Chapter 5: Sunday

"Ummm…Hmmphhh…Ohhhh…" 

I woke up to the sound of my mom moaning loudly above the muffled squeaking of her bed. It took me a couple seconds of blinking and looking around in the dark, and I was momentarily confused because I could have sworn Angie was with me. We'd been naked and I'd been on top of her again, like I'd been after Mom had left for work, except this time I'd been touching her pussy with mine. I mean, like on the inside, you know? My pussy had been inside hers somehow and that was how I knew I'd been dreaming.

Everything else had seemed so real.

"Like that?" a soft voice, a man's voice floated through the wall. "You like that cock, baby?"

"Uh-huh! Uh…Uh…Uh…" that was all my mom was saying.

My pussy was wet again, I realized, my body damp and warm and sticky. I had to push the sheets off me. I felt my boobs aching, the way they sometimes did when I got my period, except this was different. I touched them through my t-shirt and that felt good. I closed my eyes, remembering how Angie had touched me and how her tits had felt against mine. I'd felt her nipples again in my dream, rubbing stiff and hard against my own. 

"Put your legs up…" the guy said, "…Yeah…I want to fuck you deep…Like that, Monica? Tell me, baby…You like my cock?"

"Yeah! Fuck me!" Mom said louder. "Give it to me…Ugh! Uhhh fuck…Uh-huh!"

I had to take off my t-shirt and I was listening to their voices, pretending it was me and Angie. I pulled my shirt over my head and fell back on the pillow, rubbing my nipples with both hands and that was better. That felt good. My mom's bed was noisy that night, more than it usually was. The guy must have really been giving it to her hard and in my head it was me. I was pushing myself into Angie. Not a dick, not really, just…me. 

My pussy was in her again, like in my dream, and I reached inside my boxers. I didn't want to touch my pussy and I never had before in my life, but it was so hot and everything. I felt a throbbing, like my heart was between my legs, pounding down there. I felt my pubic hair damp with my juices and lower, at the top of my slit, yeah! That's where it was. I touched something unexpected, a part of me that was new, and my butt came off the bed as I stifled a gasp.

"Ummm…Slow it down, baby," the man groaned. "I don't wanna cum yet…Fuck! You feel so good! Slow…Yeah, like that…Ride my cock!"

"Like this?" I heard Mom giggling. "Oh! Yessss…That's…Ugh! There!…Fuck me right there! Uh-huh!"

The squeaking of the bed had slowed down for a moment, but then it picked up again and I was only barely aware of it. I gave the sounds only as much attention they needed to feed the fantasy in my head. I'd found a secret, magic spot and I knew what it was. My clit was just a tiny little bump, not even exposed really, not so I could tell. It was inside the folds of hot flesh surrounding it, trying to escape but still too small maybe. I tickled it with the tip of my finger, like I was scratching at an itch and that felt incredible.

I was buzzing down there and my hips moved by themselves. I was making my own bed squeak as I bounced my butt up and down. It had felt good before, but now it was getting better. My pussy needed attention, my clitoris needed to be touched. I was grabbing my left boob with one hand, really digging my fingers into it, and that helped. It didn't hurt either, not like it should have. My tits wanted to be squeezed hard and I rubbed my clit with two fingers and then three, just rubbing them around in a tiny circle faster and faster.

My thighs came together, my feet off the bed with my knees high, like I was trying to curl up into a ball. My tummy was so tight! I was close to something. Mom had told me girls can cum, but I never had and I tried to wonder if I was cumming then, but mostly I couldn't wonder about anything. Nothing except Angie and not even her, really. It was all me and I had to bite my lip when all of a sudden the tightness in my belly seemed to explode.

I grabbed my pussy. I mean, I just covered it with my hand, the whole thing, and made a fist. I squeezed my hand too, with my thighs, trapping myself there as my sex burned and throbbed and spilled wetness over my fingers. Not a whole lot maybe, but a lot more than I might have expected and I hadn't really known what to expect. I could barely breathe and my heart wouldn't slow down and I felt just…Good! Like I was floating on a pogo stick or something and it lasted a long time too. I was cumming for several minutes at least, and afterwards I could only nod my head and giggle in the dark, and let my body relax completely.

I didn't feel tired after that, not at all. I was wide awake and the sound of my mom having sex was still filling our apartment. I pulled my hand out of my underwear and I was very wet. I brought my fingers to my face and while I couldn't see anything in the dark, I could smell it. I smelled like my mom's bedroom did in the morning sometimes, but different too and not really unpleasant. I wondered what Angie would smell like as I got out of bed carefully, not wanting to get that stuff on anything else. I went to the bathroom, closing the door so I could clean myself up.

"Hey! I'm in here…" I said as the door opened and our bathroom didn't have a lock on it. 

"Oh!" 

"Oh!"

