It took me a few days to shake off the clouds that hung over me due to Mika moving away. I texted Isabel, Ivy, and Simone to let them know Mika wouldn't be joining us anymore. I probably should have told them in person because my phone lit up like the Fourth of July. I told all of them her Dad got a great job offer, so they were moving. That's all I knew, and I told them to text or call her to find out more.

I knew I'd see Simone on one of the Fridays Anza had business dealings at the restaurant. I'd give her more details then, but I wouldn't tell her Mika and I were lovers. She'd probably figured it out anyway; she's pretty smart and observant. I doubted I'd see Ivy and Isabel again; they were nice, but we really didn't have anything in common except soccer and Mika. I had a feeling the university soccer practice and school were going to take up most of my life starting in September. I knew that would take my mind away from losing my first real love.

Having time off from school, no Mika, and working out gave me time to think. I hadn't been birding since Mom and I went to Costa Rica. I had a really nice camera and lenses sitting around collecting dust. So, I decided to go out walking and take pictures. I thought about inviting Simone, but Anza had her attending all sorts of camps during the Summer so she wouldn't get bored.

There were a couple of wildlife reserves near us, so I headed off to see what I could find. I knew it was Summer, and the birds were all done nesting and breeding, so they weren't as colorful. But they were still out there. It was a way to kill time and renew my passion for photography and birding.

While I was out taking pictures, I recalled our time in Costa Rica. I couldn't believe it had been a year and a half. Mom and I had gone through so much together, and it seemed like we'd become closer in more ways than one. At times, I wished we'd move someplace where nobody knew us and we could be together as lovers. But, there was that age difference thing, the same thing that probably ruined Mika and me. But I'll never know for sure.

At the reserve, I did get a few pictures. There were some late Mallard hatchlings swimming with their mom, which were adorable. I got a Bald Eagle pair perched at the top of a dead tree surveying their domain. All in all, it was a good day.

The rest of July was spent drilling and working out, with a couple of Friday nights watching Simone. Towards the end of the month, Mom and I had a talk about the couple she double-dated with Michelle. Mom confessed they swapped. I was floored. My mother was getting kinkier than I realized. I was sort of proud and then again freaked that she would do that. She also said the couple she and Michelle swapped with were like a Domme and a subbie. Mom got the Domme, Caroline and Michelle got their partners, Jen. I had no idea Mom was like that, even though she explained she wasn't that way, and they reached a compromise and didn't do anything kinky. Then I remembered that's how we met Anza and Simone, Jen was Simone's teacher at school.

That made me wonder what else Mom had been doing with Michelle. But I didn't ask because she never asked about Mika and me. So I guess that's fair. But the point was that I told her about Brandi being a switch, so she got an idea about setting the three of them up. I had to make a request that we hold a practice on a Saturday, so my Mom could attend. Most of the ladies were fine with it, but others had plans, so it wasn't the entire team, which is how our practices usually are.

They met us at one of the parks we use and were watching me and talking. Mom left them alone for a bit to use the restroom, or that's what she told them. Well, apparently, they talked and discovered mutual interests because Brandi texted me after a couple of days, and we got together to talk about it.

I met Brandi for coffee early on a Wednesday morning. Well, for her it was early, like eight, for me, I'd already run five miles and was wondering what I was going to do for the rest of the day. It was warm out for so early, that's why I'd already gotten my miles in. I was early for our little meeting, maybe ten minutes. I had ordered a Frappuccino-like drink because we weren't at the big chain coffee place. It was pretty good as I sipped and waited for Brandi. When she showed, she was dressed for hot weather like me, shorts, flip-flops, and a loose tee. When she saw me, she was all smiles as she waved and then went to order.

When she texted, I wasn't sure I wanted to meet. She was either going to bitch at me for setting her up or thank me. We did talk after that day out in the parking lot about getting together for coffee or lunch, but nothing solid. I didn't mention Mom had slept with Caroline or her and Jen's sexual preferences like the Domme, subbie thing. I figured they'd all get to it before too long. Mom and I just set the snowball in motion and let it roll down the hill to see what might happen.

So, when Brandi finished ordering, she joined me at the table. Well, first she opened her arms for a hug. I stood and we hugged, and as we did, she whispered that I looked hot and not the hot from the sun kind of hot. I blushed and thanked her, which made her grin and tell me I was adorable.

That was weird coming from someone my own age, but I didn't say anything. We sat down and started with some small talk until the Barista brought Brandi's drink. Once she left, Brandi asked me, “Did you know Caroline and Jen were in a unique relationship?”

