I pulled up at Mary’s house and popped out to the front door. She came to the door in moments. “Hello, Mary,” I said, emphasizing her name. She smiled at my opening sally and lifted her head, turning her chin to make sure I got a good look at the birthmark I’d already looked for. Damn, she had a nice long neck for her height. My eyes still briefly slid lower, however. Even in the tight, short-sleeved shirt with high neckline she was wearing, there was ample viewing to remind me of how those tits had looked in (partially in) her swimsuit, Tuesday.
Behind her, the house was quiet. “Your parents out for dinner already?” I asked.
“Out for the weekend,” she chuckled. “Mom is at some lawyers’ continuing-education boondoggle in Gulfport. Dad went with her. Maddie and I have been instructed not to burn the place down before they get back.”
“Good luck with that,” I smiled. She laughed.
I led her to the car, did the gentlemanly hold the door thing, and we were off to that temple of the banal, Red Lobster.
It was a really nice date. The place was busy, but not crowded. The food was… from Red Lobster. But the company was very cool, to be honest. And not in a sexual overtone way. There was none of that, ‘is she teasing me or not?’ business from our beach day. Mary just enjoyed herself and we had a good time talking. Turns out, if I had just a little confidence, and talked like I did to my male friends (or my track girls), I could occasionally make a pretty girl laugh… even blush once or twice.
At least one, if not both, of us had already seen every movie in the theaters that weekend. Instead, we just took a brief walk around the little commercial district surrounding the restaurant, and stopped for ice cream. The whole time we were out was sweet, and almost, um, kind of chaste?
Okay, Mary did really use a lot more visible tongue while eating her ice cream cone than was strictly necessary. But that was it for the flirting. Really.
My dick barely stirred. Barely.
The problem was, there wasn’t much to do, and I felt like I wanted to make sure I didn’t bore Mary. With a shrug, I at last said diffidently. “I guess we should head back?”
Mary shrugged. “Yeah. Probably.”
We continued to chat happily as we drove back toward her house, but I could not help but feel a little like I was letting her down. And letting myself down.
I mean, I was absolutely not expecting this date to end with me bending Mary over the hood of my car in some farmer’s field. But a guy could dream of at least a little something, right?
A week before, I had been a virgin who had never been on a single date. Yeah, I had gotten spoiled rapidly.
I pulled up at Mary’s house once more, and walked her to the door. She opened it and paused. “This was fun,” she chirped.
“Yeah, I had a great time, too,” I said. Then I screwed up every ounce of my new-found courage, and leaned in to plant a light kiss, right on her lips. She kissed me back a little, but then broke it off.
It had been a wonderful night, honestly.
Mary shoved the door open a bit further and said blandly, “But aren’t you coming in?”
With that, she turned inside and I dumbly walked after her, letting the door slip closed behind us.
Mary waved at the couch. “Have a seat,” she said casually. She started toward the kitchen. “Want a beer?”
“It seems imprudent to drink your dad’s beer,” I observed doubtfully.
“Relax,” Mary giggled. “He poured out his last two before he left, just to make sure we wouldn’t drink them. But Maddie and I have been poaching one or two every few days since we found out that they’d be heading out of town. There are now seven unauthorized bottles he doesn’t know we have, chilling in the fridge.”
“Then please,” I said.
“‘Imprudent’,” Mary laughed to herself at my reflexive use of SAT vocabulary as she danced off to the kitchen. What is it my Uncle Tommy says about a pretty girl? ‘I hate to see her leave, but I love to watch her go’? Yeah. That summed up watching Mary’s ass in that short skirt as she retreated to the kitchen.
She was back in a minute or two with two open bottles of Miller High Life. She handed me one as she plopped down next to me on the couch. Right. Next. To. Me on the couch. We clinked bottles and I winced at the flavor. “You don’t drink much at school?” Mary asked inquisitively.
“Me? Not a lot,” I said. I had had a secretive drink at school maybe five times in four years, but I was getting good at hiding the truth while not lying. “And my friends and I don’t drink beer. You can hide a lot more Rum and Coke’s worth of rum in a single aluminum water bottle, than you can beer in easy to identify cans!”
“Sound idea,” said Mary, and I could see her mind filing it away.
We took another pull of beer, Mary faster than me.
“So,” she asked me briskly, “when are you going to finally kiss me?”
Uh.
“Uh,” I said brilliantly. “I already have! At… At the door.”
“For real, Al,” Mary said heavily, leaning toward me.
Thank God there was a table I could reach to instantly put the beer on, because a split second after I did, we were kissing. Hard. This was not the gentle little busk we had shared at the door. Nor was it the gentle exploration Carrie and I had shared, at least at first. This was a hot, horny girl trying to inhale my tongue. And it was me, eagerly attempting to let her.
I was still taken aback this time, but was way more ready to try to do my part than when I had first made out with Carrie. I almost immediately put my arms around Mary’s waist and she let me pull her even closer to me. Her arms just as quickly wrapped around my shoulders. I probed her mouth with my tongue in turn. Her mouth tasted of beer, but then, so did mine, I was sure. I certainly was not going to stop to complain!
I felt Mary press her chest against mine, and oh man did that feel nice. The substantial flesh of her boobs against my body made my nostrils flare.
I took a shot.
I drew one hand from her waist and slid it up the side of her torso. When my wrist was pressing against the curve of her breast squished against my body, I pulled back slightly and slid my hand in between us and over her boob. Mary just growled approvingly.