Chapter 5

My throat tightened as I sat down and looked at Mom and Dad. They were both smiling and talking to Jen's parents about their work. Jen sat next to me and we shared a nervous glance.

"We're having beef tips on noodles," Mrs. Harris said as she picked up a dish and passed it to my dad. "I hope you like it, Cindy."

I nodded and waited for the bowl of noodles to be passed to me. After placing some of the noodles on my plate, I passed it to Jen. We all filled our plates and began to eat. My mom and Mrs. Harris talked about recipes while Dad and Mr. Harris talked about golf. Jen and I sat quietly, listening to them.

Jen pressed her leg against mine and moved it, rubbing me gently. I glanced at her and we shared a brief smile. I was scared to death and could hardly eat. My mind was filled with different scenarios as I wondered what our parents wanted to talk to Jen and me about. As I pushed my food around my plate, Jen's mom smiled at me.

"Don't you like the food, Cindy?" Mrs. Harris asked me.

"It's good, I guess I'm not really hungry," I told her.

"You should eat, Cindy," Mom said.

I nodded and took a bite of my food. I was still feeling scared and wondered if Jen felt the same way.

"We're having a party next Saturday," Mrs. Harris said. "I hope you and your family will join us, Cindy."

I felt Mom and Dad already knew about the party, but I looked at Mrs. Harris and replied, "I'll be here for sure, thanks for inviting us."

"We'll all be here," Mom said, smiling at me.

Once we finished eating, Dad and Mr. Harris went to the family room to have their coffee. Mom and Mrs. Harris got up and began clearing the table. Jen and I helped, carrying the dishes from the dinning room to the kitchen. Mom and Mrs. Harris began rinsing the dishes and putting the food away while Jen and I watched.

"Do you want Cindy and me to do that, Mom?" Jen asked.

"We've got it, Honey, why don't you and Cindy sit at the counter. We'll be finished in a jiffy," Mrs. Harris said.

Jen and I sat on stools at the counter and watched our moms working at the sink. I felt Jen's hand on my knee and glanced at her when she squeezed me. She mouthed, "I love you," and then winked. Jen slid her hand up my leg and I shuddered at her soft touch.

When she licked her lips and moved her hand higher on my thigh, I automatically opened my legs for Jen. Her hand bumped my crotch and then she removed it and grinned at me.

"Okay, we're finished," Mrs. Harris said as she dried her hands on a small towel. She turned to Mom and asked, "Would you like a cup of tea or a glass of wine, Kim?"

"A glass of wine would be great, Carol, thanks," Mom replied.

Mrs. Harris went to the kitchen door and looked into the family room. "Nick, would you pour a glass of wine for Kim and me please."

Mr. Harris came into the kitchen, took a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and removed the cork. He poured the white wine into two glasses and pushed the cork back into the bottle, leaving about half of it exposed.

"Thank you, Honey. You know how I hate to remove the corks from the wine bottles, I always seem to break a nail." Mrs. Harris handed one of the glasses of wine to Mom and sat down across from Jen. My mom sat opposite me and sipped from her glass.

After Mr. Harris left, Mrs. Harris got up and closed the kitchen door. She returned to her seat and took a drink of wine.

"Jen, Cindy, I came downstairs earlier and-well, I saw you two," Mrs. Harris said.

Jen and I looked at each other and then buried our faces in our hands.

"I called Carol and invited her and Bob to dinner so we could talk about what I saw," Mrs. Harris said.

"Mom, we were just..." Jen began to say, but her mom interrupted her.

"I know what you were doing, Jenny, I watched you for a few moments. At first, I was really upset, but after talking with Carol, I calmed down. Look, girls, Carol and I just want to know how serious it is, that's all," Mrs. Harris said.

Mom reached across the counter, put her hand on my arm and rubbed it. "We're not mad at you two, at least I'm not. Kim and I just want to make sure you two don't get hurt, that's all."

"Does Dad know?" I asked.

"Yes, your father and Mr. Harris both know," Mom replied. "The four of us had a chance to talk before you girls came up for dinner."

"Oh my God, does daddy hate me?" Jen asked. "Are we going to have to move again?"

Mrs. Harris chuckled and shook her head. "No, your father doesn't hate you and we're not going to move, not again."

"What did daddy say, Mom?" Jen asked, tears running from the corners of her eyes.

"He said you should do what you feel is right, Honey. Your father and I love you and just want you to be happy. If this is what you and Cindy want, we're behind you," Mrs. Harris said. "What do you guys want to do?"

"I really don't know, Mrs. Harris," I said taking Jen's hand in mine. "The only thing I'm really sure of is how I feel about Jen-I love her."

"I love Cindy too," Jen said and squeezed my hand.

