Cecilia and Sherry, Part One

Cecilia and Sherry, Part One

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The story deals with life long love and friendship and rank infidelity and blatant disrespect.

We both went to the same high school, but Sherry was a year older and the leader of our school's version of "Mean Girls" strutting down the Halls, people had to get our of their way or be mowed down.

I'm Hispanic, Japanese, Sicilian and Portuguese. My Mama is from Peru and was scholarshipped at the University of Washington and she ran track. She was tiny five feet tall and stunning. Her name is Hipolito.

Daddy, Bernito Vanni is not tall, five foot six, but his shoulders and chest are massive. He was the darling of Seattle Sports when he played football for the Huskies. In the family room there is this huge eight four inch framed photo of him, a cover of Sports Illustrated. His rock solid body squeezing between the three hundred pound center and guard for the University of Michigan Wolverines, his helmet buried in the belly of the two hundred fifty pound fullback stopping him on the half foot line on fourth down. It's on YouTube, an old broadcast of ESPN where the broadcaster says, "He's tiny, but he's tough, eleven tackles, four for losses. Five foot six two hundred and thirty five pounds. I've seen it all."

I was nine, when they separated, Mama finally left after hiding her serial infidelities and was now living in Cyprus with some Russian Oligarch her fourth husband I think, but who in the world is counting. She sends cards and wire's five thousand dollars a month to Daddy's account who gives it to St. Anne's. I burn the cards without reading them. I hate her so fucking much. I have not seen her in ten years.

My name is Cecilia Vanni. I'm eighteen years old. I live with pops and Nonna Vittoria who cooks and cleans for us, I have no idea how old she is, she's daddy's mama, if I were to guess maybe in her early sixties. She was maybe a little overweight and it's embarrassing to say this about your Nonna, but her tits were ginormous. Mama's were big too DD-Cups, I saw Nonna one morning as I looked into her room in a mirror on a closet door. They were over a foot long, from her chest to her nipples.

There were stretch marks all over the top where they hung from her chest. I swear on my mother's grave her nipples were over an inch long and thick.

Sigh. When I was in the fourth grade, I was a tomboy and faster than anyone in the neighborhood, when my girls came to visit and never left. I was a C-cup and ten years old, totally confused. I walked through the Halls of St. Annes grade school (K-8) with my arms crossed so nobody could see them. This sweet boy across the aisle who lived up the street from our home across from the public school Junior High and I would pass notes and giggle before Sr. Marie Claire came into the class room, now stared at me, well my chest and his face turned all red.

The principal, Mrs. Jackson sent a messenger to class one morning to bring me to her office. She was really tall. She reached for my hand as I crossed my arms. She stopped and raised her eyebrows and I shook my head vigorously no.

I found myself sitting on this hard wooden chair barely able to see Mrs. Jackson as I was three foot eight inches tall. My arms were firmly crossed. She stood up and walked around her desk and sat on the edge of the desk and smiled at me, but looked sad at the same time. "Cecilia, where's your mom?"

I had not seen my mom in weeks, I wasn't sure really, she'd be gone for weeks at a time, she's an insurance underwriter, for bizarre business coverages, her words not mine. I didn't want to get into that, so I shrugged my shoulders as if to say I had no clue which was the truth, except hard to do with my arms crossed.

She went on, "The reason I asked is I tried to call your mom and the phone number was disconnected. Do you know about that?"

As a ten year old, I felt despair come to roost, at ten, yep. I had a real high voice.

"My mama travels a lot for business, she is an insurance underwriter for Berkshire Hathaway and sometimes Lloyd's for special times."

She leaned back and grabbed this magazine and showed me a picture of mama in a wedding dress being held up by this huge Greek man with her bejeweled hand showing a wedding band and a diamond as big as a fifty cent piece wearing white stilettos, she asked, "Is this your mom?"

The way Nonna relates it I pitched forward off the chair onto my face, I broke my nose, there was blood everywhere and she said and she always added this it took me weeks to get the blood out of that blouse.

Apparently, there was some timing issues, for Daddy to be served the divorce papers, or maybe she just forgot and didn't give a shit about us. I've always thought that was the case. My nose now had a little ridge and was bent a bit. Nonna and Mrs. Kroft my English teacher in my Junior year said it made me flawed and hot all at the same time. What in the world does my Nonna know about hot? Mrs. Kroft regularly hit on me and was my faculty advisor. She actually kissed me last week, she could kiss alright but was fifty five years old. Mainly now I kept my eyes peeled as she also mauled my tits through my tee shirt, almost ripping off my letterman's jacket. Yep I'm fast and I have a scholarship to the University of Washington.

