Aristippus - Lauren's Story

Lauren's Story - Appendix C

Only girl at Aristippus married with a kid tells her story.

As I walked into the kitchen, I could smell fresh waffles. It wasn't Saturday, I hoped, as I had already dressed for school and had my backpack over one shoulder. Waffles have always been my favorite breakfast ever since I can remember, but generally, my mom only prepared them for me on Saturdays or some other special event, never on a school day.

"Good morning Sweetie," my mom chirped as I stepped into the kitchen. "Would you like a fresh hot waffle?"

A little surprised and momentarily speechless, I dropped my backpack on the kitchen bar and swung up onto my usual stool. She had her back to me as she was busy fixing my plate, but simply from her cheerful disposition, I knew something was up. As she spun around and placed the plate in front of me, I asked, "So Mom, what's up? It isn't Saturday - is it?"

As I started spreading the still hot waffle with Nutella, she pulled a bowl of sliced strawberries from the fridge and placed those next to my plate. This was a double treat for me and one I don't normally receive. Now I really knew something was up. "Okay Mom, what gives? Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Can't a mother do something nice for her beautiful daughter?" she said, with a nervous tone to her voice.

I really knew something was brewing now, and it certainly wasn't anything I had done to deserve this royal treatment. It was now apparent; that there was something Mom wanted from me. Standing opposite me, across the kitchen island, she started to explain. "Well Sweetie (she rarely calls me Sweetie), Eric is going to Mexico - Cabo that is, next week, and he wanted to know if you'd like to go with him?"

Eric is mom's boyfriend. They had probably been together seven or eight years, but for some reason, he had never actually moved in with us. He usually only slept over on weekends and holidays. I never did understand why. My dad left more than ten years ago and moved to Phoenix with his new girlfriend. They're still together, and I go out to Arizona several times a year to see them. And when I do, Mom and Eric usually take off for some sort of vacation together.

It should be noted that I have never been invited on one of these vacations, so why now? And the way Mom phrased the question, did it mean that she wasn't included in this little getaway to Mexico? Was it just to be Eric and me?

"What do you mean, with him?" I asked. "Aren't you going too?"

Mom stuttered for a moment and then clarified, "Oh, I have to work. I just can't take any more time off. I'm afraid they'll fire me." She then paused for a second to see if it looked like I was buying any of it - which I wasn't. Mom had worked at the same Hollywood talent agency for over twenty years, and though she was still a secretary, she had been there so long, I'm sure her job was safe. Besides, she didn't really take that much time off. And in fact, I'm pretty sure that's where she met Eric.

Eric is what I call a Hollywood wannabe. He has about a half dozen acting credits, but there are all small parts, and normally, he just works as an extra or on the set as an Assistant Grip. I think he started as a camera loader, but now that all the cameras are digital, he just works any gig job he can get. At least, as long as it's on the set. And I assumed this trip to Mexico was probably for a movie.

I put my fork down and waited until she looked me directly in the eye. "What gives, Mom? The two of you have never taken me anywhere, and suddenly he wants to take me to Mexico and leave you at home. That just doesn't make sense."

"It's a movie gig. A really good break for him," Mom tries to explain. "He has about eight lines of dialogue, and he's really excited."

"Well, I get that he's excited; I would be too. But that doesn't explain why he's taking me and not you."

There was another long pause as Mom stumbled to find a plausible excuse. "Well, Lauren, it's all expenses paid, and I was planning on going with him. But now I have all this work. Things are super busy at the agency, and I can't take the time off. So, he asked if I thought you might like to go in my place."

"Mom, I have school," I argued. "What am I supposed to do about that?"

"I can write you a note," she quickly replied. "You haven't missed hardly anything this year, so four days out of school shouldn't be that big of a deal."

Now that did sound intriguing. And I would have loved to have gone with friends or even with my mom and Eric. But with Eric alone - it was just creepy. "What am I going to do all day? I mean, he's going to be working - right?"

"Well, Sweetie," there was the Sweetie again. "During the day, you can hang out around the pool, or the beach, or just relax - you know, read a book or something."

