Chapter 19: Tuesday Evening - Teach Your Children

Rebbecca

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" I pleaded with Luis to forgive me. I held on to Junior for dear life, afraid he might fall off or something. Junior's head was turning dark purple. Oh My God! I did that when I banged him on the table! NO!

I can't believe it. I've killed Junior. I heard my parents and realized what I was doing. I was on my knees, holding my boyfriends penis! Looking up, I first saw Mom. She was frozen, mouth opened. Shocked no doubt at the slutty behavior of her daughter. When I looked at Daddy, I was in tears and couldn't see well. Surely he is going to yell and scream. Then he's going to throw Luis out and ground me for life.

Even in my panic I realized I was hearing sounds I didn't expect. My Father was roaring with laughter. My Mother let out a few squeaks and started laughing hard as well. What? Then I heard Luis start to chuckle. Did you know, he rumbles when he chuckles?

What is going on here?!? By now, my parents are falling all over themselves. I could tell they were trying to suppress their laughter, yet every time one would calm down, the other would start right back up again.

"Like mother, like daughter." My Father got out between fits, earning a smack on his arm from Mom.

"What's going on?" I heard Jason ask.

"Nothing." My Mother choked out. "Why don't you and Cheryl step out for a minute, okay?"

"Whatever." Apparently Jason and Cheryl got up to leave.

"Honey, you might want to lighten your grip. You don't want to break it off." Mom said, still chuckling.

"But, I think I killed it." I started crying big time. Mom was instantly by my side whispering love into my ear.

"It's okay, Becky. Everything is fine." She kept reassuring me. After I started to calm down, she suggested I let off the pressure.

I looked up at Luis. He had a really freaked out expression on his face. As soon as I realized it was probably my death grip on Junior, I relaxed and let go. I've killed Junior! I was playing with his penis in front of my parents!

I'm a slut.

I wanted to run to my room. I wanted to hide in my art. I wanted to get lost in my writing. I wanted to put clothes on and hide. I really wanted to let go of this world and bring back the world I owned. Being naked didn't matter, but I can't hide that way. I let the curtain of my hair do its best for the moment.

After Jason and Cheryl left, my Father spoke to Luis. "Stand up, please."

"Sir?" In less than a second, a thousand emotions ran across My Mountain's face. I know I was as confused—no, perplexed.

"Please, just stand up and trust me." Dad's voice was gentle, yet commanding.

CRAP! Sorry ... NO! It's the way I feel. Damn, damn, damn! What is Daddy doing?

Slowly, Luis stood. His face red. His eyes didn't contain fear, but a wariness. His hands automatically trying to hide Junior. He wasn't fully hard, but still obvious, even with the size of those hands. His wariness turned to sheepishness.

"Luis, hold your head up. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You got an erection. I imagine that you had some assistance. Personally, I don't want to know the details." Luis tentatively nodded his head. "Son, your cock is the envy of most men and I imagine it has caused some problems in the past."

"Yes sir, it has." My father said cock? I better go place a bet on a snowballs chance!

"Look, it's what you've got—what God gave you, don't ever be ashamed of that. And, don't ever be ashamed of getting an erection. Okay?"

"Yes sir." Some of the wariness returned to My Mountain's eyes. As if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop. D-do my parents think that's the only reason I love him?

"Don't worry, Luis. Actually, Helen and I are quite amused. That is, if you're okay."

"I'm fine. Actually, the treatment was almost worse than the injury."

"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" My eyes teared up again. The stairs are just around the corner, across the hall...

Luis wrapped me up into his arms and pulled me to his chest. "No, sweetie, you didn't."

I was so relieved. I snuggled into him, My Cave. I didn't even think when I said, "Good. I didn't want to kill Junior before I had my way with him."

Luis's chest started shaking like he was trying to suppress a sneeze or something. Behind me, I heard some snorts and snickers. OH. MY. GOD! My parents heard that! My eyes flew open and I looked up.

That did it. All three burst out laughing. I really wanted to hide! My face must be scarlet by now. Appropriate for a slut. Maybe I should brand the A on my forehead.

"Sweetie, it's okay." Mom said. "Think about all you've been through in the past two days. How much has changed in you. You saw your boyfriend in distress, forgot all of us, and tried to tend to his cock."

