John’s 18th birthday morning. (Meadow POV)

Two days ago, Meadow’s home, the morning of John Newman’s 18th birthday. The warm summer sun on her cheek was the first thing the young Meadow Clarke felt as she began to stir. A picture of her and her departed mother Ruth was what greeted her when she opened her eyes. “Good morning, Mom,” she said with a bright smile as she reached over to grab her phone. Her background was a selfie taken with John in their gaming room, the two were seated in their respective chairs, she had him trapped in a headlock. She had a giant grin, while he was sporting a blush and a nervous smile. The phone showed it was six fifty four on August the seventh. ’Today’s the day,’ she thought to herself, turning off the alarm she had set.

Exiting her bed, a yawn escaped her as she stretched. The young woman wore a matching white bra and panty set that was a bit sheer; her long blonde hair was in a loose braid. ‘I still need to get a few things done if today is going to go the way I want,’ she mused to herself as she made her bed. Those very plans caused the young woman to feel aroused. Part of her wanted to leave it; it would make things more fun later if she followed through with everything. ‘I’m already nervous enough; a few good orgasms should alleviate a bit of the tension.’ The horny teen was about to get back in her bed when she had a fun idea that made her feel naughty. Grabbing her favorite toy, she left her bedroom.

‘I really hope Brenda made John go home last night,’ she thought to herself as she gently opened the door to the room she had set up for them to game together, but in truth that was just to get her crush to spend more time with her. For once she was glad to not see the boy, though part of her did want him to be half asleep in the chair, stirred awake by her entrance and catch her barely dressed with what only a fool wouldn’t recognize to be a sex toy in her hand. Occasionally she would use their gaming room to masturbate, but she would always put a candle in the room afterwards to hide any lingering scent in case John showed up unannounced. Even though, honestly, if the nerd caught her in such a compromising act, she’d be overjoyed. Today she felt extra bold as she sat in her friend's chair instead of her own.

She booted up his computer and went to a website he tried to keep hidden from her. An erotic literature site where multiple stories written by a Jihan starred four different women, two older and two about their age. One fit the description of a teacher at his school; the second older woman seemed eerily similar to Brenda, his mother; the third was a dominant girl that fit the description of the bitchy daughter of the Hawthorne’s; and the last seemed to use Meadow herself as a model. Jihan was a name John commonly used in games. She enjoyed the stories the boy had written in secret, especially the ones that had starred or included her. Putting the phallic toy into her panties, she opened the story that inspired her for the day's events. In the story it was Jihan’s eighteenth birthday and his best friend Willow decided she would use the day to confess her love to him. The pair would then spend a wonderful evening together that ended with them losing their virginities to each other.

Twenty minutes later the girl had a nice sheen of sweat and her face was flush, a bright shade of pink. Before making her way to the bathroom, she lit a vanilla candle in the room. Being honest about her feelings for the boy would need confidence she didn’t quite have, so she decided to ask Brenda for help. A lot of the changes she had made since the summer began had come after she asked her friend and advisor on the opposite sex.

John was oblivious toward her feelings, but that’s not to say her charms didn’t work. There had been a few new stories written starring Willow that matched her attempts. Sadly he was only able to act on those advances in fantasy. After a brief shower, she was dressed casually in a pair of light blue shorts and a yellow tee shirt. She headed over to John’s house where she let herself in.

The teen entered the kitchen through the house’s back door, finding Brenda Newman quietly sitting waiting for her while sipping a cup of coffee. The mother of the soon to be Gamer was an alluring woman. The mature woman was age defying; she looked to be someone who could pass as Meadow’s older sister. Nobody’d guess she had a child who was entering the ranks of adulthood. Today the mother had her long black hair free, and she wore a light bathrobe, perfect for summer, that seemed to accentuate her natural charm.

“Morning Brenda,” Meadow said, taking the seat across from the woman, a cup of coffee ready for her arrival, since she’d sent a text to the woman before her shower. “I need to talk to you about that boy I keep asking you for advice about.”

“Oh, why today of all days, hm?” The woman’s grin scared the youth across from her. “Is there something significant about today?” A soft soothing voice and a smile, wielded in the right way, could be deadly weapons.

A sigh of defeat escaped the youth, her gaze downward fixed on the coffee she held. “You knew, of course you knew.”

“Knew what? That this ‘boy’,” Brenda did air quotes with her hands, “was none other than John? I’ve known for longer than you. Heck, I noticed your crush on him before your mother did,” she added with a soft chuckle at the end of her sentence. “We had a bet going about which of you would reveal their feelings to the other first. I lost, I never expected my boy to have the courage to ask you out. Sadly, you put a major delay on things by shying away from him. Imagine, if you hadn’t lied to him, you two could be three years into an adorable relationship.”

