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Dance of a Lifetime 12
Does Your Mother Know
by Frank Downey
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Sophia bounded down the stairs early the next morning. Her mother
sat in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Hi Mom!" Sophia said cheerfully. 

"Why good morning, Soph. What are you doing up so early?"

"Oh, yeah, that's right, I forgot to tell you. I'm skating
again."

"You are?"

"Yeah," Sophia smiled broadly. "With Warren. I found out he used
to be a competitive skater, too. In singles. He stopped competing
because he never mastered the jumps, but still took lessons. He
took me with him last week, and I suggested he try dance. So,
we're going to take lessons and skate on Saturdays and see what
happens. Just casual for now, but I missed skating, and skating
with him is lots of fun. And he might not be much of a jumper,
but his basic skating is very strong. We're well matched
physically, not to mention emotionally"--her Mom smiled at
that--"so we're going to give it a shot."

Ellen Kovach was amazed. This was the longest speech she had
heard out of her oldest daughter in a long time. "Well, you seem
to be happy with the decision. I think it's great."

"I think it's great, too. And I'm just generally happy, lately.
Anyhow, Warren will be here, soon. I'm going to go meet him. See
you!" and she bounded out the door.

Ellen Kovach watched her daughter bounce out the door. My oh my,
she thought, Sophia was positively glowing this morning. And
Ellen had an idea why.


Sophia breezed back into the house shortly after one. "Hi, Mom!
You had lunch yet? I'm gonna make grilled ham and cheese. You
want one?"

"Sure, honey, that would be nice." Ellen Kovach was amazed. "You
want me to cook it?"

"Nah, I got it."

"How was skating?"

"Great. It was only our second time together, so we're still
trying to get basic steps down, but he's a very quick study,"
Sophia said. Ellen noticed a little gleam in her daughter's eye.

There was a knock on the door. "Soph? You home?"

"Come on in, Jess!" Jessie entered and took off her jacked.
"You're just in time," Sophia continued. "Want some lunch? I'm
doing grilled ham and cheese."

"Sure. Hi, Mrs. Kovach."

"Hi, Jessie."

"What, Soph, you cookin' for everybody? When the hell did you
become so freakin' domestic?"

"Ah, `snothin'. I was making for myself, so why not make for
everyone?" Sophia hummed a snatch of some song or other. "It's no
big deal."

Jessie looked at Ellen. "What has gotten into her? My best friend
is positively bubbly!"

"I dunno, Jess. She's been like this all morning. She woke up
like this, if you can believe that!"

Jessie snorted, "It's this whole `she's in luuuuuuuv' thing. It's
positively disgusting, I tell ya."

Ellen laughed. "Oh, I think it's more than that. She's been in
luuuuuuv, as you put it, for a month now. Nope, this is
different. In fact, I'd be willing to put money down that we are
looking at a girl who had her first orgasm last night." And she
winked at Jessie.

Jessie's jaw hit the table.

And Sophia's eyes widened, and she dropped the plate she had been
carrying, shattering it into multiple pieces on the floor.
"MOTHER!!!!!" 

"Oh, come on, Sophie, do you think I'm stupid? I know you're not
a virgin. Do you think I bought that story you handed me last
year--here, sign this, so I can go on the pill for "medical
reasons"? Yeah, right. In fact, I'd be willing to wager that
you've been having sex since.......what was his name, Dork?"

Sophie just stared in disbelief. Jessie cracked up. "Dirk, but
Dork is close enough, believe me."

"Right," Ellen continued. "I also know that your previous
boyfriends were assholes. Assholes out of bed tend to be assholes
in bed. It takes a special guy to help a girl reach orgasm.
Believe me, I know. Warren's a special guy. So, I put two and two
together--added by the fact that you are glowing like a small
sun--and made a guess."

Sophia still couldn't believe it. "Since when did you get so open
minded?"

Ellen laughed, "I always have been to some degree. Listen, the
drugs and booze worry me, and your inability to use the brains
that God gave you in school frustrates me more than you could
possibly know. But I know what hormones are. I have them too, you
know. I wasn't much older than you are now when I lost my
virginity." Sophia stared. She never knew that. "No, I wasn't
really upset you were having sex--although I would have preferred
you had waited. No, I was upset with who you were having sex
with. I knew Scott was bad news from day one. Not that you
listened to me."

Sophia looked down. "I should have. Boy, should I have."

"Ah, well, no use crying over spilled milk--or broken plates."
They all laughed. "Trust me, dear, I have no such premonitions
about Warren. He treats you like gold."

"That he does. Mom, you're amazing. Thanks for being
understanding."

"Well, you should try me more. I'm more understanding than you
think. You just never communicate. That's why I brought it up. At
least I got a rise out of you."

Sophia laughed. "That you did. I think I'm purple right now." She
sighed. "I have to clean this up, I suppose. Where's the broom
and dustpan?"

"Hall closet."

Sophia turned towards the door. "Hey, Soph?" Jessie called. "Was
your mother right? Did Prep Boy actually give you your first
orgasm last night?"

