"I did it! I passed every single one of my exams," I exclaimed with pride jumping into the passenger side of Mark's car. I was certainly proud of myself for passing all my exams ergo, passing all my classes this semester. It may have been a lot of work, and put a lot of stress on me but, of course I knew it would. It's grade 12 after all. At least now I have a few weeks off school before the new semester begins.

For now, I was just happy I could just relax instead of busting my ass like I had been doing and just focus on myself. Maybe over the break, I could even start looking into colleges. Although the thought of college was anxiety inducing there was a part of me that found it exciting to say the least, especially knowing it was less then a year away.

Mark put the car gear in drive, and looked over to me with a smile. He knew it was a particularly hard semester for me, and the bright charming flash of his canines told me he was just as proud of me as I was of myself. "Good, I'm pleased to hear that. I may not be your teacher anymore, but I still want to see you taking your education seriously. Anyway...So, what's the plan? Are you staying home tonight or are you coming back with me and spending the night?"

Although I loved getting to spend alone time with Mark, I had a very different plan in mind that I needed to talk to him about. I wasn't sure how it was going to go over as last time I made this suggestion, he wasn't the least bit thrilled. After that, I never bothered to ask again. We've been together nearly 3 months and it was high time he met my parents.

Too nervous to even make the suggestion I instantly, brought my eyes to the ground and started struggling to find the words. My voice became shaky and my mouth ran dry. "Uh... a-actually, I need to ask you something." I began to trail off trying to figure out how to ask without sounding like I was trying to pressure him.

We have had this conversation in the past and the last thing I wanted to do was force him into something he wasn't ready for. After all meeting your lovers parents for the first time is a big deal. The look of curiosity on his face told me he knew this wasn't going to be an easy request.

I guess just by the way I worded my statement caught him off guard and maybe even slightly got worried. "O-okay, so ask away." His right hand reached over the arm rest and rested gently upon my knee, and his fingers ran ever so slowly along my kneecap.

"I was talking to my mom this morning and well, she invited you for dinner tonight. I wanted to know if you'd be willing to go?" The car all of a sudden fell to an uncomfortable silence and the cute puzzled expression on his face changed to dread and I watched as he choked back on his own saliva while he looked for a response.

"It's not that I don't want to meet your parents babe, you know I do! I just... I don't know I always found meeting the parents to be somewhat intimidating. In this case it would be especially because I use to be your teacher, you know? What do you suppose they'd have to say about that when they find out?"

Last time we had this discussion we never got this in depth as to why he didn't want to meet my folks, but I finally at least had an understanding. I could see his cause for concern but I personally didn't find it to be such a big deal.

"They won't find out. They've never bothered to ask who you are or how we met, and what they don't know won't hurt them. Besides dressing up for dinner will give me an excuse to wear that little black dress you like so much."

I let those words roll off of my tongue in such a way it gave him something to think about. We may be dating but the teasing has always been not only a very big part of our sex life but our love life too. I knew he liked it. The upturned corners of his lips told me so without him actually having to breath a word.

"Come on baby, my parents really want to meet you. Not to mention you know how important it is tome. Pretty please?" He just groaned and rolled his eyes as he took a turn onto Everstone Dr. Unfortunately a groan wasn't quite the response I was looking for, so I had to resort to an alternative method.

"How about this? You do this for me, and later if we get some time alone, maybe I could do something for you, Sir." Playfully I reached across to this lap and rested my hand right up again his tightened zipped to his jeans and gently traced my finger tips across what would soon become a raging boner. "You're gonna get in trouble if you keep this up."

As the car came to a rolling stop In front of my house, I couldn't help but burst into laughter reminding myself of what happened last time he said that to me. "Promises, promises," I purred playfully, giving him a flirtatious wink as I undid my seat belt. His grin grew wider and he sent me a wink right back. Before taking my leave I took one more advance by leaning over the armrest, planting a kiss on his cheek which then slowly began to trail off to his ear so I do nibble on his earlobe.

"Please, say you'll come tonight," I requested pulling away from his ear. When he didn't immediately give me a response I kind of just gave up and rolled my eyes. This was the whole reason I didn't want to ask him to begin with. I knew it'd go no where, just like last time, but wanted to ask because ever since we started dating my parents have been hounding me to meet him and I had to keep making excuse after excuse as to why he had to decline.

Mark's hands came off the steering wheel as he groaned, stretched and began to run his fingers through his gorgeous thick locks. Watching his facial expression I could tell he was kicking himself in the ass, unsure of what to do. "You really do got me whipped, you know that."

