And I meant it when I said his mom liked me — heck, his whole family liked me. I’d been over many evenings to his house for dinner and to work on homework or to watch TV and his mother had taken a real shine to me much to my mother’s disgust who made it plain that she thought Nikki Hollister was a bit of a slut.
You have to understand, Mom and Daddy were very religious — devout, conservative Christians and I suppose to Mom who never met a high collared dress she didn’t like, Jonny’s mom dressed like a loose woman. I would never think that, although Nikki wasn’t shy about showing off what she had.
She was a tall woman with very womanly curves — I’d guess her figure was a very solid 40DD-26-38. Her large breasts rode high on her body, the upper swells usually on display in the scoop necked blouses and sweaters she preferred and her dress hems were always above the knee and showing off her very long and shapely legs. When you add those brilliant blue eyes and long straw-blonde hair cut like Jennifer Aniston, framing her face, you were talking about a very lovely woman.
It didn’t bother me at all when Daddy would tease me about Jonny planning to “marry a girl just like dear old Mom,” because truth be told, I did look a lot like his mother. Tall and whitish-blonde hair, a very pert and firm pair of 38D breasts, a slender figure and toned, athletic legs from years of girls’ soccer. And I loved the fact that Nikki really seemed to get along with me and was supportive of Jonny and me since we began dating. Jonny and I had begun making plans for after school — even talking about marriage once we got out of college.
Still, this once a month ‘family obligation’ thing was driving me nuts and after giving me a loving kiss goodbye, Jonny drove away, leaving me still fuming. Once I was inside, I slung my book bag into a corner of the living room and stewed about losing this great opportunity to fuck and brooding over what the fuck Jonny could possibly be doing with these ‘family obligations.”
I’d wondered before, but now I felt an obsession growing over it. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Jonny was part of a typical nuclear family. There was his father, David, his mother Nicky and his sister Erica who was almost twenty and still lived at home while attending college in a nearby small city. No grandparents or ailing relatives to take care of…no massive farm to deal with…no family business he had to help with — his father was an accountant and his mother was a legal secretary. The Hollister family wasn’t particularly religious — so I didn’t think it was some God thing. It just made no sense.
I thought about calling his mother and trying to actually get her to let him out of whatever the ‘family obligations’ was, but even though I picked up the phone twice — in the end, I didn’t think it would work. Since May, his ‘family obligation’ had come every four weeks without fail. I knew his sister, Erica also had the same obligations, but on a different week — once I’d called her up about going shopping the coming weekend and she’d declined, offering to go the following weekend and then last month, I’d tried to set her up on a blind date with a cousin who’d been visiting, but she’d said no because it was her weekend for “family obligations.’