Sex Education
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Chapter 1
Tony was home for Thanksgiving. He was in his second year of college and hanging on by the skin of his teeth. His dad had died the year before he started college and the first year he had put everything into getting good grades. He thought he owed him that much but now....
He was sitting on the couch with the TV on. Natasha, Tony's mother came in from the kitchen and asked, "How is school?
"It's school," Tony replied and let out a sigh. "I'm having problems keeping my head in it."
His mother chuckled. "Yeah, I remember what a circus it was at times. All the boys trying to get in my head and heart, among other places. It must be the same with the girls for you."
Tony looked at his mother and frowned. "I thought you and dad were in college together."
"Only the last year. He transferred in from back east," his mom replied.
"Yeah, the girls are distracting," Tony said. "How long before supper?" He asked to change the subject.
"About thirty minutes," his mother replied as she turned and went upstairs.
Tony watched her as she did and sighed. His grades were down but he still had time to get them back up. Girls were the problem but more like the lack of them than too many.
Thanksgiving was like none before. The Covid thing had everyone staying home. It ended up being just him and his mom. Natasha was putting stuff on the dinning room table and Tony asked, "Anything I can help you with?"
His mother stopped and turned his way. "Nope, I'm keeping it simple this year. No big bird. I'm going straight to the leftovers," she replied and headed back to the kitchen.
"Leftovers?" Tony said more to himself than her.
He stood up and walked over to the dinning room table. Cranberry sauce, dressing, rolls, sweet potatoes, and a pitcher of iced tea. Everything seemed to be there but in smaller portions than normal.
His mom came into the room carrying a platter of sliced turkey. She saw him looking and grinned. "Enough for one meal and a few sandwiches later."
"It all looks great," he said as his mother sat the platter on the table. He pulled out the chair at the head of the table for his mother to sit down.
She grinned and shook her head. "You sit there. You're the man of the house now."
"I, uh," he said as he pulled out the chair next to his with a plate in front of it.
His mother sat down and said, "Happy Thanksgiving."
Tony sat down in what would have been his dad's chair and sighed as he looked at the rest of the table and the empty places. "A lot of the kids stayed at school."
His mother shrugged. "We're both fully vaccinated."
"So are a lot of them. It's more the travel thing. I can drive without stopping except for gas."
"You should have brought a girl along for company," his mother said in a teasing voice.
"What girl would that be? The stuck up ones that ignore me, their friends that follow their lead, the half dozen lesbians I know, or maybe one of the jocks girlfriends?"
"But..." his mother started to say.
"Oh yeah, I forgot the gay guys and the transvestites."
His mother stared at him with her mouth hanging open for a few minutes and then sighed. "So it's the lack of female company."
"Pretty much," Tony said as he picked up his fork.
"You dated quite a few girls in high school, didn't you?"
"Yes, I had a few girlfriends. None were serious though. This is different though. It seems like if you're not in certain groups, you're out of luck."
"Then join a group," his mother suggested.
Tony frowned and shook his head. "Most of them are not people I'd really want to associate with, not to mention what you might think of them."
"Okay," his mother said. It was as much a question as a comment.
"Drinking and drugs," Tony replied.
"No, not the place for you," Natasha said quickly.
"I'm not a jock. I'm not nerdy enough for that group. Although compared to the jocks, I'm a genius."
Natasha laughed. "Yeah, that didn't take much. Most were too full of themselves to be any good for anyone else who wasn't on their team."
"The girls I'm most attracted to are too busy studying to worry about boyfriends."
Chapter 2
Natasha looked thoughtful for a moment and then nodded. "I fell into that group until I met your dad. After that I was head over heels in lust, uh, love."
Tony chuckled. "Good catch there mom."
"I always thought he was," Natasha whispered and then grinned, "But that's not what you meant, right?"
"Maybe I'll get lucky one day," Tony said before he started eating more than talking.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Tony woke up and had to pee. Too much iced tea. He swung his feet to the side of the bed as he tossed the covers back. It took him a moment or two to realize he wasn't in his dorm room but in his bedroom at home.
He stood up and ...