A Tale of Two Lovebirds
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By Karen Hansen
"But Mom, I just want to say..."
"I told you to be quiet," Melissa sternly said, cutting off her daughter.
"until that... that..." She had to take a deep breath and get control of
herself. "Until your friend gets out of the bathroom."
Amy just sat on the loveseat in their living room, crossed her arms to her
chest in a huff, frustrated at not being able to plead her case. Her mother
pacing back and forth in front of her.
"What was going through you're mind, young lady? What do you think we're
running here? Some... some kind of wayward home for freak show performers?"
"MOM! Don't call my boyfriend a freak!" Amy piped up. The pained expression
on Melissa's face made it look like another knife had been shoved into her
back hearing that. She had expected to have some problems raising a teen
aged daughter on her own. But she knew her responsibility as a parent was to
try and teach her right from wrong, give her good judgment so she could
make her own choices at some point. But this... she wasn't ready for.
"Derek's a really nice guy. I thought you would think he was better than
some of the other guys I've dated in the past." she continued. Melissa was
about to go question her daughter's thinking again, when she hear the door
to the bathroom open. She turned in that direction to see the 5'9", thin
framed young man meekly enter the room wearing a light blue blouse, navy
skirt, nylons and a pair of 3 inch pumps.
Melissa sighed, wanting to yell. "Didn't I tell you to get dressed?" she
asked in the calmest tone she could muster.
"You told me to wash that make-up off my face and get in here, Ma'am." Amy
tried to keep the corners of her mouth from turning up.
"You know damn well..." Melissa started to yell then lowered her voice. "...
could you at least take off that wig and sit down please." she sighed. Derek
pulled black, shoulder length hair from his head, exposing his own short
blonde hair and took a seat next to Amy. He kept his eyes cast toward the
floor, not wanting to make anymore eye contact with Amy's mother. Seeing he
was trembling, she took his left hand in her own.
"Keep you're hands to yourself, young lady." Amy rolled her eyes and flopped
her hand back into her lap. Derek just looked at the floor.
"Do you two mind tell me what in God's name you thought you were doing?"
"Hanging out... listening to music... having a bite to eat, tooling around
the house," was Amy's reply. Melissa closed her eyes, shook her head
slightly.
"Hanging out, as you call it, is fine. Music and eating are fine, Amy. Can
you please tell me why I'm coming home from my tennis practice to find him
dressed up as a woman?"
Amy swallowed and paused for a moment. "Cause he does what I tell him to do.
And he likes it."
"He does what you tell him to do and he likes it?" Melissa repeated, staring
at her daughter.
"Well, he's always enjoyed dressing as a woman. It wasn't until we started
dating that I found out he enjoys being told what to do." Now it was Melissa
rolling her eyes.
"What kind of relationship is this?"
"We like it, Ma'am." Derek said in a soft voice.
"Shut up!" Melissa snapped then raising her hands to her mouth. Amy stared
at her mom in shock while Derek's cheeks flushed. Melissa knew better than
to speak to someone in that manner and tried to teach Amy like-wise.
"I apologize Derek. That was very rude of me."
"That's okay, Ma'am. It's kind of stressful at the moment." A small smile came
across Amy's face.
"How long have you two been doing this?" Melissa continued in an attempt to
get past her outburst.
"A while... a few months." said Amy.
"Do you two do this everywhere?"
"No, just here."
"May I ask, 'Why just here'?" she asked with a perplexed look.
"Caused Derek's folks place is kind of small and he has too many brothers
and sisters and we never have any time alone. And we can't do it at school
or any of the places the people at school hangout." Melissa sighed again,
asking herself 'Why it had to be her daughter?' and started to wonder if
she had been too hard on her when she brought home the boy that was into
Goth. She noticed the two with small smirks on their faces.
"Is there something funny about this?!?"
"No Ma'am," Derek quickly spoke.
"No Mom," Amy followed looking at Derek out of the corner of her eye.
"Aren't you suppose to be playing football or baseball or working on cars...
or something boys your age do?" Derek was still staring at the floor. He
opened his mouth as he was searching for the words.
"Young man... look at me when I'm speaking to you."
"Yes, Ma'am." he said, making eye contact again, his cheeks become a bit
pinker. "I play basketball and bowl and I work on my own car. I've also
have a job over at the auto parts store. They let me work 12 to 16 hours
a week there."
"Well, that's nice, Derek." She had to admit to herself this was the first
friend of Amy's that acted something close to responsible. Still this
couldn't go on. She couldn't see how this was going do anything but be a bad
influence on her daughter. Her thoughts were broken again by the smirk on
her daughter's face as she kept looking at her boyfriend, who was still
blushing.
"What is so damn funny, young lady?" she yelled. Amy just looked up in
surprise. It wasn't until she looked at Derek that she noticed what had her
daughter's attention. Derek's member had become erect under the tight skirt
he was wearing.
