Mandy fell asleep that night, happy in the knowledge that she and Bobby were back in a good place. She had worried that he might back away from the conflict. Although she had no evidence to support that fear, apart from his suddenly gloomy mood, it was at least partly responsible for her overlooking the fact that, beyond the initial seduction, Bobby had continued with his sexy women, two of them for almost a year.

Other factors entered into her decision as well. What boy, even someone as respectful as Bobby, wouldn’t continue enjoying and learning from women – attractive women by his account – who so willingly threw themselves at him every week?

The most compelling reason, though, was the way he’d felt about her during that time or after she’d broken up with him. She could see he was almost in tears when he described the prolonged sadness he felt. Added to the fact that he’d told the two women he was closest to about her and how he missed her, and then cut off relations with them all so quickly, left her willing to ignore it.

There was another issue, though. One she’d only just realized and would have to discuss with him as soon as possible. Their weekend together was less than a week away.

Although Bobby felt better about being honest with Mandy, the one lie left bothered him a little. He hadn’t said anything untrue, but a lie of omission was still a lie. The whole story had been such a lie, yet he was mostly comfortable that he’d been truthful with Mandy, even if he didn’t tell her about Serena. He hadn’t shared the identity of any of the others, and he’d only been with Serena the one time. Also, Mandy was friends with Jason, though not as close as he was, and she certainly knew his mom, since they’d attended parties hosted by him and his mom. Her secret he felt he had to keep.

Meeting at the campus café after their first class, Bobby offered a quick kiss and a hug that lasted much longer. Mandy luxuriated in the warmth of his arms and body.

“So, what do we need to discuss?” he asked, still a bit concerned over her early morning text, though it diminished with the warm greeting.

“Bobby, don’t take this wrong, okay? I’m just concerned for both of us,” she said, reading his face and feeling comfortable to move on. “Did you wear a condom with any of those women?”

“Only one. The others told me they were on birth control,” he admitted, only now wondering if he should have taken them at their word. “Do you think maybe they weren’t?”

“No, I’m worried about STDs,” she replied, adding, “Sexually transmitted disease?” when he looked confused.

“Oh. Well, I don’t think any of them …” he started, but realized he knew little if anything about their sex lives with others.

“I don’t think so either, Bobby,” she fibbed a little, “but it’s easy enough to check and be sure. I understand Planned Parenthood does free testing, and we can have the results in a couple of days.”

He agreed, and they went that afternoon. Mandy drove because she knew where it was, and when Bobby casually asked why she knew so much about Planned Parenthood, she told him.

“I was here about a month ago to get birth control pills,” she said as they pulled into the parking lot. She liked that, despite his extraordinary experiences of the past year, he still retained some of his innocence and offered a patient smile as he worked it out in his head before they exited the car.

“Oh! So I won’t have to wear a condom when we …”

“No, you won’t,” she said, her smile becoming shy. “And both of us getting tested will put our minds at ease about STDs.”

“You’re getting tested, too?” he asked.

“It’s not nearly as common, but they can be passed on through oral sex as well. Finished your water? Good. Let’s go,” she finished as she opened the car door.

“Why are you worried about me finishing my water?” he asked, and she sighed, accepting his ignorance, not frustrated by it.

“For the tests. They’ll take both blood and urine samples,” she said, finally exiting the car.

It wasn’t all that different from what he’d been through with his doctor, but it did feel strange doing it with Mandy. Exiting the building after submitting their test samples, Bobby pulled Mandy into a grateful hug just outside the door.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know about these things, but I’m very glad that you do!” he told her.

“I didn’t really know that much about it either until I came here for my pills. We had kind of a counseling session before they’d prescribe them. They told me that most boys seem unaware of the risks, so you’re not alone,” she finished, tipping her face up, soliciting a kiss.

Thursday night, before their big weekend and having gotten the ‘all clear’ on their STD tests,  Bobby told his mother about the study group getting together for an all-night cramming session on Statistics and American History before finals starting soon. She accepted his story and let him think she believed it, but she knew better. Who studies all night? On a weekend? Will you really retain anything by staying up all night reviewing? So long before the tests?

