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“Babe! Done yet? Everything’s in the car now,” I called out to the window facing the car as I slammed the boot of the Kia Cerato shut.

“Just a minute, babe!” came the voice from inside the room. “I’ll be done within the next sixty seconds.”

I shook my head and smirked. Yeah, right. I knew what she was doing in there: adding the finishing touches to her makeup. And when she says that, it means I might as well wait another ten minutes.

Vintage Robin Brown.

But hey, what choice did I have but to wait? It’s not as if we had to leave at any specific time.

Opening the door to the driver’s seat, I calmly sat down, whipped out my phone and placed my AirPods. Since I’d have to wait a bit, I might as well busy myself with some good Future songs.

It was a Friday, and me and my girlfriend Robin were heading out of town to spend the weekend with her parents. After dating for a year and a half, we thought it would be a good idea for me to finally meet them and get acquainted with them. After all, Robin’s already met my parents, and they absolutely love her.

I’m not even kidding. Sometimes my mom calls me just so she can chat with Robin. Just imagine that! My mom don’t even call me to chat with me, she’s looking for my girl to chat with. Sigh. I’ve been dumped by my mother.

Haha! I wouldn’t have it any other way, though.

So as I sat there, nodding and humming along to ‘Mask Off’ (my all time favourite Future song), my major hope was that the story would be a similar one once I met them.

“Okay, honey! We can move now!” Robin announced about a minute or two later as she walked over to the car, having locked the front door.

I looked out and saw her, and damn! I loved what I saw.

I could not help but shake my head and say out loud, “Goddamn, girl.”

Listen, Robin is one sexy girl, and what she was wearing proved it to a T. She was decked out in a green floral print dress with straps, so there was a nice display of her delicious cleavage, and a slit that revealed her glowing right thigh.

Damn! You wouldn’t understand how mesmerized I was at that moment as I stared at her. I mean, she’s a proper chocolate shawty. 

Robin snickered silently and shook her head as she gracefully walked over to the car, opening the passenger door and taking her seat.

I was just standing there like, damn. How in the world did I land this absolute babe? Good Lord…

“Baaabe!”

That snapped me out of my reverie. I got back into the driver’s seat and faced her.

“Got the Google Map location?”

I nodded silently, my eyes travelling from her face to that perfectly exposed thigh of hers. Christ, you have no idea just how bad Robin’s body is. Great tits, stunning hips… shit, that girl’s a ten over ten!

“Yeahhhh, I got it. I got it…”

“Jayyyyyy!” she scolded, playfully slapping me on the head before shaking her head. “You’re looking at my body like you weren’t feasting on it around 5 am this morning. Jeez!”

Yeah, we were pretty busy that morning. I mean, I can’t have a babe like her and not be hitting it on the regular. Hehe, I just can’t.

“But the fact that I partook of this sweetness in the morning doesn’t mean my appetite has been filled,” I quipped mischievously. “My hunger glands are triggered again.”

Robin placed her head on her upright hand and shook her head, a shy smile on her face. “Hmm. Jay, Jay, Jay. First of all, there’s no such thing as hunger glands. It’s ‘hunger hormones’. Ghrelin. Secondly, you know I let you hit it this morning to satisfy you for the weekend, because we can’t get busy at my parents’ place.”

I put my chin on my hand and pouted. Yeah, we discussed that, and of course, she got a point. Buuuuutttt…

“Come onnn, just a little bit?”

Robin shook her head. “Babe, remember we won’t be sleeping in the same room, and anyways, that house ain’t so big. Things can be heard from the rooms. And I don’t think my parents are gonna like you too much if they hear you working my body in their house. You know I dunno how to be quiet.”

I sat up. She definitely had a point there.

Yeah, I don’t think your prospective father in law will be happy to hear you making his daughter moan right under his nose. Catching you two outside his house would be bad enough. In his house? Yeah, that’s a suicide mission right there.

And yeah, Robin does not know how to be silent when we’re making love. Jeez, even playing with her boobs gets her hyped up and moaning ecstatically. It’s that bad.

Or sweet. Depending on how you look at it. It’s mostly sweet for me.

“Alright, alright. Good Boy mode activated,” I promised as I put my seat belt on. “No getting naughty for the weekend. From now until we return, no getting naughty and all that. I’m a good choir church boy for the weekend, please.”

Robin smirked and shook her head. “Choir church boy? Huh. You really are a funny dude.”

My grin remained plastered on my face. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you? Alright, so we move now?”

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, and by the way…”

Her gaze still on me, she flicked her hair back and gave me that familiar look. The look that precedes something naughty.

“If you behave for the entire weekend and be the good choir church boy you said you’ll be,” she spoke slowly and seductively, “when we come home on Sunday evening, I’m gonna sit on your face.”

Ohhhhh, some good motivation!! She sure knows how to get me.

“Yes, ma’am!”

***

An hour later, and we were speeding on the Southdover Highway. Our place is about 2 and a half hours away from her parents end, which is around Nova Gale. So another 90 minutes to go as we moved along the highway.

