Soulmates

By Barry Gold

Published on Sep 11, 2011

Lesbian

Cheerleading practice was cancelled at the last minute and I knew my mom wouldn't be home so I decided to walk. It's only a little over a mile and it was a nice warm afternoon. September in Connecticut is one of the best months and I felt great as I started home. A couple of guys honked as I was walking on North Main, but even that didn't spoil my mood.

For a few minutes I found myself wondering what kind of thrill guys got from honking and making jerks out of themselves over some girl walking along, a girl they didn't know and would most likely never meet. And not just guys my age, but men too, some of them really old -- past 40. I guess I'd never understand them. I didn't even understand my boyfriend, Don.

I'm a sophomore in high school and I won't be sixteen until late May. Don is a senior and will be 18 in a few months. He's been pressuring me to have sex, but I've repeatedly told him that I'm not ready. He thinks I'm holding out until I'm 16 because of a promise I made to my mother - that's what I told him one night, but the truth is that it just doesn't feel right. Oh, well, nothing to worry about now.

On my way home, after I turn off Main Street, I have to pass another high school, West Catholic. Our town has four high schools - two public and two private - I go to one of the public high schools located only 4 blocks from West Catholic. As I was walking past the school I noticed a girls soccer game in progress on one of the athletic fields bordering the street. I crossed the street and stood by the fence to watch, thinking that I might know some of the players. Most of the time you don't get to meet many kids who go the Catholic school route - it's almost like you live in different towns.

I watched for a few minutes and only recognized one of the players. It was a girl named Anne whom I'd known in junior high. I hadn't seen her since eighth grade and we hadn't really been friends. I was turning away to resume my walk when I saw a tall blonde break out of the pack with the ball and start up the field. I stopped to watch because she was good. Very good. She passed the ball across the front of the goal and darted in. Her teammate passed back and the blonde drove it into the net. As she came back up the field, hands held over her head in celebration, I saw that she was very pretty.

I decided to stay and watch the rest of the game. I walked back to the gate and slipped through. As I walked over to the sideline I found myself looking for the tall blonde. She wasn't on the field and then I saw her standing on the sideline, drinking from a water bottle. I stopped about 15 feet away from the bench and set my backpack on the ground. A couple of the players glanced at me curiously and grinned when they recognized my uniform.

I crouched by my backpack and watched the game, glancing over occasionally to see if the blonde was going back into the game. She was chatting with the coach and I found myself watching them more than the game. She was several inches taller than my 5'7", I guessed about 5'11", and stunningly attractive. Her long blonde hair was done in a French braid that fell to the small of her back. As I watched her a little voice in my head whispered, "What the hell are you doing here, staring at another girl?" I didn't have an answer.

I guess I should tell you a little about me. As I said, I'm 15 and a sophomore at Central High. I'm 5'7" and weigh 122 pounds. I'm fairly pretty, but by no means beautiful. I think of myself as 'averagely attractive'. My hair is light brown and was still streaked with blonde from the hot summer sun at the beach. My eyes are hazel/green, depending on my mood and the light. I have a fair complexion and tan nicely, but I have problems with freckles if I overdo it. My figure is ok, nothing spectacular - I'm small on top (34b) and my hips are slim. My legs are my best feature - long and slim and sleekly muscled. I know what people say about cheerleaders, but the truth is that we have to be fit to do what we do. Since going out for cheerleading I've been running every day and working out in our home gym. It's hard and mostly boring, but worth it. I'm a good student, 3.78 GPA, and active in school affairs. I want to go to Yale, or maybe Harvard, and study history and political science.

Enough about me. The blonde went back into the game a few minutes later and immediately scored another goal. Anne, the girl I knew in junior high, came out for a break and saw me. She picked up a water bottle and came over to chat with me. We caught up on each other's doings since eighth grade and then I asked her how she liked West Catholic. She grinned and said that she loved it and was glad she'd let her mother talk her into it. Then, very casually, I mentioned the blonde, expressing admiration for her two goals. I was surprised when Anne made a face and said, "Oh, that's Allison. She just started here this fall. She's only a freshman." Then she leaned close and whispered, "She's a dyke! At least that's the rumor around school." Then the coach called her and Anne trotted back to the bench.

