Senior Moments

Senior Moments

By Jax_Teller

I was 18 years old and in less than a month I would start my senior year in high school. I was going to be on my own most of the time from now on. My mother had died after a long battle with cancer in July. Dad moved us to his home town where we had family. My father met Nikki Harrison when we were moving in and being neighborly she helped us move in; they talked about all the folks they knew in common. I met David Nikki’s son and we hit it off immediately, talking about the newest video games and movie releases.

Nikki offered to keep an eye on me and my dad said that I wouldn’t need it. In the short time before school started Nikki’s son became like a brother to me, and we quickly grew to be best friends. He was a just over a year younger than me, an only child to a single parent, some-what like me, now. David’s father had left his mother before David had been born and David never met him.

My father got home for a week end once before school started and he took David and me fishing. David was happy to have adult male companionship outside of school. I was happy he stocked up on food in our house before going back out on the road. He also had “The Talk” with me, and basically he told me I was 18 and on my own, that if I decided to have girls over he wouldn’t get upset with me, and he went into very specific real details of “personal protection.”

He told me that if I was going to have sex to be safe, no babies, no diseases. He said other than that that I should always make sure the girl is my age or older, no jail bait as he called it, and said “there‘s a reason it’s called JAIL BAIT Son.” I told him that I was confused and teased him by asking if the same rules applied if I wanted to have sex with boys. His reaction was priceless, he started to get upset and then realized I was fucking with him, but thinking quickly he threw well if you swing that way.

We laughed and I told him that I got it. Then I got serious on him and said that I understood that as a man he would have needs too, and that he should take care of them. I told him that my mom, his diseased wife wouldn’t want him to be celibate. He said that he’d do his best but that he wasn’t looking or even ready yet. I told him I knew that, but while we were having the talk I figured I should let him know upfront. We both agreed to be brutally honest with each other, no lies, no protecting each other with white lies and no leaving any details out or not saying something to keep from telling the truth. We hugged as we had done many times since my mother died; it felt like we were closer than we’d ever been before.

Once my father went back out on the road, I was alone for the first time in my life. I established a routine; I got up, showered, dressed and on school days went to the Harrison’s for breakfast. One school morning, two months into the school schedule, I was up earlier than usual as my father had called from a truck stop to let me know he was out west and caught in a snow storm. As a result he wouldn’t be home for a few more days than expected. This was not all that unusual being an over the road truck driver.

I went over to the Harrison’s and shoveled their driveway and side walk. I looked at the time on my cell phone and it was about the time I usually went over for breakfast before school so I went up to their door and it was unlocked which was their way of letting me know it was ok to come in. I went in and sat down at the kitchen table. Nikki came down to the kitchen in her bathrobe which was strange.

Most days Nikki was in the kitchen making breakfast by the time I came over, but this morning she was just coming downstairs. I figured the earlier waking time because of school must have been throwing her off. I watched as she went about getting the coffee maker set up and started making breakfast. David was still upstairs in the shower and the radio was playing some hair band music that Nikki was swaying to as she moved about the kitchen.

I had been going to their house in the morning for breakfast before school, while waiting for the bus to come, since school started two weeks ago. I watched Nikki as she set about cooking eggs and bacon, and I noticed the robe she had on, a near to floor length house coat type robe, was loosely tied at the waist. As she worked I would get quick glimpses of the front of her naked body under the robe.

Nikki Harrison was 35 yrs. old, had blond hair down her back almost to her butt. Her body was average in proportion, and she was what most would consider attractive. I usually got to see her after she was dressed and ready for the day, wearing light make up, her hair tied up in some fashion, and frankly she had never caught my eye as a sexual being with needs. To me she was a friend and my new best friend’s mother. This morning though I was seeing her more as a real person and one who was sexually attractive to me especially without being all made up.