Chapter 3: Second Date

After our first date, I was turned on all week, thinking about what we had done. It was supposed to be instructional for Andy, but it I had enjoyed it more than I thought and the sexual charge remained long after the kisses had stopped. I knew I should stop thinking my son’s kisses, but I wanted more.

I told Peter than I thought Andy needed a followup date on Saturday night again. Peter wasn’t too happy about spending another Saturday evening alone, but I told him it was for the best. I also told him not to wait up. (I wanted more time with Andy on the couch!)

I also wanted to make the whole event more like a real date from the start.

“Peter,” I said, “maybe we can make this even more real for Andy. Why don’t you play my father for the night. Andy can ring the door bell and you can let him in, telling him that I will be down shortly. You and Andy can wait together for me to finish getting ready and have a man to man chat while waiting for me to come downstairs. That way he can practice small talk with his date’s family.

So, on Saturday evening, Andy left the house, and returned to ring the door bell. Peter met him at the door and played the Dad part while I nervously got dressed. I listened in. It was a pretty stilted conversation:

“So, young man, you are going to take my daughter out tonight.”

“Yes, to the movies again.”

“When do think you will have her back home?”

“Well, sir, I think probably by 11 or so. Is that OK?”

“Fine, just make you act like a gentleman and treat her like a lady.”

I couldn’t believe the cliches that were flying around the living room. Was this 2017, but the dialogue was straight out of the 50’s --”Betty goes on a Date” from “Father Knows Best.”

I walked down the stairs and both Peter and Andy stood up and their jaws dropped simultaneously. I was wearing a white peasant blouse, a short jeans skirt, no stockings and and black leather boots.

Peter recovered and spoke - “Sue, you are not going out in that are you?”

I had to smile – it was the perfect Dad-Daughter moment.

“Yes,’Dad’ – all the girls in school are wearing outfits like this on dates these days. I don’t want to be thought of as a prude.”

Peter didn’t seem to get the joke.

Andy said, “Mom you look great.”

“Remember, Andy, I am just your girlfriend Sue tonight. This is our second date and I wanted to look nice for my boyfriend.”

Peter scowled and clearly thought I looked more “naughty” than “nice” and a bit too slutty for his taste. But I didn’t dress for him, I dressed for Andy.

“Daddy,” I said, “don’t wait up for me. I have a key.” And we walked out the door – Andy holding it open for me as a gentleman should.

The movie part of the date was as uneventful and the first one. But it was the after-movie action that I was looking forward to.

While we were driving to the movie, I noticed Andy peeking at my bare legs, which were parted as I drove and gave him a clear view of my inner thigh, as the skirt rode up a bit during the drive.

On the way back home, he was again glancing over to my exposed legs. “Like what you see?”

Andy blushed, realizing that he was caught.

I took his hand and placed it on my knee. I could feel the heat from his hand. As we drove, his hand slightly moved above the knee to my thigh, but still on my exposed leg and not under the skirt. I tried to control my breathing and attended to the road as best I could as he rested his hand on my thigh for the rest of the trip home.

When when got back to the house, I told Andy that we should just go in because “Daddy” would be asleep. I opened the door with my key and quietly let him by the hand to the couch. I whispered, “We can’t make a lot of noise because we don’t want to wake up my Daddy.”

Andy pulled me towards him (like I taught him) and we began kissing. It was as exciting as before, perhaps even more exciting since he was taking command so well. The kisses were passionate, and I returned them with equal passion.

We quickly moved to french kissing. The thrill of kissing Andy was as strong as it had been the week before, I was getting very turned on.

I thought about how far I should go with Andy as my “date.” Back when I was in high school, my friends and I had an agreed pattern on what we would do on each successive date with the same boy:

first date – making out;

second date – letting him feel us up over our clothes;

third date – letting him touch under our bra and on top of our panties and stroking him off;