Fire in the brown eyes, makes her look even more attractive, "Mom told me lots of things. A lot of them were lies. I don't live with her anymore. What happened?"
"We met in high school. We were exactly eighteen, virgins. We thought we were in love. Classic miscommunication. In one of our horny conversations, I thought she said she was on the pill. When the big day came, in my parent's bed, I didn't pull out. You know the feeling, first time, so amazing. After, she freaked, naturally. We decided to wait and see. You were already on the way."
She drinks again, the glass is empty, "another?"
"Sure."
She gets up, uncaring about being seen, takes my glass. The fabric clings to her firm ass as she walks away. Memories of her mother in a different time.
I watch her through the window, confid
