Finnie confronts MomChristine

Finnie stayed silent. She just couldn't bring herself to talk to her step-mom right now. She had barely begun to start her assignment. She hadn't really done anything naughty, well except for that flight attendant, though that didn't count much, and already she was so confused.

She saw everyone she knew as a sex-crazed maniac. She took a deep breath. She'd have to talk to MomChristine sometime.

"Hang on, wait here" MomChristine said with excitement. "I got you something." And disappeared into her own bedroom down the hall.

Finnie tried to calm herself. This sex with the football team business that her step-mom had told her about was probably no big deal. Finnie reminded herself that even though she hadn't lost her virginity until college, most people lost it much earlier. Most people did crazy things, experimented, had fun when they were young at an age when Finnie was still being awkward and confused. It didn't make them bad people. Everyone was allowed to be a little sexually adventurous even if she hadn't gotten to be.

The thought calmed Finnie. Maybe she could start looking at MomChristine, the woman she loved more than anyone in the world, normally again. Maybe she could get back on with this project.

And MomChristine returned with a pink bag. "I got this to help with your assignment. I hope it helps."

And Finnie pulled from the bag a hot black bra and a tiny little plaid skirt.

"I thought it might help you lose your virginity right this time." MomChristine said with a smile. Clearly she just wanted to be helpful.

Under different circumstances it was the kind of honest present that would have made Finnie appreciate how cool her MomChristine was. But now strange thoughts came flooding back into her head. 'Does she want to make me into a high school whore like she was?' Finnie thought and immediately regretted it.

She didn't react much to the present.

"C'mon hon. Tell me what's wrong." MomChristine insisted. "I know this assignment is making you nervous. But it's nothing you haven't done before. You'll be great. Talk to me." The pleading look on MomChristine's face was nothing short of genuine, the true mark of a woman who'd cared for a girl, a daughter, all her life. And she went on. "We can talk about anything together. We always have. Tell me."

Finnie wasn't going to get a better opening than this. "You fucked the whole football team?"

"Oh... yeah." MomChristine suddenly got shy. It was a rare emotion from her.

"Did.... did you like it?" Finnie wasn't sure what kind of answer she wanted.

But MomChristine answered honestly. "Yes." and simply, lifting her head up, playing down her shyness.

"Is that the only time you ever been in an... an orgy?" Finnie felt like she had to ask the questions even though the answers hurt. In a way they turned her on at the same time.

"No." MomChristine took a deep breath. She was keeping it simple.

And now came the question Finnie knew she needed to know, and if MomChristine answered in the affirmative, if she was still doing it, still cheating on her father, Finnie didn't know what she'd do. Her relationship with her best friend was on the line. "Do you still? Do you still go to... um... orgies?"