"MOTHER!"

"What? Can't I say cock? How about penis? Or, wanger? Wand? Johnson..."

"Tallywacker, rod, one-eyed trouser snake..." My Dad jumped in with.

"Willy, the one-eyed wonder worm..." My parents, at least I think it was them and not pod people, started laughing uncontrollably again. Even Luis was shaking with laughter.

"Sweetie, don't you think we know this stuff?" Mom was red-faced trying to control her laughter. She took my hand and pulled me out of My Cave. Dad took Luis into the kitchen while Mom and I sat. "Honey, have you and Luis had sex yet?"

"MOM!" I know my jaw hit my lap, my eyes must be the size of the dinner plates, and I could feel myself turning as scarlet as the letter.

"Honey, I'm not prying. Really. It's important that we talk. Talk about everything. We need to be completely honest with each other and trust each other. Sex is the most hidden topic of all. If we can be honest and feel comfortable telling each other about it, all else will be easy." Mom's voice was loving—caring. She was holding my hand the whole time.

"I'll try, okay?" Mom nodded. "To answer your question, no, not yet..." I choked up a little.

"Becky, what's the matter?"

"I-I ... I'm a slut." And the tears started.

"What!" Mom hugged me into her. "You're not a slut. Your hormones just finally woke up."

"F-finally?"

"It was only a matter of time. I'd guess that part of your hiding was repressing them."

"But..."

"Honey, have you felt like dragging anyone but Luis into the bushes?"

"Well..." I thought about PE and the shower yesterday and today. The looks I got from boys and girls. How those looks excited me. I remember, clearly, the look I had received yesterday and today from Rashad, a quiet boy in my art class. Then, I thought of the kiss today at lunch. "Yes. Rosalee."

Mom actually giggled, then got serious again. "Does Luis know?"

"Ah—yes."

"What did he say?"

"Go for it."

"And Rosalee?"

"After L-luis and I-I ... consummate."

"Experimenting doesn't make you a slut." She said that with authority. Perhaps from experience?

"W-what if it's not an experiment?"

"Then you'll know something you didn't know before."

"You wouldn't be upset? I-I mean, another girl..." Mom got a brief look of wistfulness in her eyes.

"If it makes you happy and doesn't hurt anyone, how could I be upset?"

"Thanks. I love you."

"I love you to. Now, what about you and Luis ... when are you going to 'consummate'?" She giggled while she did air quotes.

"Ah ... Soon?"

"I thought so. I thought it wouldn't be a long wait." She gave me a wink and a smile.

"Not if I can help it." Damn! When I open up, I open up. Maybe I'm the pod person.

"When?"

"Tomorrow night." Mom's eyebrows went up, yet she gently squeezed my hand.

"You sound pretty sure about it. It's a big step. Are you ready?"

"More than. I talked to Mrs. Contadino last night. She doesn't mind me spending the night there with Luis. S-she ... encouraged it." Finally, my sniffles were going away. "I know that a football player in season doesn't have many nights during the week, so tomorrow night seemed the best time."

"It doesn't seem that way for Jason." She chuckled, "After seeing him at the start of dinner..."

"MOM!"

"And? Honesty, remember?"

"I know, Mom." We shared a little giggle. "Seriously, apparently the physical demands on linemen are a lot different. Mrs. Contadino was telling me that it takes Luis most of the weekend to recover from a game. Often on Saturday, he never comes out of his room except to eat."

"I can see that. His body must take a terrible pounding."

"I'll find out." I took a deep breath and thought about the week. "That's what worries me about Friday's game. I think I'm a distraction and he might not be ready for it."

"Well, for the game, we can sit together and worry together. I've gotten gray hairs in every game Jason has played in. As for you being a distraction ... that's something you and Luis need to work out. As long as you two communicate and be honest with each other, it will work out."

"Thanks Mom. I'm sure sitting together will work. As for being honest, Luis insists on it."

"Good. Now, back to tomorrow night. Are you sure?"

"More than I've ever been about anything." I knew it at the core of my being.

She raised her eyebrows and just searched my face for signs. I was so positive, I knew in my heart so strongly, that I wasn't even blushing.

