Chapter 8

I lay on my side with my head propped up on my hand and watched Beth sleep. It wasn’t long before her eyelids fluttered, and she yawned and stretched her arms over her head. I greeted her with a smile, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning, Steve. Thanks for last night. I didn’t want to go home and cry in my room alone. You made me feel like someone cared ... as if someone loved me.”

Beth put her arms around me and kissed me. I put my arms around her and pulled her on top of me. We stopped kissing, and Beth smiled down at me. Her hair was messy, her mascara ran, and there may even be a little drool on her chin. I thought she was beautiful.

“So what do you say, Steve? Do you want to help me decide if I’m still a lesbian?” Beth reached down and wiggled around and somehow got her panties off.

I tried to get up, “Let me get a condom.”

Beth held me down, “It’s okay, Steve. After telling my Mom I might have sex with a boy, she took me to the doctor. The doctor gave me a shot for birth control.”

“So you really were planning to be with me again?”

With a quick kiss and a smile, Beth answered my question. “Without a doubt.”

“Even after I told you I loved you and complicated your life?”

“Especially after you told me you loved me. I know this may be a little premature, but I think I love you too.”

Beth didn’t waste any time with preliminaries. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it on her pussy as she moved on top of me and adjusted herself to find a comfortable position when she inserted my cock. When Beth found the position she liked, she settled down on my cock with a sigh. She leaned forward and kissed me as she moved her hips back and forth and up and down and experimented with different movements. She finally settled on bending forward and holding herself up with her arms straight, staring into my eyes with a half-smile on her face.

I reached around Beth’s back and undid her bra.

Beth sat up straight and let her bra slide down her arms as she teased me. “Oh, you bad boy, taking advantage of little ole me.” Considering she was on top and rocking on my cock I found her sense of humor quite absurd. But I certainly could make the minor adjustment I needed to get used to it.

She leaned forward and again held herself up with her arms, “I can’t believe it, Steve, this is even better than last time.”

I played with her breasts and pinched her nipples as I lay under this goddess. I nearly screamed as I shot my load, “I love you, Beth Stewart.”

Beth started to rock on my cock erratically, “Oh God, Steve, I felt that. You are going to make me cum. I love you, Steve. I truly do love you.”

We lay next to each other, holding hands and smiling. I could not help but tease, “I guess we better not tell Emily about this?”

Beth laughed, “Fuck, Emily. I’m done with her bullshit. Besides, I think I just might like boys better. Now kiss me and let me up so I can go pee.”

After taking turns using the facilities and getting dressed, Beth took out her cell phone as we headed downstairs. She surprised me at how unconcerned she sounded when she called her mother, “Hey Mom, I stayed over at Steve’s. Can you come get me? Okay, see ya.”

“I can take you home.” I offered.

“It’s okay, Steve. Mom always picks me up at Emily’s. I wanted to tell her where I was before she left and went to Emily’s. I didn’t want her to worry when she found out I wasn’t there. Don’t worry, I told her all about us.

“Everything.” Now I was worried.

Beth’s assurances were not that convincing, “Yes, everything. It will be fine. I won’t let her castrate you.”

“Thanks. I’m going to hold you to that.” I was finding that Beth sometimes had a macabre sense of humor.

My mother was in the living room, and Beth greeted her like this happened every day, “Hi, Mrs. Cramer. Thanks for letting me crash here last night.”

Mom lifting an eyebrow was the only sign that showed her surprise when she saw Beth coming down the stairs with me on that Sunday morning.

“Good morning, Beth. Friends of Steven’s are always welcome here. It also gives me a chance to thank the girl who saved my son from getting robbed and beat up by three thugs in a parking garage.”

“Oh, he told you about that,” Beth replied.

Mom exaggerated just a bit, “Yes, he did — only about a dozen times. I’m not sure which version to believe. So what do you kids say, pancakes for breakfast, okay?”

“Yeah, Mom, that would be great.”

Mom headed for the kitchen, “The coffee is ready, and juice is in the fridge. Help yourself. I will get started on the pancakes. It won’t take long.”

We were right in the middle of devouring Mom’s blueberry pancakes when the doorbell rang. Mom got up to answer the door. I heard Mom say. “Come in and have a cup of coffee with us. Steven and Beth are in the kitchen having breakfast.”

Ms. Stewart and my Mom came into the kitchen. Ms. Stewart looked right at me and gave me a big smile as she greeted us, “Well, good morning, Steven. Good morning, Beth.”

Beth answered as if this was an everyday occurrence. “Good morning, Mom.”

All I could do was nod and hope for the best.

My Mom started to apologize. “I’m sorry. I would have called you, but I didn’t know Beth was here until this morning.”

Ms. Stewart waved her hand to dismiss my mother’s concern, “Not to worry. Beth’s a big girl, and I’m not concerned that my daughter is spending time with Steve.”

My Mom invited Ms. Stewart to sit and got her a cup of coffee. Beth and I finished our breakfasts and listened to them chat for a few minutes before I got up, gathered my dishes along with Beth’s, and put them in the dishwasher. My mother and Ms. Stewart were deep into a conversation about vegetarian vs. vegan. I motioned to Beth to follow me. We left the kitchen and went to the living room to watch the Sunday Morning show. Every once in a while, we could hear laughter coming from the kitchen.

About an hour later, Ms. Stewart told Beth it was time to go.

As I was saying goodbye to Beth, I heard Ms. Stewart talking to my Mom, “So next Friday at eight o’clock. I’ll pick you up.”

Then they were gone, and I felt very lonely for some reason.

Monday morning finally came, and I was anxious to see Beth again. I picked up Greg, and he got in the front seat. I just looked at him. He knew what I wanted to know.

Greg gave me the latest news, “Emily called me on Sunday and was all apologies, and it all sounded like bullshit to me. I broke up with her. Man, Beth is a sweet kid. How could Emily treat her like that when Beth is in love with her?”

Greg looked a little confused when I stopped in front of Beth’s house. I just smiled. “Sorry, man, you’re in the back seat again.

Greg saw Beth coming down her walk, got out of my car, and held the door open for her. She greeted Greg, popped into the front seat, and kissed me. Greg got in the back. “Oh man, is what’s happening what I think is happening.”