Back to Sherry and the Mean Girls, her locker was right next to mine and I was rummaging through the bottom of mine looking for a book that was late to the library and I found it and stood up and we were six inches apart and I looked up at her face.

She had green eyes and freckles and beautiful thick red hair and fat lips, red with lipstick. At some point my mouth was open and she leaned down and said, "Nice tits, very nice tits, " and briefly our chests mashed together.

Then she was gone and I felt so flush and my heart was pounding, she actually looked like Lindsay Lohan, maybe a little taller. God she was so beautiful. What did she say about my tits, they were 'nice, very nice'. I had a boyfriend, Jack Steele and he lived by our High School, Bishop Blanchett and I was eighteen due to the divorce and family tumult, so technically I was a virgin, my hymen was secure, but hand jobs and blow jobs were a big part of our life now and he even ate me during my monthly, talk about sweet agony. He had a nice dick too, nice and thick, we measured it and it was eight inches.

But all I could think about was Sherry. Was she hitting on me? Oh my fucking God, would she do it again? Please God yes, where did that come from, was I talking to God, was there a lesbian saint? Doubtful, lots of nuns are queer, most probably, but not all actually act on it, despite what porn producers say.

St. Anne's had lost two Irish priests who were fucking little boys and married women, so who knows, there had to be plenty of queer popes too, I wonder if there'd ever been even one that was not. Can you imagine living for sixty years and not having sex, maybe they wore those chastity thingies!

Ultimately, I googled lesbian red heads on my smart phones and there it was, busty twins entwined licking their snatches, lesbian teachers fucking students, eating their asses, then there was this Latina Alina Lopez. She was so beautiful, black hair and this tongue that was long and bent and she made women cum and this one video she was fucking this red head woman, Penny Pax who tried to hump Alina's whole head into her cunt.

I watched that over and over again on my phone with the sound turned almost off. Penny looked like Sherry except Sherry was taller and her tits were bigger. Did I mention I could touch my nose with my tongue? But she was going to graduate soon, true longing set in, some where between my rosebud and my clit. I wanted her to fuck my tits, cover them in hickeys and bite my nipples. I didn't get much sleep that night.

At dinner that night, before I found Alina and Penny, Nonna made stuffed manicotti with ricotta and hazelnuts, with a white sauce and mushrooms. She let me cut up stuff, but that was all. I had two helpings, tomorrow we were determining who would be travelling to meets for the school both fall indoor season and spring season.

I used this transparent tape to bind my titties to me so I could run. I am five feet tall, four foot eleven but who is counting and I weighed ninety four pounds. I wore a Blanchette tee shirt over the tit tape, because the track wife beater like uniforms would show that off. The hardest part was getting the track shorts over my hips and ginormous ass. I got that from Daddy.

The meet started at eleven in the morning at the University of Washington's purple track, there were public access stations there and the local NBC affiliate (KING TV). My one hundred meter run was scheduled at eleven forty five and I was there at eleven thirty five. Two black girls, apparently sisters, one went to Franklin High in Seattle and the other to Tahoma in Tacoma, maybe different baby daddies, they were maybe six feet tall, started saying shit to me calling me "Tinkerbelle". I was on the extreme outside as we got into the starting blocks and it was a good start I won going away with a 10.81 second electronically timed win.

The previous Washington state record was 11.55 by a girl from Tahoma in 2017. The Franklin runner approached me and congratulated me, giving me a hug. She said, "My older sister is a bitch, I'm sorry, "then she said, "you have the most yummy ass, it shook and jiggled the whole way, your shorts are like a thong, " she was hitting on me and she was gorgeous and I felt my tummy flutter, so I guess it's not just Sherry after all and I had given Jackson blow jobs and I wanted him to fuck me, I think I was awfully close to loving him. I didn't know what to think.

I also ran the two hundred meters and it was at one o'clock. The two hundred meters starts halfway down the side of the track and you run the curve to the finish line. I was in the middle of the pack and dove down to the inside lane and there was this tall black girl, the mean sister from Tahoma, and just as we went into the curve, I blew by her and never looked back. I ran a 21.90, one tenth behind the NCAA records.

I walked around the track with my hands on my hips trying to suck in air and the PA speaker, said "That was Cecilia Vanni of Bishop Blanchette at twenty one point nine zero seconds. Her second state record for the Bear runner today and just off the NCAA records in both events. She is the daughter of our own All American Bernie Vanni, go Dawgs!"

