When I got inside Mom was stirring around in the kitchen.
“Are you hungry?" she asked.
“I’ll be back in a sec!” was yelled in response whilst running up the stairs towards my room. My jeans were still pitching a sizeable tent in the front. How even more embarrassing that would be if she saw my predicament! She knew that I had never had a girlfriend. And her philosophy was that one day the perfect girl would find me. I love her optimism but it’s been almost 18 years!
Maybe If I could just lose my virginity to just one girl. The life of a loser would be a thing of the past! I wanted to tell Dale what happened but as soon as I grabbed the phone; something stopped me. My intuition, which was right 98% of the time. I needed to see where this was going. Maybe she liked me or something.
When Mom went to bed, I took the sandwich from the refrigerator and a coke. She always made a one of these for me even if I wasn’t hungry. After gathering my thoughts, a cold shower helped to ease away the tension. And finally, to bed I went.
The morning came rather rudely with some blinding sunlight; poking at me through some worn-out blinds. I washed my face and brushed with some extra minty toothpaste. I had been kissing Ms. Taylor in a very vivid dream during the night! There is nothing wrong with being prepared. I put on a Polo shirt and some jeans.
I ate the scrambled eggs, bacon and toast Mom had left on the counter for me. She had to get up extra early to work both jobs. It was very difficult for us after Dad had died. The mortgage still had to be paid along with some past due medical bills. If I were to leave and go off to college she would be devastated! The local University is only 20 minutes away. If things go as planned I could stay at home and just drive to school.
That way, she wouldn’t have to be alone and besides I’m all she’s got. My walk to school has always been the same. You get chased by the same dogs by the same houses every year. As I evaded the dogs a familiar sound subdued my attention. It was sound of that motorcycle again slowly creeping up behind me. As I turned and looked she slowed and rode up beside me. She had on a figure clinging pants suit and heels.
“Good Morning!” she said. I just smiled and stared at the ground shamefully. I told her that I was sorry for what happened yesterday. “You don’t have to explain anything,” she said. “Do you need a ride to school?” I didn’t expect those words to come out of her mouth!
“Sure!” I hopped on the back and held on for dear life. She felt incredible and once again I was rock hard from the body contact. She enjoyed me holding her so tightly……I could sense it! She dropped me off near the old gym. It was probably a good idea because it wouldn’t be swarming with other students or faculty during the morning hours.
Ms. Taylor didn’t want any potential gossip or rumors started up about her and some student. “I’ll see you later in P.E. class!” My mind was spinning in circles and unbridled confusion; ended all logical thought processing! What is happening to me? But more importantly, why me? Perhaps she enjoyed toying with and torturing an almost 18-year-old virgin. Maybe I should just sit back and enjoy this ride.