Like every other guy, I'll always remember my first girlfriend. For some it was the first of many things, holding hands, a kiss, even sex. What I remember most were her parents. Well, mainly her father.
School was going to end in a couple of weeks and we were looking forward to the summer. It was already getting warm and Mary and I had been out to an early movie one Saturday afternoon. We had dated since turning 18 last year. Always wanting to make a good impression, after I parked the car in the driveway, I made sure to get out and go around to open the door for her just in case her mom or dad were watching. Sure enough, I noticed both of them standing in the doorway watching us.
I walked Mary to the door and said hello. There was a brief conversation about the movie, if we liked it or not, did we have a good time. Then Mary's mom said she needed her help inside for a few minutes.
After I told Mary goodbye and that I would call her tomorrow, her mom said "Oh, don't leave yet, Rick has something to ask you."
My mind instantly went racing; I hope I'm not in trouble. What could this be about? Do they not want me to see their daughter anymore? Is he going to ask me if we have had sex? I just know he is. I can honestly say we haven't. The only thing we had done was kissing and maybe a little light fooling around. Is he going to ask me what my intentions with his daughter are? I'm not sure wouldn't be a good answer.
"So Scott, we need to move a refrigerator to the basement tomorrow to make room for a new one in the kitchen being delivered Monday, and I was talking to Mary's mother and I thought it would be nice if you would help us, if you don't have any plans that is."
My mind instantly relaxed. "Uh, no sir, nothing planned, I'd, uh, be happy to, thank you for asking me."
"That's great, say about 2:00 if you can."
"Yes sir, 2:00 will be just fine."
Rick reached out and shook my hand and placed another on my shoulder, "That's great Scott; I was hoping you would say yes. I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow."
I got in my car and I felt an overwhelming relief thinking that went much better than I thought it was going to. He seemed like a very nice man after all. The thought did cross my mind why he said "he" would be looking forward to seeing me and not "we", but maybe it was because it was just the two of us standing there on the porch. I was both nervous and glad that Mary's parents wanted to get to know more about me.
I called the next day to ask Mary if I needed to pick anything up on the way over but her dad answered. "No Scott, I think we have everything we need, come on by, the only thing missing is you" Rick said laughing.
"Ok sir, I'm leaving now, see you in a few."
As I was driving over, the clouds were getting darker. By the time I pulled up, it was pouring. I knocked on the door and Rick answered wearing a pair of denim shorts and t-shirt.
"Come on in Scott. That down pour sure came up fast. I was hoping we could relax out on the patio and enjoy the sun after we get this thing moved."
"Yes sir, it did, that would have been nice." Noticing I was dripping water on the entry way I said a little sunshine would help dry these clothes a little too.
"Let me get you a towel and see if I can find something dry for you."
Rick ran upstairs and handed me a towel to dry off. He had another pair of shorts and t-shirt in the other hand and said I could go in the bathroom and put them on.
As I got out of my pants, I noticed even my underwear was soaked so I took them off and folded them up inside my pants. Rick was taller than me by 6 inches and the shorts fit pretty loose around the waist. Why didn't I put a belt on I thought. Well, this will have to do. When I came out, Rick was bent over wiping up the water I had dripped on the floor. His shirt had ridden up a little and from what I could tell, he didn't have any underwear on either.
"Give those to me and I'll put them in the dryer for you."
Great, now he is going to be upset knowing I am going commando in his shorts, I thought.
While he was going to the laundry room, I finally realized how quite it was. Just the sound of the rain coming down. When he returned, I asked where Mary and her mom were.
"They just left a little bit before you got here. Betty said something about there being a big sale at the mall, so she and Mary went to find some bargains they just can't live without. You know how women are." Rick said laughing a little. "Well, the fridge is in here, follow me."
I followed him into the kitchen pulling up my shorts every now and then. I could see why he wanted help, it was heavy. But we finally got it down to the basement. It was a very nice finished basement. Carpeted, nice leather couch, two recliners, a large screen TV on one side and a pool table with a bar in the corner of the other side.
"Make yourself at home since it is too nasty outside, we can spend some time down here if you don't have to be anywhere else."
Taking a seat on the sofa, I said "No sir, nothing planned for today." I didn't know what I was nervous about, he really was nice guy.
He sat on the other side of the couch, "Scott, I can't thank you enough for helping me out, that's the one thing we needed down here to complete the room. Can I get you anything, water, soda, or ...?"