I blushed then replied, "I didn't until my Mom told me after I'd mentioned you and I made out at Grad Night. I told her you were sort of guiding me. Then Mom mentioned Caroline and Jen had that type of relationship, and Jen was slightly depressed. She thought the three of you might have some, umm, common interests."

Brandi grinned, "Do you and your Mom tell each other everything? I'd never mention anything close to that to my parents. But, I guess you and your Mom have things in common, I don't with mine. But, anyway, we did talk a little at your practice. It started when Jen complimented your long, yummy legs. I kinda said VERY yummy, and that's when we started getting to talk more about you and your mother. Nothing bad, just that you're both hotties, well, your Mom is a MILF, but you know what I mean."

I didn't know whether to laugh or get up and walk away. So, I replied, "Thanks, Mom is hot. So were Caroline and Jen. You're pretty hot, too, Brandi. So, like what happened?"

Brandi smiled, "Well, Caroline started talking with me more as Jen listened. I was always polite, telling her yes, ma'am or no ma'am when she'd asked me a question. That made a huge impression on both of them, so the questions became more intimate. I started asking a few, too, and Jen started asking me things. But then your Mom came back from using the restroom, and we stopped. Although while she was watching your practice, we exchanged numbers."

I was surprised Mom didn't notice, or maybe she did and didn't tell me, but Brandi continued telling her story.

She paused, looking at me for a reaction, and I was all ears as she said, "After we traded numbers, Jen started sending me little texts, and I replied to them. That girl can be very naughty. We decided to meet for lunch to continue our chat. It was at a little place not far from the park. We had lunch, and I could feel both of them rubbing my ankles with their feet. Oh my God, Megan. I was so horny after that that we went to their house and fucked our brains out the rest of the day. During one of our breaks as we talked, Caroline figured out what you and your MILFY mother did for us."

I guess I had a constant blush as Brandi told me her story. It sounded like a very happy ending, just like Mom and I thought. But when Brandi spoke again, I started getting a little squirmy as she started rubbing my ankle with her foot.

Brandi grinned, "So, Megan. Umm, I wanted to thank you and also ask if you'd like to join us sometime. I think you'd love all the attention we'd give you. If not, how about just you and me? I can show you things you and Mika probably never thought about or tried."

I stammered when I replied, "Umm, Brandi, it sounds like fun, but I think it would be weird having sex with someone my Mom did. Does that make sense?"

Brandi giggled, "I think it's hot. But we're all different. Can you imagine, Caroline, between your long, yummy legs while Jen and I kiss and lick your perky boobs until you scream our names? God, I'm wet just picturing it."

I hate to admit it, but I was thinking that would be heaven. It didn't help that Brandi's foot was inching its way up my leg, playing with my inner thigh as she talked. I was getting all mushy picturing it all, and it felt delicious. Brandi could tell because her voice became softer and more seductive as she continued trying to seduce me.

Brandi looked me in the eyes as she said, "You know, baby. We could go back to my house, and I could relieve all that pent-up frustration you have. My parents are both at work, so we don't have to rush anything. Can you imagine my tongue inside that sweet mess you have right now between your yummy legs, sweetie? I sure can. I bet you're picturing it right now, aren't you, Megan?"

I'd opened my legs a little more because she was making me feel so good. I felt her toes brush over my vagina, and despite having shorts on, it felt amazing. I could only imagine what her tongue would feel like there. I was so fucking horny.

I answered Brandi with a dreamy nod of my head, and that's all it took. She grinned, then told me to grab my drink and to follow her to her place. I did, and we both stood to leave. Then my phone chimed. It was Coach Ava texting me. I snapped out of my fog and told Brandi I needed to answer since it was my coach. She gave me a disgruntled look, and I think she realized it was a lost cause to take it any further.

So, I read the text, then told Brandi I needed to leave because there was a problem with the forms I filled out for my scholarship, and they needed me to correct them right away. Brandi didn't really believe me, but I offered to show her the text, and she declined. So, we had an awkward parting, but deep inside, I was thanking Coach Ava for the text. We did manage a hug before we left the parking lot, and Brandi whispered she still wanted to get me naked. I shivered and told her I'd love to sometime, and then we left the parking lot.

My heart was racing, and I was wondering if I'd done the right thing. The text was from Coach Ava, but she was just asking me how things were going with practice. When I got home, I texted her back, thanking her for asking, and told her all was good. After I sent the text, I headed to my room to masturbate. Brandi had gotten me all worked up, so I took out my toy, undressed, then the two of us flopped down on the bed and played.

