Jesse pulled me close, and kissed me once, very gently upon the forehead. He looked down into my face with understanding eyes and brushed his thumb across my bottom lip.
"Guess I'll see you later--"
“Well, hey! Isn‘t this a surprise!”
I turned around quickly and saw that my mother was standing in the doorway. She had a large grin plastered across her face, and she looked Jesse up and down.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Brighton--”
“Ms. Brighton,” she said, placing emphasis on the surname. “Nice to meet you! So Jenni-doll, why didn’t you tell me you had a little boyfriend?”
“Oh, she doesn’t talk about me?” Jesse said, grinning.
“Not even a little bit,” she laughed.
“Oh, that’s a shame,” Jesse said, running his fingers through his hair.
“But me and Jenni haven’t had much talking time, lately. So, that’s justified--”
“Mom, can I just tell him goodbye, alone? Please?” I said, blushing shamefully.
“Very nice to meet you!” she said, running back inside of the house.
“She’s a real firecracker.”
“Yes, she is…” I said, rubbing my face. “Look, I’m gonna go.“
“So… talk to you later?”
“Yea, definitely,” he said, kissing my forehead again.
After Jesse left, I went inside and before I could take a breath, my mother met me at the door asking me all kinds of questions. And then, she rested on a conversation about
practicing safe sex.
“I’m not gonna ask if you’ve been having sex with that boy, but--”
“Mom, please, not this…”
“Jennifer, I’m not gonna pretend as if it isn’t possible, and if you aren‘t, I‘m not gonna pretend that you‘re not interested.”
“Jen, stop it. Listen.”
I piped down and let her finish what she had to say. “You can pretend that you’re not interested… But, why would you masturbate if you weren’t?”
“Mom, I wasn’t--”
“Jen… don’t. I washed your sheets today. Don’t make me have to embarrass you further.”
“Mom, no…” I put my face in my hands and sighed deeply. Hopefully she continues to believe that there isn’t any foul play.
“I just hope that you didn’t become interested suddenly because of that boy. He’s charming, and he's a handsome young man… and that scares me. Just… be careful. Alright?”
I felt insulted… My mother invaded the sanctity of my room. And now, she was giving me a pep talk about dating dangerous men? What about Megan? She was in a much worse situation than
me… At least I was involved with someone my age, and not some mature giant, who’d take no pains in ripping apart my delicate tendons.
I wondered if my mom would be more lenient if she had known of Megan’s situation compared to my own… Her poor mother thought her daughter was safe at practice. If only she had known
that Megan was actually being penetrated in the dim, cold refines of the high school locker room--by the football coach, nonetheless!
Would my mom feel ashamed for the talk that she had been giving me? Would she feel guilty then for praising my friends’ actions over my own? Megan’s oblivious mother would kill to
have daughter problems such as these.
“Jennifer? Jennifer, are you listening to me?”
“Um, yea… yes, mom… I hear you.”
“I’m just asking you to be careful, alright?”
“Yes, mom… I will be.”
“So, how was school today?” she said, attempting to clear the air.
“Well, I--” I stopped to think for a while.
“Well, you what?”
“I--um, aced my science exam today…”
“That’s great!” she searched my face. “Are you sure that’s all you had to tell me?”
I thought pensively for a second or two.
“Yes," I said with a smile. "Yes, that’s all."
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