It was the kind of relationship that grew from your typical mother and son relationship into more of a "best friends" kind of relationship---only she was 44 years old and my mother, and I was 20 years old and her son. In high school, she was always there for me, and we could talk about anything. She was always supportive, and not the harsh and distant authoritative figure like my dad was.
Once I graduated from high school, we saw alot less of each other, and it made those times when we were together that much better. Her bright smile never ceased to lift me. She has full red lips and enticing blue eyes that prettily accentuate her short blond hair and beautiful face. She has that kind of look that makes you think that you're the only person around and that you have her full attention. Or, at least that's the effect it had on me!
Jenny is a name that easily suits her, and she keeps her body in great shape, working-out and playing tennis. She's 5'6", and has a slim athletic build that I've always admired her for maintaining so well.
They named me Jack, and I've grown into a solid 6'2 frame that I try to keep fit with alot of working-out and tennis, as well. Some of the time we spent with just each other would come from hitting tennis together or going to work-out together. We played alot of tennis my senior year, and we were both disappointed when it came time for me to go off to college. She was starting to kid me about losing her "playing partner."
"It's gonna be all your fault when your old mom gets out-of-shape and isn't any good anymore," she'd kid me.
"Neither's gonna happen," I'd kid right back.
At this, I could've sworn I'd noticed some blushing on her part, which I've always remembered because she's so confident and composed she never seems to react. She did this time though,as I left for college.
Time passed, and we'd talk about school, friends, and what was going on in each other's lives. In the Spring, we went and played tennis one Friday afternoon when I was home for a weekend from school. It was definitely a warm afternoon, and we were sweating pretty good by the time we finished playing. We stretched out on some chairs by the court, and cooled down.
"Wow, that was a good work-out," she said, running her hands through her blonde hair that was wanting to stick to the sides of her face.
"How are things with Beth?" Beth was my most recent short-term girlfriend.
"Beth? Beth who?" I laughed.
"Already? Jack, you better be careful with the way you go through these women. Remember, you just might be breaking some girl's heart."
"Oh no, not me. I'm probably just keeping them from having to get rid of me."
"Don't think that way, son. You're a handsome and smart man. These women could get hurt."
" Well, thank you... I think," I replied, a little off balance by her compliment. "I mean, I wouldn't try to hurt anyone. It's just that I'm young and know I want to live some---I'm not wanting anything serious, you know?"
"Sure, I understand," she said as she drank from her water bottle and looked at me for a moment. "Just be sure they do."
"And please," she now moved forward in her chair and held my look, "don't be one of these guys that lead them on, get what they want, and then leave 'em high and dry."
"Well, I've never left them high and dry," and we both laughed loud with her slapping my leg.
"You know what I mean," she said, again looking at me thoughtfully.
"Well, let me ask you this then," I started, trying to be careful but also wanting to know. "How do I find someone who I like being with but yet don't want it to get serious?"
"Good question," she said in a low voice that told me something.
"It sounds like something you've thought about," I asked her, this time holding her gaze.
"Well, yes... I mean," and she paused, looking off.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sensing much more there.
"Nothing. It's just... I guess I can relate."