I returned my attention to the game and watched Allison score another goal to put West ahead for good. I wondered if Anne was right about her being a dyke. I was repulsed by the thought. Or so I told myself. I didn't want to admit it, but I was fascinated by her. Especially after what Anne had said. I didn't know why - other girls had never interested me in the slightest. To be honest, I wasn't even that interested in boys. That was what was causing my problems with Don. Allison came out of the game with just two minutes left. West was ahead by 2 goals and I guess she didn't want to risk having Allison get hurt when they had a comfortable lead. Allison picked up a water bottle and pour a little over her head. Then she took a long drink before walking over to talk to the coach. The coach pointed at something on the field and spoke rapidly for a minute or two. Allison nodded occasionally and then the coach was done and Allison turned away from her.

She glanced my way and I saw her eyes pass over me and continue on. I was surprised at the feeling of disappointment that welled up in me. But a minute later she glanced at me again, smiled, and started toward me. As she approached I found I was very nervous. She smiled and said, "Hi, my name is Allison. I see you go to Central. Did you come to spy on us?"

I blushed and whispered, "No, I'm not spying. I was just walking home and saw the game and decided to stop and watch. Besides, we don't play you."

Allison grinned. "I knew that, I was just teasing." She glanced out at the game and seemed satisfied with what she saw because she turned back to me an asked what year I was in. We chatted easily until the game was over. I told her where I lived and discovered that she lived one block over, her house was diagonally behind mine, just one over.

When the game ended the team picked up all their equipment and headed into the gym. Allison came over and asked me if I wanted to join them and then we could walk home together. I saw Anne looking at us and I knew it would be all over school if I accepted Allison's invitation. I hesitated and I saw a fleeting look of disappointment pass across Allison's lovely face. I smiled and said, "That sounds great!" She grinned and her whole face lit up. My little voice was screaming, "Stupid! Stupid!" but I ignored it.


We walk to the gym and through it to the girl's locker room. I hang back while the team gathers around the coach for her post-game talk. It lasts about ten minutes. Then they break up and some of the girls start to undress. The coach has a stack of clean towels on a table at the entrance to the showers. I wonder if Allison is going to shower, but she comes back with her backpack and a sports bag. I pick up my backpack and we leave together and walk home, chatting all the way.

When we get to my house I see that both cars are gone, which means that nobody is home. My brother is in college and both my parents work. I invite Allison in but she is hesitant. "I don't want to intrude," she says. I assure her that she's not intruding, that nobody else is home. "But I NEED a shower." I grin and mention that our house is modern, we have three showers! She smiles and says, "Ok, I give up."

We go inside and drop our stuff in the kitchen. Allison bring her sports bag upstairs with her and I show her the bathroom that I share with my brother. My mom is a bathroom freak and had them all redone a few years ago. My bathroom (now that my brother is gone) has a tub on the left as you walk in. Then a stall shower in the corner with two glass walls. The tub and the shower are directly adjoining. The tub is big and has a Jacuzzi unit with eight nozzles. On the opposite wall are the toilet, sink, and a full-length mirror. Allison is very impressed, especially with the tub. "God, that would feel good right now. I get so battered during some games..."


I told her she was welcome to use it after she showered. She grinned happily and started to peel off her uniform. I turned to leave but she told me I was welcome to stay. "After all, we're both girls. And we can talk." I hesitated for a moment and then told her I'd be right back. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and she said she'd love a Diet Coke. I nodded and headed down to the kitchen. On the way, I stopped in my room and changed into cutoff denim shorts and a t-shirt.

When I returned with the drinks Allison was in the shower shampooing her long thick hair. I was shocked at how beautiful she looked. Her slim body looked much better nude than clothed, something I already knew to be unusual. I was especially fascinated by her long strong legs and sleek firm thighs. As she turned to rinse her hair I was surprised to see that her pubic area was bare and smooth, not a trace of hair. I tapped on the glass and held up the Diet Coke, she grinned and nodded. I opened the door enough to hand it in and waited while she took a long sip. I tried not to stare, but it was hard. Her breasts were so pretty, full and round and firm with pert pink nipples that were hard and pointy.

She handed the can back and I turned and set it on the sink. Then I put the cover down on the toilet and sat down. We chatted over the noise of the water and it was mostly questions from Allison about school, the town, the kids that lived in the neighborhood, and the like. She told me they'd moved here from Minnesota in August. An unexpected move because her dad had been offered a great job and couldn't turn it down. I told her about my family, my parents are both professionals, my mother a doctor and my father a lawyer, and about my brother.