Then there was these two people in purple head to toe. She introduced herself, "I'm Maurica Hunter and this is my husband Andy Hunter, we coach track for the Huskies."I shook my head no, No he was a five foot six inch two hundred thirty five pound nose tackle for the Huskies, cover of Sports Illustrated squeezing between two three hundred pounders with his head buried in the belly of the Michigan fullback's belly goal line stand fourth quarter, fourth down, you can find it on YouTube too."

Tears were streaming down my face and then Daddy and Nonna were holding me as I wept, staring at the sky overcome with everything.

They were talking, "Mr. Vanni, Cecelia says you're a Husky."

He looked at her, taciturn as always and nodded yes.

"What about Mrs. Vanni."

I jumped in and said, "She's been married several times now, I was eight the last time I saw her, I was maybe nine the last time I talked to her. The pictures we saw, while she was still married to daddy, was in her wedding dress being held by this Huge Greek hunk. She didn't think she had to get a divorce before marrying again. I ghosted her Instagram and she was already with that formula one boy. The Greek guy was pissed. According to that British paper, the Examiner, she hid in Sicily with the driver and his family for a year and she had a little boy and was preggers a couple of weeks ago.

The coaches were staring at me with their mouths open. Daddy was glaring at me when Nonna spanked me hard and swore at me in Sicilian (Which is not TV Italian), she said, "Don't mention that puta (whore)."

I looked at the coaches sheepishly and said, "I'm so sorry for my rudeness, I hate her, but that's no excuse, let me introduce my Nonna Vittorio and my father. What am I, a legacy Husky?"

My father said, "Are you thinking scholarship?"

Mrs. Hunter said, "Not exactly, but with the transfer portal, we use NIL to effectuate a scholarships."

My daddy said, "I was there through 'Not exactly', but you switched to Swahili and I'm lost now, " he was being polite and smiling everywhere but not his eyes as he stared at Mrs. Hunter.

Mr. Hunter, sensing the tension, said, "Those are the acronyms for Name Image Likeness. Companies will give money so that Cecilia will stay here. In return she gets modeling engagements, Vogue, Swim Suit manufacturers, Shoe Companies, haute couture designers and our largest one in the package for Cecilia is a Seattle based commercial real estate firm. Cecelia will do commercials that will be seen on the Mariner, Seahawks and the Kracken games. The beauty of it is as her brand surges, others will reach out for her and pay for her branding.

Daddy said, "As near as I can tell, it's twenty five thousand dollars per year if she lives at home, so that's one hundred thousand dollars give or take, maybe she gets hurt and you red shirt her, oh and she lives at home, saving money on housing costs that way."

Mrs. Hunter said, "We were thinking one point four million dollars."

Daddy's nostrils flared like he was a bull, "Who, he asked, "Gets the money?"

Mr. Hunter said, "She will be a legal adult, but we can set it up in trusts, on shore and offshore and if Cecilia prefers we can do it so you're protecting her."

"What do they expect from her? Don't make me be her pimp, do they expect Cecilia to sleep with somebody."

"Mr. Vanni, she will not be expected to do that. Boys and girls become men and women from eighteen to twenty three. It's like having a brand new Ferrari and you want to see how fast you can go. We watch them all, we have not had one of our athletes be prostituted out and we never will."

Then Nonna said to Mrs. Hunter pointing at her, "Portagee? Maurica?"

Nonna rested her hand across her massive breastworks and said, "Italiano y Portagee, patting herself, then went on, "her mama Native, Incan and Japanese, from Peru."

Mrs. Hunter said, "You're Italian, Portuguese, Incan and Japanese?"

She continued, "Inca runners were legendary running across the Andes mountain in relays."

I sort of felt that she was lecturing me, so I said, "Coach give me some coca leaves and I'll run distance for you too."

"She looked at me, then a huge smile broke out and burst out with a guffaw followed by rapid fire laughs."

I was giggling too. She said, "We'd like to take you out to dinner tonight. We like this restaurant on Capitol Hill called Altura, say at seven tonight?"

Before Daddy could say anything, Nonna said, "Si, yes, very good."

We drove home in Daddy's truck. I showered, shaved my legs, I had pledged to myself never to shave my riotous thick black haired bush. I wasn't a little girl.