I pictured Caroline directing the whole thing, sitting back as Jen and Brandi got me all warmed up, the three of us naked, trading kisses, suckling each other's boobs as Caroline masturbated watching us. Eventually, my two lovers sat back waiting for their Mistress as she instructed me to lie back and spread my legs for her. I imagined she complimented my body and said how delicious I looked while Brandi and Jen looked on, anxious to return to kissing my lips and playing with my tits and each other.

I lay back as instructed, as my pretend Mistress smiled and asked Jen and Brandi how I looked. The two sweet subbies said 'perfectly delicious' as Caroline took one of my feet and began making love to it with her mouth.

Her eyes met mine as she sucked on each toe, then licked my sole and back to my toes. Next, she kissed and licked my ankle, then my inner calf, watching me the entire time. Then she switched, replicating her actions on my other leg.

When pretend Caroline had enough, she slipped between my legs to kiss and lick her way towards my moist pussy. I imagined Brandi being so anxious to play with me that she didn't wait for Caroline to tell her to continue and was scolded by her new Mistress. I pictured Jen grinning as Caroline scolded the new girl and put her back in her place.

With Brandi now settled back on her heels, Caroline inched her way up my inner thighs, licking and kissing me, calling me all sorts of cute names, wanting me to call her Mistress and tell her how amazing she was making me feel.

This was all happening as I actually pinched my nipples and worked the strapless between my legs, building up my arousal.

My imaginary four-way continued as Caroline began sucking on my lower lip after giving her kittens permission to make out with me and play with my breasts. Pretend Caroline was having a fantastic time with me, her new kitten, taking me close to an orgasm without giving me one, then backing off and doing it all over again.

She'd pause and tell me not to cum until SHE was ready, and of course I told her 'yes, ma'am' each time, which made her smile and tell me I was her good girl.

This little dream continued until I reached my peak. My body convulsed and my toes curled, making it one of the best orgasms I'd ever given myself. When I calmed down and opened my eyes, I saw Mom standing in my doorway watching me. I jumped because I hadn't heard her come home and wasn't expecting her until around dinner time. She was smiling.

I meekly said, "Hi, Mom. Umm, you're home early. Is anything wrong?"

Mom laughed, "Hi, baby. Nothing's wrong, I just decided to take the afternoon off, and maybe we could go shopping. But I see you had plans of your own. So, I think I'll just head to my room. Okay?"

I was blushing. I told her that I was going to take a shower, then play Simone's soccer game. She left me to clean myself up.

I don't know why thinking about the three amigas made me get off so much, but it did. I'm sure if I had a therapist, they'd tell me at some point, but I didn't care. I felt a lot better after, and I knew that I'd never have sex with Brandi or the other two. It might be fun once, I guess, but if someone found out and, well, I don't want to think about it.

I had a nice shower, then after I dressed, I reached a new level in the soccer game. Mom came out of her room after about ninety minutes, fresh out of the shower and looking happy. We sat and talked. I told her about my meeting with Brandi, and she giggled, realizing that had probably been my inspiration when she caught me. Mom asked if Coach Ava hadn't texted, would I have gone home with Brandi, and she told me to tell her the truth.

I sighed, then told her I would have. I was very frustrated and horny, plus she was pushing a few buttons on me. But I didn't, so it's nothing to worry about. She and her newfound friends seemed to be enjoying their camaraderie, as I put it.

Mom laughed and said, "Camaraderie, I've never heard it called that, sweetheart. I'll have to remember that one. So, how ARE the practices going?"

I smiled and told her I was really enjoying them, and the girls were all great. We all get along, and I didn't remember if I told her, but Cora, the tall redhead goalie, thought I'd make a good goalie. But I told her that was up to Coach Bello.

Mom nodded her head and told me that was the right thing to say. Then she asked if I'd like to be a goalie. I told her probably not, because sometimes you win or lose on the goalie's ability, and I'm not sure I could handle that responsibility.

Mom looked at me and said, “You could, sweetheart. Look at all you've been through these last few years. You're smart and you have a great support system, me. I think you can do anything you put your mind to, sweetheart.”

We both smiled, then leaned over as we sat on the sofa and hugged. She was right, I probably could be a goalie and a good one with the support she gives me and the team I'm playing for. But I'll wait and see. I just want to play and do well in school and to make Mom proud. I knew Dad was probably watching from above, and I know we haven't been what he had planned, but Mom and I are happy, and I think he'd be glad we were.

