He definitely wants a ride home

After class ended, Matt followed Wendy out toward the parking lot.

"So, Matt, where did you go to school before?" she asked when they reached the flagpole roundabout where a long line of luxury SUVs waited to pick up pampered schoolchildren.

"Aaron Burr near downtown," he told her. "It isn't the best school."

"You lived in L.A.?" She made it sound exotic and exciting... sort of like he'd told her he'd lived in a medieval dungeon.

"Yeah. for like five years. Before that, Frozen Michigan."

"That's... oh, here's my mom."

If Wendy's mom was a good guide on what Wendy would look like when she'd gotten through adolescence, then... wow. Like most of the older women he'd met since moving to 'the Hill,' she had large firm breasts that figured to be the best plastic surgery could provide. She wore a pair of jeans and a halter top that showed a lot more midriff than Wendy's did... all of it toned and tanned. While her hair wasn't the bright red of Wendy's, it had auburn highlights that hinted she'd once been a pure ginger.

"You must be Matt," she said. "I'm Mrs. Fellers."

That, he thought, was interesting. Sure Wendy could have texted her mom with his name but he hadn't noticed her doing so. And if Wendy had planned on inviting him all along, that really might explain the sexy look. Maybe she liked him.

"Sit up here with me, Matt," Mrs. Fellers said.

"Mom. I--"

"I'm not going to drive around like a chauffeur with the two of you in the back," Mrs. Fellers said. "And with Matt's long legs, he needs the legroom."

In the massive Cadillac SUV, he was pretty sure there was enough legroom everywhere. Still, he wasn't going to argue, and Wendy didn't look happy about it but wasn't arguing either.

He sat in the passenger seat and twisted his head to look back at Wendy. She gave him a worried-looking smile and he grinned back at her. "I really don't--"

"So, you're taking Trig with Wendy, is that right?" Mrs. Feller had a booming voice that was sort of throaty and sexy if it hadn't been so loud.

"Uh, yeah."

"I remember taking Trig when I was a teen. Most boring class in the world. Except we had this hot teacher right out of college. We used to pull up our skirts high enough that he could see our panties. It was funny to make him stutter."

"Mom." He didn't need to look around to see Wendy turning bright read with embarrassment.

"Oh, grow up, Wendy. I'm sure Matt doesn't mind me reminiscing just a little about my school days."

"Of course not, Mrs. Fellers." Well, what else could he say. Especially as it was obvious Mrs. Fellers intended to dominate the conversation, keeping anything between him and Wendy to a minimum. He wasn't sure if she was trying to protect her daughter or if she just wanted to be the center of male attention.

Not that he minded giving her some attention. If she wanted his dick, he wasn't going to say no.

"Wendy says you're on the same bus as her, right. So let me know when to turn."

Matt gave directions while Wendy tried, unsuccessfully, to get a conversation going.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Mrs. Fellers studied the main house. "You live here?"

"Uh, no. The house behind."

"The garage?"

"It's a house."

"I'm pretty sure these properties aren't zoned for multiple families. I'll have to talk to--"

"Mom." Wendy seemed to have grown some balls in the back seat. "You will not report one of my fellow students. That is just narky."

Mrs. Fellers sighed. "Have a nice day, Matt."