I had gone to bed earlier that night at 11:30, but I just laid there with my thoughts whirling through my mind like a vortex. There was no way I was going to get any sleep: I was too pent up.
Just then, as I wondered if I was ever going to get to sleep, I heard footsteps in the hall, and then the door to the bathroom closing. It had to be my mother, I thought: my dad’s footsteps were far too heavy. Especially on a Friday night, when he’s had a six pack.
I turned off the video, then clicked on Internet Explorer and Google came up on the screen. I went to Youtube and started to search for something more innocent to watch.
Again the bathroom door opened, but instead of the footsteps receding down the hall back to my parent’s room, like I assumed they would, they came in my direction. I shifted in my seat and watched as the door to my bedroom opened and my mother walked in.
She was dressed for bed in a pair of gym shorts and a long sleeve Henley. But these weren’t normal, baggy gym shorts, no they were skin tight, like yoga shorts or something.
And the shirt that she wore that was also skin tight, the cotton fabric wrapped around her breasts like cellophane over two ripe, juicy melons, her nipples playing peek-a-boo through the material. Obviously she wasn’t wearing a bra.
The tee shirt had about ten buttons instead of the usual three, and more than half of them were undone, showing off some incredible cleavage that I tried not to look at.
Her hair, done up in a bun, was bed worn and coming askew, strands of blonde hair spraying this way and that. She looked unkempt but very cute.
“Are you still up?” She asked accusingly.
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep.”
“But the big game is tomorrow?”
“I know mom. I know the big game is tomorrow. Reminding me that the big game is tomorrow is not helping.”
“I know honey, but this game is very important for your scholarship.”
“Again, not helping.”
She rolled her eyes and cocked her head in frustration. “Come sit,” she said and tapped the bed beside her as she sat down on it. I got up out of my desk seat and sat next to her on the bed. I got just a trace of her perfume as she sidled up next to me and put an arm around me.
“I’m sorry Hon,” she started, “but you know the situation your father and I are in. You’re sister’s already in college, and that’s costing us a bundle, even with the partial ride she’s getting because of volleyball.
“You need to get that scholarship if you want to go to that fancy school you’ve been talking about.”
“I know mom. That’s one of the reasons I can’t get to sleep. If I screw up tomorrow, I can kiss that scholarship goodbye.”
“What you need to do is relax, get your mind off the game.”
“Easier said than done.”
“How come Olivia didn’t come over tonight?”
Olivia was my girlfriend, and usually, before a big game she would come over and when my parents went to bed, she and I would… well you know.
“Olivia will be at the game tomorrow, but she had to go see her grandmother tonight. Why?”
“Oh, that’s a shame. She could have helped.”