Sophia stopped at the door, looked back at them, smiled, and
said. " My first......and my second...........and my third!" and
then walked down the hall.

Jess and Ellen looked at each other in amazement. "Oh, Soph,"
Jess said. "You don't suppose that Prep Boy might perhaps have a
friend, do you?"

---------------------

It was a few hours later. Jessie had gone home, and Sophia had
spent some time in her room reading. She came out to the kitchen,
fixed a pot of tea, poured herself a cup, and wandered out to the
living room, where her mother was watching TV.

"Made a pot of tea if you want some."

"Actually, that sounds lovely." Ellen went to the kitchen,
grabbed a cup, filled it, and went back to the living room.
"Mmmm," she sipped. "Earl Grey?"

"My favorite."

"Some things never change." Sophia chuckled. "What are you
reading?" Sophia showed her the book. "A Comedy Of Errors?
Shakespeare? I'm impressed, Sophie."

"Blame Prep Boy and his evil influence on me. He's got me hooked
on Shakespeare, of all things."

Ellen smiled. "He's got you reading again, he's got you skating.
Jesus, what else of your virtuous past has he managed to dredge
up?"

Sophia laughed. "Well, after we did.....you know....last night,
we came down here and he thoroughly whipped my behind at chess.
Boy, am I rusty at that. But it was fun to play."

"Well, I'd bet your mind wasn't completely on the chess game."

"That's no excuse, because neither was his. It might have been my
first orgasm last night, but it was his first anything."

Ellen stared. "Warren was a virgin?"

"Oh, he was more than a virgin. He'd never had his hand up a
girl's shirt before last night. He went from your basic kissing
to boinking me all in one night."

"And he made you come three times???????"

"I'm telling you, Mom, the boy is good."

"How did he last so long, if he was a virgin? That's unheardof!"

"Oh, only the last orgasm was that way. First two wereforeplay."

"Ay yi yi."

"Don't I know it." She took a sip of her tea, and sighed. "I
guess I can't quite believe that I'm not even fifteen years old
yet and I'm discussing graphic details of my sex life with my
Mother."

Ellen looked at Sophia wryly. "Sophia, any time that I can get
you talking to your mother about anything is a good thing.:"

Sophia thought about that for a minute. She sipped her tea, and
put her book down. She stared into space for a minute, and then
said, softly, "I guess I've been pretty rough on you the past
couple of years."

Ellen looked at her daughter. "It's been mutual. Neither of us
have been communicating. There have been so many things I should
have told you, long before this--things about myself. It might
have helped, but I didn't know how to go about it."

"What are you talking about, Mom?"

"I remember the first guy that made me orgasm. I was seventeen.
Like I said, I lost my virginity shortly after my fifteenth
birthday, but it took one special guy to make me orgasm."

"And you fell head over heels."

"You got it."

"What happened?"

"He got me pregnant before I even graduated high school, so I
married him."

"My father?"

"Your father. I was eighteen. When we were in bed, he made the
earth move. I thought I was in love with him."

"What ever happened with him? You've never told me."

Ellen stared into her teacup. "This is what I should have told
you long ago." She took a deep breath. "I think I did love him,
at least for a while. But sometimes pressure brings out the worst
in people. The pressure of a wife and child, at his age--he
wasn't even 21 yet when you were born--brought out his main
weakness. Booze."

Sophia paled. "Oh."

"It gets worse. The worst part wasn't that Brian was turning into
a drunk--it was that he was a violent drunk. I was eighteen years
old, had a little baby, and it was becoming part of my routine to
wait for my husband to come home so he could beat the shit out of
me."

"Oh my God."

"And I know you were too young to remember this, but you weren't
spared, either. He threw you around more than once." Sophia
stared, wide-eyed. "I was finally--*finally*--getting the
gumption up to try to get away from him, when he saved me the
trouble by leaving."

"Oh, God, Mom."

"Now you know." Ellen stared into her teacup. "And now you know
why I was such a nut when I found out you were drinking, and why
I got hysterical when I found out that Scott was beating you. All
I could think of was that you had inherited the worst from both
your parents--the tendency to drink, and the tendency to allow
yourself to get beat up. And I got hysterical. I didn't know what
to do."

"I understand why you found it difficult to tell me all this. I
wish you had, though. It might have helped me figure out why my
self-esteem was plummeting into my shoes. That was the whole
problem, you know. It started as a chip, and turned into a chasm.
And I kept chasing these guys that made me at least feel wanted,
in some small way, because I felt so unwanted."

"Oh, Jesus, Sophia. And there I was calling you every name in the
book, instead of trying to explain myself to you."

"Mom, I wasn't exactly receptive. Let's face it, it was a vicious
circle."

"It was hard, for both of us, I think. Hey, I never said I was a
perfect mother. I could have been better than I was, though. I
never really knew how not having a father affected you, and since
I hated your father at that point, I didn't handle it well at
all."

"Actually, I think your divorce from Charlie affected me more
than losing Dad, because I was too young when that happened. I
knew Charlie wasn't my father, but I liked him--still do. But,
since he's not my father, I never see him. He gets Tara and Eric,
because they are his kids, and I understand that. But he always
seemed to be a stabilizing influence. I guess I don't understand
that one, because it always seemed that Charlie treated you
well."

