Going public (sort of).

**** though you are to end this idyll, you know you need to go back to Niall’s today. Amber’s housemates will be returning this afternoon, and you need to be gone before they show up. To extend your time with her as much as possible, you tell her you’d like to take her out for lunch and a movie. “Ooooh, Rob,” she coos, “our first date.” She grins. “Usually, I have a policy that I don’t put out on the first date . . .” Her grin grows tilted. “Usually, I haven’t fucked my boyfriend’s brains out before we ever have a first date. Or I suppose”—she pauses and leans forward to kiss you thoroughly before continuing—“you could say you took me to bed for our first date.”

She pauses again, thinking. “I don’t know that we should go out to lunch just yet. Remember yesterday at the coffee shop. You taking me out ought to look innocent to most people—we’ve certainly been out together before without Mom—but if she happened to run into us, she’d make a scene. If someone came by who knows she dumped you, that could cause a problem.”

Her voice turns sultry. “Besides, lover, I don’t want to have to look innocent. I don’t want to have to behave myself in public.” You suppose you can’t argue with that—or don’t want to, perhaps. Amber continues, “Let me make us brunch here, and then you can take me out to a movie. Much less opportunity for anyone to see anything they shouldn’t.” Sounds good to you.

*******

Amber cooks bacon and pancakes for the two of you. You’re surprised to see her putting cottage cheese in the pancake batter, but she tells you to trust her. “I like pancakes entirely too well; this recipe gives me a lot more protein, not just carbs. It’s a much better breakfast to work out on. Plus, it tastes better.” When you taste the results, you have to agree—they’re sort of a cross between pancakes and crêpes. You’re amazed how happy she is when you compliment her cooking; her smile seems somehow a little shy, but it lights up the room.

This time, when the two of you are done eating, you help Amber clean up. Your motives aren’t entirely pure; while she’s standing at the sink, you take a moment to come up behind her, cop a feel of her tits, and rub your erection against her tight ass. She rubs back against you, hums in her throat, and turns her head to kiss you before you move on to get more work done.

Amber’s wearing another short skirt. At one point, as she bends forward, you notice she’s wearing an amazing pair of yellow thong panties. When she hears your hushed exclamation, she wiggles her ass at you, then turns around and lifts the front of her skirt; you can see that the front is a mesh of some sort that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. “I didn’t know you were such an exhibitionist,” you say.

“I’m not, usually,” she responds in a husky voice. “Mom got me these a while ago, and I’ve never worn them. But . . . I guess you bring something out in me. I want anyone who sees me with you to wish they were in your shoes. I know how blessed I am, and I want everyone to envy you.”

You’re not quite sure you follow that, but you don’t much care. You give her a deep, slow kiss and say, “Love, you could do that wearing a burlap sack.” She blushes at the endearment, and even more at the compliment. You take a moment to squeeze her mostly-bare ass, making her wriggle in pleasure against you, then get on about your work.

*******

You arrive at the movie theater for the matinee to find it surprisingly slow. You don’t see anyone you recognize, and when the two of you walk into the theater for your chosen movie, you’re the only ones there. You’d heard this was shaping up to be a disappointing weekend for the studios, and the movie Amber wanted to see has been out for a while, but you’re still surprised. She leads you up to the very back row. You talk and hold hands; when the lights go off and the previews start, you’re still the only two people in the room.

Amber leans over and whispers in your ear, “I was hoping for this.” She reaches down and unzips your pants with one hand, then pulls your boxer-covered bulge out through your fly. She begins stroking it through the fabric. “Does that feel good, baby? I think it feels good.” You moan quietly at her touch, and she says, “How about this?” She pulls your cock out of your boxers. She lubricates her hand with the pre-cum oozing from the tip, then begins sliding it up and down your shaft. “Ohh, Rob, you have such a nice cock,” she whispers. “Do you think it would taste good?”