She’d seen how close he and Mandy had become and was sincerely happy about it. He treated her with respect and kindness, and they clearly loved being together. They’d come through some sort of crisis, even more dedicated to each other, showing all the signs of young love. It reminded her of what she and her ex were like at that age. She was able to put her anger and bitterness aside for a while and remember that magical time, and especially the first time they made love, with a happiness she hadn’t felt in years. All reawakened by seeing her loving son about to have his first marvelous experience with a girl he seems to love and that she likes and approves of as well.

Bobby raced through his Friday lawns to make it home a little earlier than usual, so he could take a shower and pack an overnight bag. Mandy had already texted him that her parents had left and she would pick him up as planned. He got a little worried when his mother came in and sat at his desk, a clear indication she wanted to talk to him about something.

“What’s up, Mom? I’m in a bit of a hurry. The guys are expecting me,” he lied convincingly.

“This is important, Bobby. You can be a little late, I’m sure,” she said, moving to sit beside him on his bed. “I was thinking about your father earlier today,” she started, noticing some worry in his face. “All these years, you’ve only known how hurt and angry I was when he left us. You don’t know what he … what we were like before that.”

Bobby relaxed a little, having never seen this side of his mother before, and was interested to hear more about his father.

“We were so in love, Bobby! Before we were married, we couldn’t wait to see each other, taking advantage of every opportunity to be together. We waited until we both finished college and your father had a decent job before we got married, but even those years waiting were incredible. We talked excitedly about getting married, and when we did, it was another step toward even greater happiness.”

“But what about what he did? Being with another …”

“Let’s not talk about that now, Bobby. I want you to know that your father was a wonderful husband and lover. We waited again, a couple of years, for him to advance in his job, before we had you, and those years were filled with all the love you can imagine. We were thrilled beyond belief to find out you were on the way and your birth was another milestone for a perfect family.”

“Thank you, Mom,” he said, putting his arm around her while she held his other hand in hers. “It’s nice to hear there were good times with him.”

“I’ve been a bit overbearing with you, Bobby. About girls and such, and I’m sorry. I was just so hurt when it all ended. It was like a fairy tale turned into a nightmare, and I didn’t want you to become a person who could do that to another. I’ve allowed my anger to take over and laid all the blame on your father.”

“But he cheated on you, with that woman …”

“Yes, he did, Bobby, but it wasn’t entirely his fault. After you were born, we had several years of happiness, getting used to being parents and all the joys that came with it, but I was so dedicated to being a mother that I neglected your father, and that gradually took its toll on our marriage. I’m not saying I drove him away exactly, but I didn’t make much of a case for him staying either.”

“Oh, Mom! I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was me who …”

“NO! No, it wasn’t, Bobby! You’ve been a marvelous son as a young boy, and now a responsible, respectful gentleman as an adult.”

“Why are you telling me this now?” he asked, still worried it might have something to do with his night with Mandy.

“I know you’re not going to a study group tonight,” she said, noticing the instant change in his demeanor. “I suspect you’re going to spend the night with Mandy, and I have a pretty good idea what you’re going to do.”

“Mom, I … we’re just …” he stammered, not knowing what to say but desperate not to have their plans spoiled.

“Relax, Bobby. I’m not trying to stop you! In fact, I want you to go! I want you to experience what your father and I did when we were so in love, and your Mandy seems to be the perfect girl.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I’m sorry I misled you about your father. I hated him for leaving us, but he was a good man at one time. Where will you be with Mandy?”

“Um,” he stalled, not sure he should say. “Her parents are gone for the weekend to care for her grandmother. You won’t tell them, will you, Mom? Please?”

“No, I won’t. I’m glad you’ll be in the safety of a home. Your father and I did it in the back of his father’s Suburban the first time!”

“Mom!?” he gasped, as every kid does when faced with the reality of their parents having sex, regardless of the circumstances.

“So in love, Bobby, so in love!” she chuckled at his reaction. “You have a good time and be gentle with Mandy!”

