Bridget, the Flingmaker

"Do I want to know what happened at the hot springs with Whitney and Skye?" Bridget questioned as she pushed the elevator button for the ground floor.

"We were just taking pictures, Mom," Sean insisted yet again. "The ranger overreacted."

Bridget knew her son's body language when he lied, so she could tell he was still omitting a crucial detail. Knowing her own past exploits, she speculated what might have caused the ranger's upset attitude.

"Whose bikini came off first? Skye, Whitney, or at the same time?" Bridget inquired. The twitch of Sean's shoulders alerted her that she was growing closer to the truth.

"It wasn't like that."

"Sure, honey, whatever you say." The mother rolled her eyes at the blatant lie. "Now, if that's what happened, I wouldn't be mad."

"Big surprise there," Sean muttered.

"Skye's a lovely young woman. Gorgeous face, great pair of breasts, and her butt--"

"Mom, stop!"

"Sweet personality, but she's got this sexy vibe going on. I can see why men drool over her pictures," Bridget continued, ignoring Sean's discomfort. "I bet she knows her way around a joystick. Doesn't she? Oh, don't give me that look. You know what Whitney told me."

"Please stop. This is sooo weird," Sean moaned.

"Nope. Not happening. I already have one kid uptight about sex. You need to lighten up. Now don't give me that look. We talked about this last night and this morning. It's time for you to gain experience. And I think Skye would be a wonderful mentor. I know a girl who likes to fuck when I see one, and that girl--"

"Enough! Can we please have a normal night? Tonight is about Aunt Cassie, and I bet she wouldn't want you obsessing over--"

'Don't you use Cassie's memory to escape this," Bridget hissed. "Now, if you don't want my advice, I'll be perfectly happy to leave this up to Whitney. Perhaps I can drop you off at her father's mansion on weekends. Then, you'd be totally at the mercy of whatever and whomever she has up her sleeve."

The elevator's ding as it stopped on the third floor temporarily saved Sean from further embarrassment. When he watched two beautiful friends of his sister walk on, he felt a small measure of concern.

Priscilla Pint's tall, model-like body looked as if it were poured into her pink dress. Always a favorite of Sean's, Prissy's color choice impressed the teen, who thought it worked superbly with her caramel skin. Next to her, Merritt Moxey preferred to cover up more skin with a long, flowing white dress. It hugged enough spots to be sexy but done in a tasteful way to be considered classy. Both twenty-year-olds reacted to the appearance of Peyton's little brother with pleasant surprise.

While Merritt greeted Sean warmly with a smile and thankfulness at hearing he would be fine, Priscilla showed her happiness by leaning down for a tight hug. The smooches to each cheek caused them to redden.

"You brave, brave little man. We were all shocked to hear what happened," Priscilla remarked. "Everyone is talking about Peyton's hero brother. You'd better be ready for it."

"Priss, don't scare the poor kid," Merritt responded, nudging her friend. "Some people were also worried sick about Whitney."

"Is Max here?" Sean asked, seeing the opening for both the question and a distraction from his mom's self-satisfied smirk.

"No, and that's pissing him off. He actually tried to con me into bringing him as my plus one. I don't even have one. I started to get worried he might crash this event," Merry revealed. "Luckily, Marcus dragged him off to some party. Not that Marcus sounded thrilled about which girls might be there."

"Oh, I imagine that most of the popular girls will be here tonight," Bridget speculated before asking a question. "How come Max wants to be here so badly?"

"Mom! Don't pry into other people's business," Sean scolded. Only Max's failed efforts to get a date with Whitney outweighed his own two failed attempts to ask Sienna to prom. Fortunately, the elevator dinged as it reached the ground floor.

"Sorr-rrie," Bridget replied, drawing out the word. "Merry, are your parents coming?"

"They're still up at Frog Lake, Mrs. Tarver. Couples retreat," Merritt explained with a smile. "Millie wasn't happy until she found out my mom arranged a big sleepover tonight with some of her friends."

"That was thoughtful. Well, have a Happy New Year, girls. Hopefully, we can chat more, but one never knows."