I was standing by the sink with my boxers down around my thighs and I'd been washing my pussy with a washcloth. Looking at it too, because I was sorta curious to see what I'd been feeling. I'd never really looked at myself closely, you know? So I was doing that, and I shouldn't have been, but I figured Mom and her friend would be busy for a long time anyway. Except they'd gotten unbusy and now the guy was standing there, naked and holding a wrinkled, cum-filled condom between his fingertips, and his long, ruddy penis was hanging wetly between his legs, and it wasn't just some guy.

"Sorry," he closed the door quickly, but it was way, way too late for that.

Josh's dad had been fucking my mom.

I ran into my bedroom, slamming the door because I wanted to make sure Mom knew I was awake, and I got under my sheets and waited. I figured she'd come in. She'd have to after that. I was so stupid. Josh's dad had gone to a bachelor party the same night my mom was working at one? Duh! Then he comes home all fresh from a shower and I have to clean up his wet towels? I had to pick up his used rubbers from the bedroom floor? Why didn't he just throw that one on the floor? Why did he decide to go to the bathroom?

God!

I was so stupid! Anybody coulda figured it out. No wonder Mr. Evans couldn't look at me that morning. He'd been having sex with my mom all night. I was his son's best friend. He'd known me since I was five years old. He was like a dad to me, except not that way, not a dad who slept with my mom! He'd known my mom all those years too, of course, and so I started wondering if he'd been having sex with her for like forever, or just now? Probably just now, I thought, because Mr. Evans had never acted weird before. I mean, yeah, he'd checked my mom out, but every guy on earth does that! It hadn't ever bothered me very much.

Josh's dad. I thought he was the coolest guy in the world too. He was cheating on his wife. With my mom! How'd he end up over here anyway? What? Did he sneak out of bed? Tip-toe out of the house like a thief while his wife was sleeping? Probably. What a jerk! I'd never cared before. I mean, yeah, my mom had a lot of guys. A lot of married guys, I knew that. Like her serious boyfriends, the ones who stayed with her for three or four months, who treated her like a real woman instead of a stripper? Yeah, they were all married. Mom told me she didn't ever want a guy who was too serious, so she looked for married guys.

Like that was normal?

So what? I wondered, was Josh's dad just another guy giving my mom two hundred bucks for sex? Or was this a serious thing, like Mom was going to keep him around for awhile and let Mr. Evans buy us stuff and spoil her and all that? I'd met those other guys, of course, like Mr. Brandt, who'd paid for my mom's tits. He'd been nice to me and come over for dinner with us and all that. When Mom was on her little "vacation" recovering from her surgery, Mr. Brandt had taken us down to San Francisco for three days. He had a daughter my age, going to school in France or someplace, and he'd kept trying to buy me dresses, but that wasn't his fault and I'd liked him a lot anyway.

I'd liked Mr. Evans a lot too, more than Mr. Brandt even, but I didn't want him having sex with my mom! I kept waiting for Mom to come into my room and try to explain, but she never did and I fell asleep.

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Mr. Evans was gone when I woke up, of course. He was probably at home, being a good husband to his wife and father to my best friend. It was Sunday. Oh. He'd be at church, I thought, stretching and looking at my alarm clock. It was just after nine. Nine oh nine and I went to my mom's bedroom to find her happily asleep. No condoms on the floor, just a couple empty wrappers. No money on the dresser either and that was a bad sign. Mr. Evans would be paying for it some other way and that meant Mom was serious about the guy. I left without waking her up, although I'd wanted to.

I didn't really know why I was mad and I tried to figure it out while I ate some cereal. I guessed that I felt betrayed kinda. It was like finding out that Mr. Evans wasn't perfect and I wanted him to be. My mom I could understand. Maybe. Depending on circumstances. She wouldn't have invited Josh's dad over and like seduced him, I knew that much. So yeah, I decided I wasn't really mad at Mom, not especially anyway, but Mr. Evans…That hurt. It would hurt Josh for sure and he'd be mad at my mom probably. Josh could even be mad at me and that really bummed me out. Even if he wasn't, Mrs. Evans wouldn't ever let Josh be my friend, not if she knew her husband was having sex with my mom.

"Hmmmm…" Angie sighed through the telephone.

"Are you sleeping?" I asked softly.

"I'm dreaming," she giggled sleepily. "I'm in bed and my boyfriend is talking to me."

"I was dreaming about you too," I said, sitting on the kitchen floor with my back against the refrigerator.

"What were we doing?"

"Ummm…" I blushed.

"Kissing?"

"Yeah."

"Me too," Angie breathed. "I miss you."

"Me too."

"Come over."

"Now?"

"Uh-huh," she sighed like a little girl. "The back door's unlocked."

"Okay."

"Just come upstairs. I don't want to get out of bed."