"He did. Unfortunately, there were a lot of other women he was
treating just as well."

"Oh."

"I forgave the first one. I even forgave the second one, against
my better judgement. The third one was the last straw."

"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry. I had no idea."

"How could you? You were ten years old."

"I wish I had known. I wouldn't have held it against you, like I
did. I thought he left because you were a shrew."

Ellen had to laugh at that one. "Yeah I figured that's what you
thought. And that was just another chip in your self esteem,
wasn't it?"

"I guess it was."

Ellen took a sip of tea, and thought. "Sophia, how can I help?
How can I help you see how wonderful you could be?"

Sophia smiled, "Just keep telling me. I'm more receptive to stuff
like that, now." They both laughed. "I'd like to talk like this
more, too."

"Anytime."

"And if you really want to bolster my self esteem, just be very,
very nice to Warren."

Ellen cracked up laughing. "Now, honey, it's called self esteem,
not Warren esteem. It's got to come from within. You can't get it
from someone else."

"I know. He doesn't give it to me. He just makes it easier to
find it within myself."

"Listen, I have noticed a growing self-confidence in you, ever
since the whole Scott thing. I take it you've been going out with
Warren since then?"

"About a week after."

"Right. So I've noticed the difference in you. I guess I'm just
hoping and praying that it's not superficial. I hope it's not
just Warren, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah. It's within me. It really is. But I don't think I would
have found it within myself without help, does that make any
sense? Warren isn't inventing anything that isn't there. He's
just shining a light on what is there. That light is crucial,
however."

"How's Warren's self-esteem?"

"If we're not talking about romantic entanglements, it's just
where it should be. Romance is another story." She smiled.
"Although that might have taken a bit of a jump last night."

"Unsure of himself?"

"Very."

"How did he get the gumption to take you to bed last night,
then?"

Sophia laughed. "He didn't. That was all me." She told her mother
about the note and the baby-doll nightie.

Ellen cracked up. "Oh, that was priceless. And that sounds like a
Jessica Reidel idea."

"Doesn't it, though?"

"So, you built up his self-esteem last night."

Sophia thought about it. "Yeah, but it wasn't me. It was him. His
self-confidence was boosted by my reactions, but I was reacting
to what he was doing. It was all him. Trust me, I wasn't faking a
thing. I was just reacting. Believe me, I didn't almost shatter
all the windows in my bedroom because I wanted to boost his self
confidence, it was because he made me scream."

"He made you scream?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call." Sophia
paused. "And then, at the end, he made me cry."

"Wow."

"If he got a self esteem boost from that, he earned it. And, you
know what? I think I have, too. Because he's just reacting. I'm
doing this. He's just there, being supportive, loving me, telling
me that I'm all right."

"I don't say this enough, Sophia, but you are more than all
right."

"Thanks, Mom." She thought about it. "You know, not only did I
set last night in motion--I'm the one that asked him to go out
with me. I don't think he would have ever done it."

Ellen laughed. "I think you're right. You are doing all this. If
you had the gumption to ask him out, and then take him to bed, I
think you'll be just fine."

"It's strength. If he's giving me anything, that's what it is.
He's very strong. The whole Prep Boy Nerd fa**e7**ade obscures
that, but he's the strongest person I know."

Sophia took a sip from her tea. "Thanks, Mom."

"For what?"

"For listening. For being understanding. I know that finding out
your little baby is a raging sex kitten must be a little
difficult."

Ellen laughed loudly. "I can think of worse things to be than a
raging sex kitten. And I think I'm figuring out that you're a lot
more than that, too. You're a pretty strong person yourself, you
know."

"I'm learning."

"You're doing just fine." Ellen smiled. "Warren coming over
tonight while I'm in work?"

Sophia smiled, blushing. "Uh-huh."

"Have fun."

"I don't think I'm going to get used to this."

"What? Your mother knowing that you're a raging sex kitten?
You'll get over it." They both laughed.

-----------------------------------

Warren came over after supper. He was sitting next to Sophia on
the couch, as Ellen was getting ready to leave for work. "You
guys all set?"

"Sure thing, Mom."

"OK. I'm working until 2AM or so again, so the house is all
yours. Try not to shatter any windows, and clean your own sheets
this time, OK?" She walked out, as Sophia burst into laughter.

Warren looked at Sophia. "What was that all about?"

Sophia grinned at him. "She knows, Warren."

"WHAT? How?"

Sophia related the whole story, and her two conversations with
her mother.

"Wow," said Warren when they were done. "And she doesn't mind?"

"No. Surprised me, I can tell you that. She really likes you, you
know."

"I know. I'm glad."

"I must admit I feel a little funny, doing it when my mother
knows I'm going to be doing it and all."

Warren looked at her. "You want to take it easy tonight?"

"Not on your fucking life." She got up off the sofa, and grabbed
Warren's hand. "Come on, Romeo. Let's go make some walls shake."

Laughing, they headed up the stairs.







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