When she was done rinsing off, I handed her a towel and began to fill the tub for her. I could see that she had a couple of bruises on her legs and one nasty scratch on her right thigh. She also had a bruises on her knees. I asked her about that and she said, "Basketball, that's my real sport. My knees take a beating." She wrapped the towel around her head and stepped out of the shower. I was surprised at how comfortable she seemed to be with being nude. I mentioned it and she shrugged, "You get used to it - locker rooms are not very private and I've been playing AAU Basketball since I was 10."

She climbed into the tub and settled down with a sigh. As soon as the water was deep enough I turned on the jets and showed her how to work the controls. She moaned with pleasure as the hard jets massaged her. She sank down in the tub, resting her head on the edge, and closed her eyes. I excused myself, telling her I'd be right back. She said, "Ok" without opening her eyes.

I went downstairs and walked around in the yard for a few minutes to clear my head. I was very confused. I told myself I wasn't gay, but I couldn't deny the fact that I loved looking at Allison's nude body and wanted to rush right back upstairs. I held out for a few minutes and then went back inside. Allison opened her eyes when I walked into the bathroom and asked if everything was ok. I nodded, "Yes, everything's fine."

She gave me a long look and then asked if I wanted to join her. I shook my head, "Not now. My mom will be home in a while." Allison smiled, "Okay, some other time. She turned the jets off and opened the drain. I leaned against the sink and watched her dry off. Then I got my hairdryer and offered to dry her hair for her. She smiled and said, "Really? I'd love that." She straddled the toilet, still nude, facing the wall, and I stood behind her and dried her hair. It's so long and thick that it took a while. Brushing it was a real chore and I saw why she enjoyed having someone else do it for her. Allison was dressed and we were sitting in the kitchen working on homework when my mom came home. She was very friendly and I could tell that she liked Allison. She did raise her eyebrows in mock surprised when I told her that Allison not only went to West Catholic, but was a lowly freshman. Allison groaned and gave me a playful punch on the shoulder. It was fun. Mom invited Allison to stay for dinner but she said she had to get home before too long. She called and there was no answer so we hung around in the kitchen, talking to my mom.

Later, I walked Allison home. We went around the block although we could have cut through the yard. She told me that there was another home game at West the following afternoon, a makeup of a game that had been postponed when the other team's bus had been involved in a minor accident. I told her I had cheerleading practice. She sighed and said, "I was hoping you'd come and watch the game." By this time we were standing in the breezeway that connected her garage to the house. She touched my arm and said, "I really like you, Sarah. A lot."

I felt as though a great weight had settled on my chest. I found it hard to breathe. I glanced up at her and felt a wave of panic sweep over me. "I like you too," I whispered. "Bye, I have to get home." We stared at each other in silence for a moment, then I started to turn to leave. She reached out and put her hand on my shoulder. I stopped and glanced up at her. She slid her hand up to the back of my neck and drew me close. I felt helpless. Her hand was warm and strong on my neck.

She whispered, "I'm going to kiss you now." I nodded and turned my face up to her. She leaned and pressed her mouth against mine and I felt her tongue probing my closed mouth. I resisted for a moment until she squeezed my neck gently. Then I opened my mouth and she pushed her tongue in deep. When she released me I stepped back, dazed, and whispered, "I've GOT to go." I turned and fled. I glanced back as I reached the front sidewalk and saw her still standing there. She waved and I waved back. Then I ran all the way home.

When I got home my mom asked if anything was wrong. I shook my head and said, "No, everything's fine." What a lie! She told me she'd really liked Allison and hoped to see her around more. I nodded and said I did too and then went upstairs to do my homework. Actually, I just sat and stared out the window. I could see Allison's house through the trees and wondered if she was staring out her window. Probably not, she wasn't confused.

My mom came up a few minutes later. "Sarah, are you sure nothing's wrong?" I hesitated and then admitted that I was confused about a few things. She sat down on my bed and listened as I told her how Don was pressuring me to have sex and I didn't feel I was ready.

"Sarah, if you're not ready and I'm glad to hear that, then don't give in just to please someone else. You're the only one who can make these decisions and we've raised you to make the right ones for you. For you, not for someone else."

"That's not all of it. There's Allison. I just met her today when I stopped to watch her soccer game at West. I stopped because she was so damn beautiful."

"Don't swear, it's not ladylike."

