Jenna and I were coming home from college our final year. We had met just six months ago, but things had moved along fast. I was convinced that this was the girl I was going to marry.
She was smart, sexy, and very personable. Her body was fit too, as she had been on the track team at college. Sexually, we were having a good time. It was the best sex I had ever had. Although she looked kind of innocent, she had a really strong sexual side.
We were going home straight to her parent's house and I was going to meet them for the first time. Hopefully, if everything went to plan, they would be my future in-laws.
"Don't worry honey," Jenna said as we walked up to the door of the palatial estate, "They are going to love you."
As we walked into the house her mother and father had been waiting for us and they greeted us with big smiles. Her mother, who gave me a big hug and a kiss, was extremely attractive for being close to middle-age. She still dressed the part too. She had on a short skirt and her top was low cut so I got a good look are her tight breasts. Looks like I could expect good things as Jenna aged.
Her dad didn't say much. He kind of just greeted me with a friendly hello and then kind of stepped back. Jenna's mom put her arm around me and started asking me all types of questions about my life. They were good questions too, so I could tell she was genuinely interested.
After some small talk and wine in the kitchen, we went into the dining room. This house was amazing and each room was impressive. Her dad, Mr. Anderson, did something in finance I was unfamiliar with, but they had also inherited a lot too.
Jenna's mom did a lot of the conversing catching up with Jenna and asking me more about myself, and how we met and such. She thought it was so romantic.
"Oh young love," Mrs. Anderson said, "Honey isn't this so sweet? Our daughter is in love!"
"Um, yes dear," her husband replied
"And if I may say so," Mrs. Anderson said to me, "You really are a fine young man. I'm so happy Jenna found someone to care for her as sweet as you."
"Oh, mom..." Jenna said.
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Anderson replied, "I'm a mother. We get happy when we see good things happen to our children. You'll see what I mean one day."
"Mom!" Jenna said smiling.
The dinner was really nice and casual. I was really enjoying myself. Jenna had her hand on my knee and we were just relaxing.
Just then the doorbell rang. I thought it was kind of strange being that it was like ten in the evening.
"Please let them in dear," Mrs. Anderson said to her husband. He got up without saying anything and we went back to talking.
A few moments later, two guys came into the dining room. They were both over six feet, but one looked older than the other. The younger one seemed to be about Jenna and my age. Frankly, they looked a little rough to be friends with such high class people as the Andersons. Jenna exchanged smiles with the younger guy.
"I'd like you to meet Mr. Johnson and his son, Jake," Mrs. Anderson said to me.
"Um, hello," I said, still not sure what was going on.
Mr. Johnson took the seat Mr. Anderson had sat at at the head of the table. Maybe Mr. Anderson wasn't returning. Jake sat down across from me next to Mrs. Anderson. Jake was staring at Jenna in a way that was making me a bit nervous.