Sometimes short for Samuel pt. 4

Mom sat leaned back on my bed, which she had apparently neatly made, looking very coy indeed. No sooner had she shown up in my dorm had she begun unraveling the depraved nature of my relationships and secret identity. I stood in front of the door looking very girly, loose tank top exposing a purple sports bra, my tight abs exposed over a pair of girls running shorts over yoga pants, some purple trimmed Nike jogging shoes and pink ankle socks completely showed Samantha’s new, sharp college girl style. My flushed face and clean complexion showed the benefits of my rigorous skincare routine and careful diet, my recent Tae Kwon Do classes and jogging had toned my body in all the right places and I was showing the sexiest girlish physique of my life.

“Well I guess the cat’s out of the bag” Samantha’s sarcastic wit was the only defense I had.

I looked over to Jacob who was covering his face with his hands, to hide his reddening cheeks. She must have totally ambushed him as he was wearing gym shorts and a tank top clearly having not bathed or been out of the room today, as was often the case he didn’t have classes on Tuesday or Thursday.

“That cats been out for a while now…. but I must say,” Mom said standing up in front of me, “It’s nice to finally meet Samantha face to face.”

Embarrassment slowly gave way to joy and I threw myself into my mothers arms hugging her tightly. I held onto her for a few moments tears welling up in my eyes before I pushed away from her my brow furrowing in confusion. “It’s Thursday,” I said, “I didn’t think you were coming till tomorrow.”

“I wasn’t doing anything today and decided to make the drive early, I called you earlier but you never responded.”

I suddenly remembered my phone, it must still be in the park I would have to go look for it later. I wasn’t ready to share the details of that encounter with my mom or anyone else really, “I lost my phone” I said.

“Oh dear I’m sorry! We’ll go shopping for a new one tomorrow,” she said with a comforting tone. She held me at arms length and looked me up and down. She looked great as usual, Long thick brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, with brow length bangs longer towards the ears framing her beautiful face. She looked thinner maybe, once tight jeans hanging loosely from her wide hips a leather belt with a big brass buckle keeping them up. A sexy white button up blouse, unbuttoned enough to show her lacy beige bra neatly cupping her full breasts and freckled cleavage. Her turquoise pendant completed a very grown up country mom look, she was barefoot I noticed having kicked off her platforms near the foot of the bed she was sitting on. “Sooooo…” she said with a smile, “Are you and Jacob a ….”

“NO!” Jacob and I both blurted out in unison.

“I mean, we’re you know just …” I began.

“We’re REAL close…”

“He’s like a…”

“We know everything about each other…”

“It’s complicated!”

Moms face darted from one of us to the other like she was watching a tennis match as our jumbled explanations spilled out over one anothers remarks, at once dispelling and confirming her suspicions that we were indeed at the very least fucking, as she put it. While not at all untrue certainly not what she would think or want the nature of our relationship to be. After all, I had just sucked off a stranger in the park half an hour after getting porked by my karate instructor.

“UGHH,” Jacob groaned head again in his hands as he seemed to drown in his embarrassment.

“OK, OK I’ll leave it alone” Mom said with a smile, “ You guys want to come get a bite to eat with me? I’m ravenous” she said looking over at Jacob as she said it with an approving eye.

“No Ma’am I already ate and I gotta study I should probably take a shower too I haven’t been out today been working on a project and and setting up some equipment for photographing… stuff I am gonna go get that shower now we can’t be out of the room after 11 or 10 I mean so I should go…” Jacob continued spewing words from his mouth as he gathered his shower gear from its various locations and flew from the room as if it were suddenly on fire.

I scrunched my shoulders and looked up at my mom digging at the floor with my toe. “I could eat,” I said. I hadn’t had anything to eat since lunch, except for an impromptu protein injection in the park. I had completely gotten over the incident by now. My nerves settled I found myself very hungry. “I should change,” I said.

“Why bother, just us girls anyway.” mom said with a grin and slipped her sexy feet into her platforms, “besides its about time Samantha and I got to know each other.”

Feeling emboldened I grabbed a zip up long sleeve trainer, and looked in the mirror, I reached into my dresser and grabbed a small crossbody handbag threw my wallet and some lipstick in it and we were out the door.

We found a bar restaurant open late grabbed a booth in the corner when the waitress came over and dropped off menus she looked up and said, “Can I take your drink orders ladies?”

“I’ll have a Manhatten,” mom said without deliberation. “I’m buying, get whatever you want, sweetheart.”

There was that word again, not so bad when mom said it. “I’ll have a coke,” I said.

“Put some rum in that coke would ya” mom said and the waitress giggled. “You’re not letting me drink alone young lady.”

“Sure thing! I’ll get those drinks while you look at the menu,” the waitress said in a bubbly voice and bounced off towards the bar.

Waiting for a second as the waitress walked away mom looked at me knowingly.

“ How long have you known?” I asked.

“Somehow I’ve always known, you were always such a sweet child, never the boy I expected to raise. My brothers were always cruel and violent, not evil per se, but very masculine. But you were always so tender and soft, I love you for it. But it made me fearful of the life you’d have. I think that it suits you though, you are so beautiful, I don’t think anyone would ever suspect you were a boy under that look. You are so feminine even the way you walk you’re just lovely. Naturally woman…” She looked thoughtful as I blushed.

“I found your pillow stash of clothes when you were younger. I thought maybe it was just material for.. well you know… but one day I heard you in the bathroom talking to Samantha. I knew then you were more than… well …. more,” she paused.

Our drinks came, mine was spiked heavily, and we ordered food I told my mom so much about Samantha and being who I… was, the G-rated version mostly. I never use the word trans because I didn’t feel like I was transitioning just being who I was, not a boy, but not a girl. We talked and drank and ate and I felt like more than my mother I was sitting with a friend, my best friend. I had rarely felt so happy as I felt right now. We continued drinking after we finished our meals and before long I was quite buzzed and so was mom. A familiar old song came on the radio and mom said, “Lets dance I love this song!”

Despite my protests my mom drug me out of the booth and we joined the other few pairs of people on the dance floor swaying to the music. We held each other in the dimly lit bar talking quietly about old times while the music played. We bopped along with the tunes for a while and soon a slower ballad came on and mom drew me close. She leaned into my ear and whispered, “ I think the bartender is checking us out!” As we turned around, I could clearly see he was watching us dance as he wiped out some pint glasses. I wouldn’t call it blatant ogling but he was obviously watching the two chicks dancing together on his stage floor. Mom shot him a glance that made me blush and I felt her hands run down to my butt. She grabbed my ass in both hands and squeezed it hard. I was feeling a bit embarrassed, but Samantha was an exhibitionist at heart and soon my alter ego was leaning into it, putting on a show with mom for our apparent audience. Moms hands were wandering so I let mine as well, running them down her sides to her wide hips. I playfully gave her a spin and when she spun back into my arms I cupped her beautiful ass and gave it a squeeze. She faced me and threw both of her arms over my shoulders and positioned herself with her hips on mine her legs parted over one of mine, grinding her self into my softly, she leaned her forehead against mine and bit her lower lip.