"Mom! Are you listening? Anne, remember her from junior high?" Mom nodded and I continued, "She's at West now. She told me that Allison's a dyke." I paused and waited for mom to explode. I was shocked when she just smiled and said, "So?"

"Mom, she is. She kissed me! And... And... I liked it." There, I'd said it. I waited for the explosion.

"One kiss doesn't make you gay." God, who was this? Had they replaced mom, old straight-and-narrow mom, with a clone?

"That's not all. She took a shower here. And I watched. And I liked watching. She's got a beautiful body." That would surely do it.

"Sarah, if you're trying to shock me or provoke me, it's not going to work." Mom got that faraway look in her eye that meant she was drifting back, thinking about the past. "When I was in college there was a girl, my roommate actually, who was just so beautiful... Well we became very good friends. Very good friends..." Her voice drifted off into silence for a moment, then she came back. "Well, let's just say that it was very very nice while it lasted, but I wanted a family and so we parted. But I wonder about her sometimes..."

I was stunned. My mom and another woman? "But what about Allison and me?"

She smiled. "That's entirely up to you, my dear. Whatever you decide will be fine with your dad and I. But I do think you ought to break up with Don. It's only fair."

I nodded. "Tomorrow."

Mom stood up and kissed me on the forehead. "Come down for dinner when your father gets home." I nodded and she left.

The next morning I was up at 5:30 and went out for my run. A quick three miles and then home to shower and get ready for school. I hesitated over my choice of clothes and finally decided on a denim skirt and a cotton top. My Nikes and a pair of cotton socks. Mom dropped me off at 7:15 and I went straight to my locker. Don was waiting and I could tell that he was mad.

He didn't give me a chance to say anything before he lashed out at me. "We're through," he hissed. "I heard about you walking home with that dyke from West Catholic. Bunch of lezzie cunts over there! How could you do this to me? It's over, bitch." And he turned around and stormed off. In a way it was a relief. At least now I didn't have to worry about what I was going to say to him. But I had another worry. If he'd heard, and I assumed Anne had been busy on the phone last night, then everyone knew. "Well, fuck them," I muttered as I slammed my locked and headed off to my homeroom.

Girls I'd known since kindergarten turned their backs on me that day. Other girls, who I'd never known went out of their way to smile and say 'hello'. Go figure. All-in-all it wasn't too bad a day. I went by the gym after lunch and told Miss McGuire that I wasn't going to be at cheerleading practice that afternoon. She seemed sympathetic and told me that it was okay to skip one practice, but only one. I nodded and assured her that I'd be at the next one.

When 2:12 finally rolled around I was one of the first out the door. I had my backpack and I was moving. I practically ran the whole way over to West Catholic, slowing down only when I approached the gate near the athletic field. The girls soccer game was just underway when I arrived. Allison was on the field, so I dropped my backpack near their bench and sat down on top of it to watch the game. The coach came over and introduced herself. I stood up and shook her hand as I told her my name. She asked if anything was wrong with Allison. I shook my head, mystified. "Not that I know of. She was fine last night when I walked home with her."

The coach shook her head. "Something's wrong. She's playing like she's half-asleep." I turned to watch the game. The coach was right. Allison was just going through the motions. The coach sighed and said, "I'm going to take her out."

Without thinking I stuck two fingers in my mouth and whistled like my brother had taught me. It was a loud, piercing sound and everyone turned to look. Including Allison. It was like someone threw a switch. She grinned and suddenly she was moving. She took the ball away from an opposing player and started up the field. The coach glanced at me and shook her head, but she was smiling. "Kids!" Allison and her teammates passed twice and then Allison set up a goal by passing out to a quick little redhead who was right in front of the goal, five yards out. They scored and went on to win 5-2. Allison scored twice. She was also tripped twice and involved in a bad collision with an opposing player. She limped off the field at the end of the game, obviously hurting, but with a big smile on her face.

She walked over and stood in front of me. "Thanks for coming to the game."

I nodded. "You're welcome. I enjoyed it."

Her eyes searched my face for a moment. "Well?"

I blushed. "Okay."

She grinned. "Really?"

I grinned back. "Really!"

She touched my arm. "Say it. I want to hear you say it."

I blushed again and she chuckled. "I love you," I whispered softly.

She smiled and touched my arm again. "Come and walk in with me for the meeting." I nodded and fell in step with her.

As we walked toward the gym I whispered, "I can't believe this. You're only 14!"

