Chapter 34

"Tony, we got you a..."

I could never decide if Sunday was the first day of the week or the last. My job at the club and my old job at the restaurant used Saturday as the end of the week and Sunday as the beginning, but biblically Sunday was day seven. And calendars seemed split on the subject.

If Sunday is the end of the week, then this was a great way to end a not-so-great week.

On the other hand, this could be the beginning of a great week.

I decided that this week, anyway, Sunday was day one. A week with no confrontations or problems. Just the good things in life.

"I could stay like this forever," Tami murmured, seeming to echo my thoughts.

"Let's."

Tami sighed. "You may have forgotten, but I haven't. You have a coach who expects you to be on the football field tomorrow..."

"And a slave driving director with play practice right after," I added.

"And I have an editor who thinks I actually have something to say in my column tomorrow, and we both have history papers due Tuesday."

"Stop! You're depressing me." I lowered my head and nuzzled her breasts. "We have this afternoon. My parents won't be home till at least five."

Tami grinned, then pushed me onto my back and straddled me. "And I've got you in my power till then." My limp cock was nestled against her ass. "For all the good it does me."

I felt my cheeks burning. "Woman, we've done it five times," I said in my defense. "Want me to see if Peter's available, since Trace went with the folks?"

Tami leaned down and kissed my nose. "Nope, I'll wait. I know my guy."

I wondered if I could live up to her expectations. We'd shared my bed since one, with only occasional bathroom breaks. It was our first opportunity in over a week. "How much time have we got?" I asked, looking up at her.

Tami turned her head to check my alarm clock on the dresser.

"Tony, we got you a..."

Traci and Mom stood in the open doorway.

Mom turned crimson and retreated toward the kitchen.

Traci looked like she couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry.

"I think our time just ran out," Tami said as she buried her face against my chest.

"What's going to happen?" Tami asked as she pulled her t-shirt over her head.

"I figure I have to learn how to turn invisible, run away, or convince Mom that she's having hallucinations," I said as I zipped up my jeans. "But one of us is going to have to learn to tell time." The clock on my dresser said six-fifteen.

"How bad, really?" Tami pulled on her tennis shoes and stood up.

"Well, two years ago Traci got caught making out at a dance, and I got The Talk for two hours. I figure we're talking two week seminar, minimum."

"Grounded?"

"Maybe from you."

"Tony, I don't want to sneak around on your parents."

I stood and hugged her. "Me neither. Let's just take this a step at a time."

"Think she'll call my mom?"

"I honestly haven't a clue."

I let Tami out the front door. I'd thought about walking her home but decided that was stalling the inevitable, and the longer I stalled, the harder it'd get. I walked quietly through the living room to the dining room. Mom was sitting at the table paying bills. I knew she was a lot happier now that she could pay them before they were due.

"Mom, I, uh..." What do you say at a time like this. 'Hi, Mom, I know you caught us fucking, what's for dinner?' I wondered for a second if I'd doomed poor Traci. When she got caught, I got a lecture too. Was she in for it now?

"My son, tongue tied?" Mom said without turning around. She took off her glasses and set them on a pile of envelopes. She'd only had them a couple of weeks and didn't look like Mom wearing them. Fortunately, they were only for reading.

"Mom, I..."

"Tony come sit down. I'm not mad."

"You're not?" I guess I wasn't all that surprised. She wasn't mad when Traci got caught making out, just concerned. I walked into the dining room and sat down across from her. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. After all, Mom had just caught me naked with my girlfriend. Somehow 'awkward' just didn't cover it.

"I suppose we should get the big stuff out of the way first. You're not in trouble. You're not grounded. And you're not forbidden to see Tami."

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath till I let it out.

"I've known that you and Tami were, uh, physical for a long time, though it was something I tried not to think about."

There was no right thing to say about that, so I kept quiet.

"I know you and Tami think you're in love..."

I opened my mouth to protest but Mom held up her hand. "No, that's not right. I know you and Tami are in love."