The fact that the two mothers knew of her feelings toward her childhood friend was shocking. She was always too afraid to talk about boys with her own mother; Ruth was very strict with her stance on boys, John included. But not only was her mother aware, she even joked about it with Brenda? That didn’t make sense, but there was no reason for her friend to lie to her. “Mom really knew about my crush?” she asked nervously.

“Of course, a mother knows. Now, Meadow, why don’t you tell me how I can help you today? I have a few ideas, but it would be much more fun to hear you say it,” the mother said as she teased her young friend.

Meadow could feel her heart rate increase, her face warm with a deep blush. “I want John to see me as a woman. I want him to reciprocate my feelings. I have reason to believe he sees me that way, but somehow he keeps passing on my advances. I’ve tried all your suggestions this summer, but none seemed to get through to him. I hoped to make today a day neither of us will ever forget.” The words she bottled up were finally free to the world.

A few soft laughs escaped the woman across from her. “I’m glad you are comfortable talking to me about this. John’s like his father, a shy boy afraid of harming and ruining his relationships. He did work up his courage with you before, but after being rejected there’s no way he will do it again.”

The mature yet youthful woman across from her paused before she released a sigh. Shaking her head she continued, “I told you from the beginning the direct approach was your best. I said that knowing your target, but you kept insisting you were too shy to say your feelings, or just outright make the first move. Honey, there’s nothing wrong with pushing a man down and initiating a kiss or mounting him while taking off your shirt,” Brenda said with a playful chuckle. “That's what I did with my husband. It looked like his soul left his body, but believe you me once I made my position known… Do you want to know what happened next?” the soon to be Gamer’s mother asked the young woman with a big grin.

“Yes, please tell me,” Meadow responded enthusiastically.

“John’s father may be shy and an engineering nerd, but once he realized what I was presenting to him, that man turned into a beast,” Brenda responded with a blush of her own. “I won’t go into the details, maybe ask me again after you’re old enough to have a few drinks with me. What I will say is that man showed me just how much stamina I had and how flexible I truly was that night. Technically he proposed to me that night after our marathon. I was half asleep, he whispered that he will marry me thinking I didn’t hear him, but I heard it.” The mother said that last part in a low but cheerful voice. “I knew then I would spend my life with that man. I made the first move, but I will never regret it. I love my husband and the son that he gave to me; every day since then has been my happy ending.”

The youth looked at the mother with eyes of pure joy. “Wow, Brenda, that story is so shocking. So, how do you think I should do it? I’m still nervous, but I want to try.”

The mother of the soon to be Gamer looked at her young friend baffled. “What do you mean, what should you do? I just told you what to do.”

“I know, but, um, I’m asking for… I guess a plan?” Meadow asked, nervously fidgeting in her seat.

“Meadow, that’s a bit too weird to ask me. I don’t mind giving you advice, but do you really want me to give you a play by play on how to take my son’s virginity?” the woman asked the youth, and when she saw the girl's self doubt, she sighed. “Fine, just go up to his room right now and help him out with his morning problems.” the mother said, shaking her head.

The young girl looked at Brenda with her head cocked sideways in confusion. “What do you mean help him out? I’ve woken John up many times before. If it were that easy, I wouldn’t need to ask for advice at all.”

Brenda Newman eyes widened as she stared at the youth across from her, completely baffled. “Oh my god, you can’t be this dense,” the mother said, shaking her head. “What I mean is to go up there, and instead of blushing and ignoring his obvious morning wood, you take it gently with your hand, or even better your mouth. Given how dense the two of you are, he might think it was an accident and you might chicken out.”

“Ahhh, Brenda, I could never do that!” Meadow yelled, her face flush with embarrassment. “Do you have anything a little less direct?”

“Meadow, you’re lucky he’s a heavy sleeper and stayed up late last night. What do you want me to say, I told you what I did. Have some courage of your own. Know what, fine, you shoot me some ideas and I’ll help you. I’m going to need a drink, though. I expected I might need to meddle in his love life, but never to this degree.” The mother got up and grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine. “If I’m doing this, the least you could do is sip a bit of some wine with me. We have two, maybe three, hours before John wakes up.”

“I’m, uh, not…”

“No excuses. You may be too young, but if you want me to brainstorm with you to this extent on how to confess your love to my son, you’re going to share a few drinks with me. I swear, if tomorrow morning you don’t tell me good news, I will spank you to next week,” Brenda said sternly.

Meadow only nodded, accepting the glass.