Santa Monica Seduction, Part 3 – Cooperation & Preparation

by Alice Gee

Preamble:

*****

Before Saturday arrived, Amy needed to spend some time with her best friend Stephanie. Her friend already knew about the break up of Amy and Mark and now wanted to know the sordid details. As with girls the world over there were no secrets between best friends, so Amy told Stephanie everything that had transpired on that Wednesday night.

“So that’s the story then. I thought it had to be something serious. What a complete jerk-off. I’ve had my problems with Joel but nothing compared to this. He’s a bit of a two-minute wonder but at least he does try a little foreplay. And he does suck a mean pussy.” Stephanie said giggling and placing her hands over her mouth.

“Honestly! Wow! I’ll never be able to look Joel in the face again without laughing,” Amy said while laughing aloud and putting her hand on her friend’s knee.

“Don’t you dare say anything to him. It took a long time to train him. So I don’t want to spoil it now,” Stephanie said laughing.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that, I would not dream of doing anything to spoil your fun. I won’t tell a soul,” Amy stated while giving her friend a hug. She leaned back, looked at her friend, and said, “Actually I think it’s kind of neat that you have been able to get him to do that. When I think of the way that big lug Mark has acted. God, I still get angry.”

“You probably could have trained him as well if you would have giving him time,” Stephanie suggested.

“No, it’s over and as far as I’m concerned I am well rid of him.”

“You realize that Mark is going around telling everyone how he got in your pants? Joel told me,” Stephanie said sympathetically.

“I thought he might. And what I know about him now I think he would have done that even if I hadn’t broke up with him.” Amy looked at Stephanie and shrugged her shoulders.

“I will tell you something. It is not very good for his reputation that the first night you had sex, you gave him the elbow.” Stephanie was nodding her head as she spoke with a knowing look on her face.

“I’ll tell you, I sympathize with whatever luckless poor girl ends up with him. He was a complete pig.” Amy was shaking her head. “Anyway, that’s enough about that asshole. I need to ask you a favor, if I can?”

“Yes, of course, anything. You know you only have to ask.”

“Well on Saturday you know that my parents are going away for the night. Well, I've been invited to a party that night. I really want to go and I want to know if you will cover for me.” Amy looked at her friend expectantly.

“It did not take you long to get over Mark, did it? Are you already seeing someone else?” Stephanie said smiling.

“Well, will you?” Amy said anxiously.

“Of course I will. What do I have to do?”

“I want you to sleep over at my house on Saturday night,” Amy said simply.

“OK,” Stephanie answered with a puzzled look on her face. “I’ll ask my parents, I’m sure there will be no problem.”

“I’ve not asked my parents yet but I know they will be delighted. You know how much they like you,” Amy said.

“So how does that help you with the party?”

“Well,” Amy paused before proceeding, “I want you to stay there alone, at least for the first part of the evening and maybe all night. I have not made my mind up on that part yet.” Amy was looking at her friend with a pleading look on her face.

“Look, why don’t we cut to the chase here. You explain what you want of me and then I’ll tell you if I’m comfortable doing it. Capiche?”

Amy took a long look at her friend and then took a deep breath and said, “OK, here’s the whole deal. As you know, my parents are going to Las Vegas for the weekend. It is something to do with Dad’s work, a regional conference or something. Actually, it sounds like one big freebie to me. Well, they will leave early on Saturday morning and return sometime on Sunday afternoon, probably around five. I’ve been invited to a party on Saturday night and I really want to go. I know my parents would not allow it, especially as they are out of town. So I want you to sleep over at my house and cover for me. Now they will probably phone up to see how I am coping. I know that they are going to a fancy dinner on Saturday night and they are likely to call before they go. I can field that one but they are also likely to call later in the evening to check up on me. Both to check that I’m OK and to make sure that we are not having a wild party while they’re away. I suspect they also have neighbors recruited for that. Now I’ve been invited to dinner and then to the party, so I will leave around seven thirty, so it is the second call and any other calls after that, that I need you’re help on.”

Stephanie tried to interrupt but Amy held her hand up and said, “No, hear me out and then I’ll answer your questions. Now I am going to ask you to tell them that I am in the shower or gone to the toilet or something like that and tell them that I will call them back as soon as I come out. I think they will use the landline because that is in the house and that’s where I’m supposed to be. If they use my cell, I could be anywhere. So what I want you to do is call me on my cell phone as soon as they hang up and then I can call them back and say everything is all right. I will say that I have a bad stomach and I am back and fore to the toilet all the time. That way they won’t be too suspicious if they phone more than once. Now, I don’t know what time the party will finish and as I’ve said before I don’t yet know what I will do after the party, whether I will come home or spend the night some place else but I will keep you posted on that. So, will you do it? Will you help me?” Amy leant back in her chair blew out her cheeks and expelled a great burst of air.

