Mom by Karen Blayne

Oh bye the way, the red tape first.

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I'd noticed Shawn about, in the library, on the bus. He seemed kinda cute. Trouble was he always had his head buried in a book. I mean to say I like to read but I like to do other things sometimes as well. Besides which he listened to classical music on his CD player, I know because I snuck up close to him once and listened in.

I mean to say how do you get friendly with someone like that? The other guys just stayed away from him. I mean they talked to him sometimes like when you couldn't figure out how to write up your science project Shawn was the one you asked. He was quiet and went his own way. He tended to say exactly what he meant which was OK by me but wasn't quite so good on the social graces scale. A bit like me really I like to read and listen to classical music. I mean to say I listen to pop sometimes but the classical music relaxes me.

What to do?

I asked my mom. Well she's a bit like me and quite often has great ideas and what are Mom's for but to make sure their children are happy. "Mom how do I get to go out with a guy?” “Say yes when he asks you?” “Argh Mom even I'd not that dumb. How do I get him to ask me?” “Get his attention?” “Mom no one ever asks me out, I'm not pretty enough.” Mom peered over her glasses “Well I might be bias but I always think you're rather beautiful myself.” “Are you saying I should hit him over the head or some such?” She put her cross-stitch down “Oh dear, I suppose this guy is someone specific then?” “Well yes.” “Describe him.” “Well he's kinda quiet a bit like me.” Mom raised her eyebrows. “He's quiet, reads even more than you, listens to classical music on his Walkman and knows the right formula to use to get the answer in science projects.” “Sounds interesting, well I suppose I should have been expecting you to start taking an interest in boys at some time or other and now is as good a time as any I suppose. Have you looked through the list of concerts for this season? There's a series of Chamber music should we get another season ticket do you think?” Strange how Moms can change the subject.

Next day I'm on the bus when my mobile rings, its Mom. “Which seat is he sitting on?” I told her. When I got off, I noticed Mom in the Honda trailing the bus at a distance. God I was so embarrassed. I walked home and pretended I didn't know her. I made myself some food and then escaped to my room with the headphones on.

Thursday evening when I got home Mom told me I had two appointments, so grab my things. The first was to get measured up for contacts instead of glasses. The second was at the doctors for you know what. God I wished I'd never mentioned anything.

Monday I got my contacts, OhMyGod what a difference in the mirror. I felt much more confident in them I was so glad Mom had thought about them. Maybe I should have gone boy hunting earlier. When I got back Mom handed me a small notebook. She'd practically found out all the basics on Shawn. “Mom where did you get all this stuff?” “Oh I made a few notes when I looked at his room.” “Mom tell me you didn't?” “Didn't what?” “Like break into his room?” “No but I met his mother in the supermarket and it turned out that she knew Nelly before Nelly's first.” “Mom OK OK. I don't need the family tree or the cross network of friends.” “Well we got talking and she invited me back to her coffee morning. Whilst we were waiting for the others she showed me round the house and Shawn had left his door open so I had a peak. I just noticed what was on his CD rack, book shelves, oh yes he has a YMCA babysitting certificate on the wall, so he must like children.” She had a sort of dreamy look in her eye as she said that. “That was all. If you're not interested I can have it back.” “No Mom I am it just seems so so underhand.” “But useful?” “OK its gold dust.” “Good now grab your things we're going shopping. Oh the concert tickets are on the side.” “Mom there's like only two seats here, aren't you coming?” “Well no I thought you might like to go with someone your own age.” “OK but I can't think of anyone at the moment.” “I'm sure you will.”

We went down town to the lingerie departments. We stopped at the perfumery and tried some perfumes like we usually do; Mom even brought a bottle. Mom had me try on all sorts of fine bras that looked like they offer no support at all, fall apart at the first wash and wreck my clothes allowance for six months at least. Finally we settled on two that satisfied Mom's eye to show off my assets best as she put it and my practical side that said I wanted something that would wash at least twice. There were matching garter belts and I went red when she added them to the pile. “Mom girls don't wear things like those anymore. They're not fashionable.” “We aren't dressing you for fashion we're dressing you to attract Shawn's attention aren't we?” “Well yes but.” “Let's just try if I'm wrong and he doesn't like them I'll buy you some tights instead.” “OK.” We took two matching garter belts, six matching panties, six matching thongs, a dozen pairs of black nylons with seams and a dozen without. I'm certain the thongs would have been cheaper if they'd made them of fifty-dollar notes. The total was more than my dress allowance for the entire year. When Mom read the total even she raised her eyebrows but then she picked out something practically the same for herself. Mean while I’d seen the cutest tiny sheer baby doll nightdress with lace trim. Mom shrugged when she saw it and muttered “Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.” To herself. Then she turned to me and said as she put her selection with the others “Well your father hasn't had a treat for a while and it will distract him from the bill.” God the things she comes out with in public I just don't know what people will think. Oh and we stopped by the store that sells my school uniform and picked up another pleated skirt and pair of black shoes with slightly higher heels than anything I had but still under the school regulation height.

