Back to his house

“I’m afraid that it isn’t going to be terribly exciting,” Tommy began to explain.

“That’s okay; I wasn’t exactly expecting you to whip up a candlelit dinner at 10 AM in the morning.” Sharon cut in.

“Yeah,” Tommy smiled, “but anyway, I’m thinking we should drop off your car, pick up lunch from the diner and then head to my house so I can make sure I’ve packed everything, and then we can talk and stuff.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Sharon replied, “I like the ‘stuff’ bit.”

“So, should we get dressed and get going?” Tommy asked, after another warm kiss.

“Yeah, you can start by stop trying to pull my shorts down,” Sharon said happily in reference to how Tommy’s hands had worked her shorts halfway down her thighs to expose her pussy again.

“Uh…” Tommy quickly moved his hands up Sharon’s thighs, across her wide hips and onto her slim waist, “Sorry.”

“For what?” Sharon smiled at Tommy’s sheepish expression, and planted a soft peck on one of his cheeks before slipping out of his embrace and pulling up shorts once more before picking up her top.

After they got dressed, Tommy was sitting in his car and felt a pang of disappointment at hearing Sharon’s little 500 start up, wishing that Italian cars would still be as unreliable as they had once been so that he could give her a ride on their way into town. It should have been solely because he wanted to parade her around town to show everyone how lucky he was, but part of it was that he felt a need to show everyone who’d ever said a bad thing about her how little their opinions meant to him. But he’d just have to settle for having her car parked outside his house.

There weren’t an awful lot of people around when Tommy and Sharon stepped into the Moonlight Diner a short while later, not when lunchtime was still almost two hours away, but Tommy still made sure to take Sharon’s hand as the two of them walked up to where his dad was standing behind the counter.

Sharon felt her heart flutter and her cheeks redden as she and Tommy made their way towards the hulking middle-aged man, who seemed to smile to himself when he spotted them holding hands.

“Hi son,” Tommy Sr. greeted Tommy Jr., “shouldn’t you be getting ready to leave town?”

“Yeah dad, but uh… we decided to grab some lunch first,” Tommy began to explain, “to go, that is.”

“Alright, but aren’t you going to introduce me first?” Tommy Sr. was enjoying watching his son act as though he was suddenly five years younger and a lot more nervous about girls than he normally was.

“Come on dad, you’ve met Sharon before,” Tommy began, but then let out a sigh and caved in to his father’s demands, “Sharon, this is dad, dad, this is Sharon.”

“A pleasure, Sharon,” Tommy Sr. nodded his head at her, “now, what can I get you?”

The two of them gave Tommy Sr. their orders, got their lunch, and headed back out to their cars, leaving Tommy Sr. to grinningly wonder how Janice was going to handle missing out on seeing her oldest boy with his new girl.

The journey to the Lang house was uneventful, and it turned out that no one else was home when they got there, meaning that they had it to themselves.

Upon dumping the bag containing their lunch on the counter in the kitchen, Tommy turned round to tell Sharon something, only to be surprised once more by having her come up and kiss him, her hands caressing his sides as she darted her tongue into his mouth.

Meeting Sharon’s kiss, Tommy got his hands busy by sliding them into her shorts, stroking the soft skin of her thighs as he began to work the garment down towards her knees.