"Alright," I agreed. "Ten minutes, okay?"

"Five." Angie giggled and hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

I dressed quickly, spending more time brushing my teeth and washing my face than anything else. Five minutes goes by quickly and I didn't want to disappoint her, not even in a silly way like that. I pulled on some clean underwear and a t-shirt and a pair of old corduroys, brown ones. I didn't have time for socks and my boots felt funny on my bare feet. I ran across the grass and found the door to the kitchen unlocked, just as Angie had promised.

"Six minutes," she pouted and then laughed at the look on my red face. I'd really been running, except I'd walked up the stairs and stuff because I didn't want her to know.

My face woulda been red anyway probably, since Angie was on her bed wearing a pair of white bikini panties and nothing else. They were loose and flimsy and she moved her legs, kind of rubbing her thighs together with her knees pointed at me. Her toenails were pink and I watched her left foot move slowly along her right calf, up and down as she looked at me. 

Her breasts were right there, uncovered so that I could see her dark nipples pointing out and a little up, her tits were firm and formed with amazing curves. I could see the undersides of them, the soft pale skin that reminded me of that cream cheese Angie loved, and I don't know why I liked that so much, but I did. I liked the way her legs were long and her tummy was flat with a small, inny belly button. I liked her round hips and slender shoulders and even how I could see her ribs because the girl was so thin. 

"Are you gonna take off your clothes, Sam?" Angie asked me, tilting her blonde head and blinking her big blue eyes. "Or do you want me to put mine on?"

"Yeah," I swallowed thickly and nodded. "Um, the first one."

"Good!" Angie decided as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. "I love Sundays."

I left my boxers on, plain old white ones, because I was kinda scared to show her everything. I mean, I knew she was a girl so she'd know what I looked like and all, but we hadn't got really naked with each other yet. I thought she wanted to and maybe I did too, but it was weird. There was no way I could just get naked in front of Angie or anybody else, except Josh and he didn't count. Angie didn't say anything, she was holding out her hands to pull me onto her bed and join her. 

It was warm in her room. Not just the temperature, I mean everything was warm. The morning sun was yellow through the curtains and tinted everything around us. The white walls seemed to glow and the rust colored carpeting added even more warmth. The teddy bears sitting silent and patiently watching us were beautiful, I thought. It seemed like a different world in Angie's bedroom and part of me, the part I didn't want to be, liked it and for just a second I wondered what it would be like to be a real girl.

I felt safe in her room.

I felt safe with Angie and she wanted me on top of her again, so that my body covered hers as my tongue slipped into her mouth. For the first time in my life I thought maybe I was in love, because it seemed like I had to be. This was too perfect for anything less. My heart ached and everywhere Angie touched me I tingled and burned. My tummy was against hers and I felt her stiff nipples pressing into my breasts. They were hard and distinctive and I tried to keep my weight off her, but Angie wanted it and she pulled me tightly against her. 

Angie's legs were spread around me and it was better this time than it had been the night before. I could feel her skin against mine, her thighs rubbing my hips as she played with me, like trying to work my underwear down, I thought for a second and then promptly forgot it as something else stole my attention. Angie bit my bottom lip, her new favorite thing to do, and she giggled softly in her throat as she chewed it for a second and let me go. I did the same to her, nibbling at the girl's mouth while her hands moved over my back and shoulders.

"Kiss me…" Angie whispered, pushing me down with gentle hands and I quickly understood what she wanted.

My mouth found her right breast and I opened for the girl's nipple, licking first and finally sucking on it. Angie sighed and arched her back, digging her fingers in my hair. I didn't know how to do it, but it wasn't hard to figure out. I'd draw her nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue, slow and then fast, sucking on her hard at the same time. She seemed to like that and I tilted my eyes to see that hers were closed. Her lips were tight and she breathed through her nose, short, quick breaths that told me I was doing it right.

Her body was moving beneath me and Angie closed her thighs around my left leg. I was almost kneeling then and she lifted her hips and I realized her pussy was pressed against my thigh. She was grinding her sex against me and I pushed forward with my knee on the mattress, trying to give her more. She pulled my face to her other breast and I nursed on that one like I had the other. I suckled her tit almost desperately, using my lips and tongue, and even my teeth to make Angie feel good.

How long we did that, I had no idea. She hunched herself against my thigh harder and faster and finally Angie pulled me to her mouth. She jerked beneath me, clamping her thighs around my leg and her tongue was all over inside my mouth. I could feel her sex like a furnace, I swear. I'd never felt anything so hot and she was damp, very wet, and my head was full of her smell. The musky scent of her sweat and more, the faint tang of her arousal mixed with mine. I was very wet too, my pussy throbbing like it had the night before. I wanted to touch myself or let Angie touch me, but I was caught in her arms as she kissed me and worked her pussy against my thigh.

