Wendy (2nd date)

He scrolled down his contact list and punched Wendy.

"Matt?"

"Hey Wendy."

"Did you have a question about our Trig?"

"Actually I had a question about our evening. Do you want to do something?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yeah, that was the idea."

"Oh.... Let me check with my mom."

Matt heard muffled conversation for a minute but couldn't make out the words. Finally, "I'm sorry, Matt. She says it's a school night and I went out with you last Thursday which was also a school night so it's too much."

"Oh, that's disappointing but I understand."

"Do you want to chat for a bit? Or wait, I have an idea.... Mo-o-om" She didn't muffle the phone this time.

"Can Matt come over for dinner?"

"Cool. She says you can come over. You don't mind vegetarian food, do you because that's what we're having."

"Great. What time?"

"How about six-thirty."

He looked at his phone--it was currently five. "Yeah, no problem I'm hitchhiking so I might be a little early. Would that be okay or should I..."

"Don't be silly. I'll pick you up.... Mo-o-om, can I pick Matt up. He doesn't have a car."

This time the muffled response went of for a while.

"Okay, I can pick you up but she says she'll drive you home. She doesn't want me out late on a school night and... well, she thinks... never mind. See you at six, okay?"

"Great."

Matt wished he could have heard what Wendy's mom had thought. Still, he had an active imagination. He suspected she'd said something about if Wendy took him home, she might be out late... because she was getting her pussy fingered.

Dinner with Wendy's mom sounded like it would be a little constrained. Still, Wendy seemed happy and that was something.