Thankfully, there was no traffic on the way. Good timing. Of course, the best time to travel on a Friday over here is during the late morning. Try that around 2 pm onwards, and the gridlock will make you shed tears of frustration. Trust me, I’ve shed enough tears on that highway.

As I kept my eyes on the road, Robin had lain back in her seat, just enjoying the breeze, as the windows were rolled down. The sun was out, and the sky was as blue as could be, despite the weather report claiming there would be scattered thunderstorms. Maybe they’d show up later, but at that point, not a cloud in sight.

“You know, I really hope this goes well, babe,” I commented. “I’m really looking forward to getting to bond with your old folks. It’ll be nothing short of awesome, considering how my folks absolutely love you.”

Still in her relaxed position, Robin reached out and rubbed my right hand. “Don’t you worry, my love. Everything’s gonna be great. I know my parents will come to really like you. I’m fully assured of that.”

I briefly peered at her, a smile on my face. “I wonder what kinda report you’ve given them about me.”

She laughed softly. “Oh, you know it’ll be nothing but good things, Jay. I always remind them that they ain’t raise no bimbo, so they can trust my man to be a good one.”

“Hehehe, well, it won’t be long till they meet me and see for themselves, will it?”

“Of course. They’ll meet you soon and see what an amazing guy you are.”

I nodded. “Can’t wait.”

***

“Well, here we are,” I announced as the car came to a halt in the driveway of No. 16, Wetland Way, Nova Gale. The place where Mr. and Mrs. Brown dwelt.

From the outside, their house sure looks cozy. It’s been built with white cedar wood and has red brick decorations. Tall, half rounded windows brighten up the house and have been added to the house in a very symmetric way.

Pretty dope design, you know.

Robin opened her eyes and smiled at the sight of the house. “Ahhhhh, home sweet home!” she gleefully declared as she lifted her seat and unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Yes indeed. This place looks really good, really comfy. I’m feeling at home already,” I commented as I stepped out of the car and headed to the back to take out our bags.

“You definitely should. Lemme get my bag.”

“Oh, let me handle them. Allow me to be the gentleman I am. You know, the choir church boy.”

Robin laughed as I took up the two bags. “Silly boy.”

We then moved to the front door of the house.

“Nah, but seriously babe, this house is impressive,” I mentioned, looking at the porch, which had a number of potted plants on it. “Your parents really put in work, didn’t they?”

“Oh yeah, they did. No doubt,” she replied, then knocked at the door.

Footsteps could be heard, as somebody approached the door.

I took a deep breath. This is it, Jay, I said to myself, it’s time to meet the parents of this amazing babe.

The door opened, and there stood a woman in her late fifties.

One look at her face, and it was so easy for me to understand why Robin is so beautiful. Yeah, she got it all from her mom!

The chocolate complexion, the bushy eyebrows, the full lips… yeah, it was so clear that Robin is her mother’s daughter.

Just one thing missing, though.

A welcome smile.

I mean, there was a smile. A small one. One that looked forced, as if she had no intentions whatsoever of smiling, but just had to, for the sake of courtesy.

Awww, come on, man, you’re just nervous and it’s making you overthink. It’s probably tiredness from all the work she’s had to do in the kitchen, I scolded myself as I faced her.

“Hey, Mother!” Robin greeted cheerfully.

Mrs. Brown nodded and widened her smile a bit. “Hello, dear. How are you?”

That moment didn’t feel right.

Neither Robin nor her mother made any attempt to embrace each other, which was extremely weird. Robin said she hadn’t seen her parents in over a year before we came, and kept gushing about how she had missed them and all. So this… this felt kinda anticlimactic. As far as I knew, there was no beef between them or anything.

“Oh, I’m alright. Here for the weekend now! And here’s my boyfriend, Jay Arthur.”

Her mother’s gaze moved from her to me.

I flashed a polite, good-boy smile in return. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Brown. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The look in her eyes…

… was one of scorn.

“You’re welcome, young man. You can come in.”

All my hopes and anticipation were dashed at that moment. I felt pretty disappointed by that response. I mean, if they weren’t the hugging type, that would be okay. But… there was virtually no excitement, no enthusiasm. Just this… iciness. Right at the door.

That stung. Not gonna lie.

As we entered, she added, “Oh, by the way, we have another visitor for the weekend.”

Robin and I briefly looked at each other in surprise. Another visitor? Staying over for the weekend? But hadn’t we agreed that it was gonna be just the four of us?

What in tarnation was going on?

The puzzled look still on our faces, we made our way to the living room, wondering who this other visitor was. Robin being ahead of me, stepped in before I did.

Just as I entered, I heard her growl through clenched teeth.

“Oh, what the fucking hell!”

As my gaze fell upon the ‘visitor’ comfortably seated on one of the chairs in the living room, I understood why.

I had never seen the gentleman in person before. But I knew about him.

His emotional connection to the family, and the fact that Robin’s peeps liked him so much.

His name: Vincent.

Robin’s ex-boyfriend.

What. The absolute. Hell.

Wow! That’s crazy! Her parents invited her ex over for the weekend? Yeah, this is definitely not gonna be a great weekend…