“I will,” he replied, and seeing tears in his mother’s eyes, hugged her and told her he loved her.

She watched him leave, walk down the street to be picked up by Mandy a few houses away. He’d explained that Mandy was picking him up so that her neighbors wouldn’t see his truck parked in their driveway all night. Having told Bobby what she’d been afraid to fully admit to herself, she wondered if she might loosen up and try to enjoy life more than she had, harboring such anger and guilt for so long.

He got in Mandy’s car, still a bit dazed, and kissed her hello with less enthusiasm than she expected.

“Are you okay, Bobby?” she asked, seeing his faraway look.

“I’m … I’m fine, but you are not going to believe the conversation I just had with my mom!”

“What happened?” she asked, her turn to worry about their plans going awry.

“I’ll tell you when we get to your place, okay?” he replied.

Driving off, she kept looking over at him, seeing his face gradually change from stunned to smiling. He, too, stole furtive glances at her while rehashing the whole conversation with his mother cemented something in his mind, making him very happy, and he couldn’t wait to tell Mandy.

They arrived at her house and, using the garage, were able to hide his presence. Entering through the kitchen, he immediately noticed the change from the usual bright lights to dimmed lighting. She led him to their living room, where romantic candles stood next to two glasses of wine on the coffee table. She sat and patted the seat next to her, encouraging him to sit, but he offered his hand and pulled her up into his arms for a romantic hug and a gentle, loving kiss.

“I love the way you hold me,” she sighed, repeating that sentiment every time she felt so comfortable and secure in his arms. “Tell me about the conversation with your mother!” she said when they sat on the sofa.

He recounted the whole story, getting excited at some parts and sad at others, but finished with the happiest smile she’d ever seen on his face.

“Oh my God, Bobby! That’s … that’s incredible! It really shows how much she loves you! Do you feel differently about your father now?”

“I don’t know yet. I’m still processing that. It made me happy to know they loved each other so much at one time. But it also made me realize something about you, or about us, I guess.”

“Really? What’s that?” she asked, hoping she knew what he was about to say.

“I thought about how happy I am when I’m with you and even when I think about you when we’re apart. I thought especially about how sad I felt when I didn’t have you and when I was afraid I’d lose you again. How important it was for me to be honest with you about Linda and the others despite that fear. I put it all together with my mom’s stories, and I realized … I love you, Mandy!”

“Really, Bobby?”

“Yes, really! I love you so much!” After a kiss, he continued, “I want you to know it has nothing to do with what we’re gonna do tonight. If you want to call it off, I’ll still love you. But if we do make love tonight, I hope to show you how much I love you!”

“Oh, Bobby! I can’t believe it,” she cried, and with real tears streaking down her cheeks, she fell into his arms again.

“Believe it, Mandy,” he whispered in her ear.

“I can’t believe it because I love you too, Bobby! I’ve wanted to tell you for a couple of weeks now, but I can’t wait to show you, too!” she said before kissing him with all the love and passion she had. For a moment, she wondered if this night could get any better and then remembered it was about to.

When they released their iron grip on each other, they just stared into each other’s eyes, seeing the love they’d just professed, knowing they were going to live a fantasy tonight, together. Mandy reached for the glasses of wine and handed one to Bobby.

“To us and our first night together!” she said, her voice still shaky with emotion. They clinked glasses, took a sip, and kissed. “I love you,” she said quietly as she put her glass down.

“I love you, too, and I love hearing you say that,” he replied.

Standing up, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom, where her bed lay invitingly open, lit only by more candles. Just inside the doorway, they fell into each other’s arms again, this time their hands exploring with quiet patience, knowing there was neither need nor desire to rush.

Bobby turned her around, and with her back against his chest, he slid his hands up her sides, pulling her top off slowly, taking the breasts he thought of as perfect in hand. Pulling her body against his, her head fell back against his shoulder as he gently caressed them through the second skin of her sheer pink bra. Her breathing quickened as she savored his touch, knowing there was so much more to come.

