"Mom," you say, exasperated. "I don't need your help. Besides, we're just going to hang out... it's like... a platonic thing."
A smirking smile appears on your mother's face, and she raises an eyebrow at you. "Platonic, eh?"
You give her a glowering look, to which she responds, "Yes, of course it is, you are just schoolmates, after all. I think she's here, go on out and meet her!"
You roll your eyes at her, grabbing your wallet and phone off the bedside table, and hurry downstairs. Your mom follows you down. "You remembered to brush your teeth?"
"Yes, mom."
"And wash behind your ears?"
"Yeah."
"Fresh change of underpants?"
"Mom!"
"I just want you to be prepared!"
"I'm leaving now, mother." You open the door, and almost walk into Tiffany, standing on the other side, fist raised to knock.
"Oh!" She says. "Hey, Doug, you, uh, ready to go?"
You turn to your mom, then back to Tiffany. "Yeah, I'm all set."
She smiles at you, and offers her arm for you to hold on to. You stare at it for a moment, unsure of what to do. Your mother's voice interrupts your trance.
"Dougy, why don't you go to the car, I need to talk to your, uh, friend, here, for a second."
You turn back, nod, then head for Tiffany's car while your mother and Tiffany converse. It's a nice ass car, all black chrome, with two red stripes going down the middle. You swear you'd seen something similar in old action movies.The interior is leather, or at least, it looks and feels just like the real thing, and the seat has great lumbar support. There's a little handle on the side of the seat that you imagine makes it go all the way down. There's not much of a backseat, but it seems big enough for two people to sit side-by-side, though they would be pressed for elbow room. You shut the door behind you, then look out the window back towards the front porch, where your mother and Tiffany are still talking. What the hell could be so important that she has to bogart the beginning of your... whatever exactly this is.
It finally looks like they're wrapping up, Tiffany nodding profusely to your mother's stern expression, which softens, right before they high five, your mom giving Tiffany a swat on the butt as she walks away. You watch Tiffany come down the steps, her expression cloaked in shadow as the back lighting from the house obscures your vision. As she rounds the car to enter the driver's side, you see your mom give two thumbs up, to which you manage to a weak smile. Wait, was she giving the thumbs up to you, or to Tiffany?
The car door clunks open, and Tiffany slides into the seat, shutting the door behind her. You turn to her and ask, "So what was that all about?"
She grins at you. "Oh, you know, the standard array, don't hurt you too much, have you home before school starts tomorrow... and she did say some pretty interesting things about you, Doug."
You gulp. "Like... what, exactly?"
"It wasn't really anything. So they're playing "Great Balls of Fire", that reboot movie "Shaft", and "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang". I heard good things about Kiss Kiss, so I got us tickets to go see that."
The engine roars as she throws it into gear, and you go flying down the street, tires squealing as you round the corner and your house drops out of view.
The movie theater isn't busy at all when you get there, and the pair of you walk up to the concession stand to get a tub of popcorn and a drink. While waiting in line behind 2 other people, probably the only other ones in the entire theater, you get a good look at Tiffany. Her black and red hair is still spiky, worn the same way she had it in school earlier, but she's swapped out her clothing for something a little more... powerful? She's wearing black crop top with claw marks across it, showing off her rock solid midriff, and below it a pair of black jeans that hug her curves, and seem to accentuate the crotch area. You feel your cheeks burn as you avert your gaze, searching for somewhere else to look. Luckily, the menu is right there, and Tiffany quickly orders the snacks, seemingly unaware of your wayward glance. Together, you proceed to your seats, right smack dab in the middle of the theater. They couldn't be better. Tiffany smiles at you as you both sit, waiting for the previews to come on.
"So..." She asks. "You do this often?"
Ah crap. Should you tell her the truth? Does she know you've never been on a date like this before? Maybe you should lie, and tell her that you're a pro, this is a normal Monday evening for you. No, no, you couldn't lie to her on your first outing together. But what would she think if she found out you're a virgin? You'd always thought of your virginity as a unique trait in this modern era, like a unicorn. But now that you were actually faced with the reality of the situation, you aren't sure which way to tell her.
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