This is a fictional story about a mother, son, and their psychologist working to build a young man's confidence through sexual engagement. If this is not what you are looking for, please enjoy a different story.
APRIL:
CEO and owner, Greta Gooding approached the podium and faced her colleagues with her trademark brilliant white smile. They stood and clapped, and the applause was wild. And with very good reason. Ten minutes ago, the Chief Financial Officer had just announced their annual corporate earnings were 67% over the budget. Five minutes ago, the Senior Human Resources Officer announced Greta's decision to share the profits with every employee with a bonus amounting to a 40% salary bonus.
Some, most notably on the board of directors, said it was a mistake. It would set expectations too high for the next year and there was a good probability that there would be dark days ahead.
Greta's husband had created the small software firm, with a few novel ideas. Over the last five years, it grew from 15 people to a group that could barely fit into this 500 person auditorium. Two years ago, her husband died of a massive heart attack. The multitude of corporate lunches, dinners, overweight, and his heavy drinking finally took him down. With his death, she owned a largest stake in the company all by herself, but it wasn't enough to completely control the company. She still needed a few board members to vote with her on controversial matters... like giving employees a huge bonus.
She'd been a computer programmer in her younger years and knew the business well. After her husband's death, board members, counseled her to hire a "professional CEO" to run the company. But the interviews all fell flat. She took the job herself instead and decided to revamp the entire company management structure, only keeping 25% of the original team.
It was drastic but it worked.
Holding up her hands, she asked everyone to sit down and relax. They yelled more wildly and laughed as they stomped their feet and clapped even louder.
She smiled and fanned her face as if she felt flush. Thinking back, getting this company back on its feet after losing its CEO was quite the challenge. She'd done a great job but ... it meant she never really grieved the loss of her husband.
Like many, she just pushed on.
Greta had a son and the effect of losing his father worried her. He grew tall in his high school years, and to be honest, standing at 6 feet 4 inches, he often seemed awkward and gangly. His father had little time for him, which affected his confidence and pushed him even further away socially. He had few friends. The loss of his father may have confounded his confidence even more.
That was one of the considerations when Greta took the job. Kyle was still in high school, and she needed assurances that she could be there for him if he needed her. The truth was, Greta hated the spotlight and was very much like her son, technically bright... but socially awkward.
She just needed some more time to teach her son. He needed some more time to learn how to fake social interactions, like she did!
As she began her speech, she smiled broadly just like she had practiced. All of her leadership and all of her social interactions were always practiced ... because at heart, she was a software geek, not a CEO. But here she was, and she dove into her speech to the excited crowd.
MAY:
Kyle woke up early on Saturday morning. The dinner with his mom had been pleasant enough until they drank too much and she started asking those "probing questions." Ugh! He just didn't want to talk about that stuff. Frankly, he'd be happy to just not talk about anything ever again. He thought seriously about taking a vow of silence.
He was 18 now and felt good about getting out of high school. He worried about his future. They were the usual things that every kid his age worries about, but to him it didn't feel usual. He obsessed over them. He was accepted into early admission for an Ivy League school and jumped on it, but he worried that everyone would be smarter than him. He worried about dating in college. He lacked experience with girls. There were many of his high school friends that were no longer virgins. He was still was a virgin and just didn't know what to do. He watched some pornos, but he still felt ... clueless and awkward.
Greta stepped down the stairs and Kyle tried not to look.
Long slender legs took each step with a slight bounce. She was wearing a two-piece pajama set. Black silky shorts with a matching button up top. The top three buttons were undone. Her braless breasts bounced with each step, nipples poked out of the thin material, and thick black hair curled gently down and around her pretty face.
Damn, she looked great for 42. Damn, she looked better than any girl in his private high school, too.
She sat down. "I've got a hangover!" she declared.
He said nothing but glanced down her blouse as she rubbed her temples. He finally pulled himself from her spell and got her a cup coffee. This also afforded him a better look down her shirt.
"Honey, did you remember to call your doctor?" she asked.
"No idea what you're talking about," he responded as he got her cream.
"Your college requires a doctor's evaluation. It's a requirement."
"OH, now I remember. No, I didn't."
"I didn't think so. So, I called a friend. She can take you today, at 4pm."
"Um, thanks? Who is this?" he asked.
"An old friend from college. She a doctor and a therapist. I need you to talk to her, open up to her. If you do, she'll do us a favor and give you approval with short notice."
"Why? Can't I just go to a regular doctor?"
"Well, you were supposed to do it and you didn't. Now, you're out of time. You had that chance and it is gone. So, this is all arranged. Go get your physical, talk to her, and listen to her. C'mon Kyle, don't debate this with me!"
Amanda didn't like working on Saturdays but when a friend calls, a friend calls. And Greta Gooding was a very good and old friend. They went to college together and shared just about everything with each other. Greta was the kind of person who was quiet and reserved but could turn on the mega-personality when needed.
Amanda sent her staff home at 3 pm, got lost in her paperwork and was startled when there was a soft knock on the door from Kyle Gooding.
She invited him into the office and smiled as she could see some of his mother in him. The eyes were a soft green, their shape like almonds, his skin had her dark tones, his hair was thick, dark, and unruly like hers too. There was his father in there, too. The angular chin, the dimples in his cheeks, and his father's big hands.
Greta had prepared her for his low-key personality. She expected him to be shy, but he was more than just shy. He answered most questions with either "yes," or "no," preferring silence over filling in gaps with idle conversation. Greta told Amanda that she worried that he was having issues with girls. He'd had only one girlfriend, and that was for a very short time. When she left him, he was devastated and wouldn't talk about it. He was always shy but since then, he'd become introverted. After his father's death, he barely talked.
Amanda's official job was to give him a physical examination for his college entrance, but her unofficial job was to see where he might need her help to mature and grow emotionally so that he could be more social when he went to college. That was Greta's greatest concern.
As instructed, Kyle sat his tall and slender frame on the edge of the examination table. Amanda was pleasantly surprised by his muscle tone. He was thin, looked gangly, but was toned and well-muscled.
As she took his blood pressure she asked, "My, you seem physically fit. Do you work out?"
Kyle paused, waited a moment or two and asked, "Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?"
Amanda smiled at the 1967 movie reference. He had a sense of humor! Not all was lost. Maybe he wasn't all that introverted.
He added, "Yes, I do stretching and yoga almost every day."
"Kyle, in this appointment today and any follow-up appointments, you are protected by HIPPA. That means, anything we say or do in here is between you and me. I am required by law to protect your privacy. And I will do that. No matter what you have to say."
"You won't tell anyone?"
She nodded.