"Two things, then we'll get back to dinner. First, enjoy teasing Luis tonight, but be a little more attuned. Okay?" She looked like she was fighting down a chuckle. I couldn't blame her and managed a giggle myself.

"Attuned?"

"Slamming his penis against the table..." She was starting to loose it now. "God, that was priceless! And your reaction!" I couldn't help laughing with her, even while blushing. "Damn, girl. You almost ripped that thing—Monster—off in concern." She gasped, howled, and gasped again—trying to get herself under control.

The horror of what I had done, hurting him, flooded over me. I started to cry.

"Becky, it's okay. Really. It is okay. One thing you will learn, the penis is tough and tender. Just like a male ego."

I think I managed my best poleaxed steer impersonation.

Mom just laughed at my expression. It was a gentle laugh, not at all mocking. "With experience, honey, you'll understand. That, and you can always ask me about it."

"I'll try, Mom. I will."

"Don't say try, Becky. Either do something or don't. You either succeed or fail. Try doesn't exist. I'm here to help you. Sometimes, that will mean picking you up when you fall, like tonight. Okay?"

"Thanks Mom."

"Now, the second thing. Are you prepared for tomorrow night?"

"Prepared? Huh?" That stunned bovine was back again.

"Prepared. First, are you protected?"

"Yes, I got the shot yesterday." She gave me a grin and a wink.

"Good. Aside from being responsible, that should help you with your periods as well."

"MOM!"

"That's part of being open. And periods are part of being a woman."

"You're right. It's going to take me a while."

"I know, sweetheart. You're doing great so far." The squeeze of her hand confirmed the warmth and love in her eyes.

"Thanks Mom."

"Now, what about wardrobe?"

"Huh? I've been going around naked all week, if you hadn't noticed!" We both giggled at that.

"Trust me on this. If you walk out of the bathroom in something special, you'll really arouse him. Plus, you give him the joy of undressing you."

"Huh?" I seem to be saying that a lot these days. Well, the last two days, anyway.

"You're going to remember tomorrow night, or whenever it happens, for the rest of your life. Trust me on this. You only get one chance to make it special."

"O-kay ... What do you mean 'if it happens'?"

"Nature has a way of changing your plans. I hope everything goes as planned, you just never know."

"I can buy that. Now, what do I wear? I haven't a clue."

"I'll help you tomorrow, if you let me." I could see the faraway look in her eyes and a flash of a special time in years gone by.

"Thank you!" I stood and helped her up. We hugged. Damn, did that feel good. I'm convinced now that hugs are addictive and good for you.

"Still feel like a slut?"

"Ah-mmm..."

"You're not."

"What about Rosalee and Alice?" I had told her ALL about my day while we were shopping and fixing dinner. Or, maybe that was the pod person.

"It sounds like Alice was experimentation. Rosalee ... That's something you, she, and Luis need to work through. Soon."

"I guess. It's ... It's weird."

"You have a big heart. You'll do the right thing. I wouldn't worry about it. You know I'll support you no matter what you do."

"Thanks." I got one of those hugs I've become addicted to.

"Well, shall we let the others back in so we can finish dinner? I'm sure you want to show him your etchings later."

"MOM!"

"Don't give me that, young lady. I expect you to take him to your room tonight and let him know how much you love him. He can stay the night if you want."

"Wow! Thanks. But, I don't think so tonight. I know he's got to be dead on his feet. Jason says they put him through the ringer today. Twice." Was that the pod person or the shock stunned one?

"Your call, dear. Now, let's get our men back in here so we can go back to fondling their cocks."

"MOTHER!"

"What? You think you were the only one? Even Cheryl was playing the game."

"Huh?" That damned bull with the headache was back.

"For someone that is normally so observant you are missing so much! I think you're head-over-heels, aren't you?"

"Huh?" Pod or poleaxe?

"Let's just get everyone in here and finish the main course. We'll have lots of time to talk. Okay?"

"Okay ... I think."

"Trust me, Becky."

"I will, Mom." We hugged again, fiercely. I did trust her, completely.

We walked into the kitchen and hugged our significant others and led them back to the dining room.

"Jason, see if Cheryl will let you up so you two can join us for the rest of the meal." Mom couldn't keep a straight face when she was yelling into the darkened family room. We all laughed.