Peyton's friends wished the same, with Prissy kissing Sean's forehead. Grinning, Bridget opened her tiny purse, pulling out a piece of Kleenex. It took Sean several moments to realize that he should use it to wipe off the lipstick that the gorgeous girl had left behind.

"I've always liked those two. Priscilla and RJ make such a terrific couple. Still, it's too bad that she's taken even with their temporary break. She'd be a great sex mentor for you."

Sean had started to hold in a chuckle at the first part of his mom's comment, but it turned into a **** cough at the end. I wonder what Mom would think about Pey and RJ hooking up the other night. What am I thinking? She'd probably be ecstatic.

"Merry's a sweetheart, too. But, unfortunately, she's the type a guy should date, and you're not looking for that right now."

"Why can't I?"

"Shush, Seanie." Bridget literally held her finger to her lips and shushed.

"Hi, Bridget!"

Sean watched as a busty woman greeted his mother while she walked over with her luggage. The blonde just missed the elevator that he'd exited. So she quickly caught up with his mother, who was waiting for the other one. Sean watched breathlessly as the buxom beauty unbuttoned her coat, revealing several giant globes straining against a tight sweater.

"And this is my son, Sean."

Snapping his gaze up from the blonde's tits, Sean realized that he'd been caught. Yet, it didn't appear as if she cared. Instead, when the other elevator door opened, the woman promised his mother that they'd catch up more later.

"Now, that's the kind of woman to stay away from," Bridget commented, pushing Sean's wheelchair away from the elevators.

"Who was she?"

"Too busy staring at her boobs to listen, huh?" Bridget shook her head knowingly. "That was Rhian Fagen. Several years older than me and close friends with Sybil Gettinger. They were a wild pair."

"Wait, now you don't like wild women for me?" Sean challenged. I can see Finn's aunt getting a little wild. Something about her. Not that Polly takes after her. Sean chuckled inside his head.

"There's fun-loving wild like I was, and there's man-eating wild. Rhian's been married three times and on the lookout for number four."

"Three times?"

"Yes. The first ended up in jail. She drove the second into an early grave while the last one nearly ended up there with his nervous breakdown. She made out quite well financially with the last two," Bridget informed.

Making their way toward the grand ballroom, Bridget greeted friends, acquaintances, and patients. Sean preferred it when his mother didn't stop to show him off. Eventually, she wheeled him through the sizeable double-door entrance. Then, with an abrupt stop, his mom realized her mistake.

"Whoops. I forgot about this obstacle," Bridget admitted.

A vast space, the majority of the ballroom sat several feet lower in the center. Raised areas for sitting/lounging ran along the south side, forming a short U. To reach that center level from the main entrance, a person would need to take seven steps down a wide, semi-circular staircase on the southwest side of the room. Designed to allow for grand entrances, the stairs didn't work well with a wheelchair. Built before disability laws, Dalton Pierce rectified the issue by renovating the west-side service entrance near the restrooms. It came out near the small, slightly elevated stage at the northernmost part of the ballroom.

"Yeah, this ain't going to work," Sean stated. Suddenly, he had visions of how he might be lowered down the stairs by several strong men. "Uh, please don't ask someone to help us."

"There's a side entrance, silly," Bridget reminded him with a pat to the shoulder. Then, swiftly, she spun him around and exited.

All business on this trek, Bridget waved to greeters, never stopping until they descended a ramp near the end of a long hallway. Passing through several doors that opened and closed, Sean guessed that most were various closets or storage rooms. He felt confident in his assumption as they wheeled past a hallway branch that clearly looked like it led to the kitchen.

As Bridget turned another corner, one of the two men lingering outside the restrooms glanced over before nudging the other man. The second man turned with his face brightening.

"Hello, Bridget," the first man greeted politely.

"Well, Artie Kolek, it's been ages," Bridget responded, moving Sean toward the two men. After stopping, she gave Arthur Kolek a polite hug.

"Hey, Sean. How's the leg?" the second man inquired, taking a couple of steps over to him.

"Mostly cuts on my leg. It's my foot that I broke, Mr. Yegge," Sean explained.

"Broken foot? Ouch! I did that during a game my junior year. Fortunately, it healed all right for me to help bring us our last championship the next year," Jerry Yegge recalled.