She glanced at me and asked if it bothered me that she was younger. I shook my head. "No, not really."

"How do you feel when you're with me?" I glanced over and saw that she was asking seriously.

"I feel confused. And happy. And excited. And safe. Very safe. When you put your hand on my neck last night I wanted you to keep it there forever. God, I felt so safe when you were holding me."

She stopped and looked at me in silence for a moment. "Good, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I want you to feel safe. I love you more than anything. I have since I first saw you. You came running by my house one morning just after we moved here and it was love at first sight. I've been hoping to meet you ever since."

Then she turned and started walking again. I caught up with her and we went into the girls locker room for the team meeting. I leaned against the wall by the door and waited while the coach gave her post-game talk. Then Allison and I walked home together. She was limping a little and admitted that she'd twisted her ankle. I knew she'd taken a couple bad falls and I saw new bruises on her legs. I told her she was going right into the tub after a quick shower. She glanced at me and grinned. "Yes, ma'am." I swatted her on the arm and told her to behave herself.

She stopped and got a funny look on her face - real dreamy. Her eyes went out of focus. And then her hand was on the back of my neck. I didn't resist when she drew me close and bent to kiss me. We were standing on the sidewalk a few blocks from my house but I didn't care. I opened my mouth and moaned with pleasure as her tongue probed deep. She kissed me like I'd never been kissed before and I sagged against her when my knees got weak.

Then we were walking again and I was the one in a daze. She nudged me with her elbow, "Wash my hair for me today?" I glanced at her, "But that would mean...." My voice trailed off as she grinned.

"Exactly. Can't put anything over on you! So, how about it?" I nodded and blushed. She giggled. "I love it when you blush!"

I got mad and punched her on the arm. "Stop that! I hate it when you make me blush like that! I feel so stupid!" Just then a car pulled up. A familiar car. "Oh shit," I whispered, "It's my mom!"

The passenger window slid down and mom leaned across the seat. "Want a ride?" I hesitated, but Allison smiled and said, "Sure, Mrs. Black." Allison opened the door and held it - I didn't have any choice so I got in and slid into the middle of the front seat. Allison swung her pack into the back seat and then slid in beside me. I could feel her hip and thigh against mine.

Mom pulled away from the curb and glanced at me. "Is everything okay?"

I glanced quickly at Allison. "Yes, everything is perfect."

Mom smiled. "Good. I like it when things are perfect. Decisions made. People happy." Then she asked Allison a question about soccer and they chatted for the rest of the three minute ride.

When we got home I told mom that Allison was staying for dinner but needed to shower. Mom nodded. "The way she's limping it looks like she could use some time in the Jacuzzi too. Go ahead, I'll be out puttering in the garden. Dad won't be home until very late so it will just be the three of us for dinner."

As we started out of the kitchen mom called me back. "Sarah, I need to talk to you for a moment." I went back and she said, "Are you happy?"

I smiled. "Yes, mom, very happy."

She smiled back at me. "Good. Go ahead now." As I turned away she said, "Your hair needs washing too. Don't make a mess in there either." I glanced back at her, stunned, but she'd turned away and was sorting the mail.

When I got upstairs Allison was waiting in my room. "What did she say?" she demanded anxiously. I told her and she grinned. Then she got that dreamy look on her face and I stepped closer. When I felt her hand on the back of my neck I sighed happily and whispered, "I love you." She squeezed gently and I moaned. "God, I love it when you do that!" She squeezed again and then began unbuttoning my blouse. I stood there quietly and let her strip me naked. She looked me over and told me she loved my body. She ran the back of her hand over my belly and I shivered. Then she kissed me, stroking my back and buttocks gently as she did so. After the kiss she asked me if I was happy. I nodded. "I'm very happy as long as I'm with you."

She grinned and said, "I love you so much. And I love you naked!" Of course I blushed and she chuckled as she watched it move down my body. Then she kissed me again and held me for a moment. I whispered, "Keep me naked if you like me that way." She squeezed me gently and then stepped back and started undressing.

When she was finished we went into the bathroom and I turned on the shower while she unbraided her hair. We got into the shower together, there was plenty of room, and I washed her hair while she knelt with her back to me. It was very erotic - being nude together in the shower and washing her hair. Then she washed mine while I knelt. Then we soaped each other and washed each other all over. I loved the feel of her soft smooth skin under my soapy hands. And I loved the feel of her hands on my body, soft, but firm and strong. When she washed my buttocks I bit my lip and moaned with pleasure. I took a deep breath and whispered, "Oh, God!' when she spread them and ran the tip of her finger over my anus.

