Once a Nerd Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Once a Nerd Ch. 12

... He's finally reciprocating, he's even beentexting me first. I know it doesn't sound like much of a milestone, but it is with Sam.

It'shuge.

"Look, you don't have to say it exactly like that," John resumes. "But, if you're able to get her alone, lay it all on the table, itwould absolve Sam of any wrongdoing. You've been the instigator from day one. It just depends on if she can get over your age and history."

"Mm."

Lying isn't really an option with Jane. For one, we're all from the same town. I never had reason to run into her, but she might remember me. She lived there up until two years ago, when Sam's dad passed. Even if she doesn't remember me, like John said, my face is plastered all over ESPN. If she's ever in a bar or restaurant with big TV's, she'd know exactly who I am:"Up and comer out of the MWC, Dean Saunders, a nineteen-year-old freshman at Fresno—"

With strangers, my age being known is irrelevant because Sam'sisn't.

Jane isn't a stranger, and she knows exactly how old her only child is. I'll have to be honest and sincere, without Sam knowing. He'llnever, ever introduce me to her, at least not until I'm close to thirty myself. I don't want to sneak around his mom for an entire goddamn decade. But, the only way I'll be able to meet her is on campus. That's another drive to Berkeley, all without Sam's knowledge. Then, there's the big, fat possibility that shewon't be okay with my age or our history. She could beso not okay with it, it ...

... backfires onto Sam. I can't just...threaten her into acceptance.

...can I?

The risks might outweigh the benefits on this one. It's a little too far out of the realm of my control. If I destroy his relationship with his mom, it's game over.

"Damn." I grumble, but John's already swished back towards the desk—both buds in place. It's almost time for my nightly call with Sam anyway. If I'm subtle enough, maybe he'll be willing to provide some detail about his mom's personality. Thanksgiving, family—those topics would run right into each other. It wouldn't be strange to bring her up. I'll admit, my reasons for all this are a little selfish. We both only get three days for the break, but he's sure to want to spend the holiday itself with his mom. Maybe Black Friday, too.

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. Those arethree whole extra days I could spend with him. Same goes for the upcoming winter break. With Jane in the dark, Sam desperate to keep it that way, that's all out the fucking window. Exams are in between the two breaks, so our time might already be interrupted as is.

My phone starts shuddering atop the desk where I'd left it to charge. Swiping it, I balk at the sight of Sammy's name and face taking up the screen. Fear lashes in my chest, as my first instinct is—something'swrong. He's never initiated a call before. Slapping it to the side of my head, I exhale a rushed, worried greeting:

"Hey, is everything okay?"

"...what? Yeah, everything's fine. ...