My parents always have been and always will be a very big part of my life so for me, having them meet Mark was a big deal. I guess that's why I was so persistent this time around and having heard him practically accept left me feeling like a kid at Christmas. I was just so thrilled.

"We can talk about whips all you want later, handsome. For now just go home and get changed into something a little more formal. I'll let them know you're coming and I'll text you in a bit with a time, okay?"

Stepping out of the car I found it hard to actually contain myself. I was way too excited for this, actually I could say I was somewhat giddy. I knew my parents would adore him. He's a lot different than any other guy I've ever brought home and I knew they'd appreciate that I found a man who not only makes me happy, but actually has his shit together.

After all, parents should only want the absolute best for their children and, well I think to myself everyday about how lucky I am to have Mark in my life. I shut the car door behind me, stood back and blew him a kiss as he started to drive off. Now that steps one and two were done, it was time to move onto step three which was talking to my parents to set some 'ground rules.'

After I seen him off I happily made my way into the house, kicked my shoes off to the side of the door, and hung my coat in the closet. After which, I was fortunate enough to find them both sitting at the kitchen table, mom with her book of crosswords and dad sitting across from her on a business call.

I didn't have much of a choice but to wait until I had both of their undivided attention, so I stood over mom's shoulder looking over at her puzzles trying to give her some answers.

Collectively mom and I managed to complete a whole 2 puzzles before dad got off the phone. Now that neither were busy, it was time. I had never had to do this when bringing any other guy home but for some strange reason now that I had confirmation that Mark was going to come, and I had given it some time to sink in, I was more nervous then ever. The last thing I want is mom to bring up embarrassing stories or dad tell one of his ungodly horrible jokes.

"So, I talked to Mark he said dinner sounds great. Which means mom, please don't bring up anything I'd be absolutely mortified about. No matter how cute or funny you think it is, it's not." My mom seemed a little taken back at my request, and the look of both confusion and offence sent my dad into and fit of laughter.

I took a seat down at the table right beside dad, and swung my arm around the back of his chair, while his face began to turn purple from laughing so hard. "Dad... Daddy..." I began to bat my long eyelashes like I always do and always have done with dad when I want something. "He's a nice guy. So please just... don't even talk tonight."

A part of me kind of felt bad about basically demanding that while Mark's here they pretend to be the exact opposite of themselves but it was only for tonight. Eventually as they see each other more and more often embarrassing things are bound to be said or done by I'm sure by that point I will have learned to ignore it or at least laugh about it. I wanted Mark to make a good impression on them and I felt the only respectful thing would be for them to try and do the same.

"I'm kidding but really, please be cool for once. No lame jokes, don't rant on and on about your business like you do any other time we have company and above all else please don't try and intimidate him. This is a big deal for me, and he's already nervous enough so can you guys just be normal for once?" Nothing was said around the table as I suppose they were each taking a moment for themselves to let my request sink in.

They were once my age and could surely understand why I had to have this conversation with them. At some point in time every child has been completely humiliated by something their parents say or do. Although I could normally shrug it off I just wanted this night to be absolutely perfect, and I don't think I was wrong to feel that way.

With my parents understanding, I got up from the table, slipping my phone from out of my pocket. "So what time should I tell him to be here?"-"Depends what I make," she stated rising to her feet and proceeding to the fridge to see what all we had. "Um, 6:00-6:30 should be alright."

I couldn't help myself but giggle and internally jump for joy seeing my plan finally start to unfold. It was finally going to happen after a good month or two of waiting for the right time and although I was nervous I managed to shake off the nerves for the most part because I knew Mark and my parents would get along so well.

With my phone in hand I left the kitchen and started to text Mark while I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower. It was already close to 4:00 so I really didn't have much time to get ready. 'My mom said be here around 6:00-6:30 so I'll see you in a little bit babe. Oh and I didn't get a chance to say it earlier but thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.'

In a way, the uplifting feeling of knowing I could finally introduce Mark to my parents kind of made me feel like we were about to go on our first date all over again, and what's funny is the dress I had in mind was the same thing I wore out for dinner with him the first night we went out.

The two scenarios may be significantly different but the butterflies were still very much the same. When I swiped my towel from off of my closet door for my shower my phone began to vibrate with a text message. 'You can thank me later if we have a chance to me alone by allowing me to see how sexy that dress looks on the floor.'