It was fantastic! I cupped her breasts and kissed each nipple gently before sucking it into my mouth. I loved the way she sighed and moaned. Then I brought my knee up between her legs and rubbed it against her waxed pussy. She spread her legs and pressed herself against my knee. God, it was fantastic! A little later I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue over her slit for the first time. I loved it! She tasted wonderful!

Then I bumped her knee somehow and she cried out. I sat down and took a good look. Her knee was badly bruised and looked a little swollen. I felt terrible. I ran the tips of my fingers over her knee, probing gently, looking up to see her reaction. She was in pain - I saw her wince a couple of times. That was enough for me. I stood up and told her that she needed to get into the tub and use the Jacuzzi, but first I wanted my mom to look at her knee. She didn't want to, but gave in when I started to cry.

I filled the tub and she got in and turned on the jets. Then I wrapped myself in a big towel and went to get my mom. She was out in the yard but came when I called from the kitchen window. I told her that Allison's knee seemed bad and asked her to look at it. She nodded and followed me upstairs. She crouched by the tub and probed and poked and prodded gently while asking Allison how it felt and how it had happened. Allison explained that she'd twisted it when she twisted her ankle. Mom immediately picked up Allison's foot and began examining her ankle. Allison didn't seem to mind having mom examine her while she was naked and mom didn't seem to be bothered either. After a few minutes she told Allison that she thought the damage was minor but advised her to see her own doctor. She told Allison that she'd wrap her knee and ankle after she was dry and dressed. Then she got up and kissed me on the forehead and said she'd be out in the yard and call her when Allison was ready to have her knee wrapped.

After mom was gone, Allison glanced at me and asked why I'd cried. I sat on the edge of the tub and ran my fingers through her wet hair. "I cried because I love you and I couldn't stand the thought of you being in pain. Please take care of yourself." I touched her knee. "You've got such pretty knees - I hate to see them all bruised and scratched."

Allison smiled. "You'll have to get used to it. Athletes get hurt."

I nodded. "I know that, but it doesn't mean you have to take chances. Can't you wear knee pads and shin guards like some of the others?"

She made a face. "I hate those things! They slow me down and make me feel awkward."

"Please," I pleaded, "At least wear knee pads." She nodded reluctantly and promised to think about it. I satisfied myself with that for the moment. She distracted me by running her hand up under my towel and I spread my legs slightly to allow her to slip her finger into my wet pussy. Soon the towel was on the floor and I was moaning as she sucked my nipples and masturbated me to my first orgasm with her. She triggered it by slipping her free hand around behind me and pushing her index finger into my anus. I threw my head back and moaned with pleasure as I started to orgasm. pushing myself back against her finger.

Twenty minutes later we were dressed and down in the kitchen, our hair still wet. Allison sat on the counter while mom wrapped her knee and ankle with Ace bandages. Then she called Allison's mom and talked to her for a few minutes. Then Allison's mom came through the yards to talk to mom in person. They seemed to hit it off. I brought my hair dryer out to the patio and we took turns doing each other's hair. Allison nodded when I asked if her mother knew she was gay. "Yes, and she's comfortable with it. More than my dad. Mom's cool." Allison drew me down onto her lap and kissed me. We were sitting there, me on her lap, when our moms came out onto the patio. I started to get up but Allison held me on her lap. Our moms came over and sat down at the table. My mom told us that she had agreed to take Allison on as a patient. (Mom's a pediatrician) Allison's mom smiled at me and patted my hand. Then she told Allison to mind her manners at dinner and be home by nine o'clock. Allison nodded meekly. "Yes, mom. I will."

After Allison's mom left my mom said, "Allison, I have to ask you this. Have you had any other lover's recently?"

I blushed. "Mom! How could you? I'm so embarrassed."

Mom glanced at me and said, "Shush, Sarah. It's for your own good. Both of you." Allison squeezed my wrist and said, "Your mom's right. No, Doctor Black, I haven't had any other lovers lately. Or ever. Sarah is my first."

Mom smiled. "Good. That's good to hear."

I glanced at Allison. "I'm your last lover, too. I'll kick your butt if you even look at another girl!" Allison laughed. Mom chuckled. Then we all went inside to fix dinner.

Next: Chapter 2: A Day in the Life


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