She was cumming. Angie was kissing me while she came and after a couple minutes she relaxed, her body going limp and she opened her shining blue eyes to smile at me. She was breathing hard, we both were, and I kissed her face. I kissed her cheeks and nose. I kissed her eyes while she came down from that good place and that was more important to me. I mean, Angie being happy, seeing her smile and knowing I'd made her feel good. Making her happy was more important than anything else in the world to me right then.

Yeah. I was falling in love with her.

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"Ohmmmm…" Angie pursed her lips, kinda frowning playfully as we lay side-by-side on her bed in our underwear.

"What?" I wondered, rubbing her left breast with my thumb. Her nipples weren't as hard as before, but they were still pretty cool to me. I just liked touching her.

"You got me all wet," she giggled.

"Oh." I smiled and talking about sex made me feel weird. 

I mean, I didn't even want to swear in front of her, and I didn't like swearing anyway, but Angie was a girl, you know? Boys could say stuff, like joke around and be kinda crude, girls too probably, it was just that I didn't think Angie would like it. Or something. I was scared just to tell her I liked her tits.

"I used to dream about this," Angie told me, getting closer and putting her face in my black hair. "I used to think about being in bed with my boyfriend. Not doing anything, not like that, but just being with somebody."

"Yeah."

"Did you ever think about it, Sam?"

"I don't know," I said, breathing her hair and skin and maybe she did smell like strawberries, I couldn't decide. Mostly Angie just smelled like Angie and I liked it.

"Nobody ever came to my bedroom before."

"What about your friends?" I smiled, knowing what she meant.

"No," she told me and I realized I didn't know what she meant. "I never had any friends."

"Never?" I looked at her face, thinking girls who looked like Angie always had friends. "I don't believe you."

"Well, I did when I was little, but not in high school," she told me. "I told a girl I liked her once."

"You did?"

"Yeah," she shrugged. "When I was fourteen. It wasn't like I wanted to kiss her or anything, just…I liked her."

"What did she say?"

"She told everybody," Angie sighed. "After that nobody really liked me anymore."

"Oh."

"I didn't care," she said and I knew that wasn't true. "I didn't like them anyway. I just wanted to turn eighteen and leave."

"Hmmm…" I smiled and she gave me a curious look.

"What?"

"I don't want to be eighteen," I said. "I don't even want to be fifteen."

"You don't? Why?"

"I don't know," I shrugged and I wasn't sure I wanted to tell anybody this stuff.

"Yeah you do," Angie giggled softly and then sighed. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No. I do, I just…" I sucked my lips. I didn't want her to think I was stupid.

"This is how old I want to be," she said. "I mean, this is what I want, you know? My roommates want to be 21 or something, so they can go out and dance and meet guys."

"Yeah?"

"I just want to be old enough so I can be here," Angie decided and then smiled at me. "With you."

"I want to be twelve," I said and Angie laughed, which made me frown and I was blushing.

"Why?" she wondered. "I hated being twelve!"

"Because I was still a boy then," I told her and then I had to explain. "Like, I wasn't but, I didn't have my, um…You know…"

"Your period?"

"Yeah," I blushed even more.

"What difference does that make?"

"Not just that," I shook my head. "Me and my best friend, Josh? We didn't think about other stuff, like girls or whatever. We didn't care if he had, you know, a dick and um, I didn't."

"Oh," Angie giggled. "Nobody cared, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Like nobody cared if he was my best friend and if I wasn't a boy. None of the kids at school cared."

"Okay," she nodded. "I get it now."

"You do?" I laughed nervously. "It's kinda dumb, huh?"

"No," she told me. "It's not dumb. At least you've still got friends, right?"

"Yeah."

"You're not gonna tell them you have a girlfriend," she said after a minute and it sounded kinda like an accusation or something. "Are you?"

"Um…" I really didn't know what to say.

"I'm not mad or anything."

"I know," I told her, but I felt bad. I felt like she should be.

"It's only been a day anyway," she said. "Come on. I'm just being dumb now. I'm sorry."

"You're not," I told her quickly. "I just don't know. I never had a girlfriend before."

"Never wanted one, huh?" Angie laughed.

"Maybe," I giggled too.

"I changed my mind," Angie's fingers played with the waistband of my boxers, kinda snapping it against my skin.

"About what?"

"About being eighteen," she said. "I wish I was fifteen now."

"Why?" 

"Cause I could go to school with you," she shifted a little, bringing her face close to mine. "I could sit next to you and just look at you."

"Yeah," I nodded. "That would be cool."

"We could have lunch together and stuff and write notes," she giggled. "We could get naked after gym class."

"Heh!" I grinned and she was making my face warm. Her fingers were inside my boxers, not far, but a little and she was moving them along the top of my butt.