Sean issued a polite smile, but didn't feel it. A classmate of his mom's, Mr. Yegg,e loved to bring up his glory days on the basketball team. Once upon a time, Sean loved to hear those tales, but not as much after his second go-around of getting cut by Coach Grimm at the tryouts.

"That's quite a story that I've heard about you," Art remarked. "We got into town last night, and all everyone could talk about around the hotel was this harrowing tale starring Harvey Diamond's daughter and Bridget Tarver's son."

"Did your wife and children come with, Artie?" Bridget queried. Getting back an affirmation, she made a point to find them later.

"The boys are very impressed by your heroics," Jerry revealed. "We drove past Honey Creek on the way here, and they couldn't imagine diving into that icy water. And the creek is nothing compared to Wasp Lake. Sport, you're going to be the talk of the ball."

Sean grimaced at the hard slap to his shoulder. He didn't know the eldest Yegge son, Jordan, that well, as he was two years older. On the other hand, Jesse was a fellow classmate he'd known since grade school. Sean always found it amusing that Jesse hated basketball, turning into Honey Hollow High's star baseball player, perhaps in defiance of his basketball-obsessed father.

"Did Jesse come with you, Mr. Yegge?"

"Jordan, too. I thought the boys could use a bit of class for their New Year's Eve. This is sure a change-up from the cramped house parties we experienced at your age."

"Tell me about," Bridget laughed. "I don't think I could take getting bumped into all night like back then." Nor all the "accidental" groping.

After several more minutes of talk about the old days, Bridget wheeled Sean away. Checking over her shoulder to see if they were out of earshot, she saw Jerry and Art admiring her ass. Smirking at how things never change, she offered a bit of advice to her son.

"Jerry's a good example of what women to avoid in life. Have I ever told you about his ex-wife?"

"Uh, I don't think so," Sean replied. I don't remember Jesse's mom ever being around in grade school.

"She seemed like a nice girl, one with ambitions. The problem was that Jerry impregnated her early in college with Jordan. Not cut out to be a mother, she probably should've realized that, but felt the pressure to marry and be a mom. After Jesse came along, the poor woman cracked and left. It sounds like she's done well in her career but doesn't have much of a relationship with her sons."

"That sucks. Jesse never talked about her much growing up."

"And it shows you need to watch and listen to what a girl's dreams are for life. Don't impose your goals or notion of a perfect life on her, or you might end up heartbroken in a different way. Got that?" Bridget asked, stopping before the final steps into the ballroom.

"Um, got it."

"Good...well, well, we have perfect timing. Look at that striking thing," Bridget commented, nearly purring in excitement.

A leggy, raven-haired girl laughed as she walked away from the bar, located along the west side wall where the Tarvers strolled in. With long hair, small-to-medium-sized breasts, and a fantastic ass, everything about the twenty-one-year-old dancer's body screamed tight and toned. She also had a well-earned reputation as a seductive tease that carried all the way back to Honey Hollow.

"Ariana!" Bridget called out, causing a pair of piercing green eyes to search for the voice.

Sean missed the excited smile form on the beauty's face. Nor did he hear Ariana Lago's shouted greeting. Instead, he focused on the way that exquisite body moved in its two-piece navy blue evening gown. The V-neck, spaghetti-strap top exposed an abundance of chest, while in seconds the teen would learn it was tied with a big bow at the back. But first, Sean would need to pry his eyes away from the flawless leg, exposed by the dangerously high slit on the floor-length gown.

With a dopey smile, Sean watched as his mother exchanged enthusiastic pleasantries with the stepdaughter of her old classmate, Addison Craft. While friendly in high school, the two women reconnected when Addison married and inherited a bratty four-year-old. Turning to Bridget, then with a daughter the same age, Addison treaded water as a new parent while bonding with the former cheerleader captain. Even after the Lagos moved away, the two women kept in constant contact.

"Oh, you poor thing," Ariana gasped, looking down at Sean as his mother explained his diagnosis. "And to think that we almost came to visit you at the cabin."

"How is your brother feeling?"

"Fine! I swear the little shit gorged himself on chocolate on Christmas Eve. That's probably what bloated his butt," Ariana responded sassily.

