I'm sure we would all like to know. Perhaps another look at what Deedee and Brittany got up to is in order.

Sipping a glass of white wine, Deedee reclined on the stool in her closet. Leaning back up against her vanity, she watched the cute woman dig through her amassed wardrobe. Brittany's excitement and happiness were infectious as she dove through the racks of clothes. While certainly not quite the right size to share outfits, there were a number of very small stretchy outfits from early in her shopping days that might work for the young woman.

Taking another drink of wine, Deedee tried to plan her next step. Originally, she had intended to seduce Brittany and **** Tiffany to see it. Yet after meeting the bubbly girl, those thoughts had drifted away. While by no means a submissive, she was far from being that much of a sadist. Deciding not to sleep with her was easy enough. Yet she still hadn’t found a reason for her to leave either. She could feel herself slipping from her path, unsure of how to proceed forward.

Brittany turned to her host and held up a lime green crop top and mini-skirt combo. Seeing the tags still on it, the older woman simply shrugged and waved it away. “Take it hun. I never wore it, and I don’t think it is Tiffany’s colors either. Looks like something Jessica made me buy.” Brittany’s squeal of excitement gave the older woman another reason to smile as the clothes got added to the small, yet growing pile.

Lifting the glass for another hit of the wine, Deedee realized that she had polished it off. Grimacing that she had drunk that much that quickly, she set the empty glass down carefully. Standing slowly, she sauntered over to a rack that Brittany had so far ignored. Something about drinking wine had brought up a memory of an outfit that Miss Jameson had bought for her once before deciding that it was not nearly sexual enough.

Pulling out the black mini dress, Deedee held it up and looked over at Brittany to try and visualize how it would look. The capped sleeves would suit the girl's overall aesthetic. The deep square neckline and short skirt would help age her up a bit. Pairing it with a pair of statement heels would really bring the whole look together. Setting the dress to the side, she turned to the wall of heels and looked them over.

“Do you see you and Trent going long term?” The question came out of nowhere. The thought had come to her and without filtering the thought she had let it out. From Deedee’s perspective, she knew she shouldn’t care. And yet she had to know if what she was planning on doing was going to crush two people. She knew it would crush a part of one, but she knew that thought he deserved it. However, the young woman in the room with her did not.

For Brittany, it was just something she had never truly thought about. Dating Trent had just seemed like the thing to do. He was cute enough, if a little softer than she preferred. They seemed to have fun together, as long as she went along with what he wanted to do. Standing there, Brittany could only answer with a silent shrug.

Deedee’s brows furrowed as she considered Brittany’s lackluster response. She had expected, and feared, that Brittany would gush about how Trent was the one. Even more interesting was the slight anger that welled up inside of her. Hearing that Brittany didn’t consider him a long term prospect shouldn't have surprised her. She was astounded to find that even now, she was upset that this girl didn’t instantly know that she wanted to marry her son. To a small part of her it felt like Brittany was saying that he wasn’t good enough for that.

That tiny pinpoint of anger was all the crack in the armor around her that Deedee needed to take her next steps. Turning back to the wall of heels, a pair of purple sandals with a satin band that laced up around the ankle caught her eye. “Hey Brit hun, why don’t you run those clothes out to your car? I think I have an idea that is going to make you feel like a million bucks.”

Brittany, completely unaware of the change that had come over Deedee, smiled gleefully and collected the armload of clothes she was being given. “Sure! Thank you so much for this Deedee.”

As she watched the girl walk out of her closet with an armful of outfits, it became easier to rationalize her actions. Reaching over, Deedee plucked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts. Smirking, she pressed the button under one and waited for it to ring. After ringing once, a deep voice on the other end answered. “Yo.”

“Jax hunny, Deedee here. It was so good to see you yesterday! Hey, are you guys going out tonight?”

“I mean, if you wanted to come over I’m sure we could find a way to make it work.” His deep voice held a hint of humor as he thought about how much the older white woman seemed to want him.

“While tempting, I am still helping Tiffany with some things. No, actually I have a friend and I was thinking perhaps you guys could take her along. She could really use some friends to make her feel more… adult.” Deedee’s eyes flashed as she smiled into the phone. “She is very cute hun. She has a bit of a terrible boyfriend and I think she could really use some experience with real men.”

Jax's mind spun up an image of Tiffany and Deedee embracing and kissing passionately. The grin that settled onto his face as the scene played out in his mind could only be described as lecherous. “Hey, as long as she is anywhere near as hot as you and Tiffany, we can make it work. Give her Nat’s number. Then tell her to head over. We are actually gonna hit up some day drinking, so I think the girls are getting ready soon.” Pausing, he decided to try and parlay his offer into a bit of insight. "So, what are you and that cute little blonde gonna get up to?"

“Oh, you know. Just some instructional work. She still has length troubles. If you know what I mean." In Deedee's mind she could see Jax sitting on the opposite side of the call, his hand resting on the large outline of his cock in his shorts. Not quite wanting to derail this conversation entirely, she spoke up again. "I’ll remember to make this up to you the next time I see you.” The promise left an interesting idea in her head, so she followed it up. “Or maybe Tiffany can do it for me, you seemed to like her.”

Jax’s chuckle was both for the implied sexual favor from the MILF and also at her pimping out the young blonde he had seen the day before. “I mean, why not both?” After hearing his playful tone, Deedee was less than surprised to find he had ended the call. Moving through her contacts, she quickly forwarded Nat’s number over to Brittany.

As Brittany wandered back in she held her phone in her hands. “Who is Natalie and why do I need her number?”

“Brit, just because Trent is being such a coward with all this is no reason for you to waste a Saturday night. Natalie is a girl I know who has a great group of friends she goes out with. Why don’t you hang out with them today? I have the perfect little dress, and I think I have some heels that might work for you too.!”

Brittany chewed over the concept of going out without Trent. She thought back to all the times that Trent had refused to go out clubbing or even just to hang out with other people with her. Partying was something that every college kid was supposed to do, so why had she been missing out on it?. Still, it would be a little weird to go without Trent. The options warred across her expressive face as she stood there. Seeing just how conflicted Brittany was, Deedee decided to give her another push. “I just got a text from Trent saying that he and Jessica won’t be back for hours yet. Something else popped up.”

The emphasis on the word popped had less effect on Brittany than the fact that he was out with Jessica. Of course she knew who Jessica was. Trent had talked about her incessantly in the beginning of their relationship. How his neighbor was so beautiful, so understanding, so sexy. He had even asked if Brittany could dress more like her a few times. Deedee could tell that it hadn’t occurred to Brittany that moving home would expose Trent to the boy’s old crush. That was all it took for Brittany’s face to flash with a bit of anger. Taking a breath, she looked over to Deedee.

“Did you say something about heels?” Brittany was tired of letting Trent dictate so much of her life. If he was going to invite her over, then disappear with his spank bank material, she was going to go out with some new friends.

Seeing the look on her face, Deedee stepped up closer. “We are gonna make you look soooo hot.”