I wore an open neckline, off white sundress. White thigh highs and some four inch white stilettos. Underneath I wore a shelf bra that my soft big natural titties were right there for every one to see. I watched myself breathe and my breasts shimmered just from normal breathing. I don't know who I was trying to impress, but I didn't want them to be surprised with what I brought to the table. I wanted to see if either of them wanted to fuck me or none of them."

Nonna approved. She was wearing a red shift with her ample bosom on display, Daddy didn't seem to care what I wore. I don't think he's been with a woman and there's no porn on the laptop in his bedroom, I'd checked. I'm not weird, I didn't want him to notice me like that, I just wanted someone to love him and take care of him, maybe give me a little sister. My stupid display today was rude and insensitive and I embarrassed him and hurt him.

I tippy tapped down the fir floor to his door and knocked softy and said, "Papa."

The door opened and he was tying his tie through the collar of his light blue oxford button down shirt.

"Hey, Cece, are you okay, "I only called him Papa when I was in trouble.

"I'm so sorry for embarrassing you and the family talking about my egg donor in front of outsiders."

He pulled me to him and hugged me and I was Miss waterworks again and he patted me and picked me up and sat me on the bed and said, "Cece, I did nothing wrong. It hurt horribly at first. It's like when somebody dies, you grieve and move on. I'm not angry at her. I've moved on, I just don't care. She's sick. My counselor thinks her daddy in Peru sexually abused her. That's simplistic of course, but she finds approval being with a new partner. So I'm okay. I want you to let go of her too. Please."

He stood up and said, "Let me finish we have to go soon."

I stood up and stamped my foot. "Papa, you're alone, you need to find someone who loves you and takes care of you."

He said, with a smile, "What about Nonna?"

"Ewe Daddy, you know what I mean. I'd like a little sister or two, you're not too old for that."

He smiled at me and said, "Oh okay, "and he went to paddle me and I ran out of his room and went downstairs. Nonna's room was downstairs and as I turned towards her room, she was outside her room and beckoned to me to come with her as she turned her back to me and moved to her room. When I was in her room she had a large spray bottle of perfume and sprayed it on her wrist and held her wrist up for me to smell. She said, "You like."

I nodded yes and she sprayed it on her other wrist and rubbed them together and then she rubbed her neck with her wrists, both sides. She said smell and I leaned in and smelled her neck and it was a subtle orange scent and something else. I said,

"That's wonderful Nonna."

Then she sprayed my wrists and I mimicked what she had done, then she grabbed the front of my dress and pulled it out and she could see all of my titties and nipples and she sprayed the scent in my cleavage and on my very large titties.

I was shocked to say the least and my face felt flush. I whispered, "Nonna."

She said, "The Portagee woman is a lesbian and she wants you. Maybe for her or her and him. Look at me, one or the other, not both. I had girlfriends, still do."

"You need someone to hold you at night at least until your children are out of the house, not like what that stupid puta did to you and your Papa. Everyone knew except you that she was cheating on him."

We walked into the restaurant, Maurica was sitting at the end of the table and her husband was to her right. As I reached the table I leaned into the table and kissed her cheek and whispered, "Please make me a woman, "her eyes were centered on my cleavage.

Nonna was correct about her and the dynamics in her marriage. She leaned over to me and said, "You look stunning Cecilia!"

I said, "Oh thank the lord, I wish you could feel my heart pounding right now, being so close to you right now. I couldn't decide whether to wear panties, "as I leaned next to her face speaking softly.

I felt her foot run up the inside of left leg and I was so wet, just like that. I said softly, "Oh fuck I'm so wet for you, just you, not him ever."

Through the entire meal her foot was between my legs, teasing my thighs, teasing me just out of reach of my sopping wet cooze. I felt Nonna's glance from the end of the table and I turned to look at her and winked, causing her to smirk. She tilted her head to her right and Daddy was heavy into a tete de tete with this beautiful black woman, who I learned later was an assistant Athletic Director Laquisha Jackson. His arm was on the table, as she was talking in a very animated fashion waving her arms and just then she laid her lovely, large breasts on his arm and then stopped talking to stare at Daddy.

Fuck, I was happy for him, really happy, but she was so stunning and I realized that I did love Jackson and would probably marry him, I really liked and yearned for older queer women. She didn't look queer, but I could dream, right.

Just then as I looked back to Maurica and she said, "See something you like, "so softly.

I said, "I hope Daddy gets lucky, it's been a long time for him, "I paused and said,

"Are you sleeping with her?"

She cleared her throat and said, "I'm mostly submissive, she owns my pussy. She only let's me jerk off my hubby, or peg him when he dresses."