By the end of July, I'd met and practiced with the other members of our team. We're allowed twenty-five in the NAIA, but Coach Bello and her staff are happy with twenty. They say quality over quantity, plus that way they can give more attention to us, along with scholarship money. I was lucky and got my full ride. The school only had a certain number of scholarships it could give out, and thankfully, the coaching staff at Saint Nicolas thought I was worth it. I wasn't about to disappoint them or my mother.

As we talked, Mom asked how I was getting along with my teammates, and I told her we're really jelling. Of course, we have our disagreements like any other team, but we're focusing and working together. I told her I probably wouldn't be a starter, and I was okay with that. I also mentioned Cora has kinda taken me under her wing, and at our weekday practices, she lets me tend goal and do penalty kicks against her. She told me I had a 'tell' like in poker, where they know what you're going to do. She said I look where I'm thinking about kicking the ball too often. She was right because she blocked most of my shots, and the others, she told me where I was going to kick it before I kicked, and she was right. So, I'm working on that.

Mom was happy things were going so well. She paused our conversation for a moment, then told me she'd booked a condo at Lake Sierra for us and invited Anza and Simone to join us in late August. That got me wondering if something else was going on with Mom. I don't know why she would have invited them otherwise. Maybe Mom and Anza were falling in love or at least developing a friendship. Neither Mom nor I has many close friends. So, maybe this was Mom after Michelle. She seemed happy, and that's nothing to complain about. I liked Anza and Simone, so it could be worse. But it was a chance to get out hiking and birding once again. Before I asked why she invited them, I remembered it was her birthday that week. So, she was giving herself a present of a getaway with people she cared about. I thought that was cool, and I told her so.

Well, another Friday night, spending it with Simone. I don't call it babysitting because obviously she's not a baby. That night, after Anza left and Simone and I were playing her video game, she asked me about Mika. I told her what I knew, and she said she texted her, but Mika didn't respond. I told her she did the same to me, so not to worry about it. But, she did, she said she thought Mika was her friend, and friends don't do that to each other, and she started to cry. We stopped the game and hugged. Simone must have had a bad week or something because she couldn't stop crying, and that made me cry.

It took some time, but our tears finally ran out, and we talked. Simone said I probably missed her more than anyone because Mika and I were in love. I told her I did and asked who told her. She said nobody did; she could just see the way we looked and talked to each other. She thought we made a nice couple, but now she hated Mika for doing what she did. I told her she shouldn't hate her; it wasn't her fault. I also said I don't hate her, and she broke my heart.

I think Simone came to terms with that because she said she really liked me, and if I ever did anything like that to her, she'd call the police and have me arrested or something worse. I smiled and told her I would never do that to her. I said she's the little sister I wish I had. That perked her up, and we went back to the game, and she kicked my ass once again. The rest of the evening was fine, but when I tucked Simone into bed and was about to shut off the light, Simone told me she wished I really were her big sis. I thanked her and told her goodnight, then went downstairs and sobbed into one of the throw pillows on the sofa.

That's where Anza found me when she got home about two. She asked if everything was okay, and I apologized for falling asleep down there. She said it was fine, then we headed to the kitchen for our now customary glass of wine before bed. She hadn't had a chance to change her clothes and looked just as hot as when she left. Anza asked why I was sleeping downstairs, and I told her about the conversation Simone and I had. She said she felt like I was just like Simone's big sister, and she really appreciated me. She was sorry Mika abandoned me and broke my heart because we made a very lovely couple. Then I switched our conversation to her work, which didn't last long. She was tired and wanted to get some sleep. So, we headed upstairs and hugged them into our rooms. I quickly fell asleep, and that was pretty much the excitement at Simone's that weekend.

As I told Mom, my soccer practices were going really well. Cora was like my big sis, kinda. I thought she was hot, but I didn't gawk or do anything that would give away my fondness for her. I did make friends with two others, Bernice, whom we all called Bernie. She was a sophomore, about five-five, with long blonde hair that was always in a ponytail, ran like the wind, and had great ball-handling skills. She was from Texas and had that cute Texas twang when she spoke. She also spoke Spanish, so we conversed at times when we were doing two-on-two drills so the other girls wouldn't know what we were talking about. It pissed off a couple of them, but they got reminded that we were teammates and we were only practicing. It also led them to think about learning Spanish, so it worked out.