Turning to face him again, she kissed him lightly as she reached for the hem of his polo shirt, pulling it up and off when he let go of her long enough to raise his arms. Her hands returned the favor of enjoying his chest, though they covered a larger area, pressing harder on the shapes of muscles, while his head bent to kiss her neck with a hand in her silky hair that flowed over her shoulders.

Slowly kneeling before his love, he kissed his way down her body until he reached the waist of her skirt, only noticing now how it hugged her shapely hips. He felt her hands running through his hair as he held her to him, running his hands over her pert bottom before deftly opening the button and zipper at her side.

The garment fell unceremoniously to the floor as he audibly moaned at the sight of her female shapes displayed so perfectly by the plain, but tight pink panties that matched her bra. No lace, fancy trim, or skimpy coverage was needed. The way the light fabric flowed over her body from her hips and tummy, pouring down between her thighs to accentuate the beauty of her womanhood, was all that was needed to lift any man’s desire. The swelling of her petite lips, with just a hint of the slit between, presented as a slight shadowy depression, and a thin, darker line telling of the moisture within, was sheer perfection to him.

“So beautiful!” he said before leaning in to press his lips to them, deeply breathing in her scent, tasting her through the porous fabric.

“Oh God!” she sighed as her hands gripped his hair and pulled his face in, her hips adding to the pressure against her pussy that wanted more. She allowed a few swipes of his tongue before she pulled away, telling herself to slow down and enjoy the luxury of time they had. “Kiss me!” she voiced close to a demand while encouraging him to stand and press his lips to hers, her nostrils flaring at a whiff of her womanly bouquet when their lips met.

With one hand on his cheek, they kissed each other’s lips and face, while her other hand drifted down to lay a palm on the tumescent bulge in his khaki slacks. Pulling away from his lips, she licked hers, signaling her desire for his sex. Her hand followed the length of him as she dropped to her knees with both hands going to the closures that kept him away from her mouth. She let his pants pool around his ankles as she looked up at him, smiling. He’d never done anything to enhance his physical appeal, so the tight, black, bikini briefs were a surprise she appreciated.

Running her fingers and palm along the swollen shaft, confined uncomfortably in the tight garment, she gradually shifted it to point north, her eyes twinkling with desire as the bulbous head emerged above the tight elastic. Unlike her, the only teasing shape presented was a hint of veins through his tight underwear, but otherwise, his was a prominent, almost vulgar, display of his arousal. With her hands on his hips, she looked up at him briefly before licking the naked inches that offered the ultra-sensitive underside to her tongue.

“Oh, Mandy!” he gasped at the electrifying tip of her tongue, so lightly licking yet sending the jolts to his body and brain. His fingers stretched out with his hands uselessly at his sides before insinuating them into her hair, careful not to affect her tantalizing approach. He, too, had to remind himself to take it slowly, but when her hands slid around to his ass, he wanted her to squeeze it tightly in response to her face pressed to his stomach as her mouth tried to suck in the tip of his cock.

Suddenly, her fingers hooked into the waist of his sexy undies, and he was relieved of them in one fluid tug as they, too, fell to the floor.

“Mmm!” she hummed as his cock was finally free to be inhaled. With both hands wrapped around it, she held it up for her mouth to lick and suck the remaining inches. “Sit on the bed, Bobby!” she instructed after he’d shouted her name in response to her touch.

He stepped backward, and she followed on her knees until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, picking up where she left off moments before. Her hand and mouth coordination had gotten even better over time, but what he really noticed was the tip deep in her throat for a couple of seconds before pulling away. His gasp had her looking up at his wide eyes, a smile taking her lips off her prize for a moment. Proud of her progress, she did it again and again, loving his pleasured aural response.

With her head in his lap, he could reach her back, and the clasp of her bra caught his attention. He opened it and helped her shrug it off. It was a bit awkward, but his hands soon found her tits hanging from her chest into his hands, spurring her on to accelerate her efforts with his cock.

