Friday night I spent with Britt, a former student I had run into in the grocery store. Turns out she had some unresolved feelings for me, and we spent a wonderful evening resolving them. The next day, her mother Lara showed up at my house and basically thanked me for being so kind to her daughter. One thing led to another, and Lara turned out to be as sexually direct and satisfying as any man could hope for. For a weekend that started out looking like a marathon of grading papers and mowing the lawn, it had become an amazing and exhausting 24 hours. After Lara left Saturday afternoon, I finished the lawn, ate some dinner, and graded until 8 o'clock. After an evening phone call with my wife and kids, I fell asleep on the couch watching Netflix.
A distant rapping broke through my dream at some point, and I came awake with a start. A small stack of essays cascaded off my lap and onto the floor before I got my bearings. The rapping cut through my fog again. Door knocker. Someone was at the door. I stood up dazedly.
In a different neighborhood, I would have looked through the peephole first. Instead, I unbolted the front door and pulled it open wide enough to see out. Through the screen door I saw Britt and Lara standing in the soft white glare of the outdoor lights. Both were grinning. Completely caught off guard and very unsure of what to say, I simply raised my eyebrows and opened the door wider.
"Good evening," Lara said politely.
"Good evening," I answered, finally finding my voice. "Please...come in!"
Britt pulled the screen door back and held it for her mother. I stepped back as the two of them came into the hall and stopped.
"Perhaps we could have a drink together?" suggested Lara.
"Of course. I'm sorry--I was dozing on the couch and I'm still waking up!" I explained.
"Not getting enough rest?" Britt asked innocently.
I gaped for a moment, speechless again. "Let's go into the kitchen," I replied, gesturing the way.
Lara's shoes clicked on the hardwood floors as they preceded me. Even in my daze, I could admire the two slender Dutch beauties invading my home. Lara wore a simple blue shift dress that touched her elegantly at breast and hip. Britt had on khaki shorts, sandals, and a tank top that hugged her curves deliciously. Memories of both their bodies were fresh in my mind. Still, what the hell were they doing here?
"I think a glass of beer would help me to explain our situation," Lara said as she sat elegantly on a stool and crossed her legs.
"Yes, please...the same for me!" Britt added, sitting beside her mother.
Still bemused, I went to the fridge, extracted three pilsners, and set them on the counter. I got three glasses down, opened, and poured for all of us. After handing each woman her drink, I chose a stool around the corner of the island so I could see both of them easily and sat down.
"So what need explaining?" I began uncertainly.
"The three of us," Lara said simply. "I spoke to Britt as we worked today, and she told me about your night together. From what I saw of you two, and from what she has shared, it was very clear that you are a kind and thoughtful lover."
I glanced at Britt and she blushed a little bit, but smiled gamely back at me. Then she picked up the thread of conversation.
"I know that I got a little emotional this morning, but after I went to work, I talked it over with Mam and I said 'I think he would be very good to you' and that I wouldn't be jealous. She's my mam, and I want her to be happy, too!"
My turn. "I was wondering how that came about!" I admitted with a laugh.
Lara continued the story: "When I got back home after our...meeting, I of course told Britt how she was right. I have not felt so satisfied in many years!"
"Well, it was completely mutual, Lara" I replied gallantly.
"Yes, I think it was. For all of us," she continued. "Britt and I speak of many things quite openly, like sisters. I told you this yesterday, no?"
"You did."
"So after I returned home, Britt and I spoke again so I could thank her."
"Ah," I said wisely. I took a sip of beer to ease my suddenly dry mouth.
"I know this is unusual for mothers and daughters to share the same lover, no?"
"Very!" I assured her.
"But I believe I said something about the way married men are able to be cautious when it comes to their affairs, yes?"
"You did."
"Well, you have shown that to be very true. And now that my daughter has grown into a woman of taste and beauty, she is learning this lesson as well. I encouraged her because she will have to understand that pleasure is all around if one is...judicious about such things. That is the way of the world I grew up with, and I have found it to be true here as well. Do you not agree?"
"I do, and the results have been very enjoyable," I assured her, back to my normal self as I lifted my glass slightly toward both of them.
"Dank je," she replied, tilting her own in response.
"Mam...tell him why we are here!" urged Britt after the moment of gallantry had passed.
"Patience, mijn kind, patience! Mr. Robertson will need to understand our thinking first."
I was completely lost at this turn of conversation, but Lara did not make me wait for long.