Knowing sixteen-year-old Virgil Lago, Sean nodded in agreement. The chubby kid loved his candy, comic books, and video games. The latter caused him to get along splendidly with Sean and Newt, but JoJo frowned on all the sweets. Of course, that's if Newt didn't go comatose around Ariana, the one girl who Lana thought rivaled Poppy Dufor in sluttiness.

"I've warned your mother about him," Bridget recalled. "Are they down here yet?"

"Still upstairs getting dressed, I think," Ariana said, shrugging. "Oh! I have awesome news, Bridget. I'm going to be in Honey Hollow for the summer."

"You are? That's wonderful! How come?"

"I just learned that I got an internship at Huguet Laboratories. My dream of becoming a pharmaceutical sales rep is close to reality," the radiant beauty revealed, beaming.

Sean nearly choked on his tongue as he imagined Ariana working in that field. Swiftly, his eyes darted toward his mother's face, watching closely for a reaction. With both parents and most of his dad's side of the family working as doctors, the teen had long heard about the scandalous reputations of pharmaceutical sales representatives. Bribery, excessive gifts, and heavy flirting seemed commonplace. Outright sex seemed more like wishful thinking by sleazy doctors, but sexual tension worked in favor of the salespeople.

Damn, Ariana's going to be a fucking legend around hospitals and offices. And Mom's poker face is scary good.

"That's terrific! I'm so proud and happy for you," Bridget semi-lied. But then, she had an idea, "Where are you planning on staying?"

"Huh, I haven't really thought about that yet. I just found out, but I guess with my grandparents," Ariana replied, meaning her step-grandparents. Despite resisting the idea of a new mom as a four-year-old, she'd quickly grown to love her new family members.

"I might have a better idea. The apartment above our garage is free since Dr. Mayfield found a place closer to the hospital. We're only using it for overflow guests," Bridget explained, piquing the interest of Sean and Ariana. "You're perfectly welcome to it this summer. I'd imagine that's more freedom than staying with your grandparents."

"Seriously?!"

"Absolutely. Peyton and Sean would love to have you around. Without Summer around, the house has seemed lonely."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Bridget!" Ariana excitedly bounced up and down on her feet. Enthralled, Sean didn't notice at first that the older vixen had turned her attention his way until she slapped his shoulder. "And you! I planned to test your dance skills tonight, but you had to go and be a hero."

Sean groaned at his poor luck.

"Don't pout, Seanie. I'll think of something to replace it," Ariana vowed. "But I need to tell Dad and Mom about your offer, Bridget. See ya later."

Sean couldn't help but lean over in his wheelchair to follow Ariana's fantastic ass as it swayed away. Chuckling, Bridget leaned down from behind, kissing her son's cheek before whispering into his ear.

"So, what do you think of Momma's idea now?"

"Huh?"

"I asked Ariana to stay at our house to provide you with a summer playmate," Bridget revealed, cackling like a mad scientist.

"Are you pestering my grand-nephew, niece?" a cheery voice accused.

Shelly Wexler, née Penfold, still epitomized the classic image of a cheerleader over two decades since she retired her pom-poms. Hardly aging a bit, Shelly retained the same high-pitched voice and endless energy. The only noticeable difference to Bridget, outside of a few laugh lines, appeared to be her once perky C-cups morphing into barely sagging D-cups.

"Shelly!" Bridget bounced up from leaning over, drawing the attention of onlookers, and threw her arms around Gabriela's big cheersister. As Bridget had been Gabby's little cheersister, Shelly once proclaimed the younger girl to be her niece or baby sister. No matter what they called each other, the two blonde ex-cheer captains reverted to squealing teens as they hugged and kissed cheeks.

"Oh, I've missed you, Bee. It's been far too long. We haven't seen each other since when?" Shelly queried, straining to recall.

"Not since all those graduation parties almost three years ago," Bridget reminded.

"That long? Oh, no. That's unacceptable. We must throw a get-together before all our kids graduate from college next year. Blackbridge and Honey Hollow aren't that far away from each other."

"Well, we do have another round of high school graduations coming up this year," Bridget pointed out.

"Oh, right! We have quite another run of cheer runts this year. We got little Lacey, brawny Jared, beautiful Beyza, delightful Delilah, bitchy Olena, the Rusk twins, and...Hmm, who's that final one?" Shelly teased while tapping her chin. "And who might you be, young man?"

