"Yeah mom?" I was passing through the living room on my way to the kitchen for a little water before bed.
" ... Is your father taking you to work tomorrow?" Mom asked me, reaching for my hand and pulling me just a little closer.
"Yeah, I guess so." I shrugged, the way sixteen year old girls do. "That Father-Daughter Day thing. Why?"
"Sit down for a minute. I want to talk to you."
"Uh, sure mom." I pulled some long black hair out of my eyes and sat down next to her on the sofa.
"You're getting so grown up now." She smiled and her soft brown eyes were twins of mine. My mom is so pretty and I got lucky taking after her the way I do.
"Are you going to get me a car?" I smiled, only half teasing because I really wanted one. I'd just gotten my license a month before.
"Well, you know..." My mom sounded like just maybe I would. " ... It all depends."
"You know your father's up for a big promotion at work, right?" My mom looked serious and I was a little lost already.
"Yeah, he said he probably wasn't gonna get it though." I said. My dad worked for an insurance company.
"Maybe not." My mom sighed. "They'll probably give it to a white man, but..."
"But what?" I didn't really believe they'd give a promotion to a guy for being white, that was silly, but I knew my mom did. She was a little prejudiced about some stuff.
" ... But I was thinking that sometimes all a man like your father needs is a little bird whispering in the right ear." My mom smiled, like I'd understand that.
"A little bird?" I giggled.
"A little black bird, Kylie." My mom said.
"Uhhh ... Okay." I shrugged.
"Do you remember the company picnic last summer, on the Fourth of July?"
"Yeah." I nodded and I was trying to figure out how all of this stuff was connected, cause it was making no sense.
"Do you remember your father's boss, Mr. Cummings?" Mom asked me, and she knew I would because that guy had been staring at me all afternoon, and I'd told my mom about it on the drive back home.
"Yeah, the old white guy who was watching me play volleyball." I rolled my eyes and mom nodded.
"He's not that old, but yeah, that's the one. He's the man who's going to decide if your father gets the promotion or not." Mom told me.
"That guy?" I wrinkled my nose.
"Mr. Cummings, that's right." Mom said. "Now, just maybe if you were to see him tomorrow, you might be able to help your father get that promotion."
"I could?" My eyes got a little bigger as I looked at her.
"Uh-huh, and if you do, I'll make sure you get that car you want." Mom promised me.
"Really?" I gasped and then laughed and then hugged her. "Awww cool, mom! Thanks!"
"Oh oh oh ... It's not your car yet. Now listen to me." Mom pushed me back gently. "It all depends on your father getting the promotion, see? So you have to be very convincing when you talk to Mr. Cummings."
"But..." I frowned. " ... What am I supposed to say? I don't know anything about insurance or any of that stuff."
"I know, I know." Mom smiled. "You don't have to. You're a young woman, Kylie, a very beautiful young woman that Mr. Cummings finds very attractive."
"He does?" I blinked at that and I guess I understood that part alright. A lot of guys checked me out, but I ignored the old guys mostly, and Mr. Cummings had just made me uncomfortable at that picnic.
"I know he does." Mom nodded. "And that gives you some power, do you understand?"
"No." I shook my head.
"You remember when we talked about boys and sex and..."
"Mom." I laughed. "I'm up on all that."
"You're being careful, right?" Mom suddenly turned back into mom and that was easy to do when it came to my non-existent love life.
"Yeah, mom I'm still a virgin and everything." I teased her, but I shouldn't have because mom gave me a hard look and I looked down. "I'm not doing anything with anybody."
"Okay, I know." Mom softened again. "But tomorrow..."
" ... Tomorrow I want you to use what you have."
"What's that mean?" I narrowed my eyes.
"I mean there's a time and place to be a beautiful, attractive woman." Mom said. "I want you to make good friends with Mr. Cummings, very good friends."
"Kylie, what I'm telling you is that it's okay to let him ... Touch you, if he wants to." Mom licked her lips and she was almost whispering, like she was telling me a secret. "If he wants to kiss you..."
"You want me to let him kiss me?" I stared at her in shock. This was the same woman who wouldn't let me hold hands with a boy from school?
