that she may not go away to school in two years, even if we can afford it then,” she told him, noticing the confused look on his face. “She likes her classes here at SPC, and she was more than a little disillusioned by the hijinks her high school friends are getting up to away at college. But I suspect that Bobby is a very large part of that as well, more than she’ll admit at the moment. She wouldn’t have reconnected with him had she gone to FSU,” she added, noticing his eyes light up with hope of keeping his little girl around even longer, even if Bobby was a factor in that decision.
“Maybe I should thank him for that?” he said jokingly.
“I’ve told you before. The few times I’ve met him, he’s been so polite and considerate, and I’m sure he’ll be the same tonight. When I see them together, I see so much of us in them. Do you remember meeting my parents the first time?” Taking his smile as confirmation that their memories were the same, she continued. “My dad loved you, and I suspect you’ll feel the same way about Bobby.”
“I really love you, you know!” he said, his face finally relaxing.
“He’s here!” they heard Mandy shout excitedly from a distance.
“I do know it,” she said, accepting his open arms and loving kiss. “I love you too, Brad!”
They walked out of the kitchen to see Mandy hugging Bobby like she hadn’t seen him in ages. Brad limped behind, so Amanda got to them first.
“Bobby! It’s good to see you! I’m so glad you could come have dinner with us,” she said, hugging him affectionately.
Mandy giggled when Bobby’s eyes went wide at the unexpected greeting.
“Thank you for inviting me, ma’am!” he replied sincerely.
“This is my dad, Bobby!” Mandy introduced.
“Hello, sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Bobby said, offering his hand.
“Hello, Bobby!” he replied, with a firm handshake. “It’s great to finally meet the guy Mandy can’t stop talking about!” he added, trying to add some humor to Mandy’s chagrin. Again, Bobby was pleasantly surprised at the warm reception.
“Oh, Dad!” Mandy said with love as she hugged the two significant men in her life together.
“Come! Sit!” her mom said, closing the open front door behind them. “Can I get you something to drink, Bobby?”
“A Coke would be great if …”
“I’ll get it, Mom!” Mandy jumped in.
“Mandy made sure we had Coke for you,” Amanda said, putting her arm around Bobby, leading him to the living room. “She’s been so excited about this dinner since I suggested it,” she fibbed a little, referring more to this day when she got involved in every little thing to be sure it was just right for their meeting.
She sat on the sofa next to Bobby, while Brad sat in a separate upholstered chair. Small talk, at which Bobby was not very adept, ensued, and his nerves ratcheted up again until Mandy returned with his drink. Amanda could see the relief on his face as soon as she appeared and made an excuse to escape to the kitchen so Mandy could sit beside him. She looked back at the cute couple as they sat close, but only just. She almost said ‘Aww!’ out loud when he said, ‘Thank you, Angel,’ as Mandy sat.
Brad started a conversation with Mandy about school, hoping it would draw Bobby in and give him something to contribute. From the prompt Amanda had given him earlier, he recalled more details from when he was in the same position and how Amanda’s dad, now gone, had tried to make him feel more comfortable.
The discussion about grades drew Bobby in when Mandy mentioned the only class they hadn’t gotten an ‘A’ in, statistics. Using some of the course lingo, he could tell they’d gotten what they needed out of it and was encouraged to see Bobby able to apply some of his early learning to his business. He was about to approach that subject when Amanda called them all to the table.
“I might get scolded for bringing up business,” Brad started, with a smile to his wife, who always hated it when he brought work-related discussion to the dinner table. “I understand you’ve got quite a lawn service business already?”
“Yes, sir. I have over twenty customers I do weekly, a couple biweekly, and several on an on-demand basis. It’s grown quite a bit in the last year through word-of-mouth referrals. I’ve had to turn a couple down because they were a bit too far away for me to fit into my tight schedule between lawns and school.”
“And I understand you started with just some neighbors’ lawns? That’s impressive. Have you got any long-range plans?”
“Yes, sir,” Bobby started, and Brad almost suggested he be called by his first name, but he could see Bobby was quite used to referring to elders as sir and ma’am. He wasn’t just using the term to garner approval. He smiled at the thought that he was no Eddie Haskell.
“After college. I’ll have more time right away and can start soliciting more customers, but at some point. I need to upgrade my equipment. Living at home allows me to save a good portion of my earnings, but I’m afraid everything will need replacing in the not-so-distant future, including my truck. which is almost twenty years old. I’m still using a regular push mower, so at some point I’ll need to get something more commercial, but those are too large to fit in the back of my truck, so that means a trailer, too.”
