The Weekly Ritual - Sex Stories

The Weekly Ritual

... more, talking to me like a friend instead of just her daughter. We chat about all kinds of things these days - her frustrations at work, my high school drama, even more personal stuff like her feelings about Dad being gone so much for work. I know she gets lonely with him working nights so often.

In turn, I've started opening up to her about things I used to keep private. Just last week, I shyly confessed my crush on Sarah, the pretty blonde junior who plays clarinet in band. I was so nervous telling Mom that I liked a girl, but she just squeezed my hand supportively and said love is love.

"Well, they obviously don't understand how important your work is. Maybe you should organize some kind of demonstration to bring more awareness? I bet a bunch of us students would protest with you, get some signs going."

Mom laughs at my enthusiasm. "I appreciate the support, but this is just normal academia stuff Eves. I've been through this before. I'll twist a few arms, maybe write up a couple grant proposals to make up the difference, and everything will work out."

"Yeah, I know. You got this." I mumble ...

... through another delicious mouthful. A bit of melted ice cream dribbles down my chin. Before I can grab a napkin Mom leans over the counter and gently wipes it off with her thumb.

Her face is just inches from mine, and I catch the subtle floral scent of her perfume. Her bright blue eyes lock with mine for a brief second before she casually licks the ice cream off her thumb and sits back down.

I feel my cheeks grow warm and quickly avert my gaze back to my bowl. My heartbeat quickens from the unexpected contact, mild as it was.

Get it together Eva, I silently scold myself. It's just Mom doing her usual Mom stuff. I clear my throat, trying to regain composure. Feeling flustered, I change the subject.

Feeling flustered, I change the subject. "Oh yeah! So speaking of neuroscience," I say, my voice a little higher than normal, "today I was reading an article for my psychology class about oxytocin. It like helps people bond with each other. Apparently, women release a lot of oxytocin when they...um...like orgasm too."

I pause, a little embarrassed that I just threw out that random factoid. Mom looks...