"Just ... A ... Minute ... Mom..." Was Jason's breathy reply. He must be lifting weights. Yeah, about 120 pounds worth! Damn. I blushed and got excited at the same time. I'm glad we had put towels down on the dining room chairs.

Walking back into the dining room, I had a chance to check out the table for the first time. We had been so busy getting ready, I hadn't had the chance before now. Everything did look perfect, even though we had already dug in. The platter of lamb was perfect. Everything had turned out the way I saw it my head. Inside, I clapped my hands and did a little happy dance.

I really have to ask Luis about this music. It really flows, but there is an abstractness to it. Maybe Daddy can help me and I'll surprise My Mountain. If only I hadn't tried to put my boyfriend out of commission! I put my hand on his leg—near his knee, when he sat down after doing the gentlemanly thing for me. My Mountain. My Knight. Literally, my savior and protector.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I promise to be more gentle in the future. Forgive me?"

"Becca, I love you. Nothing to forgive." He kissed me. With his hand on the back of my head, I did my best to devour his tongue.

"Get a room, you two!" Jason demanded. I laughed with the rest, although I did sort of blush. I get so wrapped up in Luis that I blank everyone else out. I hadn't heard Jason or Cheryl return.

Conversation started again, as if nothing had happened. It seemed more relaxed now, it flowed. The music ... Oh! I know this! Crosby, Stills, and somebody. About teaching your parents, I think.

The food was wonderful. Our secret ingredient really did make the lamb. It was a marvel watching My Mountain and Jason inhale the food. My hand was near enough to Junior, that I could feel him pulse every time Luis had some of the lamb. I think Daddy spent most of the meal carving more for the boys than eating his own food.

As the food disappeared, Daddy got our attention. "Helen, Becky, such a wonderful feast. The lamb is perfection. The beauty of the presentation, and our serving wenches ... it is beyond the worthiness of us mortal men. Gentlemen, I think a toast of appreciation is in order. Luis, would you do the honors?"

"Err—Thank you, Jim." My Mountain rose and raised his goblet. "To Helen, for passing down a tradition from her family. To Rebbecca, for learning it, well. To Cheryl, for adding her beauty to our Outreach. To our fair lamb ... We've enjoyed you almost as much as the beauty and grace of these fine women. Thank you all." He raised his goblet.

Daddy and Jason stood, "Here, here!"

They each offered to clink—does pewter clink or clunk?--with their significant others first, then each of the other fair maidens. Finally, they clunked-okay, stick with clinked—their three together. Fair Maidens. In that moment, I knew a painting I had to do of Luis. The Great Warrior preparing for battle. His nude form coated with oil, his armor arrayed around him. His concubines (I almost thought odalisques, but those are virgins and these girls aren't) beginning to dress him. The muscles pumped up, yet relaxed. The glow of an orgasm radiating from him. And, them.

Conversation stayed light until the last knife, the last fork was resting on empty plates. Mom even agreed to share the lamb receipt with Luis, less the family's secret ingredient.

"Helen, you can trust me with your family secret." My Mountain said pleadingly.

"Luis, I trust you with my daughter, but this ... Talk to Becky about it. She's the new keeper of the family secret." I only half-listened to the continued buttering up. Mom had just entrusted a family secret to me? As I digested that, I looked over at her. I saw the love and affection in her towards me—connection.

"Luis, My Mountain, I promise to make this for you, sometimes. I may even let you help. But, the secret ingredient? Well, that's not mine to share outside of the family." I gave Mommy a wink and a smile. She beamed back at me. I reached over and gave Junior a gentle tug to distract my man.

Males!

It worked.

"Luis," my Father said with mock seriousness, "I was thrown out of the kitchen while they were making this ... this..." he looked at the remains of the lamb with a sad look. Oh no, he didn't like it! "Masterpiece!"

Good, no need to dig his grave tonight. Mom signaled her agreement. Although, keelhauling for teasing was still a possibility.

I let the conversation swirl around me while I thought about my erotic dreams. The music was helping me drift. My dad sure has strange tastes. Good, but strange. The current song has something to do about knights, satin, and the moon.

