It was Saturday, April 2nd, and I thought Mom was playing a delayed April Fool's joke on me. I'd spent Friday night watching Simone for Anza, which was becoming a somewhat regular thing. Then Saturday morning, we worked out on the pitch with Mika and the girls. It was late Saturday afternoon when I returned home from my workout. Mom asked me to sit down on the sofa because she had something important to tell me. I was worried she had some disease or someone had died, but she told me about Michelle's big promotion at work. I listened and didn't interrupt as Mom told me what happened. Michelle's proposal wasn't romantic at all. She wanted Mom to marry her, and then they'd move to Connecticut or move and then get married. I thought proposals were supposed to be romantic, but it sounded like Michelle made it more like a business proposition instead of a romantic proposal. I could tell by the way Mom worded it and the tone in her voice that it was something she really didn't want to do. I didn't want to make her feel like she had to stay here because of me. So, I lied and told her I was happy for her and Michelle.

I told her I'd be fine. I was eighteen and had been accepted to a private college on a full scholarship, thanks to Anza. I also had a better idea of what I wanted to major in. After we talked about it, I went to my room and closed the door. I called Mika, and we talked about Mom's situation. I tried to hold back my tears, but Mika and I ended up crying anyway. I didn't want my wonderful mother to marry Michelle. I knew she couldn't be trusted, being faithful to Mom. Mainly because I knew about her infidelities firsthand, I was one of them. However, I didn't want to hurt Mom and tell her Michelle and I fucked, of course, I didn't tell Mika that either. I only told her that I had a bad feeling about Michelle. We talked about where I'd live if Mom actually did move. I figured on campus or maybe an apartment, but it was a ways off, and I had time to decide if it all came to that. Mika and I didn't resolve anything, but I felt better talking about it.

That evening, Mom and I ordered Chinese take-out and lounged around watching movies. We didn't talk about Michelle's offer because neither of us wanted to cry. When the movies were over, I headed off to bed after kissing Mom good night. I was lying in bed, unable to get to sleep, when I overheard Mom on her phone telling Michelle she'd decided not to move with her. I heard a lot of crying, but I didn't know exactly what to do or say to her. After she went to bed, I was still wide awake, wondering how I could make things better and take her mind off her troubles.

I got up, undressed, and then went to her room and joined her in bed. Mom was very surprised and basically told me to go back to my room. But I didn't. I gently persuaded her to let me make love to her. I wanted to comfort her and take her mind off of Michelle. She was still reluctant and reminded me we'd never do that again, but I snuggled next to her and then started kissing her neck as my hand played with her nipple. Mom was a goner, and we ended up making love and sleeping together despite our agreement to never do it again.

In the morning, during our shower together, Mom surprised me by rimming me. She started off innocently soaping me down as we talked about the night before, then one thing led to another, and it happened. I was shocked that I completely enjoyed it. When we finished our shower, I was in a very loving mood and suggested we stay in bed for the rest of the day and make love. Mom nixed that idea, but we spent the day together being mother and daughter. Something we hadn't really done in a long time.

Wednesday, Mom and I took my paperwork back to the university and met with Coach Bello. We scheduled a tour of the campus, then headed home. Now all I needed to do was graduate from high school.

Over the next few days, Mom seemed to be taking Michelle's leaving better. I didn't mention her name when we talked, which I think helped. She didn't say anything about her either, and I thought she would because they work out at the same gym. So, I guess another chapter in our lives closed. I'll miss Michelle a bit, and I hope she never tells Mom we fucked. That's the only thing I worry about with her leaving.

Our 'official' campus tour was on a Saturday after my workout with the girls. Mom and I met an assistant coach, Ava. I would guess she was probably in her thirties, about five feet five, with really short brunette hair, and kinda cute. She greeted us on the pitch, and then we walked around the athletic facility with her as she explained a typical practice. Mom and I both asked questions, and she was happy to answer them. I told her about my soccer experiences, and she said she knew some of the girls I played with. Then mentioned she'd been sent out to observe my Saturday workouts. She said she was impressed with my footwork and ball handling. I blushed and thanked her as we continued the tour. Mom asked all sorts of questions about sororities, campus housing, how late practices ran, and a bunch of other things I didn't pay attention to. Ava was nice and answered even the silliest questions Mom asked; well, I thought they were silly.

