"Whoa!" Charlotte told her. She reeled with the information her daughter had just told her.
"I need a minute to digest this."
Crystal waited while her mom absorbed everything she had heard. Her daughter's problems with her boyfriend, her voyeurism the other night, and the knowledge that she knew what was going on with Kevin."
"OK," Charlotte said finally. "Is there anything you want to know?"
"Well, I, er … uh … " Crystal stuttered.
"What is it, baby? You can ask me anything. It's not like I have any secrets anymore," she said with a laugh.
"Well, Mark's … penis," she finally blurted out, "was really small. It looked like Kevin didn't have that problem."
"No, Kevin is far from having that problem," Charlotte said matter-of-factly.
"Does that make a difference, mom?" Crystal asked bluntly.
"Well, they say size doesn't matter. They also say that that saying was invented by a woman trying to make their man fell adequate. I've never been with a man with an overly small cock, so you have that experience that I don't. But a man with an average-sized cock with some skills in bed can still do a good job."
"But, a man whose good in bed, with a nice-sized cock will blow him out of the water, in my humble opinion," she continued.
"I guess Kevin fits in that category?" Crystal asked.
"Oh, yeah!" Charlotte told her, punctuated with a little giggle. "You saw! Right?"
"Yeah, he appeared to know what he was doing," Crystal said.
There was a long pause.
"Mom, I'm sorry that I watched you with Kevin," Crystal told her.
"That's, OK, Crystal. I guess we don't have any secrets now. I actually find it kind of a strange turn-on that you were watching me," Charlotte told her.
"Mom!" Crystal exclaimed.
"I find it terrible that you are growing up and having sex, but not knowing how wonderful it really can be," Charlotte said sympathetically.
"Well, from what I see, all we need to do is find me someone like Kevin!" she said with a chuckle.
Charlotte paused and looked at her daughter.
"And I have a great idea about how we can make that happen," she told her daughter.
Chapter Thirteen
Kevin
Kevin's cell phone rang one day at school. Looking at the caller ID, he saw Charlotte's name. Without hesitation, he slid the slider on his iPhone to accept the call.
"Hey, babe! What's up?" he asked.
"Kevin, I hate to ask a favor, but I'm in a tight spot," he heard Charlotte's voice say in the earpiece of his phone. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Babe, you know I'd do anything for you," he told her.
"Well shit, my asshole boss called me out of town for the weekend. Crystal has a game tonight, and was counting on me to be there. I talked to her about it, and she's hurt, but she asked if you could be there. I don't want to guilt you," she told him.
"Can you keep an eye on things until I get back?" she asked him.
"Charlotte, if you need me to go to the game, that's easy. Watching Crystal isn't a problem. I'll be happy to help you," he told her reasonably.
"Thank you so much. But now that she gave Dipshit the heave-ho last week, she'll need a ride home after the game. Is that still ok?" she asked him.
"Oh yeah, that's cool. You don't' have to twist my arm to get me to watch a football game. I might just root for the other guys after the way you talk about Mark, though," he said with a chuckle.
"Thanks, Kevin. You're a lifesaver," she said.
"You'd help me out if I asked. I know that," he told her.
"Yeah, maybe," she said.
"Smartass!" he shot back.
Charlotte laughed in the phone.
"Anyway, I have just enough time to get home and grab some stuff and head for the airport. I'm flying out in just a few hours. I'll be back Sunday afternoon," she told him.
"Oh wow! That's fast. Too bad. I would've liked to have seen you before you left," he told her sincerely.
"Yeah, that would have been nice, but no can do, babe. We have this deposition that has to be taken and this weekend is the only time we can do it," she told him.
"Well, I'll see you Sunday, I guess," he told her.
"Yeah. I'll miss you. I've gotten kind of used to having you and your little friend every night," she told him with a giggle.
"That has been kind of nice, hasn't it?" he asked.