“Will you listen to yourself girl? You've been invited to dinner. Who are you going out with, Brad Pitt? Girls our age don’t get invited to dinner except if it’s with our parents. And you’re going to a party. What kind of party and where? And you may or may not spend the night. Where? You say your parents like me; well they won’t like me very much if they find out the part I played in this little escapade, will they? And is this going to be safe? Is there any chance you could get into a dangerous situation? It does not sound completely kosher to me. I don’t know about you’re parents but I’ll be worried about you. I probably won’t get a wink of sleep all night.” Stephanie leaned back and said, “Well, you can start by answering some of those questions.”

Amy leant forward and placed her hand on Stephanie’s arm. She had a smile on her face as she looked at her friend because she already knew that Stephanie was going to do it, she just wanted a little more detail and Amy was happy to oblige; a little more detail but not all.

So Amy started out by saying. “OK one question at a time. Firstly, I have a date but I’m not going to tell you with whom, I will tell you afterwards, I promise. Secondly, the party is at a nightclub, it’s a private party so minors can go. Thirdly, where will I spend the night? I will decide that on the night, it really depends on what kind of impression my date makes; if at the end of the evening I have been wined and dined to my satisfaction then I may well spend the night, if not I will be home early. What else was there? Ah yes, is it dangerous? I’m sure it is not, I have complete trust in the person I am going out with. I cannot explain why, it is just a feeling that I can put myself in that person’s care and I will not come to any harm. So does that answer all your questions?” Amy looked expectantly at her friend.

“It doesn’t even come close,” Stephanie said, “You need to tell me the guy’s name before you go, you know, just in case. Also, you did not answer the one about how I face your parents if they find out. And where are you going for dinner and what is the name of the nightclub?” Stephanie leaned back with a concerned look on her face.

“I will not tell you the person’s name but I will write it all down and the rest of the details and put it in an envelope and leave it in my room. We can open it together when I get home and that will answer any other questions you may have. I do not know where I am going to dinner, but it will probably be somewhere romantic. The name of the nightclub is ‘La Fem Fatale’ and as for my parents, I’m sure they will never find out.” Amy expelled another deep breath and waited for her friend’s reaction.

Stephanie leant forward again, the concerned look on her face more evident. “La Femme Fatale, that sounds like a strip club, are you sure this is all right. You sure you’re not going to be pole dancing by the end of the night. The somewhere romantic bit sounds nice but I’m definitely not sure about the nightclub.”

Amy smiled at her friend, “I’m sure, I have complete trust in my date. I know that I am in safe hands.”

“I am not convinced but I will do it for you though I will be worried all night, I will be like a concerned parent pacing up and down until I see you safe home. And speaking of parents. I wish I shared your confidence about them never finding out.” Stephanie looked at her best friend with a rueful smile on her face.

“Thank you Steph, I’ll never forget this. You are the best friend a girl could ever have. I will owe you big time for this.” Amy leaned over and hugged her friend.

Stephanie hugged her friend back and said. “Yes, you will owe me big time and I’m already trying to think of ways you can pay me back, but until I do you can start off by buying me a soda.”

The two girls laughed easily together and then linked arms to walk together and get a soda pop.

*****

Saturday soon came around. Her parents knocked on her bedroom door to let her know that they were leaving. She got out of bed, a bit sleepy eyed and definitely groggy. She hugged her mom and dad and told them to enjoy themselves. She also added that they should not worry about her as she had everything under control. They said that they would phone when they arrived at the hotel to tell her the room number and the contact telephone number. They both gave her last minute ‘do’s and don’ts’ and then went out to the car to drive to the airport. Her dad slipped her a hundred dollars to spend as she liked and told her to behave. Her mom told her no boys over the house while they were away. Amy agreed to everything and was relieved when they finally headed off.

She decided to head back to bed to try to get some more sleep as tonight promised to be a long night. She thought she was not going to get back to sleep as she lay there for what seemed to be hours thinking of the coming evening and what it might hold. The next thing she knew was something seemed to be intruding on her thoughts. She struggled up in the bed and realized that someone was knocking on the front door. She bounded out of bed and looked at the clock. “Oh Me God! I fell asleep,” she said rather redundantly. She ran down the stairs and opened the door and there stood a rather pissed off Stephanie.