"And even if the other kids knew about us? We wouldn't care," she sighed as my hand went lower and I held my breath as I snuck them under her panties, where she had a little dimple sorta in the small of her back.

It was a nice daydream, Angie and me being in school together and I wondered what she'd looked like when she was fifteen. I thought she'd probably been pretty cute. Probably she'd always wanted that too, having a boyfriend who was a girl, having a friend like me in school, even if it was a secret. Angie must have been pretty lonely, I figured, even more than me. I had Josh and some of the other guys to hang around with, so I wasn't totally alone, not like Angie had been. That must have really sucked.

Angie kissed me and she wanted to make out some more. So did I, because feeling her body against mine was pretty much the best feeling in the world for me. Her nipples were hard again, poking against me like big, brown pencil erasers, and my nipples just kinda hurt. They were pink, my nipples and especially the colored part around them. Not long or anything, but fat and pink and tender, like they were being pinched all the time. And I was wet. I'd been wet, like Angie was, except maybe not as much. Her panties were really damp after she'd cum and I think she wanted to take them off, but was too shy or something.

Except Angie didn't seem to be shy about anything. It was more like she was waiting for me to do it and I thought about it. I reached lower and I was so nervous, even though we were kissing and I felt warm and safe and all that. I had my hand on her bare butt and it was making my heart go fast and I was waiting for her to tell me to stop. I mean, she probably would, right? I'd heard guys at school, like some older guys talking before about their girlfriends, and they always said that getting to third base was hard. Their girlfriends would say no the first time. The first three times and then maybe they'd say yes after a month or something.

Angie wasn't stopping me though, even when my fingers sorta went between her butt cheeks. Not very far or anything, no way! But a little bit and that was about as far as I could reach anyway. She was tall and I was kind of short and…

"Like this…" Angie breathed, moving and sort of scooting up, dragging her boobs up to my face so I could kiss them again.

That was almost sorta awkward, but all of a sudden I had a lot more room for my hand. I mean, I could reach all the way down, you know? I kissed her tits and Angie was really into that a lot. She was telling me to suck them for her, just whispering the words so softly I could barely hear her, and her left leg went up higher, over my thighs and hips. We were still on our sides and everything, or at least I was; Angie was kind of twisted now, almost laying on me and her legs were spread wide and my hand just kept going.

I felt her pussy! It almost made my heart stop and I pulled my fingers back as soon as I realized I'd found the girl's sex from behind. She didn't say anything though. She didn't stop me at all. Angie sighed and she was sorta bent over and holding my mouth to her left nipple so I could chew it gently. Angie liked that a lot and I was biting her as carefully as I could and I reached for her pussy again and it was hot! It was soft too, like that mink teddy bear kinda, except different. She had curly hair, wet pubic hair, and her pussy felt like velvet or something.

I mean, I don't know what it felt like, except it was hot and moist and Angie moved her hips when she felt my fingers. I didn't do anything except touch her really, just sort of petting her pussy and my wrist was turned sorta funny and it hurt, but I didn't stop. I couldn't believe she was letting me touch her pussy! Angie and me had been making out a lot, like every chance we got, and I'd thought it was cool. Better than cool, but even when she'd been rubbing her pussy on my leg and all that? It wasn't like really, really sex. It was just…sorta sex. Or something. 

Touching her naked pussy? That was real sex!

"Take them off," Angie whispered.

"Uh," I swallowed hard and my face was like between her tits and I was hot and sweaty and breathing hard. "Are you sure? I mean, um…"

"Yeah," Angie kissed my ear. "It's okay. Take them off for me."

I did too! Like what fifteen year old boy wasn't going to take off a girl's panties? And I felt like a boy. I mean, it sounds dumb, but I really did. I wasn't thinking about my own pussy at all, mostly I was just thinking nobody would ever believe me. That was dumb too. Like who was I gonna tell? It was just weird how all of a sudden everything changed, how it felt a lot more real all of a sudden and probably it's like that for everyone when they realize that they're really going to have real sex for the first time.

Or maybe it was just me.

Angie kicked her legs and wriggled her butt to help me, because I was just pushing at her panties blindly. I couldn't see anything and she wanted to kiss some more anyway, which was fine with me. I kinda wanted to see what her pussy looked like, but kissing, yeah, that was good too. Angie moved so I could touch her from the front, spreading her legs again and letting me know she wanted me to do it. She wasn't even a little shy and I was pretty much dying inside with fear and excitement and everything else. 

I touched her pussy gently at first, like I might break something down there, you know? I'd felt my own and that helped a little, at least I kinda knew what to expect, but she was different too. Angie had more hair, not a lot, but definitely more. And her lips felt bigger, I thought. Like they stuck out kinda, enough so I could pinch them gently between my fingers, not like mine which were really small and hardly came out of my pussy at all. Angie's were right there.

