I came home after cheerleader practice to find the house empty. I was not overly surprised, considering my mom usually didn't get home for another hour. I put my dirty clothes in the laundry and changed into a pair of short shorts and a small t-shirt. I had already showered at school, so I just decided to relax and watch a little TV. I was in a fun and didn't really notice anything that was playing, I just liked the background noise. I didn't want to wallow in my own misery too much, so any distraction helped. I'm not sure how long I stayed there, sprawled out on the couch, but the next thing I knew my mom came home with her customary "Baby girl, I'm home."
I smiled and almost burst into tears right then and there, as I heard her footsteps entering the room. I am eighteen years old and was in my senior year of high school. I had been on the cheerleader squad since my freshmen year. I was physically fit and hand blonde hair and blue eyes. I kept my hair cut just passed my ears for easier control and because my hair framed my face in a way that I thought made me look cuter. I had come out to my mother as a lesbian when I was thirteen, and she had always been supportive of my life choices. My dad had split when I was two years old, so it was always just my mom and me.
Mom had a successful career as a bank manager, so money was not an issue for us. I was lucky to get my good looks from my mom. Her hair was a darker shade of blonde and she was a fully developed woman. I always commented that I hoped to look like here when I grew up. She had a great figure. She was not overly skinny. She was always turning down men, and I bet some women, because of her good looks. It was customary for me to see men openly admire her body when were out together. We were always very conscientious and maybe a little territorial about people hitting on either of us while we were out together, and we both seemed happiest when it was just the two of us. She had full DD breasts and a shapely ass, that filled out every outfit she wore. I was slightly smaller with breasts that were pushing up to me a solid D cup, but hopefully more.
It was the off season, but even so it was a little strange for me to be home this early on a Friday night. I would usually get together with friends, and a simple call home to tell mom where I was, what we were doing, and who I was with always kept her informed and her worries at bay. She walked into the living room to find me sitting there silently with a far out look in my eyes as I stared unseeingly at the TV. I guess she could tell something was wrong, because she knelt down next to me and asked "Sweetheart, what's wrong."
I had been holding back for so long that her simple question opened the flood gates and I immediately burst into tears, as she pulled me into her. I flung my arms around her and clung to her body for all that I was worth, as I cried my eyes out. Feeling my tears subside as my mom rubbed my back soothingly, was finally able to answer her "Jamie said we were done and told everyone on the squad that I was in love with her. She called me a dyke and said that I wasn't worth her time. She said that I was just a spoiled little girl who always gets what she wants. She told everyone in the gym that I had been stalking and harassing her, just to try and get into her pants."
Mom was shocked at this statement, and let me explain everything. She had known that Jamie and I were an item, having caught us in my bed on several occasions. She had never embarrassed me and had told me that I didn't need to be embarrassed just because I was caught by my mom. She had always treated all of my friends with respect and never pried into my personal life, but was also always available to me if I needed to talk. She answered back, "I'm sorry, sweetie. I know she was lying. I've seen you to together and she was obviously interested in you too. What did you say back?"
I hiccupped and answered back, "I didn't say much. I was too shocked. She's never said anything like that to me. I don't know what brought this on. I thought we were doing really good together. I guess she just got tired of playing with me and wanted everyone to think that she was the victim. I doubt everyone believed her, but it still hurt that she said all of that."
Mom continued to rub my back and shoulders soothingly, as she said "I know it does. Teenagers can be fickle and mean like that when they feel it's in their best interests. Try not to dwell on this too much. You're a beautiful young lady and any girl or woman should be more than happy to have you."
I smiled and laughed softly at my mom's statement. I know that several of her female friends had openly checked me out from time to time, but I never gave them much thought. I wondered if mom had chased any of them off over the years. I had the suspicion that mom was at the very least bisexual, as I had heard feminine moans coming from her bedroom from time to time when she had a lady friend over. But she had never been overly affectionate around me, so I didn't know for sure. I just relaxed into her body, as she continued to hug me close and rub me soothingly.