When we got back, Mom had me change into the new stuff, stockings and all, and one of my school blouses. There were a few stray dark hairs where my pubes strayed a little Mom just said tuck them under a little. I liked the way my dark hair showed off the pattern in the lace to its best advantage. Then we tried on the pleated skirt. Mom finally pinned it up about two inches lower than my stocking tops. Finally after it was all done, she got me to give my Dad a fashion parade. I did a little twirl in my skirt then Dad said had I really grown up so fast. He just started on the it seemed only yesterday speech when Mom led him off to their room saying they were going to have an early night. Parents they just don't understand that they're too old for that sort of thing. I went off to my room and admired my body in the mirror. Maybe it really wasn't so bad after all. I even practised sitting down and standing up so I didn't show too much, or at least more than I intended.

Next morning I got dressed for school. Mom really wanted me to wear stockings to school. It was so uncool. Or should I say cool at the tops of my thighs? I felt a bit unsure about the thong under the short skirt. I mean if I leant forward to pick something up it was indecent. Mom said not to worry. She brushed my hair out long and said to wear it long today not up. I asked if she thought I should wear any makeup but she thought not. Then she handed me a letter to be given to any teachers who raised any objection to the way I was dressed today and off I went. Well I tried my usual shoulder bag but it seemed to ride my skirt up so Mom thought my small backpack might be better today. As I left Mom gave me a small package and said I was to open it after school but before I caught the bus. It was amazing how much male attention I was getting on the bus. A man even gave up his seat for me; it was one of the side-facing seats so maybe crossing my legs wasn't such a good idea though. I think it must have been the contact lenses that made the difference.

At school I kept my legs well tucked under my desk. After the first class the teacher asked me to stay behind for a moment. “I don't think that is appropriate dress for school young lady.” I dug in my bag and pulled out the note from Mom. He read it through. “Do you know what this contains?” “No but Mom said I should give it to you if anything was said about my uniform today.” “Well technically she's right. Thirty years ago when the school uniform rules were drawn up black stockings were part of it. But black stockings with a such short skirt and yes I agree many girls wear shorter skirts than the one you are wearing. I don’t know. She talks about it being a small social experiment you and she are trying out. Let's hope it doesn't go on for too long. Perhaps if you were to put your glasses back on we might have a few less heart attacks.” “Yes sir.” I popped my contacts out and took out my glasses. Unfortunately I dropped the case on the floor so bent down to pick them up. “Whatever it is you're wearing under that skirt is I'm quite certain none uniform go on get out before I have a heart attack with you bending over.” “Yes Sir.” I scurried out.

You know I got asked out to five parties, two pop concerts and eight did I fancy a drive along by the river bank? Even the captain of the football team who has never been known to ask anyone out less than 36 C and two written references from other members of the team about your BJ ability asked me out, scary stuff. I politely refused them all. Oh Shawn what was I to do with you? The last bell rang. It would have to be on the bus. I popped into the girl’s washrooms so I'd have a mirror to put my contacts in with. Then I opened the package Mom had given me. Hey it was the bottle of perfume that I liked, Mom thought up the neatest things sometimes. She's the best. I applied a drop to my neck and wrists. She'd even put me in a set of jacks, no, no jacks just two of the rubber balls you play with. I took them out, like weird they were joined together with a cord and they felt like weird when they moved on my palm. Weighted jack balls? There was a scrap of paper with them. I couldn't believe my eyes to be inserted inside me? Oh well whatever. They jiggled when I walked. I was going to go back and take them out when I looked at my watch. Well if I was going to catch my bus I had to run. I ran and just caught it as the last person in the queue paid their fare.

The bus was more crowded than usual, even Shawn didn't have an empty seat by him, so much for my plans to spend the next thirty minutes on the bus next to him. Bother, I'd never noticed how much the bus vibrated as it went along before. I needed a nice soft cushion to keep me sane. “Hi Shawn is this lap taken?” OhMyGod had I really said that? “Err no, I suppose not.” “Thank you.” I sat down on his lap. He put his hand on my thigh to stop me sliding off as we went round a corner. “That's nice” I smiled at him. His thumb was resting on my garter strap. It seemed to take on a life of its own and gently rubbed back and forth across it. I melted against him and put my head against his. Suddenly I noticed it was my stop next. Where had all the time gone, all my plans for thirty minutes talk? I wasn't leaving him like this. I got up and took him by the hand and led him off the bus. “Where are we going?” Think girl, think quick. “I thought I'd repay your kindness by offering you a cup of coffee.” “I'd prefer tea.” See what I mean about the social graces? “Oh I think that can be arranged.”