She knew I wasn't a big reader, so there still had to be more to it than she was telling me. "And when he's not working?" I asked.

"Well, you could help him with his lines, go sightseeing and have dinner. The two of you could do all kinds of things together."

Yeah, like fuck me, I thought! But I didn't say it. At least not out loud, even though the thought was screaming in my brain. And it was clear that she was avoiding the subject, for I was old enough the know that going out of town with a guy meant sleeping with him. I might have only been eighteen, but I wasn't that naive. And Eric was an okay guy. He'd always been genuinely nice to me, treated me with respect, and always treated my mom the same. But why was she setting me up to sleep with him - for four nights, no less?

I went back to eating my waffle, which was getting cold at this point. "I'll have to think about it, Mom," I said between bites, and she returned to pretending she was busy in the kitchen.

I thought about it all day at school. And I seriously thought about asking several different girlfriends, but I never did. I was leaning toward doing it. And I didn't want any of them to judge me, just in case that's not the decision they would have made. When I got home, my mom wasn't home from work yet. But I went to my room and started packing. As soon as I heard her pull into the driveway, I walked to the kitchen and met her at the back door. "When do we leave?" I asked.

SUNDAY

Eric never came by the house the following Friday or Saturday, which was unusual. I could always smell his cologne if he had been anywhere near the house within the last twenty-four hours. However, Mom said he would stop by to pick me up at one o'clock Sunday afternoon. That morning she made me waffles again, and this time she added a childhood favorite of mine, bacon baked in the oven with brown sugar. Bacon-flavored candy, who wouldn't like that?

And as I now had time to review my packing list before Eric was due to pick me up, I went back over everything I thought I would need. Four changes of clothes, of course, three swimsuits, makeup, a hairbrush, all the usual things. And then the extras, passport, sexy undies, lube (that I took from my mom's bedside table), and a package of condoms. I'm not a virgin, and I'm on birth control. But still, I just didn't know what to expect. I'd never had sex with anyone more than a year older than me, so I wasn't sure if the rules were the same.

At straight-up one o'clock, the front door swung open, a surge of Eric's cologne quickly flooded the house, and I realized he was here. As I walked into the kitchen, pulling my rollaboard behind me, Eric and mom were standing inches from each other, earnestly discussing something. Realizing that I had entered the room, they instantly ended their conversation and turned to face me.

"Well, are you all ready?" Mom said as she forced a smile.

"Yep, packed and ready," I said in a matter-of-fact voice. But I was dying to know what they were talking about. It was clear that this trip had been arranged through some sort of negotiation regarding their relationship, and I was apparently a pawn in some kind of bizarre concession. After hugs and kisses all around, we were off. Eric had obviously planned this trip out, down to the last detail. As he pulled up onto the freeway, he deliberately selected the lane that would guide us through every turn until we exited the four-O-five onto Century Boulevard, which would lead us directly to the airport.

And once on Century, he somehow knew the proper lane that would take us directly to the parking garage. I have never known anyone in my life so anal as to deliberately select a traffic lane ten blocks in advance of our destination. This trip was already getting creepier and creepier. Added to the fact that he allowed three hours for us to make our flight. An hour to travel from Burbank to LAX, which didn't take that long, as it was a Sunday afternoon. Then an hour to check in and go through security. Which again, didn't take that long - but granted, you never know how long that may take. And that left an hour to sit in the boarding area with nothing to do.

Once we were seated at the boarding gate, Eric finally began to relax. "Made it," he said as he exhaled a long calming breath. Then reaching over, he placed his hand on my thigh and asked, "Would you like anything?"

I deliberated for a moment before answering, "Yes - you could cut with the cologne."

I could tell he was a little shocked but politely asked, "Too much?"

I just rolled my eyes, to which he immediately jumped up and headed for the nearest men's room. Fifteen minutes later, he returned smelling not of Old Spice, but public restroom hand soap. "Better?" he asked as he sat back down next to me.

"Yes, much better," I said with a smile. And to make up for my rude comment, I placed my hand on Eric's thigh. Sort of a peace offering, which he quickly accepted by placing his hand on top of mine and interlocking our fingers.