I said, "Dresses? Peg?"

"He dresses up in women's clothes. Pegging means I wear a harness with a dildo in it. Lately it's huge and black as he pretends he's a married women cheating with a black man."

I leaned into her and said, "I have a boyfriend and I love him, l love giving him blow jobs, but if I were to guess, I'm about twenty percent straight and eighty percent queer. I want to be a mother though, especially since my egg donor deserted us, I want to show I can love and raise kids."

She smiled at me and reached up and wiped some tears from my face and said, "I'll get you there baby."

So I signed the letter of intent and the NIL agreement and two things happened in the upcoming summer, well three things really, oh fuck there were four things:

1. Nonna got me birth control pills on her hospital plan.

2. Jackson and I fucked like monkeys almost daily.

3. Maurica and I started our love affair which would carry on sporadically for decades.

4. Washington State allows for high school students to receive NIL money as per my UW NIL agreement.

At first it was for the large shoe company in Oregon and in pictures used in ads with me holding onto some runners held below my breasts encased in a little red bikini top. Then I hit the jackpot. My agent, yes and she was woman, she got me into the southern California swimwear world, Andie Swim, Anemos, Bikyni, Bromelia, Cami & Jax, Dippin' Daisy's, Frankie's Bikinis, Gigi C (me and three older black women), good American which came from the shoot with the black women and another black based firm Inamorata.

I came home from three weeks in LA and Santa Monica and was freaked out, almost all the black women took me to parties and I had ecstasy and they fucked me as did two black boyfriends.

I am such a slut, probably get that from egg donor, but I didn't need drugs I loved giving into older women and big dicks were a revelation. I was afraid I might have an STD. So the first day back, I got Jackson to take me to the University of Washington Hospital's walk in clinic as I was technically a student under the NIL rules and made Jackson sit in the waiting room.

This older woman's doctor came in and I told her about everything. She just took it in and weighed me and measured me, I had a growth spurt, I was five feet one now and I weighed ninety seven pounds.

"So, " she said, "You're part of the NIL program and because of your spectacular tits you do swimwear ads? Other stuff?"

"I have some shoe shots to do, you know, evening wear, stilettos, pumps. I have a long photo and video shoot for a large commercial real estate firm, that builds condos and large housing developments. I'll be on Seahawks, Kracken and Mariner game commercials."

"How much money have you made so far, "she queried.

I said, "It's a function of how many times the photos end up in electronic magazines or television. I have three swimwear shots on Etsy. Last week Daddy said I was over six hundred thousand that had been paid in. He manages the money."

"What about your mother?"

I said, "She bailed when I was eight and I've not seen her since except in magazines. She's like forty or so and is married to a Sicilian formula one racer who is twenty years old and she has two toddlers and is pregnant from him, he's got to be hung

like a mule. Daddy and Nonna Vittorio raised me really."

I said, "I'm totally freaked about whether I've got an STD and I don't want to give it to my boyfriend."

"Does he know you're a slut, "she said as she rubbed my nipple.

"Well, I'm fucking his brains out, but he has no idea about the women and men, black men that have fucked me, " I sighed biting my lip.

She said, "I'm going to give you a shot of penicillin for syphilis and azithromycin orally for gonorrhea and chlamydia."

"How long until they take affect and I can fuck him?"

She said, "Tell him you're on your period."

I said, "He goes down on me during my period, what am I going to do?"

She laughed and said, "He's a keeper, the raspberry beret that Prince spoke about. Does he have a big dick?"

I said, "It's eight inches and thick, nothing like those black men. They were both in me."

She squinched up her face and said, "Anal sex too?"

I shook my head no and said, "No, I was riding one while he played with my titties and the other pushed me down so my titties were smashed against his chest and well, they were both in my cunt at the same time. Talking about being stretched, but that was the best sex I've ever had, I mean that was great, but the black women ate me after then and sat on my face, then one of the guys fucked me again while she was on my face."

"Tell your boyfriend you have a yeast infection and I will give you a prescription for fluconazole which treats yeast infection, tell him he doesn't want a yeast infection in his mouth. Don't take them and hide them for when you get one and you will. Do you know what a douche is? Buy some at the pharmacy and use it every time some guy comes in your cunt, okay?"

"Okay here's the difficult part, don't let him fuck you or eat you, nor any women do the same, or man too. They can use their fingers to fuck you, but no cuts or sores on their fingers so that they don't catch an STD, okay?"