“In addition to making the work faster and easier, they’ll help you avoid twisting an ankle with all that walking, like I did recently,” Brad replied wryly.
“I noticed you limping a bit, sir.”
“Yeah, coincidentally, I was mowing our lawn and stepped in an armadillo hole! Speaking of which, I’ve never paid anyone for mowing before. What can I expect to pay someone for what you called an on-demand mowing?”
“If your lawn needs mowing, I’ll do it!” Bobby offered.
“What do you get for a …”
“No! I can’t charge you! I’ll do it for free,” he interrupted, and when he saw him about to object, added, “No, sir!” I want to do this for you! Is early tomorrow morning, okay?”
“Oh, Um, Amanda and I are always up early, but Mandy likes to …”
“I’ll get up! I’ll even help!” Mandy offered excitedly.
Brad looked at his wife and smiled. They were thinking along similar lines. Not only was Bobby a really good kid, but the couple were cute and adorable in Amanda’s eyes, while Brad saw commitment and … love?
“Maybe I can do your other lawns with you, too!” Mandy suggested, noting a look of concern in Bobby’s eyes.
When dinner was finished, Amanda asked Mandy to help her with the dishes and getting dessert ready. Mandy looked back at Bobby and her dad, unsure whether she should leave them alone.
“Let them have some guy time,” her mom said, noticing Mandy’s worried face. Amanda met Brad in the kitchen doorway with another beer, getting a loving smile in return for always knowing what he needed.
“So, besides more customers, how do you want to grow your business?” Brad asked Bobby when they were seated outside on the back patio, enjoying the cool evening.
“I’m hoping to grow to needing more than one crew, and maybe handle commercial properties as well. I’d also like to get into landscaping somehow, but I’m going to need some training and experience to do that. Maybe find someone who needs an apprentice?” Bobby explained, noting an agreeable look on Brad’s face. “Anyway, Mandy’s only told me a little about what you do, sir. Just that you’re involved in managing factories?”
“Oh. Well, I’m in manufacturing management. Overseeing all aspects of our relationship with factories outside the U.S.,” he started, and seeing the next question coming, added, “I’m in the rag business, as they used to call it. We make apparel … clothing. I was in charge of all our Central American partners, but a couple of years ago, we started winding that down and concentrating on the Far East. I was nearly out of a job. The company kept me on out of loyalty, but now I may be getting a promotion!”
“Congratulations, sir!” Bobby offered genuinely.
“They,” he said, motioning with his head to indicate his wife and daughter, “don’t know anything about it yet, so keep it between us for now, okay? I used to travel for a few days at a time, but this position involves travel to Southeast Asia for a week or more each month. They’ve agreed to let me take Amanda with me a few times a year to soften the blow to her … IF she’ll go?” he finished.
Bobby took in this news with mixed feelings. His first thought was that they might be sending Mandy to FSU earlier, possibly for her sophomore year. The thought that Mandy might go away to school truly pained him, as even now, the thought of being apart from her for a day or two was a hardship, but weeks at a time!? On the other hand, with both her parents away for a week at a time, they might have the house to themselves again, and that was a very exciting prospect.
Called back in for dessert, their private conversation left Bobby feeling much more comfortable talking to Mandy’s dad. He hadn’t offered any criticism about his business plans and had trusted him with a secret that presumably nobody outside his company knew.
Over pie and coffee, conversation turned to the imminent holiday.
“Do you and your mom have any special plans for Christmas, Bobby?” Amanda asked.
“Oh, um, no. Christmas has always been kind of a low-key affair since my dad …” he replied, leaving the ending unspoken.
“I’m sorry!” Amanda apologized, afraid she’d opened an old wound.
“No! It’s okay. I’ve been kinda looking forward to it with Mandy!” he said, with Mandy beaming as she had each time he mentioned her name.
“We go to church on Christmas Eve and then out for dessert after. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like?” she offered, assuming correctly that anything he could do with Mandy involved was okay with him.
“Dad says we’re Christmas Christians!” Mandy joked to play down their religiosity.
“Mandy!” her mom cried, but Brad chuckled.
“Well, we are!” she defended. “We only go to church at Christmas and Easter!” Amanda just shook her head.
“Anyway, you’re welcome to come. Maybe bring your mom so you don’t leave her home alone?”
“I’ll ask her,” he replied in a somewhat hopeful tone. “She’s always felt kind of abandoned by God, or by religion, I guess, again, since my dad left. But she’s been a lot more upbeat lately. She says it’s because of me and Mandy!” he said, proud to have been an influence.
