Changes
I had just turned twenty and anticipation of change filled my thoughts. I was finishing my second year of community college and next spring I would be starting pre-med courses at USC. I would be spending one more semester at community college to complete courses which would allow me to start as an upper division student at USC. I had not anticipated entering medical school in high school and so I had to take make-up classes my first semesters at community college.
I worked a couple of afternoons a week as a medical assistant for Dr. Jacobs, my family doctor. He had helped me decide on USC. I would work full time for him over the summer. Dr. Jacobs kept hinting that I should become his partner and take over his practice when I got my MD. But I had other plans.
My best friend since middle school, Kaitlyn, was also finishing her second year as a business major at community college but wasn't planning on continuing. She had a job as a receptionist with her father's PR firm that she hoped would allow her to some day take over the firm. She was still kind of seeing Elliot but now had a group of what she called her "fuck buddies". There were three women and four guys, including Kaitlyn and Elliot. She had enjoyed hosting a swingers party with our friend Judy but a herpes scare among the group had convinced her that a small group was better. Every one of the members had tested clean and they promised not to have sex outside of the group. I guess they had sex with one another whenever two of them felt like it and agreed. I was surprised that it seemed to be working and all the members of the group also went out with others not in the group.
The biggest change was that my fiance, Corey, Kaitlyn's brother, would be graduating, with honors, from CalTech. He had accepted an internship at a company in Chicago and also would be attending the University of Chicago for a semester. This would be a long time to be without him. We had been together for two years and had been having sex weekly and almost every day during the summer.
I finished the final, farewell column of my popular advice column, "Susie, Says," for the community college newspaper and thought about Corey leaving. I wanted the last night before he left to be extra special. It wasn't easy deciding what to do.
Farewell Plans
I debated going to a hotel or maybe doing something unusual like an outdoor sex session. But I always came back to one choice. Most of the time we had sex in the guest house of his father's mansion. We had also been to some hotels but the guest house was always our favorite. Not only did it have a hot tub and pool that we had almost to ourselves, there was a kitchen and a place where we could eat. We frequently spent whole weekends naked and enjoying the sight and touch of our bodies. There was just something about the place. I would really miss going there while Corey was gone.
But if we spent his last night in the guest house, how could I make it special? I hoped that just spending the time in the place we would both be away from could be special enough and maybe I could think of something I could do to add to his pleasure.
For Kaitlyn's twentieth birthday her father had held a pool party. Kaitlyn had decided to have it be clothing optional and afterwards had convinced her father to allow her "fuck buddies" to use the guest house afterwards. She wanted me to have another clothing optional pool party for Corey's going away. "The pool party will get Corey really ready for the guest house," she said. I knew she was also thinking of getting her father to agree to let her have one of her fuck buddies in the other guest house bedroom. I declined but told her she could set up any sort of family event she wanted.
Well, she set up a pool party for the day before Corey was leaving. That was the same day I wanted to do something special. Because some of Corey's more inhibited family members and friends were attending, her father insisted that bathing suits be worn. Not only that but he offered the guest house and mansion bedrooms to some family members who would be coming from out of town. That meant that Corey and I wouldn't have the guest house. It also meant that Corey would likely be expected to hang around the mansion until late saying good-byes.
I didn't want a hotel but realized that some of our best sex occurred in new and different locations. One place came to mind, my bedroom. My parents would almost certainly object, much as they liked Corey, and even though they knew we had sex at least once a week and even more in the summer. "
I bet sneaking Corey into the house would be a turn on
," I thought. My parents would be at Corey's party and maybe I could convince them to spend the night at a hotel. Then Corey and I could just go in. "
Except for Cathy
," I thought. Cathy was my 16 year old sister.
Since there was no way to do it without Corey's cooperation I told him about my idea. "I guess spending the night in your bedroom would be okay," he said. "but I'm not going to sneak around. You need to get your parents' to agree." Then he added, "Don't you have a twin bed? Won't it be a little crowded?"
"Sounds good to me," I smiled back at him thinking that if I got my parents out of the house we could use their bed.
The idea just stuck in my mind and I started dropping hints about my parents staying at a hotel. I also started fixing up my bed room with new sheets, bedspread, curtains all picked to, I thought, make the room seem more romantic for Corey. Of course my mother noticed. "My, you have this place really decorated," she commented one evening. "A bit unusual for you, and the decor is not your usual choice either."
My Bedroom
I sensed that she was waiting for an explanation. I debated saying that my tastes had changed and I felt a bit more feminine but before I could stammer out the fib my conscience forced the truth to the front of my mind. It also reminded me of how my relationship with my mom had really improved over the last year or so. I had been able to comfortably talk to her about anything, including Corey and sex. She even responded by talking about sex with my Dad. I risked the truth, "Mommy, I want to have Corey spend the night before he leaves here. Because of his family we won't be able to use the guest house and I don't want to get a hotel room."
She didn't say, "No," but began to raise objections, "You only have a twin bed. What about Cathy? Won't Corey be inhibited with us here? You know we don't approve of you and Corey having sex.
What
about
Cathy, what does it say to her? ... "
I chose not to respond to the individual objections and questions. I saw them all as irrelevant or easily solvable. "So should I just get a hotel room? We
will
have sex you know."
"But what about
Cathy
?" she said. By asking this question she seemed to be agreeing to Corey and I using my bedroom. It was almost as if this was her only valid objection. Ever since I had become sexually active she had worried about the effect on Cathy.
"She knows Corey and I have sex," I said. "It's not a secret."
"But right here in the house. And you aren't the quietest lovers either."
"You should talk," I commented. Cathy and I frequently heard my father and her having sex and she really let loose when she had an orgasm.
That was probably not a good thing to say. "But we're married," she mumbled coldly and continued into her room.
But there
were
things to consider. I did have just a twin bed. It seemed nice and cozy for Corey and me to be snuggled up in the small space. But, ... Corey was a big guy. And, he had expressed a concern. And, though it might be cozy, after an hour or more it might get cramped and make it difficult to sleep. For that matter, it was nice to have a lot of room for wild and uninhibited activity. In such a small space options for positions would be limited and it would be difficult to move from one to another.
She had asked whether Corey would be inhibited but the fact was, I thought, I may be inhibited with Mommy and Daddy and Cathy just across the hall possibly listening for evidence of our our activity.
And, ...
What
about
Cathy? Mommy may have been worried about her but I worried too. I think I worried more than Mommy. Cathy seemed to be eager for sexual experiences and frequently asked about sex. She had once expressed a desire to get laid just to lose her virginity, not caring what boy she did it with. I felt guilty, with Cathy on my conscience.
I went to my mother's bedroom. The door was closed and I tapped. "Yes,..." she said.
"Can I talk to you Mommy? About having Corey here?"
"Of course dear," she responded, "Come in."