I nodded yes, she was nice and I was embarrassed.

She put her finger under my chin and gently pushed up so I was looking into her eyes and said, "I'm pretty sure you're bi-sexual, so many women's athletes are these days, not having to be stuck with dipshits. Please listen, stay away from married men and women and thugs, okay? Do you want to marry this boy or another boy and have babies?"

"More than anything, "I said, and I went on, "I dream of a big family.

She said, "Are you Catholic?"

I nodded yes and she said, "There are lots of Catholic women who are bisexual and quietly have their need for emotional intimacy and incredible sex met with someone they know from their parish."

I said, "There is a girl at school, our lockers are next to each other, who hit on me, tall red hair, so stunningly gorgeous, but she's graduated, I could try to find her on facebook or Instagram, I suppose."

Then she threw me for a loop, "You know my wife and I watch a ton of lesbian porn and last night we watched Carter Cruise that little blond waif, get her brains fucked out by Alina Lopez this Hispanic porn star, you look just like her. Have you seen her tongue? It bends."

She was staring at me, so I stuck my tongue out and flicked the end of my nose, staring her in the eyes. She bit her lip and I truly had this thing for older women. I brought my tee shirt up and pulled my right tit up towards my mouth and then sucked on my nipple.

I said, "I don't like girls, kind of nuts about women though, I'm fucking my track coach, here at UW, and she's cute and all that but baby you're rocking that MILF body even if you're queer, I mean you're so much bigger than widdle me and you'd probably dominate me, smashing your cooze into my pretty little face. Not today 'cuz I'm a dirty nasty little cum bucket, " changing to my little girl voice, "I need you mommy, stick your fingers in me, mommy please."

She found my g-spot in maybe five seconds sucked on my tits and then banged my pucker causing me to cum all over her hand. I laid there panting as she continued to suck on my titty next to my nipple, she was giving me a hickey. Some of my school friends bitch about hickeys hurting, they got me so close and I was there again.

I said, "Stop or fuck me some more please baby, "she fucked me good and long.

I washed my face and pulled my hair into a ponytail using a rubber band.

Jackson was in the waiting room. He jumped up and grabbed my hand and said, "I was getting worried about you, are you okay, you look like you've got a fever, you're face is all red."

"Honey, " I said, "I've got a bad yeast infection and I have cramps as my monthly is starting. You have to be patient. The doctor said, 'You don't want a yeast infection in your mouth. She said maybe a month. You can jerk off on my face or titties. You know I love you baby."

Daddy proposed to Laquisha during Thanksgiving dinner and they were married just before Christmas by a Justice of the Peace, which was impossible during Advent at Saint Anne's. I had stopped confessing to the priest at St. Anne's instead I asked to meet with Sister Mary Claire, she was from Houston, Texas and a very large black woman, for spiritual direction. I told her everything, the money, I was now fucking Maurica, Jack and the UW doctor and her wife and all I could think about is not getting caught by anyone. I told her that I thought my egg donor had put a curse on me, which caused her to cross herself.

She said, "Child do you love Jack?"

I nodded yes, vigorously.

She said, "Imagine that you've been married for twenty years and you've continued to weave this web of deceit and fornication and you have children and he finds out. Maybe he's rich and he has you sign an agreement that if you cheat, you lose your babies and all the marital assets?"

She continued, "You'd been the perfect mama and loving wife, but it was a web of lies and it came crashing down."

I blurted, "I'm going to have a stepmom, she's sure to be a good influence."

I kept everything to my three lesbian lovers (Maurica, Dr. Westby and her wife Jasmine Walker) and Jack. Daddy and Laquisha went on a honeymoon to Cabo San Lucas and it was just Nana and me at home Christmas morning, which was nice and comfy. She made panettone with dates, dried cranberries and regular raisons, with strong coffee.

I was wearing some old sweat pants and a ratty tee shirt and crocheted slippers she made for me. The house was quiet, we went to midnight mass, I was a believer, but I was really confused, normal teenage stuff I guess, but last night the choir was so beautiful and the church was packed and I wept quietly clinging to Nonna, totally overwhelmed at the beauty and all the families jammed into the pews.

I saw that her cup was empty so I picked it up and poured some more into each of our cups. I returned and set them on the coffee table next to the panettone. Before I could sit, she said, "Limoncello, small skinny glasses, Cecelia."

I returned with everything, she kept the limoncello in the freezer. There was one with Meyer Lemons and the one I brought from blood oranges, her favorite. She directed me to pour into our glasses which were like Welch's grape drink glasses.