Both Mom and Mrs. Harris smiled at Jen and me. They glanced at one another, took a sip of wine and chuckled.

"Are you girls going to try to hide your relationship from your friends at school?" Mom looked into my eyes as she asked her question.

I looked at Jen and then at our moms. "I don't know, we're really not too sure what to do. I really hate the thought of sneaking around, if you know what I mean, Mom. What did you do?"

Jen and Mrs. Harris looked at my mom. Mom chuckled and said, "I had a girlfriend when I was about the same age as Jen and Cindy. We kind of went together for almost a year and then she moved to another state."

"Did you ever have girlfriend, Mom?" Jen asked.

"No, I never did, Jenny." Mrs. Harris smiled.

Jen giggled. "Did you ever think about it?"

Mrs. Harris shook her head. "I met your father in high school and we went together until we got married."

"Did your friends know about you and your girlfriend, Mom?" I asked.

"Some of our friends knew, but things were different then." Mom glanced down. "If your grand parents would have found out, they would probably have made me leave home. Carol and I both agree that we don't want you two to have to sneak around, not if you don't want to."

"Jenny, you know how things can turn out when they go bad. We don't want either of you to get hurt. If your friends find out, they may talk and call you two names. You know how hard things are for Martin. He has to put up with the kids calling him a fag among other things," Mrs. Harris said.

"I know, Mom, I feel so sorry for him sometimes. Martin is so sweet and kind-it just isn't fair," Jen said.

"I know it's not fair, but that's how things are sometimes. Martin doesn't hide the fact he is gay and he has parents that support him. I will support you too, Jenny." Mrs. Harris grinned at us.

I felt remarkably relaxed talking to Mom and Mrs. Harris. Jen and I held hands as we talked to our moms, not really realizing we were doing it. When Jen looked at me, smiled and then kissed my lips, I returned the kiss. Our kiss was brief, confirming our resolve to be with each other.

"I don't want to hide the way I feel, not about Jen," I announced. "If the kids at school don't like it, too bad. I've never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend before and I don't what to have to conceal the way I feel."

"Neither do I," Jen said. "I know how it is to have to keep things hidden and it sucks. Besides, if you deny it, the kids just say your doing it anyway."

"It's not the same with girls as it is with boys," Mom said. "I doubt you two will have many girls saying they did things with you that they didn't. Boys will brag about having sex with a girl even if he never did."

Mrs. Harris laughed. "You're right, Kim, I never heard a boy say he had sex with another boy."

We all laughed at what Jen's mom said. I leaned against Jen and felt her arm go around my back.

"Thanks for being so understanding," Jen said to our moms. "I know we can handle anything as long as our parents are behind us. I don't think we're going to flaunt our feelings, but we're not going to hide then either."

"So, who should we invite to the party?" Mrs. Harris said, abruptly changing the subject. "It may be warm enough to open the pool."

"I have some new friends at school, Mom, can I invite them?" Jen asked.

"You can ask anyone you want to, Honey. How about you Cindy, is there anyone you'd like to invite?" Mrs. Harris said.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I have a few friends that might like to come, Mrs. Harris," I said. "Friends I'd like to introduce Jen to."

"You girls can ask anyone you want to; anyone except Brain-I never liked that boy," Mrs. Harris said. "For the life of me, I could never see what you saw in him, Jenny."

"I don't either, Mom. All he really wanted was sex, I don't think he even liked me," Jen said.

Jen tightened her arm around my waist, smiled at me and then sighed. "I finally found someone that likes me for who I am and I really love her for it."

"Why don't you two go make a list of the people you want to invite to the party," Mrs. Harris said. "You can make invitations on the computer if you want to."

"Okay, Mom," Jen said. "Can we use daddy's computer?"

"You'll have to go ask your father about his computer, Jenny," Mrs. Harris said.

Jen and I went to the family room. Our dads were sitting on a couch watching a basketball game on television. When Jen's dad saw us standing in the room, he looked up and smiled.

"Daddy, can Cindy and I use your computer to make invitations for the party?" Jen asked her father.

"Sure you can, Honey." Mr. Harris glanced at my dad and then smiled. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Daddy, everything is great! We had a nice talk with Mom and Mrs. Walker," Jen said.

My dad chuckled and then said, "I want you two to know we're all behind you."

"Thanks, Dad, that means a lot to me," I said.

"It means a lot to me too," Jen said.

"Go and do what you need to do, girls. It's a school night and you can't be up too late," Mr. Harris said.

Jen and I left the room and started to walk down the hallway towards her father's study. As was moved away from the family room, we heard our fathers laughing.

"You're right about that, Bob," Mr. Harris said. "They won't be coming home pregnant."

Jen and I giggled as we scurried away and into the study. The moment we were in the room, we began hugging and kissing one another.