After the tour, we both thanked Ava. She said it was a pleasure meeting us and was glad I decided to attend. The last thing Mom asked was about Summer practices. Ava said that those aren't organized by the school, but I should expect a call from her or one of the players to let me know when and where. They were off campus and completely informal, but very focused. Ava said she hoped Mom would come and observe if she was available. The university takes pride in involving the parents as much as possible. Since we're locals, Ava hoped Mom would come to the games and sit with the other parents and relatives. She also said, they're a great group, and she thought Mom would enjoy it.

As far as the off-campus practices, all the incoming players would be notified, and it's great for team building. When she finished, we thanked Ava for the tour, and I told her I was looking forward to practicing with them. Ava grinned and said she liked my attitude, and I was going to love playing for the university.

On the way home, we talked about all the things we saw and heard from Ava. We both liked her and hoped the rest of the coaching staff was as nice. I mentioned to Mom that I'd narrowed down what I'd like to major in and minor in, kinesiology as a major and psychology minor. I told her I don't have to declare right away, and I'd talk to a counselor before I start taking core classes in a couple of years.

Mom smiled and said, "You're not excited at all, are you?"

I laughed and replied, "I'll slow down a bit, Mom."

She turned to me briefly and said, "You're fine, sweetie. I like seeing you this way. It makes me happy that you're happy."

Then I remembered my graduation party, "Mom, are we having a lot of people over for my party?"

She thought for a moment and replied, “As many as you want, within reason.”

I said, “I think just a few, like Mika and her family, Anza and Simone, a couple of my teammates, that's about it, I guess.”

Mom smiled and said that was fine, then asked me to invite everyone, and she'd take care of the rest.

Two out of the four Friday nights in May, I was over at Anza's watching Simone. I was getting pretty good at at least getting a tie with her in that video soccer game. Anza was always dressed to impress when she went out, and I made sure I was up when she got home so we could talk. I came to realize Anza wasn't flirting with me. She was just a warm and caring woman who seemed to relate to females better than some, if that makes sense. She talked about missing her runs with Mom while Simone practiced her soccer with us. Anza also wondered why Mika had been missing some of the workouts because Simone missed her. I told her I had no idea why Mika was absent, but she was coming to my little graduation party with her family, so maybe I'd find out.

The rest of May was routine, going to class and counting down the days until graduation. I did talk to Brandi more because she sort of stopped flirting with me. We traded phone numbers, which I hoped I wouldn't regret. She didn't text me often, but it was mostly about school when she did.

Finally, June arrived.

My graduation party was in the early evening on the Saturday of graduation. Mom had decorated the house, we had cake, and of course, presents. When I invited Mika and her family, I didn't specifically mention Kai, figuring she probably wouldn't attend a party for me, but she arrived alone, although she did walk in with Mika and the rest of the family. I hadn't talked to Brandi for over a week just before graduation. I was too busy and had other things on my mind. I wondered if something had happened, but then again, Brandi had also graduated and probably had her own family party to attend. I think it would be difficult for Brandi to explain how she knew Kai and their relationship. So, that might explain why Kai was at my party.

I had to giggle to myself when I pictured Brandi introducing her Mistress, Kai, to her parents. Then, explaining she wasn't a mistress, but a lesbian Dominatrix type Mistress. Oh, the look on her parents' faces would have been priceless. Those images quickly vanished as I greeted Mika and her whole family and thanked them for attending.

My two teammates couldn't make my small party, but Anza and Simone showed up, which delighted me. Mika's parents finally got to meet Mom, and they all seemed to get along. Kai was pleasant, which was nice. I think she flirted with Anza a bit, but Anza was polite and talked with Mika and her parents more than with Kai. Mom and Kai had a few little conversations because Kai knew about Michelle's career move. There wasn't any drama, which is always nice. We had a good time, and Mom fixed a really nice dinner for us. Oh, Noa was entertained by Simone and was loving the attention from just about everyone.

I just wished I could have snuck off with Mika for a bit, because I missed her. Hopefully, now that school was out, we could find time to enjoy each other.

