Tollie's Garden Pt.2 - Sex Stories

Tollie's Garden Pt.2

... didn’t know what. Mom came back in the kitchen, closed her phone, sat down with us and they continued their conversation. And again, I felt like I didn’t belong there, so I picked up my plate and mug, rinsed them. “See ya,” I said, and left the kitchen, feeling like my heart was going to burst. What was going on with me? I wondered, running back up the stairs to my room. I had never been so confused in my life and didn’t know what to do. When I got to my room, I called Janine and asked what she was doing today. I wanted to tell her about Tollie and what was happening but didn’t. She told me about a sale they were having at “Guys and Gals,” a really cool shop at the mall—did I want to go? I knew Tristan was working until five and wondered if we would get together, but for some reason, I didn’t want to go shopping, which was really unusual for me. I think part of me was hoping I’d spend some more time with Tollie, maybe even help him in the garden—something I knew nothing about, so I told Janine I didn’t feel like it. “Why?” she asked, shocked. “You always want to go shopping.” “I know. I don’t know why. I just don’t feel like it, that’s all.” “What’s with you, Sarah? You stayed home on a Friday night and now you don’t want to go shopping—what’s going on?” “Nothing, Janine. Nothing’s going on,” I said, knowing that wasn’t true then said, “Drop it!” “Okay, okay. Call me if you change your mind and I’ll pick you up.” “Yeah, okay.” I was anxious to hang up and be quiet. After I ...

... hung up, I looked around my room which was pretty messy, so I decided to straighten up, picking up my clothes from the chair, lining up my shoes in the closet, wondering why I had so many pairs of shoes when mostly I wore sandals or sneakers. I took all of my sweaters out of the drawer and folded them, realizing I wouldn’t be wearing sweaters now that it was June, but it felt good seeing them in the drawers so neat and so packed I could hardly close the drawers. Then I wondered how I would ever get all of my clothes to college in the fall. At that time, I wasn’t sure where I was going to go. I had been accepted at University of Vermont and Connecticut College and was on the waiting list at Colorado College, my first choice, so I couldn’t make up my mind and had to see which place offered me the most assistance. I thought about Tollie’s comments on college and how many people went because there weren’t many options, and how bored most people were, and how he hoped I’d find out what I love. I thought about how happy and content he seemed and why he had dropped out of the PhD program, and how here he was living in our carriage house, writing and gardening. Suddenly, I thought about my mom and how she had a crush on him and now I did too. Finally, I admitted it. I had a crush on an older man who seemed so above me and out of reach, but there I was. Tristan called during his break at the market and asked about getting a pizza and a movie. I said I wasn’t sure but call me later and ...