"Can you believe it, Jen? Our parents are cool with the way we feel about each other," I said as I kissed her neck and held her to my body.

"I know, I was so shocked when they told us, Sweetie. I'm so glad they understand. I love you so much and was really worried about having to keep it a secret."

"Jen, I don't want to hide the way I feel about you. I want everyone to know how much I love you."

"Me too, Cindy, me too!"

Jen sat in her dad's desk chair and turned on the computer. I jumped up on the desk and looked over her shoulder as she waited for the computer to boot up. The computer was on a small stand behind the desk so Jen's back was to me. Reaching out, I put both hands on her shoulders and massaged them.

Leaning her head back, Jen looked at me and smiled. "That feel good, Cindy. I love it when you touch me, not just sexually, but like you're doing right now."

I pulled her chair back, leaned over and kissed the top of her head. Jen spun the chair around, faced me and looked up into my eyes. "Cindy, I've never been as happy as I am right now. We are so lucky to have each other and to have great parents."

Nodding, I said, "I couldn't agree more. Now, who are we going to invite to the party and what are we going to say on the invitations?"

Jen giggled and replied, "How about, you and a guest are invited to come and see how much Cindy and Jen love each other."

I laughed. "Or we could say, you're invited to watch Jen and Cindy make love to one another."

"Why you little exhibitionist, you want people to watch me eat your pretty pussy?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I giggled. "I don't know, maybe I want them to see me eating your pussy."

Jen laughed out loud. "We could eat each other at the same time. That way they could watch both of us."

"I guess we should just keep our lovemaking to ourselves," I said.

"Yeah, I don't really want to share you with anyone else, Cindy."

We settled down and made a list of the kids we wanted to invite to the party. Even though the party was at Jen's house and being given by her parents, Jen and I treated it like it was our party. Jen really didn't know too many of the kids at our school, so she wrote down the names I mentioned to her.

After we had a list, Jen turned around and brought up a program on the computer that she could use to design the invitations. We worked on the invitations until we were happy with what we had. Jen printed one, folded it and handed it to me to read.

Jen and I took the invitation to the family room and handed it to Mrs. Harris. Jen's mom read it and then passed it to my mom. After they approved, we went back to the study to print out enough invitations to give to the names on our guest list.

Mom and Mrs. Harris came into the study and asked Jen and me how we were doing. Jen told them we were almost finished.

"Okay, but you need to hurry, we have to go soon," Mom said.

"Alright, Mom, I'll be ready in a few minutes," I told her.

Our moms left and we finished printing and folding the invitations. We didn't have envelopes, but decided we really didn't need them. Before leaving the study, Jen and I held one another and kissed passionately. Her hands moved to my bottom and pulled my skirt up so she could rub my naked flesh. I ground my crotch against hers and moaned into her mouth. As her fingers kneaded my butt, I realized there were better advantages to thongs other than the lack of panty lines.

"I wish we could sleep together tonight," I whispered in Jen's ear. "It would be so nice to feel you next to me."

"I know; I'd love it too. Maybe your mom will let you stay here on Friday night."

"Maybe, I'll ask her and let you know. You can ask your mom if it's okay with her."

Jen and I finally left the study and went to the family room. Mom and Dad were sitting next to each other on a couch.

"We're finished, Mom," I said.

"Mom, can Cindy stay here Friday night?" Jen asked.

Mrs. Harris looked at Mom and then said, "I don't see why not, as long as it's okay with Kim."

"That's fine," Mom said. "We need to get going now, Cindy. You have school in the morning."

"Okay, I just have to go downstairs and get my backpack. I'll be right back," I said.

Jen and I went to the basement and grabbed our backpacks. Before heading back upstairs, Jen hugged me. "Are you going to wear a sexy skirt for me tomorrow, Sweetie?'

I grinned and nodded. "If you want me to."

Jen grabbed my butt and giggled. "I do."

I laughed and we headed up the steps. After saying goodbye and thanking Jen's parents for dinner, my parents and I left.

The ride home was quiet with neither of my parents saying anything about the things that had transpired. When we arrived at the house, we all went in the front door and I went into the living room. My parents went to their room to change.

My brother was sitting in Dad's chair, listening to classical music and reading a book. He looked up at me, smiled and said hello.

"Hi, Kirk," I said. "What are you reading?"

Kirk showed me the book and replied, "The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand."

"Is it any good?"

"So far, I just started it tonight," Kirk said. "What was the dinner all about, Cindy, Mom and Dad were whispering about something before they left?"

I sat on the couch near my brother and fiddled with my fingers. "They wanted to talk to Jen and me. Kirk, Jen and I are in love."

"That's cool," Kirk said. "If any of the kids at school give you any shit, let me know and I'll take care of them for you."