Dinner with Millie

As we are driving down the small road towards the main road, I realise that I don't really know Millie very well at all. I mean, I was living with her and my dad a few years ago quite a lot, but I never really talked to her for very long.

In the car, the conversation feels a bit awkward, and it is mainly Millie asking me questions about school, my plans for college, and talking a bit about when she was in college.

We reach the restaurant after about a 20 minute drive, park the car and go inside. The maitre d' addresses me rather than Millie when we enter, making me feel like a proper grown up, and then takes us through to a table for two.

The waiter comes to take our drinks order, and Millie orders a bottle of Pinot Grigio with two glasses, and the waiter does not ask me for ID! Must be that he assumes Millie is a big titted cougar and I am her toy boy, I think to myself, and wow, do I wish that was the case.

We are sitting there sipping our wine, talking about what I potentially might want to major in, and then Millie says:

"The one thing you will enjoy in college is that girls become much more open sexually when they go to college, so college dating is a lot more interesting than high school dating, that is for sure."

I almost spit my wine out when I hear that, but I manage to compose myself and say:

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, high school dating is nothing compared to college dating. In high school, maybe if you are lucky you will get to play with a girl's tits a bit, maybe finger her, but that is as far as it goes. In college girls go all the way." Millie says.

I don't get a chance to reply, because the waiter arrives to take our order, and we both order steaks, with me going for the largest one, and Millie for one slightly smaller.

I am hoping that Millie will pick up the conversation where she stopped, but instead she just sits there, sipping on her wine and thinking. Our steaks arrive, and we dig in to them, and they are delicious, so we polish them of quickly.

The waiter arrives with the check, and hands it to me, but Millie grabs it and pays with her credit card. When the waiter is about to walk away from the table, he says:

"We have Brazilian dancing next door tonight if you want to dance a little."

Millie leans forward, squeezing her big tits together with her shoulders, and says:

"Can we go dance Matt?"

I don't really feel like dancing, but Millie's tits in my face like that has the effect that I cannot say no, so I agree, and she takes my hand and we walk to the dance venue.