" ... but don't you think he's too young for that?" Mom asked and I held my breath waiting for his answer.
"He's going to be thirteen," Dad said. "That's old enough, believe me."
"I don't know," she sighed. "It's a lot of money and..."
"When I was Josh's age, I wanted one more than anything else in the world," he cut her off. "My parents couldn't afford it, but we can. It'll be good for him, you'll see."
"I hope so, John," she agreed reluctantly.
They were quiet for a few minutes, or perhaps talking too softly for me to hear through the wall in my closet. I could barely sit still anyway as I realized they were really going to get me a girl. I couldn't believe Dad had talked Mom into the idea and part of me felt afraid that they'd change their minds. Something would happen and I wouldn't get a girl at all. I'd have to settle for something else, something I didn't really want. I hated waiting.
"Are we going to tell him?" Mom asked. "I mean, let Josh pick the one he wants?"
"No," Dad said. "I want to surprise him. I'll take the afternoon off tomorrow and we can pick one out. Okay?"
"Hmph," she snorted. "Just make sure it's for Josh and not you."
"Me?" He laughed softly. "You don't have to worry, Trish. I've already got the one I want."
"Oh! Hey!" Mom giggled suddenly. I heard their bed squeaking and I knew what they were doing. I didn't need to listen anymore.
"Hey! There he is!" Dad smiled at me as I walked into the kitchen. "Happy birthday, champ!"
"Hi Dad." I smiled and rubbed my eyes.
"Happy birthday, Josh." Mom was right there to give me a hug and kiss my tousled brown hair.
"Thanks Mom," I said, hugging her back.
I looked around and everything looked pretty normal. My breakfast sat on the table waiting for me. Dad held the morning paper, opened to the sports page. Mom had been fixing her morning coffee and she sat down with it.
"What's the matter?" she wondered. "Sit down and eat your breakfast."
"Yeah," I said, but I didn't see my birthday present and it should have been there.
Every birthday since I could remember, my present had been waiting for me as soon as I'd woken up. I wanted to ask about it, but I wasn't sure if I'd like the answer or not. What if they'd changed their minds? What if it turned out that girls cost too much and Dad couldn't afford one? What if they got me something else, like a new bike sitting in the garage or something?
I felt my stomach churn nervously and tried to think positive. Maybe my present hadn't arrived yet. It wasn't like you could just go to the store and buy one, you know. They came by special delivery and the FedEx truck didn't come around at six in the morning, did it? Of course not. My present wouldn't get her until after lunch probably and that made me feel a little better.
"Well, what do you know," Dad said. "They finally put Pete Rose in the Hall of Fame."
"Who?" I asked, reaching for the milk.
"Old baseball player," he explained. "He died about a hundred years ago."
"That's a long time," I said as I poured milk on my Wheaties. "Was he any good?"
"Pretty good, I guess." My dad shrugged and then grinned at me. "Not as good as you though."
"Yeah right!" I grinned back at him.
"That reminds me," Mom said. "When you come home from practice, your uniform goes in the hamper, not on the floor."
"I know," I sighed.
"You're thirteen now," she said and I rolled my eyes.
"You're not gonna like say that all the time now ... Are you?"
"I just might," Mom told me. "Eat your breakfast. You've got school in twenty minutes."
"Awww..." I made a face. "It's my birthday! Do I have to go to school?"
"I'm afraid so, buddy," Dad answered with a glance at his watch. "Just like I have to go to work."
"But you didn't make me go before," I reminded him. They'd always let me stay home on my birthdays.
"Welcome to the big leagues," he said with a smile, but I didn't get it.
I could barely sit still in school and the clock seemed to be running backwards.
"Mom! I'm ho ... oh!" I blinked at the girl standing in the living room.
"Josh?" She smiled at me. "Happy birthday."
I didn't mean to stare, but I couldn't help it and she didn't seem to mind anyway. The girl looked about full grown, like seventeen or even eighteen maybe, with her long legs and large breasts. She wore clothes and everything, but just a short skirt and kind of a stretchy sweater. I could tell she had an awesome body and it went well with her beautiful face. The girls in the commercials were always gorgeous, but I thought this one looked even better. She had hair so blonde it might have been white and blue eyes and a nice smile.