I unlocked the door. Shawn followed me into the kitchen after we had dropped our bags in the lounge. There was a note on the fridge from Mom. She'd be back by five but to keep me from starving she'd made a Dundee cake and left it in the cake tin. Dundee cake why another Dundee cake I much prefer chocolate cake. I lifted out a tray and asked him if he'd like china teacups and saucers or a mug? He liked the idea of china. I showed him the different teas Mom had in the cupboard and he settled on a China one without milk. I had my usual very weak Blue Mountain coffee. I cut two slices of cake and carried the tray to the family room and put it down on the coffee table. Shawn sat on the sofa and I on the armchair opposite. “This cake is definitely very good did you make it?” “Not this one, Mom and I take turns to bake one each week, you'll have to come back next week to try one of mine.” I mean my chocolate cake isn’t bad and well a girl could have a couple of practice runs beforehand couldn't she? I crossed my legs. There was a sort of hesitant sound. “Your skirt.” “Yes?” “It's a bit short for school isn't it?” “Don't you like it?” I got up and did a little twirl and looked expectantly. “Very much and the stockings as well.” “So what's the problem then?” “It's just I want you to wear them just for me.” Me thinks he's getting possessive, purr, I put my head to one side. “Well I think that might be possible. Want to come upstairs to my room and listen to some CDs?” “Lead on.” Silly me, half way up the stairs I realized just what I was displaying I looked back. “Like my thong then?” At least he was embarrassed enough to blush. “I'll show you the matching set when we get upstairs.” My, I was blushing now.

He sat on the bed and I did a little strip tease for him. Well I undid my side zip on the skirt and let it drop to the floor. I think I definitely had his attention now. I walked across to him and asked if he could help me with the buttons on my blouse. His hands roamed under my blouse and across my bra. “Do you prefer to touch my breasts through my bra or.” I undid the front opening, “directly?” I let him fondle the left one until I knew between his stroking my breast and the balls jiggling inside me I was going to totally lose control any second. I backed away “Why don't you pick out a CD whilst I have a pee.” I walked to the bathroom in my underwear and took out the silicone coated balls. God I loved the effect but gee Mom I like to be a bit in control as well. I came back into my room and unhooked my stockings and very carefully laid them down. Then came the garter belt. Now at last I could put on a pair of comfortable jeans and coloured silk blouse. I sat on the bed beside him. “So what have you found?” He picked up the remote and the gentle waft of chamber music filled the room. He put his arm round me and we fell back across the bed listening to the music. When the CD finished he looked at me “I enjoyed that did you?” I nodded, “I think they have a concert in town next week would you like to go?” I'd just been asked out by the right person. I was in heaven. “Yes please.” “Best buy some tickets then hadn't I?” “Well actually I think I already have two we could use mine.” I dug out the envelope out of my draw and handed them across. “Are these the ones?” “Yes I think so. But there's tickets for the entire series here.” “Well would you like to come to the entire series?” “Does that mean we're going steady?” “Why don't you ask me that when we've gone to a few?” “Sorry I've never asked a girl out before.” “Sorry I've never been asked out before. You don't mind if I'm a virgin do you?” “Well if you don't mind if I'm one.” “Oh well we can learn together. At least we don't have to bother with condoms I never was very good at unrolling them over a banana it always seemed a bit silly somehow.” We both collapsed laughing on the bed. “Perhaps we ought to try a kiss first before we decide.” I decided about twenty seconds into that kiss, after four minutes I had to come up for air. “Did I pass?” He asked “can’t remember have to try another one.” I replied.

I heard the garage door opening. “Hey come down and meet my Mom.” I tucked his shirt back inside his slacks and found his tie for him. “Hi Mom meet Shawn he's taking me to the concert next week.” “Oh Hi. Shawn you wouldn't know anyone who has done the YMCA's babysitting course would you?” “Well yes as it happens I have.” “Would you mind babysitting my baby for me tomorrow, Friday night, her father and I have to go out and I don't like to leave her all by herself.” “Mom.” “Wouldn't you feel safer with Shawn here?” she asked innocently? I thought about it. “Mom.” “That's settled then, I suggest you come over for tea then you can do your homework together. Oh here's the car keys you might want to run Shawn home. We walked to the car I pressed the remote door opener but he held open my door for me. “What do you do on these babysitting courses?” “Oh how to put your charges to bed if they’re naughty and mouth to mouth resuscitation.” Sounded interesting. I thought about my new baby doll nightdress. “Oh Shawn I like my baby to be in bed by eight o'clock, and we won't be back until 10:30pm at least.” I mean what can you do with a Mom like that?