Since Michelle and Mom's breakup, and now my graduation and being accepted at Saint Nicolas, a lot of stress I didn't know I had vanished. I only wanted to have some private time with Mika, because I had a feeling that when school started, there wouldn't be any time.

My party was nice, I opened a few gifts and talked with everyone about my future plans. We had dinner and then slowly said goodbye to everyone after thanking them for celebrating with me.

After dinner, I told Mom I was heading back to school for their Grad Party. My high school hosts a Grad Night Party at the gym each year. It's a chance to say goodbye to everyone in a safe and sober atmosphere. I had a few friends I wanted to see one last time before we all went our separate ways, so about nine, I headed back to school one last time.

When I walked into the gym, it was set up like a casino, with poker tables, bingo, roulette wheels, and places to just sit and talk. There were non-alcoholic drinks, plenty of food, and a DJ taking requests. I wandered around for a bit, talking with a few of my teammates, other students I had gotten to know, and some teachers. I really wasn't a social person during my years in high school, but I'd made a few friends.

I was talking to one of the assistant soccer coaches when I felt a soft tapping on my shoulder. When I turned to see who it was, there was Brandi, smiling at me. She opened her arms for a hug, then stepped forward to embrace me. I wasn't really expecting to see her and figured, what the hell, and hugged her back.

The coach I was talking with excused herself while Brandi and I hugged and went to talk with another student. I was surprised at how tight Brandi hugged me. I guess doing all those cheer things really builds up muscles. When she finally released me, we started talking.

Brandi asked if we could go someplace a little less busy to talk. She needed to tell me a few things that were very personal. I couldn't say no, so we sort of snuck out of the gym and found a quiet area outside in the bleachers facing the track. It was nice outside despite it being around ten at night. There was a half moon shining in the cloudless sky as I followed Brandi into the stands. We sat midway up a set of bleachers, tucked along the rail so we didn't stand out if someone looked up. That's where Brandi decided to bear her soul to me.

We sat on the same level, our legs almost touching as she apologized for taking me away from the party. I told her it was fine, I hadn't been there long and was just wandering around.

Brandi smiled and thanked me, then she began her lengthy story. She said when she first talked to me after discovering her true sexual self, it was because Miss Kai wanted her to spy on me. But after talking with me a few times, she realized I was truly in love with Mika and stopped giving Miss Kai updates.

She then confessed she flirted with me because she really did find me attractive, which made me blush. I told her she was very tempting, which made her smile. Brandi went on to tell me about some of the ladies she met, all older and Miss Kai's friends. The offer that Miss Kai mentioned about partially paying for her university studies never happened. So, she quit seeing Miss Kai and decided to come out to her parents. That was a major confession on her part, but she was inspired a bit by me and how I dealt with the rumors that I was a lesbian. Her parents weren't as upset as she thought they would be. She didn't tell them about Miss Kai, which was probably a good thing.

I'd never really heard any, and I didn't know people actually talked about me. I guess when you're not very social to begin with, you don't hear things like that.

As we talked, I could feel Brandi's hand resting on my leg. She'd softly massage it as we talked, sometimes using only her index finger, running it up and down my upper leg, or making little circles just above my knee. I have to confess her touch felt good, and made me a little mushy, if you know what I mean. It had been way too long since Mika and I had been intimate, and Brandi's touch kinda got to me.

As Brandi continued her story, she said she'd gotten an academic scholarship and some grant money to the local junior college, so she was going to get her general education courses out of the way, then try to attend a four-year university. She hoped we could remain friends and wanted to know if she could come to my soccer games when I started playing.

I was feeling a little bad for shunning her as much as I did, and I told her she was welcome to come watch and cheer for us. I also said that I was sorry for being so defensive when we did talk because I suspected Kai had something to do with it.

We'd probably been talking for about an hour, each of us clearing the air about how we felt about each other and some personal things. We decided to start acting like friends and socializing, which was a huge step for me. When we had that settled and I thought we were done talking, Brandi quickly planted a kiss on my lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was yummy. I was surprised at first, and once more Brandi apologized. She said she was feeling good about us and had been wanting to kiss me for a very long time. She also hoped that she didn't ruin our new friendship by being so spontaneous.