The other girl was Magenta. We called her Maggie. She's a brunette, about five-two, always cheerful and positive. She's our pick-me-up when things look bad or someone gets down. She was a junior, and I loved being around her with all the positive vibes she gave off. The rest of the girls were nice, but I gravitated to just the three, Cora, Bernie, and Maggie. They were always helpful when I asked questions and were fun to be around.

I really liked Bernie. Sometimes, after practice, we'd head over to a juice bar and get smoothies. I loved hearing her talk with that Texas twang. She'd answer my silly questions about school and what to expect. I told her about some of the classes I was taking, along with the professors. She'd had a couple of them her freshman year and told me what to expect. She told me stories that made me laugh and some that scared me. Since she was from out of state, she lived in the dorm. I made a mental note as we talked to invite her over for dinner sometime. I just wasn't sure how to ask her. I mean, it was just a friend thing, and I'd have to talk to Mom about it. I was sure she wouldn't mind, but I'd ask her first anyway. I also thought I should include Maggie and Cora, because we all got along so well. Maybe once school actually starts, I'll do that.

Maybe even a sleepover, but I wasn't sure if college girls do that sort of thing. I'd have to be sneaky and find out somehow. I'm sure it's on the internet. Maybe just asking them over for dinner would be good first, then a sleepover.

In other school news, I met with my counselor and we talked about my schedule. I put in for mostly general ed classes. I got all but one that I wanted and found a substitute for the one I didn't get. I'm taking fourteen units, and I'm at school from seven in the morning until about three, Monday through Friday. Once soccer gets going, I'll take fewer classes, but I'll still be very busy. I can't wait to get started.

Mom's getaway vacation was just that. We took Mom's car, picked up Simone and Anza at their house, and drove for a couple of hours to the lake. Simone and I sat in the back, and Simone just about talked my ear off. She had never been to the lake and had a billion questions. I answered them without being sarcastic or condescending. She was my new little sis and fun to be around. Mom and Anza talked almost the whole way, but with Simone asking about everything, I had no clue what Mom and Anza talked about.

When we got to the condo, we lugged all our things in and then toured it. It was huge and had four bedrooms and a nice big stone fireplace that I doubted we'd use because it was Summer. The sleeping thing was what we really couldn't decide on. It was Mom and me in the big bedroom, or Mom and Anza. There were two queen-sized beds in it, while the other rooms had doubles or twins. I think the place gets used mostly in Winter for skiing and snowboarding, which is why there are so many bedrooms.

We ended up with Mom and Anza in the big room and Simone and me across the hall. The next big thing was food. We brought up an ice chest with some things, but Anza wanted to check the market out, so after unpacking, we went shopping.

The four of us wandered around the tiny market as Mom and Anza talked about what we'd eat during our stay. They decided that Anza would make the two dinners we'd have, and Mom would do breakfasts. Our lunches were easy; we'd pack things for the trail, which we'd brought, and then if we happened to be in town, we'd hit the diner or one of the little cafes in town.

Then we took a tour of the town, which lasted all of ten minutes, as we drove back to our condo. The weather was much cooler than at home, and it looked like we'd have perfect hiking and birding weather.

Back at the condo, we unloaded the groceries, then sat down and talked about what we were going to do. There are several trails, some around the lake, some up into the mountains. Mom thought we should start at the lake to get acclimated to the elevation, and then on Wednesday, hit the ones with some altitude gain. We all had the muscles for it; it was getting used to the thinner air that we needed. We really couldn't get completely acclimated in one day, so we kept debating it. Simone was the one to actually make the decision. She got tired of the three of us discussing it, grabbed her little backpack, a bottle of water, and told us she was going to the lake.

It wasn't that far away, maybe three blocks, but the way she handled it made us all smile. So, we grabbed our packs and some water, then headed down for a walk. I think we did a total of four miles round trip. Our pace was slow and we stopped often to look at birds, sailboarders, people fishing, dogs to pet, and enjoy the scenery.

By the time we returned, it was close to dinner time. So, Anza worked her magic, making a fantastic chicken dinner with the meager offerings from the town market. I know Mom was impressed, and she told me later that she was glad that Anza got the dinners and she got the breakfasts.

After dinner, we walked around town and by the lake again and watched the sun set over the mountains. It had been a really good day.

That night, when we headed to bed and I was just about asleep, Simone asked if I was awake. I said I was, so she got out of her bed and sat on the edge of mine to talk. I sat up against the headboard and listened as she started asking questions about her mother and mine.

