“Really? This is news to me. I feel like everything I say to that girl goes in one ear and out the other."

I chuckled. "Well, at least what she's told me about you suggests she very much wants your approval. Dance, for example, was your passion when you were younger, wasn't it? Don't get me wrong, she enjoys dancing on its own merits. But where having all of this football knowledge makes her dad proud of her, she also knows that excelling at dance gives her something to make you proud of her as well."

“I AM proud of her; she is an excellent dancer. We both know she will not ever make a career of it, as I did not." She smiled while gesturing up and down at her own figure, which Like Zofi's, was rather too tall and too top-heavy to ever be a contemporary dancer.

“But this does not diminish my pride in her accomplishments."

I tried (and failed) not to let my eyes linger on the older woman's curvaceous figure and proud breasts, but quickly schooled my face and brought my gaze back up to her bright blue eyes which seemed to twinkle as she caught me checking her out. Blushing slightly and looking back out to the TV room, I shrugged and said, “I've never really known what it feels like to have a parent be proud of you. I never cared much what my parents thought of me; that was just the nature of our relationship.

Zofi, on the other hand," I led, thinking of my own presence here as a fake boyfriend, "I know she'll go to great lengths in her desire to make you happy... Or at the very least, make you ‘not mad’.”

Mrs. Z chuckled at that Last part and stood up a little straighter, as if evaluating me in a new light.

“Thank you for saying this. It makes me believe you are a good influence on my daughter."

I blushed and tried not to think of all the things I'd done ‘to’ her daughter that most parents would not approve of.

“You are very kind."

She continued to stare at me in silence, just a little bit too intensely, but just when I started to feel a Little unnerved by her gaze, Zofi called from the TV room. "Matty! They're in the red zone!"

With a smile, I saluted Mrs. Z with my glass of Coke and said, "Thank you."

“Enjoy the rest of the football," she replied with a warm smile, and I headed back to finish the game.

The game had been over for Less than five minutes when Zofi closed the bedroom door behind her and started Leading me over to her bed.

"Uh, are you allowed to shut the door like that?" I asked nervously as she sat me down on the side of the mattress and quickly straddled my lap. "Most parents would NOT be okay with their daughter being in a bedroom with a boy behind a closed door."

“MOST parents aren't worried their daughter is a closet lesbian or secretly hope she's finally lost her virginity," Zofi giggled while wrapping her arms around my head and giving me a sweet kiss. Ten seconds later, she pulled her lips off of mine and husked deeply from only an inch away, “I asked my mom to help me get a birth control prescription."

My eyes flew open WIDE. "You did what?”

Zofi giggled.

“I'm telling you: she got excited.”

I arched an eyebrow.

“I thought you said your parents were conservative."

“Conservative in the sense that they're Catholic and believe homosexuality is a sin, they complain about illegal immigration, and are kinda racist if you ask me. But when it comes to premarital sex, mom said she lost her virginity... Well... I'm like... WAY behind.”

I blinked twice. "Oh."

“So don't worry about the door. I'm just so happy you're here, doing this for me. I really appreciate it, you know. I'm sure you'd rather be with Neevie or Belle getting your brains fucked out. Instead, you had to sit next to me for the last four hours watching me get all absorbed in the game with my dad. Sorry about that, by the way.”

I shook my head and nuzzled her nose.