Her tongue played with mine all the while too. She was breathing hard and so our kisses weren't really deep. We'd just tongue wrestle with our mouths open mostly and I wasn't really good at it, since I was thinking about what my fingers were doing. Angie didn't seem to mind though and she moved her hips, like asking me to touch her more and I wondered if I could really finger her or not. Like, put my fingers inside her and everything.

"Ummmm…" Angie blinked at me when I started to put my middle finger inside and I stopped.

"Did it hurt?" I asked, because I had no idea what it would feel like. 

"No," she giggled. "I like it."

"Okay," I nodded and this was really weird because Angie was looking into my eyes while I rubbed my finger around her slit.

She was seriously wet too, like she'd peed herself, except I knew she hadn't. She was hot too, crazy hot! And wet and I could feel her pussy open for me and I pushed my finger inside and it was like putting my finger inside a ball of really hot, soft clay in art class. I swear, that's what I was thinking because I could feel her all around my finger, her pussy giving way as I worked it deeper. I could feel little bumps and ridges, or something, and I sorta wiggled my finger around and Angie was biting her lip.

"See?" she whispered and then she was kissing me again and deeply this time. 

We French kissed without breathing for like a minute probably and the whole time I was fingering her out. I finger fucked her! Like I started moving my hand and sliding my finger back and forth, feeling her sex kind of squeezing me. Not really hard or anything, but I could feel it and Angie's tongue was practically licking my tonsils. She was really into it then and moving her hips as she tried to fuck me back. It was pretty intense.

Angie wanted to cum and she let me know with her eyes and hands and breathless voice. She was feeling good and getting closer, but I wasn't really doing it the way she needed me to, and Angie reached down to take my hand in hers. We were both breathing hard and I just let her move my fingers around like she wanted. She was nodding and smiling, licking her lips while she taught me the best way to touch her. She put my fingers on her clit, which I'd kinda noticed, but not really. It felt like a sharp little bump, kinda pointed down actually, and Angie put my fingers on it and then I knew what to do.

I rubbed her clit gently, thinking about how my own was pretty sensitive or whatever, so I figured hers would be too. I moved my fingers like I'd done it for myself the night before and she liked that. She made soft groans deep in her throat, almost growling maybe, like a cat purring, deep and fast and her hand was still on mine. We were both rubbing her and it didn't take very long. Just a few minutes of that and she gasped and kissed me like before, her tongue moving around in my mouth while her hand pushed me against her pussy hard. She didn't want to be rubbed anymore; she just wanted me to press against her while she was cumming.

"God, that felt good," she giggled weakly a few minutes later. "That felt so good, Sam."

"Okay," I was giggling too and my hand was still on her pussy, but I wasn't really doing anything there. Just touching her and my hand was like soaked with her cum juice. I seriously couldn't believe I'd fingered my girlfriend. We were gonna do that a lot, I hoped.

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"Where have you been?" Mom asked me as soon as I got home and it was only about noon. 

"Angie's house," I said, kicking off my shoes and we were both looking at each other like we didn't know what to say. We didn't know what the other one was feeling, you know? All the good feelings I'd had from being with Angie were going away quickly.

Angie had wanted me to stay, but I knew Josh would be looking for me. We were supposed to work on my mom's car and Josh's dad was supposed to help us, but I really didn't feel like seeing him. I didn't feel like seeing Josh either and that was a new and weird feeling to have, believe me. But the thing with his dad and my mom, and the thing with Angie being my girlfriend…I didn't have any idea what was going on with me and my best friend anymore.

"Josh has been looking for you," Mom said, which explained why she awake at noon. "He just called again a minute ago."

"Okay." I wasn't sounding very happy and Mom frowned.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked me, meaning Josh's dad, of course.

"No."

"I didn't mean for you to find out, Sam."

"I said no," I told her, going to the kitchen because I was kinda hungry. Or I had been; I wasn't anymore, but it gave me an excuse to do something besides talk to my mom.

"Alright," Mom sighed, but she wasn't leaving and that meant she wasn't really going to let it go.

We didn't say anything for a couple minutes. I put a Hot Pocket in the microwave and watched as it went around and around. I didn't want to look at my mom. She'd sat down at the table, wearing her bathrobe and looking like she'd just fallen out of bed, which she had. I wished she'd just go back to bed and sleep and wake-up and go to work. I could probably go all week without seeing her again, if I really tried.

"Josh's dad was at the club Friday night," Mom said finally and I shook my head without looking at her. "I didn't know he was going to be there, Sam. We never did anything before that."

"So?" I stared at the microwave thinking five minutes was a long time.

"So…He offered me a ride home," Mom explained. "I didn't ask him, alright?"

"But you asked him to come up, didn't you?" I asked her, jamming my thumb on the Open button to stop the microwave.