She started out asking, "Megan, does your Mom like my Mom, like you liked Mika?"

I said, “I don't know. Do you think they do? Why are you asking?”

She sighed, "I think they do. I see the way they look at each other sometimes. I kinda wanted to know because if they do, maybe you really could be my big sister and come live with us."

I smiled as I replied, “So, you don't care if you have two moms?”

She thought about it for a second, then said, "No, I think it would be nice. Our house is so big that having you and your mom there would make it more like a home and not just a house. Does that make sense?"

I agreed and told her, "I think that's a nice way to think, Simone. But I think our moms are just friends and like to hang out together. Kinda like you and I do."

She thought momentarily, then said, "You're probably right. They haven't held hands or kissed like you and Mika did at our practices. But, it would be okay if they did."

I giggled as I replied, "Yes, I think it would be okay too. But that's all up to them. So, is that all you wanted to talk about?"

Simone replied, “Yep. That's it for now. Thanks, Megan. You really would be a great big sister. I've told Mom that a few times.”

I thanked her and then said we needed to get some sleep, and she'd make the perfect little sister, which made her grin. Simone headed back to her bed, and soon I heard her snoring. It took me a bit longer to fall asleep, wondering if Mom and Anza really were more than friends. Not that it mattered to me, but I think they'd make a happy couple.

The next morning, Mom was up early, and I could hear her in the kitchen. I got up, dressed, and joined her as she was sitting, sipping her coffee and looking out one of the huge windows that overlooked the lake.

I poured myself a cup and joined her. We sat quietly talking as we sipped. Mom asked how things were going, and I told her I was enjoying our time away. She smiled and said she was glad. I wished her a happy birthday, and she thanked me. There were a few minutes when neither of us talked and just looked out the window with our thoughts. Then I asked if she and Anza were dating. It was a good thing she wasn't drinking her coffee because she would have gagged when I said that.

Mom looked over at me and said they weren't, they were just friends. I smiled and told her about the conversation Simone and I had. She said that was sweet, but they were only friends. I believed her and told her that if they were more than friends, I was fine with it also. Mom smiled and thanked me, then reassured me there was nothing going on between them. Then she looked around to be sure we were alone and whispered that she sort of wished there was, but they were just friends.

I giggled as we finished our coffee and asked what the plan was for the day. We talked about that and the rest of the trip, which we both thought was too short.

On our hike that day, I let Simone use my binoculars, and she spotted a Pileated Woodpecker, a few Forest Grouse, Western Bluebirds, and a Barred Owl that just sat and watched us. She was thrilled, and I got some great pictures.

When we returned home, the days before school started were hectic. More practices, buying books, walking around campus to find my classrooms, and just being anxious to start.

My first day was pretty good. I was able to find a parking spot since my first class was early. The professors all seemed nice, and everyone was friendly. I didn't see anyone from my high school, which was good and bad. I was sort of hoping I'd recognize someone, but I didn't. I did see a few of my teammates, and we talked for a bit between classes. At the end of the day, I felt good about my life, and when I got home, there was a note from Mom that she'd bring home dinner and to text her with my order.

I did, and when she got home, we ate, and I told her all about my day, which was pretty short because nothing dramatic happened. She was glad I was happy, and that was about it. I hoped the rest of my semester would be as mundane, but you never know.

It had been two weeks since Mom's birthday and our trip to the lake. I'd gotten into a routine once again, going to class, practice, and studying at home. Then Brandi texted me. She wanted to get together because she missed me. We really hadn't talked since we met before her big date with Caroline and Jen. I figured she was busy with school, and if things had gone well with them, she'd be too busy playing with them to bother with me.

I texted her back that I was kinda busy with school and I'd let her know when I was free. She was fine with that and sent me a few emoji hearts and kisses. After I saw them, I got that familiar tingle and started thinking about caving in. I was too horny for my own good. I was missing Mika almost to the point I'd take Brandi up on any offer she made. Instead, I masturbated and imagined Mika and me making love. Afterward, I cried and took a shower, then fell into a slight funk until Mom got home and talked to me.

She was in a great mood because Anza had invited us both over for dinner on Friday night. She and Simone were going to cook for us as a thank you for the little trip to the lake. I read more into it, like Mom and Anza were going to announce they were dating.

I was thrilled that we'd finally go over there together, regardless. I hadn't seen Simone since the trip, and I always enjoy talking with Anza. I kept my fingers crossed for Mom and hoped it was more than just dinner. But we'll see.