"Hey, Great Aunt Shelly. Is that a gray hair?" Sean teased.

"You little shit!" Shelly screeched, messing up the teen's hair. "You're just lucky that I like you. So now, what's this I hear about you and Harvey's princess sneaking off for a nooner on a frozen lake?"

"Shell, don't tease my son. It wasn't noon, so that makes it a case of afternoon delight," Bridget countered.

"Oh, look at him blush. He's so easy and such a good kid," Shelly commented before raising her eyebrows. "Are you sure he's yours? I'd swear he was adopted. No kid of yours should be so well-behaved."

"Have you met Peyton?"

"Yikes. I don't know how you produced two kids full of manners. I keep telling Penn that he needs to bring out the inner-Bridget in Peyton. But he claims that he'd never do that to Finn. Says that Finny could never survive having TWO best friends that are wild sluts."

"Shelly! Virgin ears, remember," Bridget faked outrage as she motioned toward her son.

"No way is Sean a virgin," Shelly declared, far too loudly for the teen. "Not after dating Annette's daughter. Or did Beyza fall far from the tree, like Peyton?"

"Not far enough. I made sure that Sean had condoms for that night."

"Mom!"

"Sorry, honey," Bridget apologized. Then, turning her attention back to the other blonde, she added, "He's very touchy about being embarrassed in public."

"Perhaps I can convince Penn to corrupt him next year at Zurbrugg," Shelly suggested, referring to her twenty-year-old son. "He felt awful that he was out of town when Sean and the gang came up for a campus visit."

"That's probably for the best. There was some drama on that trip. Peyton wasn't happy with Lana."

"I can imagine. Those two are hilarious together. I almost wish that Cookie had fought me more whenever I dragged her along into trouble," Shelly responded, referring to her best friend, Cookie Keeble. "Gabby had Rachel, and you and Tinny had Cassie. My bestie trusted me too much."

"That she did," Bridget laughed. "Speaking of Cookie: Is she around yet? I want to see if Dove remembers Sean."

"Dove? Are you thinking--You are? I love it!" Shelly smiled as she schemed. Turning around, she scanned the crowd. "Over there."

"Mom, don't," Sean growled as she pushed him toward a group of people.

"Hush, Seanie. My grand-nephew and my niece will make a cute couple," Shelly commented, her voice giddy.

"Not tonight, Shell. I just want them to reacquaint themselves. Sean's going to get experience before he moves to Arbor Corners in the fall," Bridget explained.

"Ah, got it! Setting him up for his freshman year." Shelly nodded until she abruptly stopped. "So who's on the list to teach him experience?"

"Oh, I have a few names. However, I think I'm going to let Whitney set up the first round of girls."

Sean groaned as Shelly joyfully embraced the idea of Whitney getting the first chance to call the shots. Slinking down further in the chair, Sean recalled what he knew about Dove Flavin, daughter of Cookie Flavin, née Keeble.

Dove's a year younger than me. Petite brunette. Think she had a thing for flowers. Or was it films? It was something with an F. Wasn't she good friends with another of Mom's old classmates? Can't remember who. Dove was quiet. Not Rylee Kittle-quiet but still didn't seem to talk much. Was she smart? Oh, she did have a distinct giggle. Whoa! That's right; Dove giggled a lot like Lacey. Hmm, was she a cross between Lacey, Rylee, and Paige Noble?

Lost in his thought, Sean barely heard all the small talk between the women. Only when he heard a voice whisper into his ear did he snap back to the present.

"Dove, huh? That's an outstanding choice by your mom, but I still prefer the top five on my list for girls closer to home. So naturally, my choices are for serious girlfriends, and your mom and Gabs are aiming...well, you know, hun," Rachel complained at the end.

Turning his head while Mrs. Stratton whispered, Sean once again found himself drifting away. Not that anyone could blame him. Who wouldn't be distracted by the massive cleavage less than two feet away from his face? Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Rachel stood up as she asked if anyone knew Finn's whereabouts.

"Dove, do you remember Sean?" Shelly asked with a big grin

Wow! Dove's not only still cute, she turned hot!