I put the water down and grabbed a dish towel off the counter and held it in front of my softening cock as Julia gaped at me. I had no idea how long she had been standing there. Had she heard Mandy and I fucking? Had she heard the filthy obscenities that poured from our mouths when we consummated our new romantic relationship for the first time?
Regardless of whether she had heard or not, seeing me walking comfortably naked around her house surely told her where things stood.
"Julia, I'm . . . I'm really sorry. We didn't know you were home and . . ." I trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence in a way that would be in anyway ok.
"And so you stripped down and screwed my daughter? Called her those names?" she said, her words like darts. "I had no idea you two were . . . I feel like such an idiot! I trusted you with her and you..."
I was surprised by her anger. Granted it was surely an unsettling moment and a situation that would be hard to wrap your head around, but Mandy and I were both of legal age. Did Mandy's innocent exterior blind her mother to the fact that she was now an 18-year-old woman? Or did she think I was somehow taking advantage of Mandy?
I wanted to talk to Julia, to put my arm around her shoulder and tell her that no matter how it may have sounded, that I had nothing but love and respect for her daughter. That this was new to us too, but wonderful and exciting. That there hadn't been any deception, just two teenagers fumbling their way towards each other.
Instead, I said, "Um, I should probably go put on some pants."
I side-stepped down the hall to Mandy's bedroom before Julia could reply, and opened the door to a gorgeous sight: Amanda lying naked on her bed, her sexy body on full display, her fingers slowly tracing along the folds of her pussy. I wanted to throw myself on top of her and do filthy things to her again and again, but even this luscious sight couldn't erase the embarrassment I'd just experienced.
"Um, Mads? Your mom is home. And, well," I gestured to my naked body.
"Oh no!" Mandy sat up, reaching for her a short silk robe hanging on the post of her bed and pulling it on hurriedly. "Oh, Joel, let me go talk to her. Get dressed."
"I . . . I think I'm going to hop out the window. Shit! I'm so embarrassed!"
"What? No, dummy, it's going to be fine. I'm sure she's just surprised. It's not everyday you find a boy you've treated like a son wandering your house naked. Especially when the boy is as cute as you." She kissed me on the nose.
"I don't know. She seemed pretty pissed. God, this is not how I wanted to announce our new relationship!"
"I'll go talk to her. It'll be ok. You know my mom, she's really open about everything. She'll be excited for us once she realizes what's going on."
Despite Mandy's reassuring words, I still felt self-conscious as I pulled my pants on. I decided I'd wait in Mandy's bedroom while she talked to her mom. I sat on the bed and looked around the room. I'd been hanging out with Mandy in this room countless times over the years, but to look at it with new eyes-as her boyfriend, not just her friend-it seemed different. There were the Katy Perry poster and the Goonies movie poster she'd had on her wall since eighth grade, but the photo of the two of us at my graduation and the Hamilton musical poster she had tacked above her dresser were new. There were more feminine items than I remembered too: hairspray, perfume, and makeup on the dresser, a jewelry case overflowing with necklaces and bracelets, a couple of bras slung over the arm of the chair in the corner. The stacks of books piled all around the room were expected, the record player and stack of vinyl albums at the foot of her bed were new.
She had changed more than just physically while he was away at school, I realized. She was hotter, obviously, but she was also more feminine, branching out into new interests, more mature.
I was excited to get to know this Mandy as well as I'd known my best friend Mandy the year before.
And to fuck her as much as humanly possible. I was excited about that too.
I was anxious, not sure what to do with myself so I sat down at her desk and logged onto her computer, thinking I could check my email while I waited for her to come back or to call me to talk to Julia or whatever would come next. Her logon password was the same as it had always been: mandala99. I had used her MacBook a million times while we were hanging out in the past, so I didn't think it would be a problem now.
I moved the cursor to type in the gmail web address when I noticed the bookmarks bar. Several folders along the bar had been labeled: School, College Apps, Music, Games, Exercise-but the last one on the toolbar was just labeled with a colon and a parentheses smiley face, and I didn't remember it being there before. I clicked on it out of idle curiosity, and my mouth fell open. Apparently, with no one sharing her computer with her anymore, Mandy had decided she didn't need to hide her porn anymore.
And my ideas of "Wholesome Mandy" continued to change.
There were a lot of links, and while some of them were pretty standard (pornhub, redtube, xhamster), she also had links to specific videos, which I guessed were some of her favorites: "Horny Slut Begs for Cock," "Big Tits Wet Threesome," "Dirty Talk Compilation 4," "Cum Slut Wants it Hard" and more. Even with my mouth hanging open I had to chuckle at one of the last links in the list: "Dr. Screw: A Dr. Who Porn Parody." She'd loved that show as long as I'd known her.
I heard the door open behind me and silently prayed it wasn't Julia behind me-to be caught looking at porn at this moment was the last thing I needed-but when I turned around Mandy was standing there alone, her cheeks already turning red.
"Oh my gosh, Joel, close that! Do you have sexual radar or something? I'm so embarrassed!"
I wanted to tell her it was nothing to be embarrassed about, but I thought I'd better find out where things stood with her mother first.
"Sorry, babe. I was just. . . . we'll come back to this later. How'd it go out there?" I closed the laptop.
She grabbed at a strand of hair and brought the ends toward her mouth, brushing it along her bottom lip. It was a nervous habit she'd had even when her hair was shorter, in the bob she'd worn for the first years of high school. I hadn't noticed before how innocently sensual it was.
"Um, pretty good. She left her checkbook here so she came back to grab it and, well, she kind of heard us. And then, you know, saw you walking around totally naked." Even though I could tell Mandy was still embarrassed, the corners of her mouth curved up a little when she mentioned her mom catching me with my cock out. And maybe later I'd be able to laugh at it too. Right now I was horrified of the prospect of seeing Julia again. Which made it even worse when Mandy said, "She's got to get to work, but she wants to talk to you for a second first."
"Mandy, I don't think I can face her right now! I'm so-"
"No, no, no," Mandy said. "I mean, she's ok. I think she wants to apologize for embarrassing you! She's ok with, you know, us. You know she and I talk about everything-she knew how much I was wanting to get together with you. She's excited for us!"
I had no desire to talk to Julia right then, and I wondered if Mandy's definition of "excited" was the same as her mother's, but I also knew that if Mandy and I were going to get together then we would be spending time over here all summer long. It would be better just to push through the awkwardness now and hope we never had to talk about it again. So I took Mandy's hand and walked down the hall back to the living room.
