My stories do not need to be read in a particular order and I'm not writing or releasing them chronologically anyway. Still, bear in mind that some will involve the same people.
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I'm going to call myself Tom for the purposes of my stories (I'm giving the other people alternate names as well). I'm British and was 19 at the time this took place.
I had finished school, back in the UK, but had decided to go to University in Czech Republic, because they offered a unique course I couldn't take anywhere in Britain, but I wanted for my future career.
Luckily, everyone in CR speaks English, and the lectures were in English, so that wasn't a problem. I also had relatives living near the town, which is why I chose CR rather than America or Germany.
I met a Czech girl called Violeta (Vi for short) taking the same course as me and we would "study together". It didn't take long for everyone at school, my roommate and her family to work out what was really going on.
My relationship with Vi was awkwardly simple to say the least. We were both attractive people with high sex drives, just having fun. We were true fuck-buddies doing it whenever we had the chance. Everyone knew what we were doing but I didn't think of us as boyfriend and girlfriend until she casually introduced me to a friend as such. It was an unorthodox relationship, but it worked. But that's a story for another time.
It was a Saturday night, a few months into our first year of the course. My roommate had asked if he could use the room that night with his girlfriend. I figured it was the least I could do for him, I had had the room to myself during daylight hours for most of my time here. He spent a lot of time doing sports and at parties, so Vi and I had used that room a lot.
I'd agreed to stay with Vi for the night at her parent's house (their house was near the university, so she didn't have to stay on site), I'd done this a few times before whenever my roommate wanted the room. Her parents were fine with it as long as we were quiet (Vi had a young sister).
So we had quiet giggling sex in her room before going to sleep.
I woke up before Vi the next morning and had to leave early for my Czech lessons (the school was giving them for free, so why not?). I'd brought fresh clothes and my washing kit, so I crossed the hall to the bathroom to take a shower before leaving.
Their cat (I can't remember what it was called) was pawing at the bathroom window, so I let it in and kicked it out the door so I could take my shower. It was a weird animal, he would sleep all day and they had no idea what he was doing at night.
"Do you have a pet, back home?" I heard.
Vi's mum (mom to you Americans), Marie, was leaning on the wall just outside their room. She was wearing a fluffy dressing gown and slippers and her eyes seemed to pierce right through me. I hadn't heard her leave her room, and I wasn't sure if she had already been standing there, so I was a little surprised.
"No." I said quickly, noticing that I was staring. "We used to have a dog, but she died a few years ago."
I hadn't seen much of Marie when I was around the house, so I was only just now realising how attractive Marie was. She had shoulder length natural blonde hair, had a curvy body not very well hidden by her gown and the piercing blue eyes Vi had clearly got from her. And of course, that ageless Slavic beauty the females in Eastern Europe were blessed with.
I quickly reminded myself that all I was wearing was my underwear and a shirt and that this was my girlfriend's mother.
"Do you like cats?" She said.
"No" I said. "They've never seemed like very loving animals to me."
The conversation at this point was feeling very forced and quite awkward, we could both sense it and I still wasn't quite sure what Marie was up to. I made a move to close the bathroom door.
"Cats are loving animals, they just need time to show it." She continued to force the issue, walking closer to me.
She advanced towards the cat, that was sitting near my feet, watching us both intently.
"He is a bit..." Flustering as she looked for the English word. "...strange."
She bent down to pick up the cat, standing right in front of me but luckily her gown was long enough to fall over the back protecting her modesty and keeping my thoughts clean.
"But he loves us, really." She said, picking up the cat.
The cat escaped her hold and lovingly ran away down the stairs. Marie stood up, looking silly, and turned around to look at me. We were within a foot of each other and the conversation had properly died now.
Our eyes were locked awkwardly as we were both struggling to find something to say (it was an awful conversation anyway). I could feel her warm breath on my shoulder and my heart rate starting to speed up. Eager to relieve the tension and diffuse the situation, I began to turn back to the bathroom.
Seeing her chance slip away, Marie abruptly grabbed me by the balls, preventing me from moving any further and making her intentions obvious. I inhaled sharply and turned back to meet her stare. Silence descended again as we looked at each other, acknowledging what had just happened, words weren't really needed by that point.
With a wolffish grin on her face, she put her other hand on my chest and began to push me into the bathroom. We didn't break eye contact, but she didn't try to kiss me, only push me up against the bathroom wall, next to the sink. I clearly wasn't resisting, so Marie finally broke eye contact to look down and see what she was working with. As she started to rummage around inside my boxers I moved my hands to take her gown off, and see what was underneath.