"Yeah, very nice. OK, gotta run. I'll see you on Sunday. Thanks again," she said.
"No problem. Anytime," he told her. The connection went dead.
A few hours later, Kevin got in his crappy old car and drove to the stadium. Now that he was getting paid regularly again, and his living expenses at Charlotte's were so low, he decided that it was maybe time to look at a new car. Maybe he could attend to that this weekend with Charlotte gone. He sure wasn't going to miss this crappy old thing, which was the last tangible reminder of his failed marriage. His ex got the good car, and he got the piece of shit. He guessed he was lucky that the divorce court judge left him anything other than the shirt on of his back.
He paid admission at the gate, and stopped at the concession stand for food on the way into the stadium. Frito Pie and coke paled in comparison to what he was used to eating, and what he had been preparing for Charlotte and Crystal, but this would be an easy way to eat for one, since he didn't have them to worry about tonight.
He arrived in the stands, just before gametime. Soon after he sat down, the drill team filed into the stands with Crystal in the lead. Looking up, she saw him, smiled and waved excitedly. Crystal struck Kevin as a brunette version of her mother, with a few differences. Similar in stature, Crystal obviously had not had the attention of a plastic surgeon. Her lithe dancer's body was not capped by her mother's amazing rack, but rather a smallish set of tits, probably a small B-cup in size. Her hair was in a slightly different style that had bangs, rather than the combed in the middle layered look of her mom. Charlotte had told her about having to put Crystal in braces twice and paying through the nose for an orthodontist, but the results were worth it. Crystal had a brilliant smile, showing a perfect set of pearly white teeth.
Seeing them together, it was obvious that they were related. They were both just stunning.
After getting the team settled into their places, Crystal came up to where he was sitting. He stood as she approached.
He was surprised when she hugged him.
"Thanks for coming, Kevin," she told him.
"Hey, think nothing of it," he told her. "I'm glad to be here."
"Well, it means a lot to me. My mom was really sad that she couldn't be here," she said. "But I'm really happy that you could be."
"I'd do anything for you and your mom, you know that," he replied.
"Even come watch a really bad football game," he continued leaning close and whispering into her ear.
Crystal laughed, and then leaned close to his ear.
"Yeah, well just don't get so disappointed that you leave, and forget I need a ride home!" she said with a giggle. Breaking away from him, she looked at him with a big smile and happily went back to her seat with the drill team.
Chapter Fourteen
Crystal
After the game, Crystal waited until the drill team coach released them. She saw Kevin still in the stands, and jerked her head to the side, indicating that she was ready. He nodded and made his way down the seats to meet her.
"That was quite a game," Kevin said with a smile as he met her.
"Yeah. Kind of unfamiliar territory for me, though. I don't recall ever watching a win before," she chuckled.
Mark had thrown two interceptions and fumbled a ball away in the first half. He was mercifully benched at halftime. His sophomore backup came in the game at the half, and led the team to a narrow victory after making up Mark's 21 point deficit and then engineering an 80-yard drive, most of which occurred after the two minute warning, to gain a touchdown on a last second strike into the endzone.
When the winning touchdown scored, Crystal had watched as the whole team erupted in celebration except for Mark. He threw his helmet to the ground in an infantile temper tantrum, and in the stands his dad went ballistic, cursing the coach as the team erupted in celebration. She chuckled at their immaturity and self-centered behavior.
That moment made her realize what she was missing. Nothing.
"So are you free to go?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied.
"Cool. I'm parked pretty close. Can I carry your bag?" he asked her.
She was surprised at the offer. Each drill team member had a huge bag of crap they had to bring to every game. While not heavy, it was bulky and took up a lot of space. They even had to reserve a big section of the stands, not just to keep the team together, but to be able to hold their voluminous amount of shit they were required to have at each performance.
"Sure, that would be wonderful," she said as she offered him her bag. He took it and slung it over his shoulder. They began walking out the stadium to his car.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Not really," she replied.