Meeting Liz

You wake up early entirely by accident, around 8 AM. You haven't woken up this early since the start of the semester. Still, you find that there's already a text from Liz waiting on your phone when you check it, still half-asleep, in bed.

"Hey Hayley, I got your cell phone number from Emily. Don't worry, I just told her you forgot something when you left to take care of a personal emergency (she doesn't even suspect we were together yesterday ;)). I told her I would drive by your house to drop it off on my way to do some errands, so I'll be by your house around noon to pick you up!"

It takes you a second to remember what your best friend's mother is talking about, but then the memories come rushing back to you. Holy shit, you think. Liz Fowler ate you out in her basement yesterday. Not only that, but you agreed to sleep with Mrs. Fowler's husband!

Despite the insanity that happened yesterday, you find that you don't regret it. You're actually excited that Mrs. Fowler is coming by. For one, a shopping trip would be nice, and for another, just being around Liz is a turn on.

You shower and shave your legs and your pussy. You tie your blonde hair back into a ponytail and put on some makeup, highlighting your eyes especially. Last is your red lipstick. Looking in the mirror, you appreciate your naked body and pretty face. It feels a little ridiculous to be getting dolled up for your best friend's middle-aged mother, but you know that Liz will appreciate it.

Noon arrives, and a text from Liz arrives soon after. "OMW," it reads. "Five minutes." Her car, a big blue SUV, pulls up outside your door and you run outside, climbing in on the passenger's side.

"Woooow," Liz says. "You look gorgeous, honey. And very sexy." She winks. Despite all your effort, you feel like Mrs. Fowler looks even better than you do. She's wearing a long grey sweater dress that conforms to her curves and a large pair of sunglasses on her head. Her short dark hair is tied into an elegant crown braid. The woman looks every bit like the Tuscan duchess you're sure she was really born to be. "Now let's go shopping!"