She even had a red bow attached to a wide, red sash that she wore over her shoulder like a beauty queen.
"I'm Tiffany," she said, pursing her lips and tilting her head so that her hair fell across her eyes. "Do you want to unwrap me?"
"Y-Yeah," I said with a hard swallow. "I mean ... Hi, uh ... Tiffany."
"Hi!" She laughed lightly and I felt my cheeks redden. "You're cute, Josh. I think we're going to be friends."
"Me too," I agreed, turning clumsily as I remembered to close the door behind me. I almost tripped over my own feet.
"You don't have to be nervous." Tiffany pulled her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. It shimmered like silk, long and straight and very fine.
"I'm not," I said. "I'm just, um ... Where's my mom anyway?"
"Trish is picking up your birthday cake."
"What do you want to do?"
"I'm supposed to go to baseball practice," I said, glancing at the clock above the fireplace.
"I love baseball," Tiffany said with a smile. "What position do you play?"
"Really?" I smiled too. "Second base mostly, or else shortstop sometimes."
"Can I watch you practice?"
"You wanna watch us practice?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"I want to watch you practice." She nodded. "Why? Is that strange?"
"Kinda," I said. "Maybe. I never heard of a girl who likes baseball."
"I can come to the games though. Right?"
"Yeah. That's cool."
"Okay." Tiffany smiled again. "Do you want to eat something before you go? Trish made a sandwich for you."
"I guess so, but..." I gave her a lop-sided grin. "I might skip practice today."
"Oh!" She giggled. "That's a good reason. Should we go in the kitchen?"
"Yeah, um..." I shrugged and when Tiffany turned around I got to see her butt, kind of. Or at least her skirt moving from side to side as I followed her.
I sat on a stool at the breakfast counter while she opened the refrigerator and found the plate Mom had left for me. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, some potato chips, and a couple chocolate chip cookies. She always wanted me to eat before I went to baseball practice, but I wasn't feeling very hungry as Tiffany stood on the other side of the counter and leaned on her elbows. She had her hands under her chin and sort of wiggled her hips as she bent over and watched me. Tiffany's eyes were ice blue.
"Do something," I told her, picking at my potato chips.
"Like ... I dunno." I shrugged.
"Roll over? Play dead?" Tiffany raised her eyebrows. "I'm not a dog, Josh. I don't do tricks."
"I know," I said with a frown. "I didn't mean it like that."
"What did you mean then?"
"Forget it," I sighed. "Sorry."
"It's okay. We have to get used to each other, that's all."
"Do you get mad and everything?"
"Angry? Mmmm ... Not really."
"Oh." I nodded. "What's that mean?"
"I won't ever be angry with you," she told me. "That's what you're asking. Right?"
"Maybe," I said, but I wasn't exactly sure what we were talking about. "Do you want half my sandwich?"
We ate silently for a few minutes while I tried to think of something to say. I'd been so excited earlier, all week long in fact, but now that I had her...
"You're really beautiful," I said, watching Tiffany's tongue lick the corner of her mouth to get some grape jelly that had stuck there.
"Thank you!" She smiled happily. "I'm glad you like me."
"Me too. I mean, uh..." I laughed. "I like you a lot."
"Trish will be home soon."
"What?" I looked at the kitchen clock. "Yeah. Hey, uh ... Tiffany?"
"Do you have like ... sex and everything?"
"Ummmm..." She seemed to think about that for a second. "I don't understand."
"Can you have sex?" I asked, clearing my throat and feeling my whole body blushing.
"Of course!" she said with a smile. "I'm not that much different from any other girl."
"Do you want to have sex?" Tiffany asked. "With me?"
"Uh ... Yeah," I replied. "I think so. Yeah."
"Right here? Right now?" She giggled and looked around the kitchen. "We might get caught."
"Can I just look at you first?"
"You are looking at me."
"No, um ... Pull up your sweater," I told her and she removed the red ribbon and bow first, putting it on the counter.
"I'm not wearing a bra, you know." Tiffany pursed her lips and peeled her sweater upward, rolling it inside-out.
.... There is more of this story ...