As the boarding area began to fill, numerous other members of the production company began showing up and stopped to chat with Eric. At first, he didn't introduce me. But as it was apparent that we were together, he started with just a simple, "And this is Lauren." I was grateful that he didn't use my last name, as many of them may know my mother, and that would just add more weirdness to a trip that was already weird enough.

The flight was uneventful, which is always good. And once safely on the ground at the Cabo San Lucas International Airport, a tour bus was waiting to take everyone with the production company to the Casa Dorada Resort in town. Maybe not the greatest hotel in Cabo, but genuinely nice. Plus, it was not only on the beach, but it was also in town. So, it made it easy to walk to bars, restaurants, and shopping areas.

Opening the door to our room, it was just as I expected. It was your typical beach resort hotel room - with one king bed. I wasn't surprised; in fact, I would have been shocked if the sleeping arrangements had been any different. After dropping our bags, Eric said, "Okay - this is nice." And pleasantly, instead of pushing me to the bed, suggested, "Are you hungry?"

It was after six o'clock, and other than snacks on the plane, I hadn't eaten since breakfast. "Absolutely," I said. And after a quick stop to potty and wash my hands, we were off.

The hotel restaurant quickly filled up, and we joined eight other people from the company. A mix of both men and women, none of whom I had ever met before, but all very nice. As we all sat at a large round table, dinner was served family-style and consisted of grilled meats and seafood. There was chargrilled beef, pork, cabrito, grilled shrimp, and at least three different types of fish. It was all delicious, and if Mexico has any liquor laws, they certainly don't seem to enforce them. Cerveza and margaritas flowed freely.

After gorging ourselves on the all-you-can-eat meat-fest, most of the group took a casual tour of the resort, and several couples, including Eric and me, walked down to the beach. Once on the beach, each couple slowly separated, and holding hands, walked their own courses. This was the first time Eric had actually held my hand, and I could tell he was taking baby steps toward his ultimate goal.

Finally, back in our room, I wasn't sure how much more suspense I could take. So, I decided to make the next move. Standing at the foot of the bed, and without saying a word, I threw my arms around his neck and planted my lips squarely on his. It did not take him but a second to realize I was giving him permission to move to the next step of our inevitable affair, and he quickly returned my kiss with his passionate response.

Once standing in an intimate embrace, the smell of his cologne returned. I think he had successfully washed it off his face and neck, but the odor lingered on his clothing and migrated back to his skin. As our lips parted, I looked up into his eyes and with a huge smile, suggested, "How about a shower?"

It was the perfect suggestion. And as we both took a step back, Eric began unbuttoning his shirt, and I reached down, grabbed my dress below my waist, and pulled it up and over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, which I'm sure he was already aware of. But seeing my perky breast and teenage nipples for the first time must have truly given him a thrill. After stopping to gawk for a moment, he resumed his undressing by tossing his shirt to the bed and dropping his trousers. He was wearing boxers, which again didn't surprise me, as I had seen them, from time to time, in our laundry back home. But this was the first time I'd actually seen him wearing them.

After a short admiration of each other's bodies, and still wearing my panties, I turned and entered the bathroom to start the shower. When I returned to the bedroom, Eric was still standing in the exact spot where I had left him. So, grabbing his hand, I led him to the shower, pushed my underwear to the floor, and motioned for him to do the same. Once we were both totally naked, I took his hand and guided him to the shower.

At this point, I assumed he would start to take the lead, for I'd never been in the shower with a man in my life. But to my surprise, he continued to just stand there as the warm water rained down on us. I had failed to bring anything into the shower with us, so I didn't have a washcloth or sponge, but I filled my hands with hotel body wash and began scrubbing his neck, shoulders, and chest the best I could. At this point, he finally got the message and followed my lead. And it was pretty apparent that he clearly loved allowing my tender breast to slip and slide between his soapy fingers.

Glancing down, I couldn't help but notice that he already had a raging boner. It does a girl's heart good to see a man that appreciates a naked woman. And as I wrapped my soapy fingers around it, he sucked in a massive breath as his eyes rolled back into his head. I continued to gently stroke him for several minutes as he began to run his fingers back and forth between my legs. He was unmistakably getting aroused, as was I, but I didn't want our first intimate encounter to end here, in the shower. So, I rinsed him off, turned off the water, and then after getting both of us a towel, led him back to bed.

