One of them heads into the kitchen and you are discovered

The conversation continued on for some time about Brandon's 'insufficient qualities' as well as some of Summer's other past boyfriends. Eventually your mom decided to lighten the mood. "I've got an idea," she suggested to Summer. "Let's do something fun - to try to take your mind off of that jerk!"

"Thinking of anything in particular?" Summer asked in response

Your mom's voice got a playful tone. "Why don't we go over the script for that movie we're shooting next week? Maybe we can practice some of the scenes..."

"Sounds great!" Summer answered enthusiastically.

You mom said "I've got a copy of the script and some costumes that will work. Give me a sec and I'll grab them." Your heard some movement in the other room - apparently your mom getting up and walking down the hall toward her 'porno closet'.

A minute or so later, you heard Summer get up as well. "Steph, I'm going to grab us some beers!" she called out. Before your mom could respond (assuming she even heard her), Summer pushed open the door and walked into the kitchen.

She stopped as soon as she entered, stunned at finding you there. You yourself were completely taken off-guard, not prepared to be confronted by another object of your sexual fantasies. You starred at each other for a moment in silence, your eyes drinking in Summer's incredible body in her tight shirt and jeans.

Summer looked curiously at you and then around the room, spying the unwrapped gifts, decorations, and food. Her gaze fell on the large crumpled banner you had set on the counter. Her eyebrows lifted as she read it, muttering "Happy 18th Birthday Tim".

"Tim?" she asked, looking back at you.

"Yeah," you answered nervously. "Uh, hi Summer. I'm a huge fan!" you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

That brought a smile to her face. "Oh, I get it," she said. She was interrupted by a loud gasp as your mom came back to the living room and saw Summer standing in the door. "Jan, I can explain!" she said in a panicked tone.

Summer laughed. "Don't worry, Steph. I know you've always preferred younger guys. Darryl was, what, 21?"

The expression on your mom's face was priceless. "No....I...uh....it's not what you think!" she stuttered.

Summer gave her a knowing look. "Well, at least he's eighteen now, right?" she smirked. "So what is this? A 'special' birthday for one of your fans? You said you've been chatting with some of them alot more on your site..."

Your mom was speechless. Any excuse or explanation she tried to come up with would sound very contrived at this point, you guessed. 'Long-lost cousin' would certainly not be convincing. She looked at you and back at Summer, trying to find something to say, so you jumped in.

"Yes, that's it," you said. "I'm Amber's biggest fan. We've been chatting online for weeks now. When I told her my family wasn't doing anything for my birthday, Stephanie offered to celebrate with me. She's awesome - the nicest, most caring person I know. But we figured we should keep it quiet..."

The geniune emotion in your voice lent a lot of credence to your story. Summer gave you an appraising stare, then turned back to your mom. "Steph, don't worry, I won't say anything. I think this is really sweet. I'm sorry I barged in - I don't want to interfere with your party."