"Yeah," Mom agreed. "I was just being nice and then…You know…"

"Yeah," I snorted. "I bet."

"Sam!" Mom frowned as I turned around. 

"I saw the money, Monica," I rolled my eyes. "It wasn't just being nice."

"Is that what's bothering you?"

"No!" I put my plate on the table, but I didn't sit down. "He's Josh's dad, that's what's bothering me."

"He's a man," Mom shrugged, like that explained everything. "It didn't have anything to do with you or Josh, Sam. It's how I pay the bills around here."

"What about last night?" I stared at her. "Did he come to your work again?"

"Last night was a mistake, okay? I'm sorry. He wanted to come over and…"

"And what?"

"And it was fun," Mom stared right back at me. "Sometimes I just want to feel good, okay? The whole world doesn't revolve around you all the time."

"Yeah," I swallowed hard and then was going to my bedroom. "I figured that out already!"

"I'm sorry," Mom said. "Sam! I didn't mean…"

I slammed the door and got under my sheets, covering myself up in case she came in. I really didn't want my mom to see me crying.

The world never revolved around me. I didn't have a mom, I had a roommate who bossed me around and had sex with my best friend's dad. If I complained, she'd tell me she was doing it for me. Mom would tell me how hard it was being a high school drop-out with a baby and no husband. She'd make it sound like it was all my fault or something. 

Why did she have to have sex with him? My mom had everything! She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She had like a zillion boyfriends. Any guy she wanted, all Mom had to do was snap her fingers. I hated that! She didn't know anything about me; what it was like growing up and looking at her and knowing no boys were ever going to like me. That was…

I frowned because I hadn't ever admitted that before. I'd thought it, maybe, sometimes. I was a boy though, so it wasn't important. That's what I told myself. I didn't care if I never looked like her because I wasn't a real girl anyway. Except I did care. Sometimes. Maybe. 

Mr. Evans was my friend, not my mom's and he should have liked me, not her. So now he was gonna like her better probably. Like showing Josh her tits. Mom was ruining everything and she thought it was funny. Stupid Josh. All he was thinking about was sex now! Probably that's why he'd wanted to kiss me, because he was thinking about my mom and his stupid thing got hard!

I didn't care. I was still a boy. I had a girlfriend and everything and Angie didn't think my mom was all that hot anyway! She hadn't even looked at my mom hardly. Angie just liked me. Stupid Josh! And his dad! I hoped his wife found out what he was doing, that would fix him. The world didn't revolve around my mom all the time either. It wasn't my fault I was stuck here all alone all the time and listening to her have sex every night. 

Yeah, she liked Josh's dad a lot, I figured. He was nice and handsome and everything. He'd always treated me nice, until he'd lied to me. That's what it was, like he was my friend and then ten minutes later he was screwin' my mom. What a backstabber! He didn't respect me or anything. People have to respect their friends, everybody knows that. Mom had told me that like a zillion times, but she didn't respect me. And Josh just wanted to have sex with me? Yeah, he didn't respect me either! 

The only one who respected me was Angie. Everybody else was a liar!

"Hello?" Mrs. Evans answered the phone and I was more scared than I'd ever been in my life. "Hello?" she asked again and I almost hung up. I felt like I was going to puke.

"Hi," I said softly.

"Who's this?"

"Um…Mrs. Evans?"

"Sam? Is that you? Josh is outside with his dad. Hold on a…"

"No. I, um…"

"What's wrong?"

"Josh's dad was, uh…" I licked my lips, "…I mean, Mr. Evans was…"

"What is it, Sam?" and she had real concern in her voice, I realized. She was worried about me.

"Nothing." I swallowed hard and hung up the phone.

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"You didn't tell her?" Angie asked me.

"No," I said with a shake of my head. 

We were sitting in her living room, that's where Angie had been when I'd knocked on her door. She was watching television and taking off the pink toenail polish she had on so she could paint them red like her fingernails. I didn't know why she couldn't just paint over them, but I didn't know anything about that stuff anyway.

"I couldn't do it," I continued. "I didn't want to hurt her like that."

"Not her fault," Angie nodded, looking back down at her foot.

"Yeah." I was sitting sideways on the couch. We both were, so I was facing Angie as she faced me.

She wore a pair of cut-off shorts and a pink halter top, the ribbed kind, and it really showed off her tummy and especially her boobs. Angie had pulled her golden hair back into a ponytail too and I thought she was really pretty like that. Especially doing her toenails. I kinda liked her feet. They were small and cute and I don't know. They were sexy, kinda. I just liked her.

"Is your mom mad at you?"

"Probably," I shrugged. "I don't care. Monica's just my mom when she feels like it anyway."

"It must be kinda weird," Angie glanced up at me. "Having like some strange guy come to your house?"