She held her glass up and said, "Salud!"

She said, "Is Jackson in love with you?"

I nodded yes, tears started pouring down my face.

"Do you love him."

"With all my heart?"

"Does have a nice dick, is he a good lover?"

I was starting to zone out, but I nodded yes.

"No more fucking black men or women, Cece, okay."

How did she know, she's a witch. For sure.

"Your agent told me."

Now she was reading my mind, I felt like I was going to pass out.

"Your agent and Sister Mary Claire, both are scared for you. Oh and that doctor, her and her wife love you."

"Cecilia my darling look at me. Women do not give you babies, Jackson can and you love him. You've had your fun, don't sully your love with him."

"I heard Laquisha telling your papa that you were fucking that Portagee woman and she called you a slut and he let her. She said the Portagee woman fucked a bunch of her athletes and that you'd eat more pussy next year and your jaw would fee broken."

"Break it off with the coach, gently say you're in love with Jackson and can't bear the thought of hurting him. Act like a married woman now, be discrete, but never with someone that trashes you."

Then the worst was saved for the last, "I still have my home that my beloved Mario and I raised your papa and his sister, we lost her before you were born, a car wreck. I have rented it out for years, but it is vacated now and I've had it cleaned up and I'm leaving the week before they return."

"Your papa has a good woman now and she is that, strong, which he needs. She's pregnant too. I saw the stick thingy next to his bed."

"I will move out the weekend after they return. All of our furniture was in storage. The house is in Montlake, it's smaller than this but nice."

By now I was weeping, painfully so, she was too. I looked at her and said, "I can't lose you, you're my mama."

She said, "Si, "opening her arms to me and I collapsed into her arms and she rocked me and shushed me and I actually fell asleep for a bit.

She woke me up and said, "Up now, you can always spend the night or the weekend with me, I made you a bedroom."

We ate more panettone, coffee and limoncello.

We didn't really do presents that year, which in its way was perfect. She made braciole which was a stuffed flank steak with red sauce. Stuffing was bread crumbs, Romano and provolone cheeses and herbs. The one thing that made it Sicilian was raisons. Some frozen peas heated in the sauce at the last minute and beautiful bread and we had Sangiovese to drink.

I went upstairs called Maurica and she picked up and I mostly stuck to the truth, "I said Laquisha and papa are on their honeymoon and she told papa that we are fuck buddies, her words, my Nonna heard her, I can't go on. When they return I have to be able to say that it's over between us. I love you Maurica, you made me a woman, like I asked you, " then I started weeping hysterically.

I said, between sobs, "I will always love you until the day I die."

She was crying and I couldn't hang up and she said, "I was so happy about us and I told her I loved you honey nothing about fuck buddies, I'm so sorry Cece, you be careful honey, you're going to be an All American here, that will be our revenge. I can't wait until next summer."

I said, "Honey what about gray shirt, "Could I come now. I have enough credits to graduate and I could be there and take classes, work out and retain eligibility and then compete in the indoor fall season."

She said, "Can you come out to campus tomorrow morning, our offices are on Montlake boulevard next to the basketball gym and the intramural gym. Would ten o'clock be okay."

"Yes baby."

I showered and put on an old peasant dress that was in my closet, it was white with embroidery around the chest (little white flowers) and it tied in back and there were pleats in the skirt. I wore some simple sandals, flats really.

I came downstairs and Nonna clasped her hands to her face and she said, "Mario loved that dress so much. It fits you perfectly."

"I broke it off with Maurica, we both wept. I told her I would love her until I died. She said she told Laquisha she was in love with me, nothing about fuck buddies. She lied to Papa, she wants to get rid of me. Nonna I have enough credits to graduate now and I can start school on January 8th. Can I live with you, at least through the end of summer, then I can be in a sorority, " seeing hope run from her face, "or I could stay."

She smiled at me. "Don't forget Jackson."

"He texted me and asked if he can come over, should I say yes."

So I did.

"Nonna I have to go out and meet with the Portagee lady and sign the early enrollment papers in the morning. Will you come with me in your old Datsun pickup?"

She said, "Si, Si, I just had the oil changed, it's a four speed stick shift, I teach you."

It was a wild ride down the hill into Fremont and across the bridge and up through Wallingford, by the University of Washington Hospital, she was tiny, could barely see over the steering wheel, but she double clutched smoothly up and down the gears explaining in Sicilian, which I basically understood every so often she would bang her hand on the horn and shriek, "Bastardi!"

