The first hour was spent cuddling, the second, kissing.  The taste of her mouth made my entire body crave for more and more contact.  It didn’t take long for the kiss to become deeper.  Both sets of hands had become frisky—hers had found their way under my shirt, running her fingers against my sides, and mine had found their way to her tight, little ass.  Slowly, her hands moved towards my breasts.

I moaned softly, “Bette…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No…don’t…”

Everything was moving so fast, but I didn’t want it to stop.  It felt so natural to be with her—to feel her body against me, to feel her hands all over me.  I started to take my t-shirt off.  As I once cared about how fast our sexual relationship would go, it no longer mattered how fast we moved.  It just felt right.

And, as my inhibitions went flying out of the window, I could hear the silver Mercedes that my dad drove pull into the driveway.

“Shit…” “Fuck…”

We both scrambled to fix ourselves, using each other to judge whether we looked presentable.  I kissed her once more as we dragged ourselves out of my room to meet my parents.

“Hey, guys!  I’d like to introduce you to my friend, Bette.”

I watched my father run his eyes over her.  Disturbed wasn’t even the word to use here.

“You’re Melvin’s daughter.” He took her hand into his own, “I’ve seen your pictures in his office.  It’s nice to finally meet.”

“Yeah, Dad has told me a lot about you.”

I knew that Bette was lying.  She hadn’t said much more than a word to her father in a month.  My father smiled.  He must have really admired Melvin Porter.  Bette switched her gaze to my mother.

“And it’s very nice to meet you too, ma’am.  You have a beautiful home.”

My mother hates Bette Porter and it is pretty obvious from the way that she looks at her.

“Thank you, dear.” My mother looked away.

“Bette, are you staying for lunch?” My dad asked.

“Oh, no, but thanks for the offer.  I probably should get home.”