My hero was always based on a larger-than-life character who swept me off my feet and took me—ravished me. Here I am, sitting next to my larger-than-life hero! He's swept me off my feet, now it's time he took me. I reached over and gave Junior a little squeeze. My Mountain looked down at me and smiled. I melted, oozing over the sides of the dining room chair.

Mom caught my eye. Loving is the only way I can describe her eyes. I saw a glint of moisture, a small tear forming at the corner. I could feel the happiness and love she wanted me to find. I felt our secret ingredient forming in my eyes as well. Discreetly, she wiped the corner of her eye and winked. I wiped mine and gave her a wink back. My hand found its way back to Junior.

My mountain was in such trouble! With the backing of two incredible women ... No, add Francesa. Oh, and Ms. Carlisle. And Mrs. Grant. Rosalee! I had an Army! Wow!

Mom and I served dessert and pleasant noises were made all around. I fed Luis and he attempted to feed me, but I didn't give him many chances. I was so lost in thoughts of tomorrow night and giving myself to him that I can't even remember what we made! That, and I kept falling into his eyes. Dark and deep. Gentle and intense.

As the meal wound down, Mom and I attempted to get up and clear the table. Daddy stopped us.

"My Fair Ladies, you prepared this perfect meal. It is only right that your warriors now step forward to battle the kitchen." With that, the guys tackled the dishes and carried their plunder off. Mom topped off her wine and mine, giving Cheryl a token half-goblet.

Mom broke the silence at the table. "I like the Program. Best family meal I've had in a long time."

"I feel ... special? No, honored! Yes, honored to be, like, here and share this." Cheryl said.

"How are you and Jason doing now?" Mom asked.

"Much better now. Me being gone most of the summer and then, like, when I get back, he's off to football camp. Like, that almost killed us."

"He's over it now?"

"Yeah, and I'm almost over his..." I faded out. I thought I was close to Jase. Well, he was closer to me than anyone else before this week, yet I didn't know about Cheryl. God, I've really been selfish the last few years. My hiding was just another excuse to be self-centered. I had been alone not because no one would have anything to do with me. I had been alone because I had pushed everyone away.

"Becky?"

"Uh, yes, Mom?" Internally, I shook the pity-party off.

"Any advice you can give Cheryl about dating a football player?" She discreetly winked at me.

Our conversations earlier rolled over me. Apparently, Jase and Cheryl had hooked up off-season.

"Cheryl—"

"Please, call me Cheri." I smiled and winked at her. Chair-ee ... Bim-Bo. The lights are on and no one is home.

"Cheri, you have to understand their week and the different demands on them."

"Yeah, I think I do. They, like, play games on Friday and have practice until dinner time during the week." And the giggle. Oh my!

"Yes, and... ?" Something I learned from my Father.

"Well, like, what's with the rest of the week?" Do we females really whine like that? Am I coloring my perceptions of her with my own stories? The music answered my question. All that hammered in was round-a-bout.

"What do you mean?"

"One day he's got more energy than, like, a nuclear power plant, the next day he's, like, wiped out. There are days he hurts for no apparent reason."

Yes! I got it! I understood! I can help! She's not really a bimbo, just tuned into her peers and not into Jason! She's going round-a-bout. Stuck! "Let me walk you through the week, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess." I could see the act in the feigned reluctance now that I knew what to look for. Interesting. Want to see a bimbo, see one. Want to look past it, then you see the person.

"Cheri, it is real important. I grew up with Jason and now Luis—I have to survive the week with them." Although she was nodding, I could tell the Vacancy sign was 'like' still on. "On Monday's, they get up early and start their first serious work out since the game on Friday. Jason gets up an hour earlier than I do, Luis even earlier. They run. They run over five miles. Luis lifts weights. Then, about the time we're struggling with the day, they get ready and go to the gym before school starts for more of a workout. So, while we're working hard to not surrender to our sleep, they've already had more physical activity than I'm going to have in a month."

The vacancy light was starting to flicker like a cheap neon sign.

"I've seen Luis's home weight set, I couldn't lift the bar by itself, much less with weights on it. He says it's a light set compared to what he uses at school. They both eat breakfasts that would kill us normal humans." Mom grunted in agreement.