She parked perfectly in the visitor parking spot in front of the building. I had on some Blanchette Sweat pants, an old Husky jersey with my papa's name on the back and a purple hoody. I held Nonna's arm as we navigated the stairs down to the door to the building and there was a receptionist.

I said, "We're here to see Maurica Hunter."

"What's your name please?"

I said, "I am Cecelia Vanni, "saying it I stood as tall as I could.

She said, "No you're actually meeting with Athletic Director Pat Chin and Maurica, Mrs. Vanni, I am Mrs. Bonnie Kendrick, nice to meet you."

She said quietly, "I am Cecelia's Nonna, I raised her."

We both clutched each other's hands tears in our eyes and followed the lady.

We went inside the doors and there was Maurica, some Husky cheerleaders and a man who came up addressing Nonna, "Ma'am, I am Pat Chin, the University of Washington athletic director. Can I call you by your name?"

"I am Maria Vanni. Mister Chin, you watch my Cece. She's all I have now."

He looked her straight in the eye and said, "Family is everything."

She nodded and I walked her over to a chair and two of the cheerleaders asked if they could get her anything to drink. I took my hoody off, and the jersey barely strained to keep my girls from busting out. It was kind of ratty and thread bare, but it said 'Vanni" on the back, number 91.

Mr. Chin walked around me and saw the name on the back. He asked where did you get this jersey, it's old."

"1992 versus the University of Michigan, goal line stand fourth down, five foot six, two hundred thirty six pounds, nose tackle, squeezed between two three hundred pound linemen with his hat in the belly of a two hundred and fifty pound Wolverine tackle, Huskies win. It's on YouTube, an old ESPN broadcast. All American, Sports Illustrated Cover, my papa."

"Is he going to join us?"

I said, "No, he's on his honeymoon with his new wife Laquisha Jackson."

He said, "Of course. Where will you be living?"

I said, "My Nonna has a nice home in Montlake, she is an incredible cook, Braciole last night, I ate way too much. Plus her garden."

"It's smaller than Papa's home, but they're going to have some babies soon, half siblings. Kind of hard to study and I'm a good student and I can really run Mr. Chin."

He said, "Perfect sit down here and sign where Maurica has the sticky tabs. I looked over at Nonna and she had two cheerleaders giggling.

Apparently the feed made it onto ESPN that night, which we missed, but it did find it's way to Cabo San Lucas. My phone was turned off and I forgot about it. We had some more braciole with some orzo and peas. We each had seconds and it felt so good.

We were sitting at the table chattering, when I remembered my smartphone. I turned it on and there were texts and voice mails from Laquisha, my stepmother from hell.

I asked Nonna if she wanted to listen. She nodded yes. The first one, She was screaming so loud, so some of the words didn't make it through, but 'cunt, and lesbian fuck buddy, managed to make it. I played the second one and she was under control and so we could hear her loud and clear, 'I'm going to beat your ass till it's bleeding, don't think your daddy will stop me, I own him now. You won't be able to walk let alone run when I'm done with you.'

Nonna said, "Let's move tomorrow, mostly it's our clothes and all my cooking tools, knives and rolling pins."

She continued, "I will get the locks changed."

We moved and were long gone when they returned.

I left a note and put it on the kitchen table and it said, 'You lied, I was nobody's fuck buddy, lover for sure, but that's gone. Papa, enjoy your new family I expected more from you.'

On a whim I took my papa's hair brush full of his hair. The move was easy, Jack helped us carry boxes in and out of Nonna's pickup. I took him out for a walk in the neighborhood and there were two homes that were darkened and even though it was almost near New Years, he took his Bear's letterman's jacket off and fucked my brains out. He was tender and rough, he bit my nipple and sucked on my neck giving me a gigantic hickey. He must have masturbated all day long. Finally he dumped this huge load into my cunt and that made me cum again. He was on top of me and I patted his back. I said, "That was incredible Jackson, Jesus."

"So that doctor, you know at the UW hospital? Apparently you did have chlamydia and she by law had to tell me, so I could get a shot or whatever. It turns out it happened for you in Los Angeles, so I missed all that. But Laquisha texted me yesterday too. It didn't matter since I've got a new girlfriend. So I still love you, but I'm not an idiot. I am not going to be wondering who are you fucking now."

I rolled off his jacket and pulled up my sweats and panties and headed back to my new home without saying a thing.

End Cecilia and Sherry part one.