Dorothy Michaels sat in classes all day wondering how her mother was going to take her news. How was she going to tell her in the first place? Would she be open minded to something like that? Dorothy couldn't help it. She figured that that was the way she was, and she had to accept it. Her mother would have to accept it also.
'She could forget about grandchildren,' Dorothy thought.
Just because she never had sex with boys, was she a lesbian? Just because she was attracted to her best friend, Jessica Chalmers, did that make her a lesbian?
She's been out on dates before, but she' had to tell all the guys "no," she wasn't that 'kind of a girl.'
What kind of a girl was she?
She masturbated frequently, but always thinking of her beautiful friend. She got chills every time she was near her.
So, was this eighteen year old virgin a lesbian?
She was definitely confused by this whole mess.
But today was the day. She was going to confront her mother with this news. Maybe she would be understanding.
As the last bell rang Dorothy swallowed hard.
'Here we go. This is it,' she thought, as she climbed on the bus.
Shirley Michaels glanced at her watch. She headed upstairs to get dressed. She wondered again what her daughter wanted to talk about.
Returning downstairs, she headed to the kitchen to put on some coffee. Today was Friday, and Shirley was thankful knowing that she didn't have to prepare a meal. Her husband, Dan, always stopped somewhere on his way home on Fridays. He usually always got more than enough to eat.
When the coffee was finished, she poured herself a cup. Returning to the living room, she sat on the couch.
She had just gotten comfortable, as her daughter, Dorothy, walked through the door.
"Hi mom," Dorothy greeted her, walking over and putting her books on an end-table. She lightly kissed her mother on the cheek as always, and took a seat beside her.
"Thank you dear," Shirley said. "How was your day princess?"
"Ha, boring as usual. I'm glad it's Friday," she answered.
"So, Dot? What is this important subject you need to discuss with me," she asked her daughter?
Dorothy hesitated for a second before answering. "Well as you know my car is on the fritz again. Do you think daddy would spring for a new one? A battery, I mean?"
"Is that all? I thought it was more important than that," she surmised.
"No, that's all," Dorothy lied.
Her mother looked into her eyes, sensing that there was something else. "Are you sure dear? Remember, I'm your mother and you can tell me anything."
"Well, it's really personal mother. You can't tell anyone. Not even dad," she muttered out.
"Dorothy Michaels," her mother snapped at her! "You're not pregnant, are you?"
"Pregnant? Hell no," she snapped back! "Mom, I've never even been with a boy."
"But you've been out on dates before, Dorothy," she thought for a second and it suddenly hit her. "You mean to tell me that they've never touched you.?"
"Oh, they've tried mother, they've tried. But I wouldn't let them," came her quick reply.
"Oh my! Then, that means," Shirley hesitated. "You're still a virgin?" She had a puzzled look on her face, like it was an impossibility in this day and age.
Shirley took her daughter's hand in her own, and looking directly in her eyes, "Honey, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin. As a matter of fact, I think it's very commendable of you. I'm very proud of you."
"Even if I'm a lesbian, mother?" Dorothy broke into tears. But she had finally said it.
Now it was in the open.
"A lesbian?" Her mother laughed.
Quickly composing herself, "I'm sorry dear. Whatever gave you the idea that you were a lesbian?"
"I know I'm one. A lesbian. I'm in love with Jessica Chalmers," Dorothy answered.
"You're in love with Jessica Chalmers," her mother questioned her?
Before Dorothy could answer, "I can understand that. After all she's been your best friend since you were eleven, ever since we moved here. But a lesbian? Come on Dorothy."
"It's true mom," Dorothy's weeping had subsided now to only a few tears running down her cheeks. "Every time I masturbate I think about her."
"Dorothy," her mother acted surprised! "You masturbate," she asked? Knowing that of course her daughter masturbated. Doesn't everyone?
"Yes," was all Dorothy could say. Her mother acted weird. Didn't she know that everyone masturbated?
'Huh, maybe she didn't,' Dorothy thought, shrugging her shoulders.
"Have you ever touched her? Sexually I mean," Shirley asked her daughter?"
'I have,' she thought with a wicked grin.
"No," came Dorothy's quick reply.