She did

Wendy arrived wearing a skimpy bikini top and a pair of short shorts.

"You look beautiful," he said.

She looked down at herself. "Thanks, I guess. I know I'm a carrot-top, with freckles that might as well be stoplights, they're so red. My dad keeps telling me that all that will calm down when I'm older, that the red will turn auburn and the freckles will fade. Somehow I think he's trying to humor me."

Matt shrugged. "I'm sure you would be pretty if those things happen. If they don't, I am sure you'll go on being pretty with bright red hair and freckles."

"Sometimes I don't know if you're just a bullshitter or if you're serious."

Yeah, sometimes he didn't know either. To him, she'd gotten prettier since the first time he'd seen her getting on the bus.

He got in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt when Wendy didn't show any inclination to kiss him. Damn, had he done something wrong when they'd made out before? {if firstdance>1}Perhaps she hadn't been thrilled that he'd danced with other girls at the dance.

"We have," she said, "about forty-five minutes before my mother expects us. I timed my drive over here to fifteen minutes. Which means we have a half-hour unaccounted for. Any ideas?"

"Hum." Matt's dick stood up and paid notice. Perhaps she wasn't blowing him off after all. "Two ideas come to mind."

"Only two?" She pushed her cute breasts in his direction.

"Exactly two," he said. "First we could find a quiet place to review our Trig and your Algebra."

"Yeah, that would be... thoughtful."

"And second, we could park somewhere overlooking the ocean and make out."

"An intriguing idea. Both sound very worthwhile. Do you have a preference?"

"Well, I've already spent a lot of time reviewing my Trig." He didn't bother adding that he'd spent some time making out with Amy. He'd get into the whole matter of sharing later.

"Yeah, I thought you might lean that way. Hang on."

Wendy wasn't a terrible driver. That said, her suggestion to hang on was a good one. Her Nissan Leaf might look a little like a turtle but it accelerated like a NASA rocket. In less than five minutes they were overlooking the Pacific Ocean in a turnout hidden from the road by a clump of trees.

Wendy unfastened her seatbelt and leaned across the center console. "Now, what was it you wanted to do once we were parked and overlooking?"