Her head bobbed on his long shaft while her hands did their part to bring him to his climax. Soon, she could feel the familiar pulsing at the base, held back by the grip of fingers. Waiting till his agitation reached a fever pitch, she slathered the tip with her tongue as she sucked and released the torrent, filling her mouth with his seed. She loved how her tongue could trigger additional shudders as he slowly came down from his peak.

“Oh God, Mandy! Come here! I need to hold you!” he said when he could finally speak.

She climbed on the bed and, standing over him, pulled her panties down and off, removing the last article of clothing between them. He smiled, taking in her nudity, and moved back on the bed while she came down to his level, lying atop his body as arms wrapped tightly around each other, luxuriating in the comfort of their entwined naked bodies in a warm bed.

“You are the most beautiful girl in the world!” he proclaimed after rolling to his side with her beside him. He brushed her hair from her face and offered a short, sweet kiss.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself,” she replied, then, “Oh yeah!” when his hand found her naked breast.

“No, I’m not,” he replied softly, in that modest way she loved.

After ensuring both breasts felt loved, his hand slid slowly down over her tummy, through the delicate wisps of hair on her mound, and between the thighs that parted in anticipation. He always loved the feeling of a warm, slippery wet pussy in his hand, knowing he’d brought that about, but with Mandy it seemed like another statement of love, and as if on cue, she whispered, “I love you!” in his ear while he kissed her neck.

Gentle fingers were all it took to have her breathing heavily and lifting her hips to push against his hand. He was about to slip a finger into her, but decided the first time he’d be inside her would be for the reason they were together tonight. Instead, his fingers alternated between tender touches and firm pressure in her slit and on her clit.

“Oh God! Lick me? Please? Eat me, Bobby!” she cried, practically biting his neck. “Hurry, Bobby! I’m gonna cum!”

Wasting no time getting there, he moved quickly between her legs that rose in the air expectantly. One soft swipe of his tongue told her he’d arrived, but there was nothing gentle about the way his mouth attached itself to her slippery lips. Kissing, licking, nibbling, and sucking in equal measure had her writhing in his face, and when her thighs clamped down on his head, he pulled her into him with his hands on her ass.

“Oh! Oh! I’m cumming! Oh! My! God!” she screamed, leaving his mouth awash in her juice, his head still held between her trembling thighs. Her body shook still when she released her grip on his face. Rising up on his knees, his hand gently soothed the spasming muscles in her thighs, until her knees, up, apart, and almost flat on the bed spoke silently of what she wanted next.

“Now?” he asked when her eyes opened.

“Yes,” she said, tears of joy forming in her eyes. “I want you inside me, Bobby,” she said in a tender voice. “Love me?”

“I do love you! So much!” he said before taking cock in hand, ready to guide it home.

“Oh my God, Bobby! This is it!” she exclaimed as he ran the tip of his cock through her slit, collecting the slippery stuff, before placing it at the opening with barely any pressure at all.

“Are you ready, Angel?” he asked, the name he’d use from now on coming to mind in that instant.

“Oh, Bobby! Am I? Your angel?”

“You are! My beautiful Angel!” he said, wishing he could kiss her, but with the tip of his cock pushing inside so slowly, that would have to wait.

“Oh God!” she sighed, then, “Ow!” when her hymen broke.

“What!? What’s wrong!?”

“Nothing!” she replied, knowing he wouldn’t understand. “Nothing, just keep going! Oh yeah, Bobby! Fill me up!” she cried, pushing a little herself.

Inching his way in, he was amazed at how tight she was, reminded briefly of Mia, the only other girl he’d been with who hadn’t had children, but not making that connection. A couple of times he pulled back a bit before pushing in again.

“Oh, Mandy! You feel so good inside!”

“All the way now, Bobby! Please?” she pleaded, wanting so badly to hold him. “Oh yeah! Oh God! Oh God!” she cried, feeling him so deeply within, and when she could feel his hips against her, “Come here! Hold me!”

A long sighing gasp escaped her lips when she felt his body lying atop hers. They kissed, tenderly at first, expressing their ultimate love, but passion took over as they mashed their lips together, while he pushed again. Already at the limit, he just loved the feeling of their hips pressed so hard together.

“Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!” she moaned as he pulled back an inch or two and easily slid back in.

Again and again, he pulled back, a little further each time, their gasps and cries expressing joy at such heavenly friction. Their mutual cries of ‘Oh’ turned to gasps of ‘Oh God’ and then to yelps of ‘Oh fuck!’ as more and more of his length slid in and out of her tight pussy. The pace gradually quickened, and it wasn’t long before …

“Oh, Bobby! I’m cumming! I’m … I’m … cum … OH GOOODDD!”

Her whole body shook, and she shared it with him by hugging him as tightly as ever. When she lifted her head off his shoulder to kiss him, he started again, this time lifting his body enough to kiss her pert breasts, as the harder, energetic thrusts he employed now took effect.

Taking his face in her hands, she held his head up, demanding that he look in her eyes. So much love, but also the unbridled spark of passion. Disbelieving something so stunningly spectacular, Mandy had to believe it was their love for each other that made it so. Even Bobby, for whom it wasn’t a ‘first’ experience, knew that it was his beautiful Angel that made this so much better than any before.

“Oh. My. God. Bobby!” she cried, words punctuated by short gasps of air, as another climax was building quickly. “Cum with me!”

Seconds later, after a flurry of quick thrusts, she felt his release inside her and screamed when hers came as well, almost simultaneously. His hips didn’t stop, but slowed down to gentle strokes, each savoring the breathtaking feeling of being so close and so in love.

“Oh my!” she gasped once more when his entire length pulled out, and he collapsed at her side.

With one arm under her neck and the other around her waist, he pulled her to him, saying, “I love you so much, Angel!”

“I love you too, my dear, sweet Bobby! I have never felt anything so incredible in my whole life!”

Short, tender, loving kisses abounded for several minutes as their thoughts and breath caught up with them, but soon lips and fingers were wandering again. Wordlessly, they agreed that they must do it again, and as soon as she felt him ready, she was gently pulling his cock to her pussy again.

“Let me do it, this time?” she asked, using a firm grip to guide the first couple of inches in, and then, “Oh God!” when one smooth, painless lunge found him deep inside her again.

And that wasn’t the last time, either. Both marveled at the difference a comfortable bed and unlimited time made. They gave and received in equal measure until sheer exhaustion claimed them both, falling asleep with her back to his chest, his arms around her, and hers holding them to ensure he never let go. Each woke at different times during the night, and after a moment’s disorientation, the utter joy of holding each other and the memory of a magical night allowed sleep to return easily.

In the morning, Mandy woke first, finding Bobby on his back with one arm around her, while she lay at his side, her head resting on his chest. She couldn’t imagine feeling any happier than she did at this moment.

“You were right,” she said softly with her head still on his chest, swelling gently with shallow breaths. She felt him stir and looked up in time to see his eyes open and the most delightful look on his face when he saw her looking back. A priceless smile.

“Good morning, Angel!” he said, so pleased with his word choice as she had to be of divine origin to make him as happy and content as he was now. “About what?” he asked. She looked puzzled. “You said, ‘You were right.’ I assume you were talking to me?” They both chuckled.

“You were right about making this a special, memorable time for us both. Not only what we did last night, but this, waking up together. You said you couldn’t send me home alone after what we’d shared, and I am so unbelievably happy that you made us wait. Thank you,” she said as tears appeared. “I can’t imagine having to get in my car and go home alone after,” she paused, sniffling. “… after making love for the first time. I love you, Bobby! So much!”

“I love you too, Angel!” he said, pulling her face to his for a tearful, loving kiss. Their eyes met when their lips parted. “Would you like me to show you how much again?”

“Yes! Oh yes, Bobby!” she said as she moved to lie atop him, smothering his face with kisses.

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What a joyous night! I hope it recalled pleasant memories of first times as it did with Bobby's mom! I'm so happy with the reception this dramatic change in Bobby's story has received, and I hope it will continue with 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments abounding, and ... THANK YOU FOR READING!!