I had not been in love with Jamie, but we were exclusive to each other. At least I thought we were, but now I was not so sure. We had been together for about a year and had been having sex for over nine months now. Neither of us had been virgins when we got together and even though I had never been with a guy, I knew she had. We never talked about our sexuality, as far as either of us being complete lesbian or her just being bisexual. I had the feeling that she was still interested in guys, because she would openly admire a guy from time to time even when we were together. I had always gone out of my way to do anything that she wanted, and I came to the conclusion that our relationship was not a good one.
She finally said, "Well, why don't we make dinner together tonight? I was thinking chicken stir fry sounds good."
I nodded and said, "Ok."
She then went upstairs and changed out of her business suit and into a pair of her favorite black yoga pants and a firm fitting t-shirt. Since it was about 7pm and we both seemed to be hungry, I followed her into the kitchen and we started dinner. We engaged in small talk, as I cut up the vegetables as she cut up the chicken. She would hug me to her from time to time, whenever I felt myself sinking back into my funk. We finished cooking dinner and sat down to eat. We kept our conversations light throughout dinner. After dinner we cleaned the kitchen and then mom suggested we watch a movie.
We put on a light comedy and I think she avoided any romances for my benefit, which I appreciated. We cuddled together on the couch as we watched the movie in silence. I had laid my head on her chest and my leg over her body, as she hugged me to her and rubbed my back soothingly again. I felt my body relaxing into her, as the movie progressed. I jumped when I heard the phone ring, and mom excused herself to answer it. I stayed on the couch as I heard her having a whispered conversation over the phone. I heard her raise her voice almost shouting, "If I hear any bull shit has come my daughters way because of that little bitch I can assure you that you and the school board will be hearing from my attorney. Do you understand me? I will bring holy hell down on you and the school if I ever get even the idea that you are allowing this bullshit to stand."
With a slam, she hung up the phone and stalked back into the room, before cuddling back up on the couch with me. I felt and heard her take several deep breaths to calm herself down, and I swear she was smelling my hair as she did so. I stayed quiet, as I let her calm down. I stroked my fingers up and down her spine, trying my best to sooth her and get her to relax again. She finally huffed and said, "That was the principal. I don't think you have anything to worry about at school. Apparently your coach informed him of Jamie's little tirade in the gym. Several other girls have even talked to your coach and told her what they know about the two of you. They all said that they knew Jamie was lying, even the coach blasted Jamie after you left. I have the feeling that Jamie is no longer going to be cheering for any team sports."
I snuggled into my mom's side more and relaxed my head on her chest, as I said "Thanks mom. I appreciate it."
She went back to rubbing my back and shoulders, as she relaxed once again. She finally said, "If anything happens at school you can go to your coach or come to me and we'll take care of it."
I nodded silently against her body. I then giggled as I said, "I think you made him pee himself, mom. I could practically hear his apologies from here."
She smiled and laughed along with me, as she pulled me closer. We continued to relax against each other, as the movie continued. We were so comfortable that we stayed still, as the movie ended and the credits rolled. Apparently neither of us wanted to move. I guess that all of today's events had finally caught up to me, because I suddenly felt myself yawn widely. Mom smirked at me, as she said "Why don't you get ready for bed. I'll be up in a minute, sweetie."
I nodded and we stepped up off of the couch. I left her downstairs as she turned off the TV and the downstairs lights. I went about my normal routine before bed and then changed into my normal sleepwear of a large baggie shirt with nothing underneath. I was mom had done the same, but changed into a red silk slip that I got her for mother's day from Victoria's Secret. I smiled when I saw her wearing it, as I knew she liked to wear if to bed. I had patterned my own sleepwear after hers from a young age. Neither of us were embarrassed to find the other lounging or walking around the house in attire such as this.
She smiled warmly as she approached me and took my hand in hers, leading me into her bedroom. I was not overly surprised at her actions, considering that it was normal for us to sleep in the same if one of us was going through a rough patch. I could remember throughout my life sleeping in mom's bed as she held me from behind and spooned me. I always felt very loved and safe in her bed, and we always slept very peacefully as she held me throughout the night. I helped her pull down the covers and we slid into bed, as she turned out the lights. I snuggled into her side, laying my head and right arms across her chest, and my right leg over her lower body.