"A bunch of guys," I snorted. "God. Ever since I can remember. Sometimes there'd be like one guy that Mom would like and he'd sorta move in for awhile. They were always my uncles, until I got old enough to know they weren't."

"Uncles?" Angie giggled and I smiled, even though it wasn't really funny. She wasn't laughing at me though, I knew that.

"Yeah. Pretty stupid, huh?"

"It's just weird," Angie said. "My dad's a minister."

"Really?"

"Yep! Fire and brimstone," Angie smacked her lips. "So he hates me. Mom too. She took me to a doctor."

"For what?"

"For my problem," she grinned at me. "But guess what? There's no pill for being a lesbian!"

"God!" I giggled and Angie just shrugged.

"The weird thing is that they were really happy for awhile," she said. "Until I was seventeen, they were really proud because I didn't have a boyfriend. I couldn't believe how dumb they were."

"How did they find out?"

"I had a journal," Angie shrugged. "Like a diary, except I called it a journal. Anyway, my mom found it and started reading it."

"What did it say?" 

"Everything!" Angie giggled. "Like…Just everything, you know? I probably could have lied about it, some of it; they would have wanted to believe me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. They were in complete denial," she nodded. "But I didn't want to lie and everybody else knew anyway. I told you that before, about the kids at school?"

"I remember," I said. "Did they freak out?"

"Pretty much," Angie sat up straight and her toes were clean now. "It could have been worse."

"How?"

"I could have been a pregnant lesbian!" Angie laughed. "But no. Being a virgin didn't really matter after I told them I was gay."

"I guess not," I giggled. "They didn't kick you out or anything though, right?"

"Nope," Angie picked up her red toenail polish and started shaking it. "They just prayed for me a lot and took me to the doctor."

"Yeah. That's weird."

"I had to pray to Jesus to make me stop liking girls," Angie told me seriously. "As if He would even care."

"His girlfriend was a stripper," I giggled. "That's what my mom says anyway."

"Heh! See? At least your mom's cool about it," Angie laughed too. "She asked me."

"She asked you…What? If you're a lesbian?"

"Yeah," Angie grinned at me. "I told her I am and she didn't say anything else about it."

"She didn't ask about me?"

"Uh-uh," she shook her head and opened her little bottle of nail polish. "Just asked how come I like you and stuff."

"Yeah," I nodded and Angie had already told me about that. "That's the good thing about my mom, I guess. She thinks sex is normal."

"It is!" Angie laughed at me and I rolled my eyes.

"You know what I mean. She told me the other day that Josh should be my boyfriend."

"Oh yeah?" Angie didn't look up and she was painting her toenails carefully.

"She probably just wants me to have sex with him," I sighed.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Cause she's having sex with his dad maybe."

"Maybe she wants to cure you," Angie giggled.

"God!" I laughed. "Maybe. She never got on me about looking like a boy, but she gets me birth control shots."

"She does?"

"Oh yeah," I nodded. "And then tells me not to do anything."

"That's weird."

"I think she just doesn't want to admit it," I said. "Like she has to say that because she's my mom, but inside she just wants me to try it. She's like a card carrying Liberal, except she doesn't go to the meetings."

"God!" Angie giggled. "My parents are totally the opposite. Sex is a sin for them. I don't know how they ever had kids."

"They'd hate my mom!"

"So she wants you to screw that friend of yours?" Angie looked up at me. "While she screws his dad?"

"Yeah! That would be like perfect! We could have sex like at the same time, her bedroom and mine."

"Heh!"

"She'd probably want us to switch afterwards!" I was laughing too. "Josh and his dad could just switch and then we'd be all happy together."

"Like the Brady Bunch!"

"Yeah! Mom could marry him and I could marry Josh and then we'd live together…"

"You could be a stripper too!" Angie giggled and we were just being silly.

"And get a boob job," I agreed. "That would be so sick!"

"Good thing the guy's married."

"My mom wouldn't like him if he wasn't," I said. "She doesn't date single guys."

"Why?"

"I dunno," I sighed. "She has sex with them, but she won't like see one. You know?"

"She should just find a rich single guy and get married or something," Angie said. "It can't be that hard to find one."

"Not for her, right?" I asked, kinda half-joking. 

"I dunno," Angie looked at me. "I'm queer, remember?"

"You don't think my mom's hot?"

"I don't care," Angie told me seriously and I was looking in her eyes when she said it. "I like you."

"Yeah?" I sucked my lip nervously. "Why?"

"Why do I like you?"

"Yeah."

"Because of what you're doing right now." Angie had stopped painting her toes and she just sat there looking at me.

"What am I doing?" I wondered, because I really didn't know.

"Making me feel good inside," Angie said and then her face turned pink and she looked down. "I don't know why."

"Okay," I said softly and that was what I would have said too, if she'd asked me.

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