“I’m sorry Steph, I fell back to sleep,” Amy said rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Obviously,” Stephanie remarked. “What kind of hours do you keep in this house anyway?” Stephanie was smirking now, her bad mood gone now that the door had been answered. “I was just thinking there was no one home and going to ask my Dad to take me back home.”

Amy looked over Stephanie’s shoulder to see her father sat in his car grinning from ear to ear.

“Good morning Mr Kelly,” Amy shouted. “I’m sorry, I was still in bed.”

Stephanie’s dad waved and then backed the car out of the driveway and drove off.

“Well, it would have served you right if I had gone home again, probably saved me a load of grief,” Stephanie said in mock indignation.

“Oh, come on in and stop moaning,” Amy said while tugging on Stephanie’s arm. When she had got the girl inside Amy said, “Right, now that you are here, I’ll take your bag upstairs and put it in my room and then I’ll take a shower. You can go in the kitchen and prepare something for us to eat.”

“Will you listen to this girl? I thought they had abolished slavery. Listen Miss, I did not come over here to wait on you hand and foot, so there.” Stephanie had her hands folded and trying to maintain a stern look on her face.

“Oh! Go on, make yourself useful,” Amy said as she pushed Stephanie towards the kitchen.

Amy turned, grabbed Stephanie’s overnight bag and bounded up the stairs.

When she reached the top, she turned and shouted down to Stephanie who was standing just inside the door with an amused smile on her face. “Thanks for coming, Steph, I really appreciate it.”

“Go and get your shower and we’re going to have to do something about your hair this afternoon. At the moment, you’re not fit to be seen in public. This guy sees you looking like that he is going to freak out, God knows what my Dad thought. He probably didn’t recognize you,” Stephanie said with a smile playing around her lips.

Amy laughed and went to shower and change her clothes. When she returned downstairs she went into the kitchen where Stephanie had fruit juice and cereal laid out on the table.

“Right, just a light breakfast for you. Then we’ll have late light lunch. Maybe salad and stuff. That way you will build up a healthy appetite for your dinner date tonight. He will probably see how much you can stow away and he’ll run a mile,” Stephanie teased.

The light banter continued through the day. Each comfortable with the other as good friends should be. Amy’s parents phoned as promised and give her the hotel phone number and their room number. They watched a movie, curled up together on the couch with Amy’s head resting on Stephanie’s shoulder. They had the aforementioned light lunch and then thoughts moved on to getting Amy ready for her first dinner date and the party afterwards.

At around four thirty Stephanie said, “Right, let’s see what you are going to wear and then we can decide about your hair and the rest of the trimmings.”

*****

“Wow! Where did you get that, it’s gorgeous!”

The object of Stephanie’s admiration was a little black number that Amy had brought out of her wardrobe. This little number was in fact a black stretched satin dress with spaghetti straps, a square neck with a small vee cut at the centre intended to show a hint of cleavage.

“Let me see it on you,” Stephanie pleaded.

Amy removed her shorts and tee shirt and slipped on the satin dress.

Stephanie stood admiring Amy’s body after she had stripped off her tee shirt and shorts. Amy was not wearing a bra and was only dressed in a pair of white cotton hipsters. Amy’s breasts were firm and stood out from her chest with no hint of sag. There were tan lines around Amy’s breasts and Stephanie regarded the contrast between her breasts and her bronzed tummy. Her pinkish areolas were silver dollar sized with the small nipples erect under the colder air from the air-conditioning. Her eyes traveled down over the taut stomach and on to the crotch hidden beneath the white panties. The swell of Amy’s pudenda was clearly evident beneath the cotton panties and Stephanie knew from previous stolen peeks in the showers, that Amy’s vulva was perfectly formed, with two pouty outer labial lips with a straight smiling slit running between them, the inner labia completely hidden from view. Stephanie had seen Amy naked many times in the showers at school but she never tired of looking at her. Amy had the best looking body of any of the girls at school and Stephanie considered Amy’s ass to be a work of art. She considered herself one hundred per cent straight but she knew that she was sorely tempted by the sight of Amy’s body. She would love to run her hands over that body just for the pure pleasure of touching such a beautiful creation. Stephanie did not considered her thoughts to be of a lesbian nature but merely the adoration of a perfect body. She loved her best friend as a friend and would not make any unwelcome moves that might jeopardize that friendship. Stephanie was still gazing at the girl’s body when Amy turned to reach for the dress and she exposed her firm, rounded butt to Stephanie’s admiring gaze. A small sigh escaped from Stephanie’s lips as her eyes lingered on what, in her opinion, was panty-clad perfection.

