Uncomfortable

"That's my house." Wendy stopped and pulled on a halter top that wasn't that much more covering than the bikini under it before pulling into her driveway and parking.

She took his hand and led him to the big front door. "Mom, we're home."

Her mother, Mrs. Fellers, wore what looked like a silk blouse and a pair of tight black pants that clung to her well-rounded ass. She looked at Matt, then looked again. {if wendyride=true}"Oh, Wendy. I didn't know it was him."

"Mo-om, I told you Matt was coming."

"I didn't know it was the poor--young man from the slums."

{else} "Oh. Nice to meet you, young man." She sounded as if it was anything but nice to meet him.{endif}

"Is there anything I can do to help with dinner?" Matt asked.

"No, fine. Maria is taking care of it. You two go play somewhere."

Wendy kept his hand as she led him through a palace of a home with doors leading off in every direction until she climbed to the second floor and opened one of those doors.

Inside was a huge TV with a set of recliners facing it. Annoying music blared from a complex sound system and dancing critters skittered across the TV.

"Oh, can you go away, Daisi?"

A girl, probably about sixteen which meant too young for Matt, sprawled in one of the recliners. Like her sister, she had bright red hair and a slender figure. "Why should I?"

"Because I asked nicely. And because Matt and I want to have some time alone."

"Oh-ho-ho. So this is Matt?"

"Shut up."

"Hi Matt. I'm Daisi. It's pronounced Day-see, not Daisy, get it."

"Got it," Matt said. "Hi Daisi. Nice to meet you."

"So can you leave?" Wendy demanded.

"Nope. Can't do. Mom's orders."

"What?"

"She told me to stay so you don't get into trouble with Matt." She winked at Matt. "She didn't say anything about me getting into trouble with you if you're interested."

"Thanks. I think I'll stick with Wendy."

"You sure. She's shy and not very experimental. I, on the other hand--"

"No," Wendy said. "You are not going to try to steal Matt."

Matt put his arm around Wendy's waist. "Nobody is stealing anyone. If we're polite, maybe we can persuade Daisi to change the channel, though."

"Sure. You too just sit together and make out. I'll see if I can put on some porn to give you an idea of how it's done, Wendy."

"Desai!"

"Just kidding. I'm sure Matt could teach you."

"Desai!"

"I said I was kidding."

What she found wasn't porn. It was some sort of rock video with very scantily clothed female dancers flaunting their bodies... which Matt found more than a little stimulating. Well, stimulating considering that Wendy cuddled up next to him on one of the recliners and kissed him.

They'd just gotten settled with Mrs. Fellers texted Wendy that dinner was being served.