The rest of the evening involved coordinating plans for lawn mowing the following day and for attending church on Thursday evening. Mandy rolled her eyes when Bobby said he’d be there at 7:30 the following morning, but she laughed it off, promising to be up and ready.
“We’re gonna go for a ride,” Mandy announced to Bobby’s surprise, wanting some alone time with him desperately.
“Thank you for having me and for dinner! I really enjoyed getting to know you both better and meeting you for the first time, sir!”
“It was our pleasure, Bobby! We’ll do it again!” Amanda replied, offering her cheek for a kiss.
“I’m glad we finally got to meet, Bobby! I enjoyed our conversation,” Brad said with an extended hand and a knowing look for the secret they shared.
“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!” Mandy said, giving each a kiss before directing Bobby out the door and to her car. “Wanna go to our favorite park?” she asked him after the door closed behind them.
“Come here!” he replied, grabbing her arm and pulling her in for a hug. “I love you, Mandy! I really do!” he said before giving her a G-rated kiss, suspecting they might have an audience.
“I love you so much! And I think my dad does too!” she chuckled.
“They’re really a cute couple!” Amanda said, stepping back and letting the curtain she held fall back into place.
“They are,” Brad replied simply.
“Remind you of anybody?”
“Of course! Mandy is just like you were at that age! It’s easy to see they love each other,” he observed, with an accepting and almost hopeful tone.
“I wasn’t going to tell you until you’d met him, but Mandy told me they’ve professed their love to each other.”
“Do you think they’re …?” he asked with an expression that she well knew.
“Well, if they aren’t yet, I’m sure they will be soon,” putting her arms around her husband’s waist. “No different than us!” she reminded him.
“Oy!” was his only response before their lips locked in an ardent kiss.
“Help me with the dishes? Then I’d like to go to bed a little early tonight!” she said with a suggestive look he well understood and liked.
“What a wonderful night! Don’t you think?” Mandy asked as they walked arm-in-arm to their favorite bench in the park.
“It was, Angel. I was nervous, really, about meeting both of them, but more your father because I hadn’t even seen him until tonight.”
“I told you if you just be yourself, they’d love you. And you!” she started, but turned to him for a quick kiss, “You were your regular, generous, giving self offering to mow the lawn!” She stopped for another, slightly longer kiss.
“I just seemed the right thing to do,” he replied modestly.
“It was perfect! And now I get to work with you tomorrow!” she added excitedly.
“Mandy. About that,” he started as they sat on the bench with her in his lap. “I’ll be doing a couple of those customers tomorrow,” he warned.
“Yeah, I figured. You made a face when I suggested it. Bobby, I’ve accepted all that, and it means nothing to us. I don’t want to shy away from it. Meeting Linda last week was okay, once I saw how she was genuinely happy for you.”
Despite Mandy’s declaration, he was concerned. Julie would probably be much like Linda, and she’d definitely come out to meet Mandy if she saw her, but he was also going to Mia’s, and that worried him a little. He’d described all the women as married or divorced, but he never mentioned a hot college co-ed.
“Okay. You won’t necessarily meet them. They might not come out, or even be home, but if they do …” he started, and with Mia in mind, added, “Mandy, they’re nothing compared to you! I hope you know that!?”
“I do!” she replied, and putting an end to that conversation, she put her hand on his that was resting on her knee and slid it up her thigh, to press it against her warm and slightly damp crotch.
“Shall we go back to the car?” he asked, kissing her neck and nibbling her ear.
“I feel like being a little naughty!” she whispered.
“Oh? Do you need another spanking so soon?”
“No, but how do you feel about licking me right here on this bench?”
“What? Have you naked from the waist down out here?”
“Just pull my jeans down below my knees! I can pull them back up quickly if I need to. I already took my panties off before we left!”
“Well! You are a naughty girl, aren’t you!?”
“Yeah, but you’ll have to save the spanking for another day. Right now, I want your tongue in my pussy!”
They both stood and looked around, making sure they were alone and unobserved in the dark park. Mandy started opening her jeans, but Bobby took over, loving the act of disrobing his Angel. The button and zip open, he tugged the tight pants down till they were halfway between her knees and her feet, whereupon she sat on the edge of the bench and lifted her legs high. When Bobby knelt between her silky smooth thighs, spread as wide as her jeans would permit, she lowered her legs around him, trapping and pulling him in with her feet against his back.
