There seemed to be a number of times in my life when I woke up one morning and something had happened the night before that would affect me. I was jarred awake by my mom's tits as she was announcing in a panicked voice that I needed to immediately get out of bed because it was an emergency.
"Give me your phone." she said.
"What?" I said as the blurriness in my eyes prevented me from seeing that well.
"Where's your sister? Have you heard from her?"
"Amy? Uh ..."
"Give me your phone."
I fumbled to my desk pulled my jacket from the chair. I fished my phone out and gave it to my mom.
"Unlock it. Hurry!"
"What's happening?"
"Your sister ran away."
The sleepiness must have been causing me to continue to dream for a bit because I could not have just heard what I thought I had just heard. "What?"
"Amy's gone and she left a note saying she ran away. Phone. NOW."
I unlocked the phone and gave it to her. My mom tried to call my sister using my phone but my sister must have rejected the call and my mom growled in frustration. I then had to stand there and listen to my mom vent about Amy this and Amy that. She spoke in such a way as to suggest that she thought I was her or that all of this was somehow my fault. I'd never seen my mom like this. She was so pissed. Usually I felt totally free to voice any opinion I had but in that moment something was telling me to keep my mouth shut. I was not going to say what I was thinking. Amy was 18, this wouldn't be running away, it would be her moving out.
I ate breakfast on the run that day, just an energy bar and some cold coffee from a gas station convenience store on my way to school. I tried to call Amy but still she wasn't taking any calls. When I got to school I had a couple of minutes free in the classroom before the lecture started so I got my laptop out and went into the smartphone settings for my sister's phone. I was the administrator for our family's electronics after all. I pulled up the location data. My sister's phone was actually in my parents' house. She must have left it behind or she was still there but just hiding.
My first lecture went as usual. My whole morning at school seemed to be going as usual except I wasn't seeing my girlfriend Wendy around anywhere. When I did see her at lunch time she was acting funny and then asked me to meet her in her dorm room after classed that day.
"We're breaking your rule?" I asked.
"Don't jump to conclusions. Just come by and you'll understand."
"I would but actually, I think I can't."
"I think you can."
"There's something happening tonight at my house. It might be trouble so I better be there."
"You want to be there for trouble?"
"They need my support and I owe it to them."
Wendy was acting like she really wanted to say something else and was conflicted about it. "Ok. Another time."
"Thanks for understanding."
"But ..." she began.
"Yeah?"
"I ... I have a present for your mom. I should have brought it with me and given it to you here but it's kind of big and bulky so I didn't want to lug it around. If you could just pick it up on your way home I'll give it to you."
"Oh. Why didn't you say so before. Ok. I think my mom needs something like that. Something to distract her."
My afternoon classes went pretty normal except my dad called me because my mom had pestered him about Amy until he finally took a break at his office job to call me and asked me if I had any news.
"Her phone is still in the house so either she's still around or just didn't take it with her."
"Still in the house?"
"Yep."
"She's not going anywhere without her phone." my dad concluded. I just shrugged my shoulders. After saying goodbye we ended the call.
Once my classes were finished I actually needed to get something from the library before heading home. After I got my book I was about to go to my car and drive home but then I remembered that Wendy had a present for my mom. I was tempted to call and tell her that I'd just get it the next day because I needed to get home but she had said it was big and bulky so maybe she didn't want to have it in her room all night. I gave Wendy a call and let her know I was on my way.
"Great." she responded. "Thanks for the heads up."
I heard a laugh by someone else on her end before I ended the call and that had me puzzled. Why would Wendy call this giving her a heads up? What was this present? Did it need prep? Maybe Wendy had taken it out of the box and needed to restore it to store conditions.
"Hello." Wendy said when I called her from the girls dorm lobby.
"I'm here. Can you bring it out?" I said as I noticed that it sounded to me like Wendy was in traffic.
"Oh, it's kind of heavy. Can you come get it?"
"From your room?"
