He calls Ophelia

There was something about the sexy bus driver that had shifted Matt's libido into overdrive since the first time he'd seen her. He liked to think that he wasn't just turned on by the different... and a thirty-something black bus driver was about as different from the white eighteen year-old ultra-rich schoolgirls as he could imagine (while still being sexy and everything).

He wasn't sure calling her was the best idea... Karen had once told him that girls don't like to feel pressured and he'd just gone out with Ophelia the previous day. Still, here he was with his finger posed over her photo on his phone. Damn, she had a nice pair of knockers. He could only imagine how good his dick would feel sliding between those melons... and unlike Eliza's, Ophelia's tits were 100% natural.

"Yeah?"

Well crap. Once again he'd dialed without really thinking through what he was going to say.

"It's Matt. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight."

"Ophie, Ophie." Children's voices sounded in the distance... was Ophelia a mother? He'd labeled her a MILF but he hadn't seen a wedding ring and just assumed..."

"Just a sec, Matt." He heard soothing sounds, then silence.

"Yeah, okay. I'm back."

"Like I said, I was wondering if you'd like to do something."

She laughed. "Would I like to? Hell yeah. Am I going to? No."

"Okay, no problem. Uh, are those your kids?"

"Would that bother you, Matt. Would you be ashamed to go someplace with me if I had to drag along a bunch of black kids?"

"Don't put racist shit on me, Ophelia. I know that kids are a huge responsibility no matter what color their skin or the parents' skin. I also know that dating can be tough for a parent... you've got to find a babysitter, you need to have tight schedules for return, that kind of thing and probably a lot of stuff I haven't thought of. But if you have kids, I'll have to do a lot better job planning ahead, that's all."

"Really?"

"What? You thought I'd say, dang, she's got kids. I'm out of here?"

"That's a pretty normal response, yeah."

"What can I say, Ophelia. I'm shallow and superficial. I sometimes don't even notice girls who aren't at least a little cute or have decent figures. I have a sarcastic sense of humor that sometimes hurts people's feelings. I'm an eighteen year-old guy who's fixated on sex. So if you want to say that I'm no prize, I'll agree with you. But I like to think that I'm not a complete asshole. I get that the kids come first with you so I'll try to plan ahead and maybe try to figure out some things we can do together."

"Your chances of getting laid go way down when you go out on a date with a mom and her kids."

"I won't say that isn't a concern. But it's not the biggest concern."

Amazingly, that was true. Maybe because he was getting sex and had a lot more on tap, his brain was finally able to break out of the straitjacket of sex first, last and only.

"Okay, Matt. Maybe I wasn't being fair to you because I don't have kids, I have nieces and nephews. But my sister works a lot of night shifts so I end up watching them. Bottom line, if you want to date me, don't call me at the last minute."

"Yeah, sorry."

"Don't be sorry, you didn't know."

"Well I did know I wasn't exactly planning ahead. Speaking of planning ahead, how about next week?"

"Sure Matt. Text me when you decide what day and what we're doing so I'll know what to wear."

Hot-damn. He had a real date lined up with Ophelia. "I'll do that."

"See you Matt. Got a kiddo with a problem so gotta run."

He looked at his phone for a moment. Well, for a 'no,' that had been surprisingly positive. But it still meant he had a free evening. He scrolled down his contact list. Who should he call next?