I giggled and told her it was fine, I didn't mind the kiss at all. It was sweet and made me feel good. So, she did it again, this time for a little bit longer than the first. When I didn't pull back or object, her tongue slipped between my lips, and her arm pulled me closer to her.

I know I should have stopped her, but I was horny. We sat in the bleachers making out for a very long time. Brandi would pause our kisses and ask me if I liked them. I told her I did and that it had been a while with me and Mika, so I was a bit frustrated like her. That made her smile as she said she wouldn't want to be the cause of Mika and me breaking up, but she really wanted to get closer to me.

I had to stop and think about what we were doing or about to do as Brandi sat waiting for me to figure it out. She didn't give me long to think as she nuzzled my neck, placed her hand over my crotch, and began rubbing.

I closed my eyes, enjoying her attention, and mumbled, asking her if she was really submissive because she wasn't acting like it. She whispered as she licked and toyed with my earlobe that with Miss Kai and her older friends, she was, but she'd also discovered that with girls her own age, she was a tiny bit dominant. Then she emphasized she was the captain of the cheer squad, after all. Then she said that I didn't seem to mind it and she'd stop if I wanted her to.

I was torn. I was feeling very yummy but also guilty for letting her do what she was doing. Her fingers rubbing me, combined with her lips against my neck, were melting me. It also didn't help that Brandi kept whispering sweet things to me, and about how she'd lusted for me over the past year. She told me she knew I was a good girl and she adored that about me.

I was about to cave and let her go down on me when a group of parents and students bolted out of the gym and onto the track. Luckily, the field lights weren't on, and they didn't notice Brandi and me up in the bleachers. Apparently, a fight had broken out between a couple of guys, and it had spilled outside. Brandi and I stopped playing around, but before we snuck back down to join the crowd, Brandi kissed me on the lips one last time. She said she'd see me again this Summer, and then once we were back on the field, she vanished.

My heart was beating out of my chest as I neared the crowd, and when I got there, it was all over, with the chaperons ushering everyone back into the gym.

I hung around a little while longer, talking with a few other students, a couple of teachers, and then called it a night around midnight. When I got back home, Mom was asleep, so I closed my bedroom door and masturbated, imagining Brandi, Anza, Mika, and me doing all sorts of fun things together. It was one of the best self-induced orgasms I'd had in a very long time.

In the morning, I told Mom I saw Brandi at the Grad Night thing. I didn't remember if I talked to her about Brandi, so during breakfast, I gave her the entire story. When I told her Brandi and I made out for a bit, she wasn't surprised. I figured she would be since she knew I'm in love with Mika. But she understood that sometimes we all get a little horny, and if the right person notices that, well, things can happen. It's how affairs start. She promised she wouldn't tell Mika, and I thanked her. She also mentioned she might know someone who could be a match for Brandi, but she didn't elaborate. I was sort of thinking it might be Mom, but it seemed too soon after Michelle to start a new relationship. But, then again, I'm pretty new to all of this stuff and still learning.

About a week after graduation, I got a call from Coach Ava. She said there was an informal 'get together' at a local park and that I was invited to meet some of my teammates. I thanked her after adding the date and time to my calendar. I also added the coach's number to my phone so I wouldn't mistake her calls for spam. After I hung up, I texted Mika to let her know, but I didn't receive a text back.

When Mom got home from work, I told her about the practice session, and since it was a weekday, she wouldn't be able to go with me, which was fine. I don't know what kind of first impression I'd make with my mother tagging along to watch.

Mom and I talked about it, and we came to the conclusion that it would probably be like meeting Mika's friends Ivy and Isabel for the first time. I was glad I told Mom, she always puts me at ease when I worry about things. I also mentioned I'd texted Mika, and Mom had several reasons why she hadn't texted back. The rest of the evening, we snuggled on the sofa watching a lame rom-com. It took our minds off the little things that were bothering us, well, for me it did.

Since I was out of school and not formally practicing soccer, I ran at least five miles a day and dribbled the soccer ball around in the backyard. I would have called Simone to work out with me, but she was in Summer school or some week-long Summer camp things that Anza had signed her up for. I was scheduled to watch her in a couple of weeks when Anza had another business dinner. I was really looking forward to seeing them both again and hoped Anza and I could have another late-night talk. I enjoyed talking with her. She was like Mom and didn't talk down to me like some other adults did. It was like we were actually friends, and I enjoyed that.

