A date (but not a normal date)

"This is going to sound weird but, would it be OK if we did, like, a mini date?" Mandy asked. "It doesn't have to be anything serious. Just, like, ice cream or something like that."

"Sure. That sounds lovely. We'll try to think of something fun to do." It was Billy. Mandy had called him and asked if they wanted to do something on Friday night, two nights before we'd be leaving for Cancun.

We met up at an ice cream shop called Scoops that was halfway between our houses. We talked about all sorts of things and, while we all went out of our ways to be flirty among each other, we did avoid explicitly mentioning what was on everyone's minds. The small talk was nice but Billy and Rene seemed like they knew something was up. They seemed a bit disappointed when we finished up our cones and cups until I finally piped up.

"So," I said, grabbing their attention. "I was thinking, Rene, if you'd like, maybe I could drive you home?"

"But if you drive Rene home..." Mandy interjected, going along with the plan. "How will I get home?"

Billy and Rene looked at each other then smiled at us assumingly.

"Well, I suppose I could drive you," Billy answered. "If that's alright with you, Rene?"

"That sounds great to me."

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MANDY

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"So was this part of the plan all along?" Billy asked as he plugged my address into his phone GPS.

"Well, the plan was ice cream," I answered. "Anything after that would be a sort of added bonus."

"The cherry on top," Billy joked. I giggled. It was hard not to fidget a bit as we pulled out of the parking lot. Scott started backing out of his spot and was behind us for a few minutes but once we got to the highway we pulled off heading south and they went north.

"We felt the same way," Billy said, breaking a bit of an awkward silence. "About tonight. We would have been OK if just ice cream was in the cards." I smiled. I didn't want to talk about it. I wanted to pretend there was still some mystery involved in the night. Luckily the song changed and I was able to deflect the conversation.

"You listen to Dua Lipa?" I asked. I reached for the volume knob.

"Yea!" Billy answered. "Rene and I saw her at the Stadium last year. She puts on a hell of a show." I tried to ignore him mentioning his wife.

"She is so sexy," Mandy said. "I've been trying to get tickets to her for a while now. It just hasn't worked out. I keep missing her when she's in town."

"Maybe next time she's in town, we can all go together." I smiled. We spent the rest of the drive singing and dancing and joking around until we finally pulled up to our house.

"Well, this is your stop," Billy said as he put the car in park.

"Who would I be if I didn't offer you to come inside and have a drink after driving me all that way?"

"I don't know," Billy answered sarcastically. "I should probably head back. It's getting late."

"Well, if you're not going to come inside, I guess I'll just have to give you your goodnight kiss right here." Billy's eyebrows raised.

I had a plan for the night. I would bring Billy inside, pour us each some wine, I'd light up some candles then slip into a sexy nightie I had picked out and a bath robe then I'd undress Billy piece by piece. Then I'd start going down on him, giving him the blowjob I didn't give him on that first night together. I felt it only fair.