" ... You let him kiss you. You let Mr. Cummings do whatever he wants, Kylie." Mom nodded.
I swallowed hard and stared at her, feeling my stomach doing flip-flops, but I had no idea what I was feeling emotionally.
"While he's doing that, while Mr. Cummings is making friends with you, just remember to tell him how much your father deserves that promotion."
"But what..." I cleared my throat. "But mom what if he wants to touch me ... down there?"
"He will." My mom smiled. "He'll want to touch you down there more than anything, believe me."
"But you have to say no." Mom actually giggled. "You tell him that he doesn't get to touch you there until you know your father got the promotion, see?"
"What if he wants to..." I swallowed hard.
"Have sex?" My mom asked and I nodded slowly. "You have to say no. Let him kiss you and touch you, but don't give him your virginity, okay?"
"Won't he be mad?" I asked.
"No, Kylie, he won't be mad." Mom said. "Not if you do ... Other things."
"Other things?" I didn't know what that meant.
"There are a lot of ways to take a man's mind off what's between your legs, Kylie."
"Ummm..." I shrugged and smiled and I was lost. This was my mom, she couldn't mean what I thought she meant. Could she?
"I'm sure Mr. Cummings will be happy to show you." Mom said with a smile. "Just keep your panties on."
"What if he..."
"He's going to understand perfectly, believe me. You're a woman now, Kylie, this is what a woman does and men know it."
"Won't daddy be mad?" I blinked as I had that unwelcome thought all of a sudden.
"We can't tell him about this, okay?" Mom took me by the shoulders. "This is the most important part and don't you ever forget it, the things we do for the men we love are secrets that can never be shared."
"Okay." I swallowed hard.
"I'm serious. I've done a lot of things for your father, and your grandfather when I was your age, and they can't ever know about it."
"I understand." I said, but not totally.
"Your father is a good man, he has a lot of pride and we're not going to hurt him, right?"
"Right." I drew a deep breath.
"You just get some time alone tomorrow with Mr. Cummings. You have some fun and make him like you, and get your father that promotion, okay?" Mom smiled. "He's not a bad looking man anyway, is he?"
"Mr. Cummings?" I shrugged. "He's white and kinda old."
"He's white and older than you..." Mom laughed in agreement. " ... But white guys can be nice, believe me. Mr. Cummings will be nice to you tomorrow and who knows, maybe you'll even like him."
"Maybe." I said, but my tone was full of doubt and how would mom know about white guys anyway, unless ... No way!
"So, you know rules right?" Mom asked.
"Number one, your father never finds out." Mom nodded. "And two, you keep your virginity, that's important."
"Okay." I nodded and I knew there was no way I was going to lose my virginity to an old white guy!
"Anything else is okay." Mom sighed. "You're not a little girl anymore, Kylie. You're a woman and tomorrow you get to prove it."
"And then I get a car." I grinned at my mom and she laughed.
"Yeah, I said you would and you know..."
"You always keep your word." I hugged her. "I love you, mommy."
"I love you too, baby. Go to bed now and don't forget to brush your teeth." She kissed my cheek and let me go.
I had strange dreams that night, like sexy dreams sort of, except the man in my dreams was a white man and he was kissing me all over. It felt really good though and I was still dreaming of him when my alarm went off. I wanted to go back to sleep and just kiss him for five more minutes, but I knew I had to get up. I was going to get a car!
I was pretty much grown by the time I was sixteen, which was weird but really nice too. I just hoped I didn't grow too much more, except maybe two or three inches taller. I'm five foot eight and I wanted to be a model, but that's too short. I'm perfect every other way though and when I started tenth grade that September a lot of the other kids noticed, especially my boobs. They'd appeared like magic, or so it seemed. One day I had little speed bumps, the next ... Poof! I had like the roundest firmest 34C breasts any sixteen year old girl could want. People asked me if they were real, and they still do, that's how nice they are.
My hips never got very wide though, but I'm thin anyway, or lean I should say, and kind of athletic without trying to be. I have a flat tummy and narrow waist, a nice round pert butt that does magic tricks, like makes men forget they're married, even though their wives are right next to them. I swear, some guys follow me around the mall for hours without seeing my face. It's almost embarrassing.
.... There is more of this story ...