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.