"Please!"
"Ok. Do I get to actually see the inside of your room?"
"Just this once."
I ended the call but something didn't feel right. Was I actually going to go down the girls dorm hallway and go to Wendy's room? I guessed I was but after two years of dating this would be the first time and Wendy had always been so secretive about her room and her things.
Ours was a very strange relationship. She was a Junior at the college now but when we were freshmen (or fresh persons as the feminists now insisted) it seemed from the first moment she was there she had sort of started stalking me. Maybe stalking is the wrong word since she was a beautiful girl with the body that more than matched. I got to see a lot of that body too because we did a lot of sports together like karate and cycling. That's not the strange part. The strange part was how she kept me at a distance but always wanted to be near me. I had noticed that she was just always around from the start of the fall semester and she just kept popping up in places I was going to be. It was also creepy at times how much she seemed to already know about me just based on what she claimed everyone told her about me.
To be honest, I don't think I ever actually asked her out or asked her to be my girlfriend. She just stepped into that role, though insisting that I had to keep my hands to myself. We didn't even kiss or anything but since she was allegedly my girlfriend it meant I couldn't go kissing anyone else. I have to admit, the thought of dumping her for a girl that would put out had crossed my mind many times. But then I'd think back to my previous girlfriends who so often clearly demonstrated that they didn't give a fuck about me even while saying they loved me. Wendy showed me unambiguously over and over again that she cared very much for me. Still, truth be told, she didn't act like a girlfriend but more like a best friend and I had been getting rather impatient waiting to get laid.
Anyway, so today I was going to get to see the inside of her room. I could just imagine that she had some creepy stalker shrine with my picture on it that she used to sacrifice small animals on in there. I mean, she had to have some reason for never letting me see it until now.
Knock, knock. I waited. There was no answer. I knocked again. Again I waited. Maybe she was trying to get the thing to the door. I waited some more. Hm ... I leaned in closer to the door to see if I could hear anything. This was ridiculous. I got out my phone and called her. Busy signal. Yeah, well the obligation was on her to open the door. I couldn't wait there all night. I had things to do.
I started to go down the hall back towards the lobby when my phone rang.
"Hello." I said with some annoyance in my voice.
"Sorry." Wendy said. "Can you come knock again?"
"Come out."
"I can't. Can you come knock again, please?"
"What is this? What's going on?"
"You'll understand when you get to my room. I promise."
"I've been to your room and you refuse to open the door."
"I was tied up. Just come. It's important."
"Important? I thought it was a ..."
"It's really, REALLY important."
GRRR. "Ok but if you don't answer I can't ..."
She actually hung up on me and I was left standing there looking at my phone. What the ...
I turned back to her room and went up to the door. I was going to pound on it but pulled that instinct back, centered myself, and then politely knocked a third time. I giggled to my self as I thought about it. "I am the one who knocks." I whispered for my own amusement. A smile came to my face as I contemplated asking my girlfriend to 'hold the door' when she invited me in.
I was still smiling when the door started to slowly crack open and I started to wonder if maybe this invitation to my girlfriend's room might not be so much a present for my mom but really a present for me and not really a present I could take with me but instead a certain something I'd been patiently waiting to do. Along with that thought I was conflicted about Wendy. I can say I had patiently waited for Wendy but only because of Wendy. I hadn't pressured Wendy at all because of Wendy. Now that the moment was here, was Wendy really the one I wanted? She never heard me bring up sex but she had to know I was looking forward to it happening. If she really was going to have sex with me, could I go through with it?
The door opened enough for me to enter but my girlfriend was hiding behind it and just opened the door to allow me to enter.
"So this is your secret lair." I said.
She didn't answer. I casually came in and looked around to find her room to be a very normal looking room.
"Where's the present?" I asked.
I heard the door close behind me and then turned around and ... it wasn't my girlfriend. It was my sister.
"Amy!"
"Shh. Shut up."
"What are you doing here?"
