Philip's POV
Getting back home, I find myself feeling a bit upset. I love my girlfriend more than anything, but why did she have to boast about her past exploits? I don't hold it against her or anything. I just don't want to talk about all the guys she fucked before dating me. What's wrong with that? I wouldn't make her uncomfortable by talking to her about other girls, even though I never fucked any before her. If I did, I wouldn't be bragging about it and telling her that they are tighter or have bigger boobs or bigger ass. No, the ass part is impossible. Heather has the biggest ass in our school. All the girls literally measured each other's ass in a competition.
I sit by myself on the bed and try to read an Arthur C Clarke novel, but thoughts of my blonde girlfriend distracts me. Why can't I get her out of my mind for just an hour? Am I really so damn pathetic that she's all I can think of? Yes, she deflowered me, but I couldn't just put her on the pedestal and treat her as though she is the only thing that matters in my life. I must find a way to think of something else other than her. Her and her laugh, and that mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and the way she mesmerises me so effortlessly... I quickly snap myself out of it and berate myself for getting further carried away. I can't be the guy who thinks of nothing but his girlfriend.
Someone knocks on the door and I call out "Come in!" My mom opens the door and walks into the room. She is a middle aged woman who is still fairly attractive. My dad definitely find her attractive given how loud he screams her name at night. I always shudder whenever he cries out loudly and begs her to do all sorts of stuff to him. "Is something wrong?" I ask my mother cautiously, noting the serious look on her face. My mother has a grave expression right now and it makes me feel a little nervous, wondering if I somehow did something wrong earlier today. No, I came home on time and kept to my own room. I couldn't have done anything wrong, right?"
"You didn't do anything," she says to me, almost as if she could hear what I'm thinking. "I'm worried about you." I watch as she sits down next to me on the bed and picks up the book that I set down earlier. She looks at it and says "I remember that you already read up to this point in the morning. You've been in your room for an hour now and you haven't read any further at all. There is something bothering you, isn't it, hun?" She knows me so well. Too well, in fact. I couldn't keep a secret from her at all. She can always easily see right through me.
I sigh before finally looking at her in the eyes. "It's just a girlfriend problem, mom," I tell her. She looks at me and waits for me to say something more. "I had a big argument with her. But it's nothing you have to worry about. She and I can fix this up by ourselves when we see each other again." I then take the book back. "Just give me some time to sort through my feelings first though mom. What we argued about was quite messed up and I'm not sure if I can talk about it right now. Like I said, I really need some time to myself first."
"You can tell me anything," my mother says to me. She doesn't look like she'd give up anytime soon, so I know that I will have to tell her the truth. But I still try to hold off for as long as possible. It won't be for much longer though. She presses on, asking me "What is it that you two argued about, exactly? I can't help you if you don't tell me." I'm about to open my mouth when she says "And before you say you don't need my help, I know you do. I raised you and I can tell how you feel. You are in need of a third opinion right now, my son."
"She boasted about having had sex with 93 guys and claimed that she did it for me," I reveal to my mom. She raises her eyebrows in confusion. "I asked her what she meant by that and she said she slept with those guys to gain some sexual experience and become a skilled lover, so when she finally gets me as her boyfriend, she could make me feel really good in bed." My mom looks like she couldn't believe this and I honestly don't blame her. I didn't believe it either and it happened to me. I was there when Heather said those things. She said it to me just earlier today.
My mom keeps on staring at me in her shock until I tell her I'm now starting to feel a little awkward. That's when she breaks out of it and wraps her arms around me. "Sweetie, you should never thank her for that," she tells me. "What she did before the two of you started to date is her business, but to tell you that she did it for you and ask you to thank her? That's crazy! She sounds like some sort of entitled bitch to me. She should apologize to you for what she said and you better make sure she does that." My mom then pat me on the back in an encouraging way before leaving the room.
That night I lay thinking in my bed and try to come up with a way to deal with the problem I got right now. It is all so messy and I have never had to deal with anything like it before in my life. I couldn't figure out what to do with the demand that Heather made. She went a bit too far, in my opinion. Okay, way too far, actually. But I will still forgive her if she apologizes for it. I would not thank her for sleeping around before she started dating me, because it is just crazy. She couldn't have been serious and if she was serious, then that is a major red flag and I should run.
The next morning, when my parents are gone, I'm surprised by the visit of my beautiful girlfriend. Heather looks as gorgeous as ever in her volleyball uniform as she stands at my front door and gives me an apprehensive smile. It is the first time I have ever seen her so nervous. "Come in, honey," I say to her. She smiles at me calling her honey and I smile back, but only lightly. I'm happy to talk but we can't just go back to the way it was earlier, not until she owns up and apologizes for what she did to me yesterday. That was way too messed up for me to simply forget.
"Listen, baby," Heather begins once we are inside. She and I sit down at the big couch together, with her being next to me. "I know that the stuff I said to you yesterday was wrong and I'm so sorry about it. I love you so much and I don't want to lose you. Will you forgive me and give me another chance? Please? I promise I will never screw up like that again." She looks at me with puppy dog eyes and I find myself captivated by them. How could I ever hope to stay angry at her for long? It's impossible to be mad at someone this cute.
"I'll give you another chance, baby, but only because I love you so much and I don't want to lose you either," I say to and then kiss Heather, making her grin widely. She kisses me back and the two of us make out for a couple of minutes before we stop. "Is there anything else you want to talk to me about, baby?" I ask her just in case. Feeling her in my arms is the best thing in the world. Well, except for feeling my cock inside her, of course. Nothing could ever beat that. She deflowered me and turned me into her submissive slut so easily. All she has to do these days is tell me to fuck her and I'd be hopeless to resist.