Amy donned the dress and turned back to get Stephanie’s opinion. She looked at her friend who seemed to be just staring at her in a trance.

“Oy! Wake up you. You still here with me?” Amy said with a grin.

Stephanie shook her head to bring herself out of her daydream. She looked at Amy and said, “Sorry, my mind sort of wandered off there. Now let’s take a look at you.”

The dress fitted Amy like a glove. It had a straight silhouette and was form fitting at the bust and hips with a natural waist. The dress ended about three inches above the knee. A girl needed a lithe, slim body to wear such a creation. Such a body as possessed by Amy. The dress designer had a person such as Amy in mind when creating the dress. The designer would not be disappointed if he or she were in the room right now.

“Holy Moly, Amy. You look fabulous. Are you sure you want to wear this? The guy is going to jump on you as soon as he sees you.”

Amy mouth turned into a small self-depreciating smile and she gave a little shake of her head. “I hardly think so but thanks all the same. Now I don’t think I want or need to wear a bra but I have to wear panties but I need to avoid VPL. So any ideas?”

“First off, I was not joking when I said you looked fabulous, quite honestly you look seriously fuckable. You should be thankful that I am not a boy otherwise I would be crawling all over you right now. And what is more we have not even started on the accessories. We still have to fix your hair, select shoes and stockings and decide on what you need in the way of jewelry,” Stephanie said while still giving admiring glances to Amy. “By the way, where, why and when did you get it?”

“It can be termed a Christmas present. Just before last Christmas, my Dad gave me five hundred dollars and told me to buy some clothes that I think that I needed. It was not to go on casual clothes, jeans, tank tops and the like. It was to go on clothes that I could wear on more formal occasions. Dates, dances and such. I don’t think he had this in mind though, but I fell in love with it when I saw it. I bought in a shop on Montana Avenue in Santa Monica. I blew three hundred of those bucks on this; the rest went on shoes and some stockings. I wondered if I would ever get a chance to wear it. So what do you think, really think? Is it suitable for a dinner date?” Amy turned to her friend with an imploring look in her eyes.

“Don’t get me started. I’m already consumed with jealousy. I wish I could look half as good as you look now, never mind how good you are going to look when you leave this house this evening,” Stephanie said with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Do you really think so, When I bought it the girl in the shop said it was made for me but you’re never quite sure and it’s really nice to hear you say it looks all right,” Amy said with a shy smile.

“Well, you look good enough to eat, now get it off and let’s sort out your hair. Seeing what you’re going to wear has given me some ideas so let’s see if I can actually carry them out.”

Amy shucked out of the dress and stood there in her panties and said, “Maybe I should shower and wash my hair now, and then I can let you loose on my hair.”

“OK that works for me, take your shower and I’ll wait here for you. By the way where are your curling irons and hair drier?”

“In the bottom of the wardrobe. You wait here and I won’t be long,” Amy said as she turned to head for her bathroom.

With the bathroom door open Amy took her shower, Stephanie stood at the open door and continued to try to glean the identity of her date for the evening. Amy countered that she would not reveal that identity until after her date, she even threatened that if Stephanie kept pestering her she would never reveal it. Stephanie responded by telling Amy that she could do her own hair if she felt like that. This brought a conciliatory response from Amy. That she would tell her good friend but wanted to have the date behind her before telling her all about it. Stephanie accepted this with pretended ill grace. So when Amy had finished her shower and had emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel Stephanie settled her down in the chair in front of her vanity mirror and proceeded to brush out her wet hair.

“I hope this mysterious date appreciates the work that has been done to get you there this evening. Does he have any idea that you are actually telling lies, and getting your friend to tell lies as well?” Stephanie said as she kept up the pressure on Amy.

“No.” Amy responded simply.

“Well, I hope that when finds out he appreciates it. Now let’s get to work and make you the sexiest girl in the greater LA area tonight. And if you don’t get laid tonight, it will not be my fault,” Stephanie said emphatically.

Amy looked at her through the mirror and shook her head while giving a little chuckle. “You are incorrigible, do you know that?”

