When the party finally broke up about 1:30, we went upstairs to change, picked up our dresses, and then Jeremy walked me home and kissed me goodnight.

  Inside, I lean against the door once I close it, and smile dreamily.

  “Someone sure had a great time tonight,” David says.

  “Better than you know, and it isn’t as if you didn’t make out with Emma, too,” I return brazenly.

  “True and she sure knows how to suck face,” he says with a grin.

  I shrug. “As if I’d know, though when I saw you two, it looked like she was trying to imitate one of those face-hugger thingies from Aliens.”

  He ughs. “As if I minded,” he then tells me with a smirk.

  “No, I don’t imagine you did. David, take care of her, and don’t you dare hurt her. She’s super sweet and very sensitive. She may act tough, but she isn’t. She’s hurt very easily.”

  He holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, okay.”

  “I’m serious here. If you hurt her, I’ll bury you.”

  He ughs again and pces his hand on my head, which I quickly brush off. “Lil’ sis, you might not realize this, but compared to me, you’re tiny, so you’d have a hard time doing anything to me.”

  I grin evilly. “I may be small, but I still have the baseball bat Dad got me when I was 7, and you have to sleep sometime. Do. Not. Hurt. Her. Period. Get me?”

  “I got it, but I’m not going to hurt Emma. I happen to like her a lot.”

  “Good. She deserves to be happy. On that note: I’m going to bed. Night, Bro. Love you.”

  “Love you, too. Night, Sis.”

  In my room, I hang up the garment bag containing my dress in the closet, undress, and dump everything in the hamper. Taking a nightgown out of my dresser, I head into the bathroom to shower and wash my hair. Once I dry myself and my hair, I slip on my nightgown, turn on my bedside light and turn off the overhead light. Crawling under my covers, I smile as I repy the night in my head.

  This brings to mind the feeling in my stomach, and I wonder what it was. It’s too soon for my period, so that can’t be it. I finally settle on talking to Mom about it in the morning. Reaching over, I turn out the light, snuggle into my covers, and close my eyes.

  That night, I dreamed about Jeremy. I don’t really remember what it was about, just that it was a very nice dream. I wake up the next morning to soaked panties and damp sheets. I think, ‘Just wonderful, 13 years old, and I wet myself.’

  I get up, strip my bed, toss my nightgown and panties into the hamper, and shower again. Back in my room, I slip on some fresh panties, a bra, a camisole, a blue jean skort, then pick up my sheets, and head down to the undry room. I was hoping she wouldn’t be, but of course, my mom is up and sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.

  “Good morning, Sweetie.”

  “Morning, Mom”

  “Why do you have your sheets? I just changed them yesterday.”

  Blushing furiously, I mutter, “I wet the bed.”

  Standing up, she takes the sheets from me and sniffs them, then she says, “Baby, you didn’t wet the bed. You had a wet dream.”

  “Huh? What’s that?”

  “Take a seat. I’ll be right back.”

  She takes my sheets and pces them in the washer and starts it, then comes back and sits down beside me.

  She quietly says, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, but a wet dream is a dream about sex. In other words, you had a dream that turned you on, and you had an orgasm in your sleep. As I said, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s merely another part of growing up.”

  “But, why did I dream about Jeremy?”

  She shrugs. “You like him don’t you? You also find him attractive, right?”

  “Of course, I like him and yes, he’s definitely handsome. I suppose I’ve always seen him that way.”

  “Then, there you go. That’s why you had a wet dream about him, but it could have easily been someone else that you find attractive. A movie star, singer, or some other celebrity since that’s rather common. Baby, as I said, it’s perfectly normal for you to have those kinds of dreams, everyone has them, and yes, I do as well.”

  I wrinkle my nose. “Eww… TMI, Mom. I really didn’t need to know that.”

  She ughs and hugs me. “Okay, okay. Enough said on the subject… Now, what do you say we get some fresh sheets, make your bed, and then get breakfast started?”

  “Sure, that sounds like a pn. Mom?”

  She pauses while standing up. “Hmm?”

  “Thanks for talking to me about this, but please, don’t tell David, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

  “Baby, I won’t even tell your father about it. It’s just between us girls,” she crosses her heart and winks at me, “I promise.”

  We get some sheets out of the linen closet, and she helps me make my bed. As we’re making my bed, I bring up st night.

  “Mom, you said we can talk about anything, right?” She replies, “Mhmm,” without even turning to look at me. “During the pool party st night, Jeremy asked me to be his girlfriend, and I said, yes.”

  “I’m happy for you.”

  “Thanks, but that’s not why I’m bringing it up. We made out,” she looks at me, and quirks an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything. “Well, the thing is, when we were making out, I got this feeling in my stomach and ‘down below,’ if you know where I mean. I felt like I wanted… No, needed is a better word for it, something when we were making out. I don’t understand it, but it was rather strong. What was that?”

  She sits down on the bed and pats it beside her. Walking over, I sit down. She suddenly hugs me and says, “I’d hoped you wouldn’t have the same issues I do and we could hold off on this talk for a while longer. Baby, basically your body was telling you that you were turned on.”

