Chapter 7

Monday when I got home from school all I wanted to do was call Mary. I just had to wait until after dinner to do it. Those few hours seemed to drag on for days and days. When Sara had finally put away the last of the clean dishes and I had washed the counters, I got my chance.

The phone rang once before someone picked up the phone at Mary’s.

“Hello!” Mary answered.

“Mary!”

“Hey Sam!” Mary giggled. “I have been waiting by the phone for almost an hour.”

“I would have called sooner but I had to help clean up after dinner.”

“I know, I was just excited. So, how was your Homecoming?”

I told Mary everything. Every single detail I could remember I told her. What the dresses looked like, where we went to eat. The dancing, how I had no idea what I was doing until Laura taught me how to dance. The after party. Liz. All of it. I even told her that I gave Laura a friendly kiss goodnight when she dropped me off.

When it was Mary’s turn to tell me about her night my mom yelled that my time was up for the night and to say goodbye. Unless I wanted to pay the phone bill, which I didn’t.

Mary promised to tell me all about her night next time she called on Friday.

We said our goodbyes and I hung up feeling like a million dollars. I was a little worried Mary was going to be upset about me kissing Laura, but she wasn’t. All in all, the phone call was great, and I felt so much better just hearing Mary’s voice.

The next week was boring. My coffee dates with Mom weren’t boring, not at all, but we kept our hands to ourselves as we watched each other masturbate. I would never get tired of watching Mom come, and from the way her eyes homed in on my cock as I stroked myself to release, she wasn’t getting tired of it either.

The noises she made as she fingered and toyed with her pussy and nipples were always so mesmerizing. The way her body would tremble as she approached her peak. Her tits would shake, and her nipples would grow so hard that I couldn’t believe they didn’t hurt. I just wanted to suck on them in those moments and cup her breasts in my hands as my fingers dug into the soft, pliable flesh, but I didn’t.

Sara was spending less and less time around me and more around her boyfriend. It sucked, but when I asked her about it, she told me it was just like how I spent the summer with Mary at my side, or in my lap, or even bent over in front of me all the time. Sara couldn’t do that with Scott. I understood it when she explained to me that way.

Laura talked to me in the halls between classes at school, and twice gave me a ride home when Sara was out doing whatever she did with Scott. I liked being around Laura. A lot. She was easy to talk to and the way we would just start laughing at nothing until our cheeks and stomachs hurt was fun. She always asked about Mary, interested in everything I said about my girlfriend. She did ask me if it was hard to date somebody over the phone. I told her it wasn’t easy, especially with how expensive long-distance calls could be.

I explained to her how Mary had stood me up the week before Homecoming. I told her the reason and Laura understood immediately and nodded, agreeing the reasoning was a good one and understandable.

Laura was turning out to be my best friend. It was strange. A high school senior, a girl, my sister’s friend, who was hot, was my best friend but it felt good.

After I cleaned up the dishes from dinner on Friday, I went up to my room to mess around on the computer. Sara was once again out on a date with Scott while Mom and Dad were going to watch a movie, some romantic drama movie she liked, and I had seen several times before. I had no interest in watching it again.

“Sam, phone!” I heard Mom yell from downstairs.

“Coming!” I yelled back.

I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand, it was almost eight o’clock. Mary! I raced down the stairs two at a time and skidded to a halt in front of Mom who was holding out the phone for me smirking. I blushed and took it without a word.