“Have to make sure my girl looks her best,” Stephanie replied with a shrug. “Now then, you have thick beautiful hair. It is naturally wavy so all I have to do is encourage a few curls into it. I think I will give you a parting slightly to the left side. Not a severe parting but a kind of staggered effect that allows the hair to cascade down in layers on both sides. I’ll put in some side bangs, I think. They should highlight the softness of your face while accentuating your eyes.” She looked into Amy’s eyes through the mirror and said, “Cinderella, you shall go to the ball.”

Amy smiled up to her friend with genuine affection. “I do love you, you know?”

“So you should. Now be quiet and let me work my magic,” Stephanie said while patting Amy on the head.

After almost an hour of blow drying, curling and a little snip here and there, Stephanie said, “Right you’ll do. If this man don’t appreciate you then you best give up on him, he be gay.”

Amy looked in the mirror and nodded her head. “Steph, you are a genius, really you should do this for a living.”

“Unless you are sleep walking every day, you may have noticed that I am still going to high school. Anyway, I’ve applied some mousse to my creation so it should hold up for your dinner and the party. I doubt it will still be in place after a heavy sex session but there again it will have done its job by then so that’s not important. Do you agree?” Stephanie looked at Amy a smile tugging at her mouth.

“Time will tell,’ said Amy, “all I’m interested in at the moment is the dinner and the party. Anything more is a bonus. Don’t you agree?” Amy too had a smile on her face.

“OK, let’s see about the accessories. Now I’ve seen the dress. What are you thoughts on the rest of the stuff?”

“Well, I don’t think I need a bra,” Amy said while cupping and hefting her breasts under the towel, “these are firm enough. It must be black stockings, not tights; I have two pairs of black shoes that I bought at the same time as the dress. I think I should wear the shorter heels as it might be a long night and the shorter heels will be easier on the feet. But I don’t know about jewelry. Any ideas?” Amy looked at Stephanie and shrugged her shoulders.

“What I think is you are moving to fast. You said earlier that you needed to wear pants but were worried about VPL; personally, I think VPL is no bad thing. It gets the guy to thinking about what’s under the dress. But that’s only my opinion. So what kind of panties do you have? Do you have any thongs? Stephanie looked questionably at Amy.

“Yes, but I really don’t like to wear them. They itch my butt. All I have in black is a thong or bikini pants.” Amy shrugged at Stephanie.

“Okay...Do you have any boy shorts or better yet, French knickers?”

“Yes, but I don’t have them in black.” Amy stated.

Stephanie gave a loud snort. “Heavens girl, by the time he gets down to your panties, he’s not going to care a damn if your color coordinated or not.”

“Maybe, but I am. I want to feel right.”

“OK, I’ll accept that. So you have the choice, bikini panties or a thong. What’s it to be

“Check me out. I’ll try out the bikini pants with the dress and you tell me if the panty line is too obvious. OK,” Amy said.

“Sure. Go for it,” Stephanie answered.

Amy pulled on a very brief pair of bikini panties, which Stephanie could see she really liked by the way she twisted and turned in front of the mirror checking herself out, then she stepped into the dress and zipped it up and adjusted the straps. “So, what do you think?” Amy looked at Stephanie with an almost pleading look in her eye.

Stephanie walked around Amy and then turned and walked back again, all the while cupping her chin in her hand. Then she stopped at the back of Amy. She went down on to her haunches and then placed her hands on Amy’s butt and ran her hands over her ass.

“Hey. What are you up to?” Amy laughed, quite startled by her friend's actions.

“Well. I was just checking you out, as a friend of course. I can tell you that you have to get about one inch away from your ass before the panty line is noticeable and I can tell you something else. If this man does not fuck you rigid tonight then he is not worth knowing. You are one beautiful, sexy piece of ass. I almost wish I was a man because you look so good. There I’ve said it,” Stephanie said emphatically.

Amy turned towards her friend, threw her arms around her, hugged her close, and said, “Stephanie you are the best friend anyone could have, I love you girl.” With that, she placed a chaste kiss upon Stephanie’s cheek.

‘Yes, well, somebody has to do it. I guess I’m the only one with the patience to put up with you.” Stephanie could feel her eyes moistening as she spoke.

Amy could see her friend’s reaction and her heart swelled with love and affection for her best friend. Then to lighten the mood she said, “So that’s the panties sorted out. What’s left?”

