The Education of Diana (ch. 03) - Sex Stories

The Education of Diana (ch. 03)

... "Yes, Mom?" "Hi, sweetheart. Come over and sit down. Please?" Sitting down, Diana wondered what was up. "So. Brad tells me something that's a little upsetting to me." "What, Mom? I mean, what's he saying now? You know I'm not doing anything wrong." "Honey, please. I'm upset with Brad. Not you. Listen. Maybe we've never talked about some things. I never thought we needed to. But, anyway. He just told me you're friends with someone he called a dyke. He's in his room now. He'll stay there, or in the house, for a week. He's grounded. I don't want to hear that kind of talk from my children. I really can't tell you how upset I am." Diana was almost in tears. Her emotions were so mixed up. At first she had feared she would be told to never see Tony again. Now she was about to cry because she loved her mother so much. And she was a little ashamed she had doubted her parents. They really were the best. "But, anyway. I guess it's not really my business. I'll just say this, dear. If your friend, Tony? If she's gay or whatever, I don't really give a fig. But I do want to make sure my baby girl isn't hurt. So, what kind of friend is she to you? I mean, is she a good friend? Oh, damn. I just want to know you're not going to get hurt." "Mom, please. You don't have to worry. Tony's nice. She's never done anything wrong. We just like each other. She's a friend. I like her a lot. I don't see why she'd ever do anything to hurt me. Really, Mom. No worries." "Good. Well, you know best. All I ask ...

... is that you be careful. But you're a lovely, bright girl. I know you'll make good decisions. And if you ever need to talk about anything, you know, personal? You just talk to me. Or your Dad. Either one of us. Okay, so go ahead and have a good time. I need to get to work." Diana got up and leaned down to hug her mother. Then she wiped the tears off of her cheeks and from the corners of her green eyes. She was out the door quickly, tripping down the steps from the porch. She was walking down the cobblestone covered street. Her basket was on one arm. Her cell phone let her know she had received a text. She searched and found it on the bottom of her basket. She saw that the text was from Tony. "Peek-a-boo. I see you," it said. She put the phone back in her basket, smiling. She saw a shadow appear beside hers on the concrete sidewalk. A hand took hers, and she knew it was Tony. "Hiya, DiDi. What's up little girl? Heading for the beach? Me too. I'm not surfing today. I just wanted to hang out. Yeah, I think I'll just hang out. You don't mind, do you? I guess there may be other guys around. That's cool. So, anyway, you wanna meet some people? From school? I think you'll like 'em. They gotta like you. You're my friend. They gotta like you. What's up? Why aren't you talking?" "You're so silly. Gad, Tony. Catch your breath! Sure, I'd love to meet people if they're cool." "I don't hang with people who aren't cool. You'll see. So, what's new? Reading anything good? I don't have a lot of ...