Meet The Parents.
Dad’s stare became embarrassing, in the end Mum ushered him into the kitchen. Rose sat there, next to me in the front room and smiled before saying.
“Your Dad, cannot take his eyes off my chest.”
This meeting had gone downhill, but turning to Rose I could see his point of view. Her chest impressive under her jumper, I’ll admit it, his a very natural male human reaction. Mine fueled by pheromones and other chemical reactions, mum only protecting against a threat to what she still considered her little boy and her husband.
Mum’s voice escalated as it rose in volume, it was embarrassing.
Her interrogation began as a steady round of questions the week before, and not let up as she kept on at me.
“When am I going to meet this girlfriend of yours?”
It started, when like all mother’s, the signs were there. Little things, like showering every day, picking at my food and a dumb moonstruck expression on my face. She did not have all the facts, yet when did that count? Like all females’ she had intuition, a fine gift, one now filling in the blanks.
“I’m pleased for you, love, but I never for one minute thought you’d take up horse riding.”
Two years before, I figured out working at the local stables being the best place to meet females. Although said female grooms were indifferent to my presence. They cared more about their charges than me, but I worked hard at any job assigned to me. I cannot pretend it was easy, it all changed when she walked into the yard.
“You’re new here.” My brain supplied a line by the, “Department of the Bloody Obvious.”
She grinned. “Top marks for observation, can you tell me where Maranda is?”
I glanced at my watch, an antique 1965 Omega Seamaster. Out of place in an integrated AI modern world. (An inheritance from my great, great grandfather, what good is it sat a in draw, unworn, unloved?)
“She should be in the office at this time of day.”
“Thanks.” She started to walk away, my brain unscrambled enough for me to blurt out.
“Don’t you need directions?”
She turned, and laughed before saying. “Contrary to popular belief, I can read signs. You know, the one that says, “Office.””
It did strike me as an odd thing to say, a first indication of hidden depths. Of course she soon showed a talent for dealing with any equine assigned to her care. Now you may be wondering why in such a modern world we still kept horses?
Well the bottom line being only the rich could afford to own private transportation, petrol and other internal combustion engines were banned decades ago. Horses came back from the brink of extinction.
Time rolled by, and I found myself getting closer to Rose. I never once questioned why she never wore any perfume, we don’t tend to wear strong scents like deodorant because some horses react to it and she smelt of horse, we all did while at work.
A simple slip, was all it took, one that occurred while the two of us were out trekking exercising a couple of horses. A young girl’s pony spooked and took off. Rose did not hesitate, nor did her mount. I knew by now she was gifted with a connection with any horse, her seat and balance unmatched with a light touch on the reins. The commanded gallop, instant. By the time I caught up, she had it all under control. With a look of, "Nothing to see here." Yet the girl although shaken from the wild ride, calmed down enough to say.
“You, “whinnied,” and he slowed down. How did you do that?”
Rose smiled before replying. “It was my horse you heard.”
The girl stood her ground, adamant. “No, you were level with me, your face in plain view, I'm not stupid.”
Rose’s face blanked. “You know shock is a funny thing in humans, all that matters is that you and your mount are safe.”
Once we were alone back at the yard I started to ask. “Rose….” My courage failed me.
She turned to face me, and sighed. “Ask, or you’ll never know.”
My face coloured up. “Would you go out with me?”
She laughed, and the hurt must have shown, because she replied.
“Is that all, I thought you were going to ask me about something else entirely? You mean like a date?”
I nodded.
“Yes, why not.”
Thus we became an item, and I think both of us fell hard for each other. In time the relationship moved up a level, to being more intimate. Although timing such when both my parents were out taking a certain amount of skill. She loved being on top, and rode me as skillfully as any of her charges at the livery. I loved the way she got down on all fours, and me mounting her from behind, loud in her shaking orgasms. So loud in fact the next-door neighbor must have said something to mum, because she pulled me to one side and told me that I should wash my own dirty sheets from now on if I was, “doing it,” under her roof. Almost as bad when she had found, “magazines under my mattress.” Dad just smiled, pleased that I was, “getting some.”
It was after the throes of a particular strenuous bout of said intimacy it happened, she ran for the bathroom in a state of panic. I could have sworn that her feet were shining with a soft glow, yet my brain was so awash with the loved-up chemicals of afterglow I dismissed it.
The bathroom door slammed shut, swinging my legs out of bed I headed for it.
“Rose. Rose!”
The sound of sobbing, before. “Don’t come in!”
“Is it something I’ve done?”
“No, it’s me.”
The impasse continued for a while, until she calmed down. I tried again
“It can’t be so bad we can’t work it out?”
The lock clicked. “Promise?”
“Yes, please come out.”
The door opened, she stood there shaking. Then she spoke in almost a whisper.
“You’re disgusted.”
My brain at this point informed me I was on my own on this one, a steady silence until I found my voice.
“Shocked, dumbfounded, agreed. I have read about such things in fictional stories, the myths, but in the flesh?”
“I’ll understand if….” She looked down finding the floor more interesting.
My heart broke, to see her face full of fear and rejection.
“Do you think that I would break up with you because of…. It explains so many things, you look fabulous.”
Let’s just say that meeting her parents was going to be interesting.
Graphic by 12SycamoreAI DeviantArt.