As I pulled back the coverlet and the top sheet, I must have finally triggered his male instinct. For suddenly, he took charge. As the sheet and cover reached the foot of the bed, Eric playfully grabbed me around the waist, lifted me from the floor, and tossed me to the center of the king bed. I was startled, but in a good way, and I was even more surprised when he followed me down, landing between my legs.

What surprised me was that he immediately buried his face into my crotch and drove his tongue as deep into me as he could get it. I'd had my pussy eaten before but never quite like this. And once he settled in for an evening of true cunnilingus, his technique became gentler and his lip service much more refined.

As he slid his hands under my butt cheeks, he used his thumbs to spread my outer lips, and from that point on, his tongue knew exactly what to do. As I said, I've had my pussy eaten before, but high school boys simply don't have any idea what they're doing. However, Eric must have taken a Master Class, for he had the act down to a fine art. At first, I couldn't help but wonder if he was this attentive to my mom. But, I had to drop that line of thought, as it was becoming very creepy. And to add to the weirdness, though I have never had a full wax, I do trim relatively close. And I have absolutely no concept of my mother's grooming habits below the beltline. Okay, stop - stop - stop, I silently screamed. Eric is doing an excellent job, so stop thinking about his prior experiences - especially those with my mom. Just relax and enjoy the ride, I told myself.

After maybe ten minutes, I was getting close, but Eric and I both knew he'd have to do a little more to push me over the top. He inserted two fingers into me, and utilizing the come-hither technique, Eric soon found my G-Spot. Then applying a gentle humming of his lips to my clitoris, that was all it took. Within less than a minute, I was convulsing like a fish out of water. And I think I may have actually squirted for the first time in my life.

Like a true gentleman, Eric let me down slowly as he licked me clean and dry before rolling onto his back - exhausted. I was also exhausted, but I realized it was my turn to see if I could bring him to the same level of exhilaration he had brought me to. So, after a few minutes of rest, I got on one elbow, leaned over his mid-section, and took hold of his monster dick.

I say monster because it was the biggest one I'd ever seen. Eric wasn't that much longer than the high school boys I'd fucked. But it was so much thicker. I didn't know dicks could get that expansive, and to be honest, I wasn't sure how I was going to get that goliath into my mouth. But luckily, he'd lost a little of his boner while he was busy dining at my Y, so that made it a little easier to get started. And as he swelled back to his full glory, I quickly learned to adjust.

I never got every inch of him in my mouth, but with a bit of practice, I did manage to engulf most of it briefly. However, for the next four to five minutes, I spent most of my time concentrating on its deep maroon head while continuing to slowly and steadily stroke his swollen shaft. Sensing that his moment of truth was approaching, I had to decide whether I wanted it in my mouth or deep between my legs. And based on the rate of his breathing, I knew I needed to make a decision quickly.

As I began to sense the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue, I promptly opted for the latter. I had only sucked two boys to a conclusion in my short sex life, and I didn't take the full load of either one directly in my mouth. So, I still wasn't sure if I was ready for that experience yet or not. At what I consider to be the last possible moment, I abruptly sat up, swung my leg over his waist, and settled gently onto his stiff pole.

So much for the condom and the lube. The need for those were both simply overcome by events. And apparently, Eric had no complaints, for he immediately placed his hands on my tits and moaned the most prolonged sigh I had ever heard. Changing positions did postpone his eruption briefly, but within less than a minute, his eyes rolled back in his head, his body shook, and his warm essence quickly filled me.

With my mission for the evening successfully completed, I reached behind my back, grabbed the sheet, and pulled it up over us. Then as I gently settled on Eric's chest, he wrapped his arms around me, and we both quickly drifted off to sleep. So many firsts today. My first trip out of town with a man, my first relationship with someone significantly older than myself, and the first time to actually sleep with someone I'd just had sex with. And all of these, with a man my mother set me up with - her own boyfriend no less.