Stephanie said, “It is still only six o’clock. I think you should get back out of the dress while we deal with perfume, make-up and the rest. You also need to do your nails. I don’t think you need any jewelry because nothing is going to further enhance the way you look. You need a purse or clutch bag to carry your essentials and I’m assuming that you have that.”

Amy nodded, “Yes, a small black handbag with a shoulder strap.”

“What about the stockings?”

“Oh! I have the very thing,” Amy said as she went to her dresser and pulled from the bottom drawer a packet containing a pair of black fishnet lace top hold-ups. “I bought three pairs of these when I bought the dress. They have been in this drawer for months and I’m pleased to be finally able to wear them.”

“I also think you’re going to need a jacket, it will get cool in the early hours and the dress does leave a lot of exposed flesh.”

“I know, the problem is that I don’t really have anything suitable to go with this,” Amy replied sadly.

“What about your mother. I know she always seems to be wearing something different when I’ve seen her going out with your father.”

“Do you think I should? I know she has a black bolero jacket that would go well with this. I would look like one of the ‘Men in Black’ but at least I would be warm,” Amy said.

“Go for it; just make sure you don’t spill a glass of red wine over it,” Stephanie advised.

“Oh dear! Why did you have to go and say that? Now I definitely can’t take it,” Amy looked crestfallen.

“Quit worrying about something that will not happen if you are careful. If the restaurant is any good, they will hang it up for you and I’m sure that this strip club that you’re going to has a cloakroom.”

“Do you think so?”

“I’m sure of it, plus you could rope in Prince Charming to watch over it. Tell him it’s another thing that could spoil his chances of making a home run tonight.” Stephanie was looking at Amy with a big grin on her face.

“OK, you persuaded me, if anything goes wrong I’ll blame you.” Amy ended this statement by poking out her tongue at Amy.

“Well your mother is probably going to never want to see me again after tonight. So I can probably live with one more black mark against me,” Stephanie said while shrugging her shoulders and then giving Amy a wink. “So now all we have to deal with is make-up. You are so naturally beautiful; your skin is flawless so you need the minimum of make-up. Something around the eyes but don’t overdo it. Some lip- gloss and maybe some blush and that should do it. I’ll leave you to decide on the perfume, just make sure it’s nothing cheap.”

By seven o’clock Amy was ready and even to her own critical eyes she looked good. Stephanie looked at her with an almost maternal affection; after all, she had put in most of the work.

Amy walked over to her full-length mirror to check herself out. She looked at herself from every angle and the turned to her friend. “Steph, if you did not know me and know how old I am, how old would you say I looked?”

Stephanie again cupped her chin with her hand and said, “You could definitely pass for eighteen. Black always makes a girl look grown up. So I would say that anyone looking at you would think eighteen, nineteen or maybe twenty.”

“Really?” Amy’s confidence just got ratcheted up a couple of notches.

The telephone rang at ten past seven. Amy assured her parents that everything was under control, that she and Stephanie had eaten dinner and she told them that they would probably have an early night in the hope that this would deter any further phone calls.

As she hung up the phone, Stephanie walked up behind her and said. “I think there is one small item that you are overlooking.”

“What’s that?” Amy asked.

“If you do decide to spend the night with this guy, then you do not want to be coming back here dressed like this in the morning. That is a dead give-away that you have spent the night with someone, especially to your neighbors. If any of them see you with that outfit on in the morning, they will know you have been out all night, probably fucking. If they see you in fresh jeans and tee shirt then they could have missed you leaving on an errand and you are on the way back. So if I were you I’d pack a bag.”

“Won’t that be a dead give-away that I intend spending the night with whomever I am going out with,” Amy asked.

“Yes, though you could tell him up front that you are keeping your options open. That it all depended on him, if he treats you right, the prize is his, if he doesn’t come up to the mark. Then you’re going home. It’ll give him an added incentive,” Stephanie answered.

Amy stood for a moment in thought and then ran upstairs to throw some casual clothes and spare underwear in an overnight bag then as an after thought tossed in a toothbrush as well.

At twenty-five minutes past seven Amy was looking out of the window when she saw Joanie’s car pull into her driveway. She hugged and kissed Stephanie goodbye and asked her to wish her good luck and then she was out of the door and walking down to the steps to the car.

Stephanie looked out of the window and watched her friend get to the car and get in. She looked at the driver and could swear that it was an older woman. This puzzled Stephanie. ‘What the hell! Is that his mother? What kind of guy brings his mother on a date?’ The young teenager thought to herself. Stephanie still had a confused look on her face as she watched the car pull away.

*****