"Oh my goodness!" was all Melissa could say as she turned away, blushing and
covering her eyes. Amy fell out in a fit of laughter. Derek just wanted to
seep into the floor boards.
"This isn't funny, Amy!" she said, still looking in the opposite direction.
Amy got to her feet, put her arm around her mother's waist and moved her down
the hallway towards the bathroom, still giggling.
"Why is... it... um... he in that state?"
"I don't know, Mom?" she said, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes.
"He gets that way with me, too. The more I scold him, the more excited he
gets."
"So if his basketball coach yells at him, he gets excited?"
"No, I think it's just me... or maybe it's woman in general." Melissa just
shook her head in disbelief.
"I need to get some cool water on my face." she said pushing the door to the
bathroom open and turning on the water at the sink. Amy stood by, leaning
against the door way, watching her mother. It wasn't under she'd had dried
her face off with a towel that she noticed something.
"Well, at least you took the time to clean up the bathroom without being
told." Amy looked around at the room and shrugged her shoulders.
"Not me."
"What do you mean it wasn't you? Who did it if... " Melissa stopped short as
the light bulb over her head came on and she saw the smirk on her daughter's
face. Her shoulder slumped.
"You didn't."
"He likes it."
"What kind of relationship is this? He's your cleaning woman, now? Is he your
slave?" Melissa could see the light shine in her daughter's eyes.
"Hmmmm... slave? I never really..."
"Don't!" she cut her daughter off as she hung up the towel.
"Maybe he could call me Mistress Amy. What do you think, Mom?" Melissa only
response was to swat her daughter on the behind. Amy yelped but was still
grinning as she rub her butt and followed her mother out of the bathroom.
"What do I think? I think he does a better job cleaning than you do."
"Whatever." said Amy, rolling her eyes.
They re-entered the living room to find Derek still sitting in the same
spot.
"Thank you for cleaning, Derek. It wasn't necessary." Melissa told him.
"My pleasure Ma'am."
"Look... we really need to talk about this with your folks and I. I'm
really not sure this is going to work out between..." Melissa started to say
when she noticed Amy's school folder in the coffee table. A corner of paper
was sticking out of the folder with some red writing on it. She was sure it
had to be something bad when she pulled it from the folder.
To her amazement, it was a test from Amy's math class and she had managed a
B minus on it. Amy had always hated math and wasn't doing any better in high
school. Amy didn't like the way the words sounded her mom had started to say
and decided to seize the opportunity.
"Derek's been helping with my math lately. The teacher said she was really
proud of me."
"Hmmmm." was the only sound from Melissa as she thumbed through some of the
pages. She then over heard Amy telling Derek that her mother thought he
should be calling her Mistress and asking him what he thought.
"Amy! I never said that!" she yelled, walking toward them then quickly
turning around when she noticed Derek was still supporting an erection.
"I need a drink." Melissa sighed, heading to the kitchen.
"I think you're winning her over." Amy said, kissing Derek on the cheek,
cuddling against his body, when her mother had left the room.
"You think so? She seems kind of pissed."
"How can she be pissed at such a cute little face like this?" she said in a
tone a mother would use talking to an infant, which made him blush that much
more.
"Will you stop? You know what that does to me."
Amy just smiled, looking down in his lap. "I'll go and check on her." She
said, kissing him in deeply on the lips before heading towards the kitchen.
She entered to see her mother sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of
Jack Daniel's and a shot glass rather than her normal glass of white wine.
Amy sat down in the chair next to her mother.
"You had to make him do the kitchen too, didn't you?" Amy just scrunched up
her nose then grin at her mother. Melissa frustration melted some seeing her
nose and smile on her daughter's face.
"Can I keep him, Mom?"
"My God, Amy! He's a human being. You make him sound like a puppy you found
on the street."
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't! He's not living here. He has a home to go to. I don't want any
more people over here. Did you think what might happen if this gets out?
All hell could break lose. People might start thinking the wrong things."
"It'll just be the two of us. If I have friends over, I'll let you know in
advance and he'll be in boy's clothes. Promise!"
"No more cross-dressers! I don't care if they're are friends of yours, his
or anybodies. And if I have any notion you two are having sex under this
roof, out he goes!" Amy sat quietly, nodding her head in agreement with
everything her mother was telling her. "And we're not through here. We have
a lot to talk about. Some major ground rules. And their going to be followed
to the letter, do you understand me? And I expect him... I mean... the two
of you to carry your weight around this house."
Amy just nodded. They just sat there, looking at one another in silence.
Then a grin came across Amy's lips as she stood up, hug her mother and gave
her a big kiss in the cheek, whispering "Thanks, Mom."
"And I had better not catch him in my closet or it'll be the death of both
of you." she said kissing her daughter in the forehead. She walked towards
the living room as her mother poured herself another shot.
"And Amy..."
Amy stopped at the doorway and turned to listen.
"Tell Derek not to wear that God awful cherry red lipstick. It looks
ridiculous on him."
Fawn
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