  “Turned on?”

  “I mean your body was telling you that you wanted to have sex. Unfortunately, you are like me, easily turned on. I say unfortunately because it’s not so great having that trait when you aren’t married or in a committed retionship. In my case, it wasn’t seen as a bad thing because when I was your age, sex was looked at as a natural thing between girls and boys and wasn’t really stigmatized.

  “What I’m saying is that it’s a natural part of you and not necessarily a bad thing. It is something you’ll need to control. Is that something that you think you can do?”

  I shrug. “I dunno. The feeling was almost overwhelming. How honest do you want me to be here?”

  “Perfectly honest. I’m not going to get angry at you over this, I promise.”

  “If I’m perfectly honest, then if Jeremy would have pushed just a bit, I’d have probably let him have his way with me st night. I didn’t understand the feelings, but I wanted more of them. Much more.”

  She sighs. “Then, I need to make you an appointment to see our gynecologist so we can get you on birth control… Truthfully, I’d rather you wait to have sex until you’re older, but knowing how I was, it can’t hurt to take precautions.” She pulls back to look me in the eyes. “You will keep them hidden when we get the prescription. You don’t want to see your father's reaction if he finds out. Okay?” I merely nod. “Good. I should have assumed that it wouldn’t skip you since Diane is the same way… Alright, let’s finish up and then make breakfast.”

  After we finish, we head down and make Mom’s famous breakfast casserole. It’s rather simple to make. Diced potatoes, diced onions, diced ham, diced link sausage, scrambled eggs, and lots of cheese on top. Wrap it in foil, stick it in the oven for 40-minutes, and voi! A filling breakfast for everyone with little in the way of cleanup after.

  Once Mom, Diana, and I do the minor clean-up that’s required, Diana, David and I head upstairs to change because all of us kids are going to the mall on a group date for dinner, a movie, and a walk at the park.

  I put on a white strapless ce bra and panty set, then slip on an ivory spaghetti strap, mid-thigh length sundress, and put my hair up in a high, twisted ponytail. I clean off my nail polish from my fingernails and toenails, paint them burgundy, then add two coats of clear gloss. Once they dry, slip on the burgundy ankle strap sandals with 2” cone heels I chose. After I apply my makeup and some smudge-proof tinted lipgloss, I look myself over in the mirror and smile at the image of the rather cute girl reflected there. I think Jeremy will be pleased with how his girlfriend looks today. I head downstairs to find David impatiently waiting. Diana comes down a few minutes ter.

  David yells out, “Mom, we’re ready to leave!”

  A moment ter, Dad pokes his head out and says, “Be careful, and have fun. David, you boys watch out for the girls, too.”

  All of us reply, “We will.”

  “Alight, be home by 9:00. Tomorrow's a school day.”

  “We will.”

  Of course, Mom is dropping us off, and Emma’s mother is picking us up.

  Our group consists of David and Emma, Diana and her boyfriend Daniel, me and Jeremy, and finally, Kelly and Jason. We invited the rest of the cheerleaders and a couple of others, but they sadly declined saying they had other pns.

  Dinner is little more than going to one of our local family diners, although the company and conversation made the event really enjoyable. Afterward, the boys pay for our meals, and we slowly walk to the theater.

  Unfortunately, the movie we went to seems to be rather popur, read that as the theater is packed, so instead of being able to get seats in the middle of the rows, we have to take some in the very back. In a way, that’s a good thing. During the movie, Jeremy tentatively reaches over and gently ys his hand on my thigh. He looks at me as if asking, ‘Is this okay?’ I simply smile at him, cross my legs to trap his hand in pce, and return my attention to the movie.

  If I’m being honest with myself, I’m rather happy that he’s confident enough to touch me like that, although, for now, I don’t pn to let him know just how much I like him touching me. He never lets go for the remainder of the movie, and I quite like the fact that he gently rubs my thigh with his thumb now and again. Leaning over, I rest my head against his shoulder. Every now and then, he would use his other hand to take my chin, lift my face up, and kiss me.

  After the movie ends, he takes my hand as we exit the theater. David and Emma lead our little group out of the theater and head toward the park. It isn’t that far away, and we walk along the path around the small ke. I find it rather romantic since we have almost a full moon tonight.

  We then stop at a seating area and kind of spread out amongst the benches as couples. Needless to say, Jeremy quickly pulls me to him and gives me a long, deep kiss, which lights a fire inside me. After we break our kiss, I stand up, hike up my skirt a bit, then sit down in his p, facing him, and continue where we left off. I don’t even flinch when he slides his hand up along my thighs underneath the skirt of my dress and grabs my butt, although I’m happy to report that he didn’t try to take it any further.

  It’s amazing how fast time flies when you’re enjoying yourself, and unfortunately, it’s now time for us to call Emma’s Mom to come to get us. Back at home, Mom pys 20 questions with me as we prepare a snack for all of us. David actually shakes his head and growls as he says, “Give me a break,” gets up from the table, and leaves the kitchen.

  Mom merely smiles, and says, “Boys just don’t get it, do they?” which brings on a fit of giggles for both of us.