I still hadn't heard from Mika since my grad party, and that made me worry. I didn't want to pester her with multiple texts each day, so I kept busy with my workouts and looking at the course schedule for Fall. I'd scheduled a meeting with a guidance counselor, but that wasn't until the first part of August. I thought most of my stress had vanished, but now things that I no longer had to worry about were being replaced by other things. If this was what being an adult was about, I certainly wasn't prepared for it.

Of course, I could have called Brandi, but that would have opened up more problems than it would have solved. I wondered now and then who Mom thought might be a good match for my little switch friend. I learned that term online when I was bored and had a fleeting thought about Brandi and her tight little ass. That led to another masturbation session, which was becoming more frequent and more frustrating.

At last, my workout day arrived! I was about fifteen minutes early arriving at the park. There were two girls about my age hanging out near one of the portable goals on the park's pitch. I grabbed my bag and walked over to them, and was greeted by a pair of lovely smiles. When I shyly asked if they were from Saint Nicolas, they both giggled and said they were. I was so relieved as we introduced ourselves. They were both juniors, Cora, a tall redhead, the same height as me, who was one of the goalies, and Aveline. Aveline was a midfielder about five feet five with short brunette hair and a cute little heart tattoo just below her right ear on her neck. I could see it because she had tied her hair up in a ponytail.

We stood around talking, getting to know a bit about each other, waiting for two others to show up. Since they knew each other, it was them getting to know me, and well, me them, obviously. About ten minutes later, Chaise, one of our strikers, whose brunette hair was in a cute bob. She was a sophomore, and Kaya, a new freshman like me, another striker, who had very long straight black hair and was Asian Indian.

More introductions were made, and we talked a bit before Cora laid out our workout plan. We ran and stretched to warm up, then went through drills, talked, took a water break, and then more drills. It seemed the whole workout went by in a flash. Kaya and I made a few mistakes, mostly because we were new. Cora didn't yell when we screwed up, which was nice, and we all got along. When it was all over, we sat around talking more. I know I'd only met these girls a few hours before, but if the rest of the team was this nice and as dedicated, it was going to be a great group.

We exchanged phone numbers, and Cora handed out a list of planned workouts. She also said we were free to get together with other friends if we wanted. Official training didn't start until school began, so we should have fun, get to know each other, and have a great Summer.

As everyone was getting up to leave, Cora asked if I could stay for a few minutes. I told her I could, and we sat back down. She waited until the others were out of earshot, then said, "You did really well today, Megan. It makes me glad, and I think you're going to fit right in. Just so you know, I was one of the scouts Coach Bello sent out. Umm, I was wondering, umm, are you out? I saw you and another girl kissing after a couple of the practices. I was just curious."

I thought about her question for a second, then replied, "Thanks, Cora. I think I'm going to enjoy going to school at Saint Nicolas, and I really like how we all seemed to bond on our first practice. Umm, as far as being out. I've never actually told anyone I'm gay. Nobody has asked me, to be honest. I guess I am, because I've never been with a boy. Why do you ask?"

Cora cleared her throat, then said, "Like I said, I was just curious. The team is very diverse ethnically. I wanted to let you know that if you get any, and I mean any, harassment from anyone on the team or at school, be sure to report it. The school and Coach Bello take that sort of thing very seriously."

I smiled then replied, “Oh, okay. Umm, are you gay?”

Cora grinned, "I don't do labels, but I would use 'fluid' if I had to label myself. I don't date teammates because it can cause a lot of drama and heartbreak. I experienced it when I was a freshman, and I vowed never to do it again, no matter how attracted I was to someone. So, with that said, have a great rest of your day, and welcome to Saint Nicolas. Again, you're a great fit for the team. Have you ever thought about being a goalie? You're certainly tall enough and extremely quick and agile, Megan. If it's something you might want to try, I'll ask Coach Bello to consider it. But it's all up to you. We already have me and, of course, Imani. But having someone else train is a good idea."

