I had just began a relationship with Mary. We were in the indescribably fun part of any relationship, you know the one: hard to take your eyes off each other, endless smirks, constantly late to social engagements because of fucking.
She: short, curvy in the most outstanding ways. Large, perfectly round breasts, perfect, plump ass, pale skin and curly hair, mesmerizing eyes. Me: tall, lean, scruffy. Handsome, I hope.
I took her to meet my parents, in my hometown. On the drive of a few hours she began asking me what the living situation was like at my parents house. I tried to describe my parents quaint, small cabin as endearing (it is), gorgeous (it also is), and magical (it definitely is), but she seemed disappointed. I couldn’t figure out why.
We were on the freeway, and I was driving. She unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them halfway down. “If the house is that small we probably can’t fuck all weekend. I’m gonna need some release before we get there”.