He smiled as he leaned in, loving the initial gasp when his fingers touched her soft, swelling lips, one dipping inside and another slithering through her wetness. Her breathing was instantly heavy as her hips rocked against the finger in her slit. Bobby took another cautious look around before he became thoroughly distracted and engrossed in licking her tasty pussy.
“I’m going to eat you up, Angel!” he said before his tongue took the place of his finger, lightly licking at first, but soon sucking her now plump lips into his mouth to paint them with his tongue like a brush.
“Oh God, Bobby! I love the way you do that!” she panted through sharp intakes of air.
As much as the actual physical contact, she loved his generous, giving nature. She knew he loved doing this for her, to her. She had no one to compare him to in this regard, but she’d heard enough girls complain about their guy taking their pleasure and leaving them wanting. She couldn’t imagine Bobby doing that and would bet that he could be on the brink of his own orgasm, but would gladly stop to please her if she needed it.
She loved that he loved her cumming on his face, especially when sitting on it and spreading her milky nectar with her lips, which she hoped to do later in the car.
And she loved that he was never satisfied with a single climax, always continuing until she came again at least once, often twice more. When she cried out that she was cumming, he moved his hands to her bottom, lifting her into his face as his mouth and tongue burrowed into her leaky puss, continuing after her quivering body told him the first peak had been reached.
“Oh, Bobby! Bobby!” she squeaked, often finding it almost more than she could take when he just kept at it without letting up. “Oh God!” she said over and over again as fingers and tongue kept her on a full boil. Less than a minute later, she came again, before she’d even recovered from the first.
“No! No more! I’m gonna scream if you make me cum again! Come here! Hold me!” she pleaded, bending down to put her arms around his neck. “That was incredible! I love you so much, Bobby!” she said with glassy, tear-filled eyes.
Bobby lifted her legs back over him so he could hug her properly and took her in his arms, with her pants still around her calves. They held each other so tightly, only now fully relaxed from a day they’d both been worried about, and had gone better than either imagined.
They kissed lovingly before Mandy pulled her pants back up, but left them open and fell back into his welcoming arms to be held the way she cherished. Finally pulling back, she reached down to put a hand on the bulge she’d felt pushing into her mons.
“Mmm, someone wants to come out and play!” she whispered suggestively.
“Not out here!” he said, hoping she hadn’t the same in mind for him.
“No,” she giggled softly. “Take me to the car and love me? Please?”
Squealing with delight, she was scooped into his arms to be carried the short distance back to the car, where all the usual preparations were made. Once inside, clothes were shucked off, and Bobby was on his back with Mandy’s mouth and fingers about to pay him back for her treat back on the bench. Being the first time tonight, it didn’t take long before he was grunting with the effort to hold back the inevitable explosion in Mandy’s mouth.
She smiled sweetly as she continued stroking his shrinking dick. “Mmm, how would you like me to get him hard again, Love?” she asked, almost certain of his reply.
“Will you sit on my face?” he replied, her huge smile telling him that was the right answer.
“I’ll never say no to that!” she replied and quickly crawled into place.
Looking down at half of his face between her thighs, his nostrils flaring with her intoxicating scent, she was rockin’ and rollin’ on his face in no time. His hands first reached up for her bouncing tits, but she preferred it when they grabbed her ass and pulled her into his face. Minutes later, squeaking her appreciation of a few well-timed, but soft, spanks, she trembled atop his face in a most sublime orgasm.
“No! No, Bobby!” she cried when, as usual, he continued eating his favorite fruit. “I want you inside me! Quickly!” she pleaded as she fell to her side, legs up and apart. “Oh! Ohh! Oh, God, Bobby!” she cried as his long cock slowly disappeared inside her.
With her legs wrapped around his back, they moved in perfect sync, coming together and pulling apart to the tune of a lovely, slow song they both knew how to dance to. When their lips weren’t together for many soft and tender kisses, their eyes danced as well, saying more than words ever could. Long, slow strokes had them savoring the fantastic friction of their connected bodies, their pace increasing only when their mutual release was in sight. Short, fast strokes took over, and they reached their summit together, then returned to languid loving, accompanied by gasping sighs and whispered words of love.
“I love you, Bobby!”
“And I, you, Angel!”
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Meeting the parents has them both thinking of the future, but trouble looms when Mandy invites herself to work with Bobby the following day! I hope you’re enjoying them as much as I am and will ‘Like,’ ‘Favorite,’ and comment on this chapter if you did, and … THANKS FOR READING!