I grinned, "I've never thought about being a goalie, but thank you. I'll think about it, but I wasn't recruited for that, so we'll see. I don't want to cause any friction, especially since I'm new. I'll leave it up to Coach Bello. I just want to play and be a benefit to the team. I know that sounds cliché, but it's how I feel. Take care and see you at practice. If someone harasses me, I'll be sure to say something. I hope that doesn't happen, but it's good to know there's support."

We both got up and walked to our cars, chit-chatting along the way. When I got in my car, I noticed my heart was racing. God, she was hot. Tall like me, a redhead like Mom, and a killer body. But she had her policy, and I wasn't going to tempt her. It was a good thing I had Mika, if only she'd text me or something.

A few days went by, and I still hadn't heard from Mika, and I was really beginning to worry. I texted her a few more times, left voicemails, and still nothing. It had been three weeks since I last saw her at my party, and I thought about driving by her house when I heard a car in the driveway. The doorbell rang, and there stood my lost love, with evidence of tears streaming down her cheeks. I invited her in, and we immediately embraced and kissed, long, slow, and passionately.

When we finally parted, I asked what was wrong as we walked to the living room so we could sit and talk. Through her tears, Mika explained that her parents were moving out of state, and she and Noa had to go with them. She'd asked Kai if they could live with her, but Kai refused for various reasons. Since Mika didn't have a job and was totally supported by her parents, she had no choice but to move with them.

That's when we both started crying. I asked why she couldn't stay with Mom and me, and she said her parents would file for custody, and she wasn't going to risk losing Noa to them. She thinks they figured out our relationship, combined with a job offer for her dad that he couldn't turn down, which meant an early retirement for him. There were other excuses, but Mika really had no choice. She didn't hate her parents, but she was very upset that this was all happening. She only had one year before she got her degree, and now she'd have to deal with a new university and all that entailed.

After she told me her story, Mika and I hugged each other until our tears dried up. Then we kissed again, with more passion. When we caught our breath, I stood up and reached for her hand. Mika knew where we were going and smiled. We walked hand in hand to my room, where we kissed some more, and slowly undressed each other. We took our time, exploring, kissing, touching, and talking to each other about how much we loved each other.

After we were naked and all worked up, Mika lay down on my bed, and I joined her. Again, we took our time cuddling, kissing, licking, and talking. I was on top, and my sweet Mika asked me if we could climax together. She didn't say it out loud, but I figured she was pressed for time and maybe snuck out to see me. I told her we could, so we moved into a sixty-nine position and began making love.

We kept telling each other, between soft kisses and licks, that we missed being together. It was surreal not wanting her to go, yet wanting to make sure her climax was simply amazing and that she'd never forget me. I think Mika wanted that for me also, as she played with me, gradually bringing me to an intense orgasm that matched the one I gave her.

It wasn't quite at the same time, but Mika and I both had intense orgasms. Our bodies shook, and I nearly fell off her while shaking. We both giggled as I rolled off of her to lie next to her.

When we calmed down, we lay cuddling and crying until Mika said she had to leave. We both dressed and held hands as we walked to the door to say our last goodbye. We kissed once again before my first real love walked out of my life, but not out of my heart.

When Mom arrived home, she found me in a fetal position on the sofa, sobbing. She dropped her purse on the floor, sat on the floor in front of me, and asked what had happened. I told her through my tears about Mika coming over and telling me she was moving away. Mom comforted me as best she could as we cried together. I told her it reminded me of my Dad leaving us. Like someone pulled my heart out of my chest and threw it away, she said I'd be fine because we had each other and we always would. I almost thought she was going to take me to her room and make love to me. But that didn't happen. Instead, we dried our tears, and Mom ordered out for dinner. We continued talking through dinner and into the evening, and finally, before bed, I had calmed down before telling her goodnight.

It took me a long time to get to sleep, because the tears returned. I finally cried myself to sleep and woke up as Mom was telling me she was heading off to work the next morning. I told her I loved her as she walked in to kiss me goodbye. She asked if I was okay, and reluctantly, I said I was, but she knew I really wasn't. Off to work she went, and I gradually got out of bed, ate, then dressed and went for a five-mile run. I thought about calling Brandi, but put that on hold, not wanting to start something I'd probably regret.

I resigned myself to masturbating for the time being and hoped I'd meet someone at school. Until then, I'd work out and get ready for the next phase of my life without my first real love, Mika.