A Surprise and A Date

(Rita PoV)

Stuffing our faces interrupts any conversation. I don’t mind the break. The food’s delicious. I am eating my empanada with my hands, as one should. Across the table, Cotton is using a fork and knife. Who’s she trying to impress?

While we’re eating, my phone notification sounds. It’s Life Quest. I try to ignore it, but the sound gets Cotton’s attention.

“Was that Life Quest?” The disbelief in her voice is real.

“You know about Life Quest?” I almost drop my empanada.

“I love that app! It’s been helping me make an impression with my Freshman year.” She covered her mouth like she had just given away state secrets.

“Humph, I didn’t think a champion like you would struggle.” I think we’re having a moment. “You’re already more popular than I am. No one picks on you.”

“Popular? Hunh!” She scoffs. “It’s nothing compared to my high school. I was queen! Daddy wants me to work for everything at this stupid school. He says I need to build my own relationships. He says it’s not enough to have money, I need to be resourceful, whatever the fuck that means.”

"Sounds like your Daddy really cares about you."

She scoffs again. She takes another bite before continuing. "Enough about me. Let's talk about you. Do I need to have you back to boyfriend at anytime tonight?"

"Back to boyfriend?" Is she implying I spend the night with him? "We haven't spent a night together." I feel my cheeks warm.

Her fork drops. She leans closer to me. "Not spent a night? But you have slept together, right?"

Why is it so hot in here? "Sleep together? No. I haven't slept with anyone."

"You're a virgin!?" Why is she so shocked? Nobody talked to fat, bookish Rita in high school. I’ve changed so much, so fast she doesn’t even remember the old me.

"Is there something wrong with that?" I reach for another bite of my empanada, but my plate is empty. Why do I run out of food now? Why am I spilling my secrets to her? Is this what friendship is like? Being embarrassed over dinner with nowhere to go?

"No, no there's nothing wrong with that." She settled back into her chair. I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes as she muttered under her breath. All I caught was ‘-ia said’ and 'dick-for-brains'. a stern look from the maid ended her muttering. "I'm sure your loving boyfriend will make your first time extraordinary."

He will, John must have big plans for us. He always seems so in charge.

Our bonding continues as we go back and forth for a bit about school. We finish dinner and head back to the garage

The elevator opens to the garage and the driver us waiting with the car. Once we’re safely and comfortably ensconced in the soft leather seats I swing the topic back to Life Quest.

“You said Life Quest is helping you. If you don’t mind sharing, how’s it helping?”

Cotton looks up from her cell phone to reply. “Right now, it’s helping me with a Quest to make the Varsity cheer squad.”

“Seems like an easy win for you.”

“So here’s the fun part!” Cotton’s energy seems to have recovered. “I need a ‘bold new outfit’ for the tryouts. Then I’ll get to wear a modified outfit for the season. Do you know how great that is for me? When Bucks fans think of the face of the squad, they’ll think of me!” She eagerly kicked her feet against the seat.

“So that’s why you contacted me. You want something different.”

She leaned over toward me again. “I want something unique! You’re so bold and creative and no one will see my looks coming, they will want to copy me! That’s where you get attention.”

The car stops and the door opens for us to do our shopping. I thought we’d go to a mall. Instead, we’re outside The Gilded Alley, where the rich people shop. I've never been here before, even to window shop. We get out of the car and I look around, taking in the stores I've heard of, but never been in.

I see jewelry that costs more than my life, outfits that cost more than what I pay in rent each month. What am I doing here?

Unaware of my crisis, Cotton grabs my hand excitedly drags me into one of the expensive looking storefronts, "The Muse & The Loom".

"Cotton! Hi!" We walk in to an immediate greeting from a tall fashionable woman. Well everyone is tall to me, she looks to be shorter than Cotton. Anyway, she's tall, and skinny, and pretty and poised and perfectly dressed and her hair is awesome. The woman greets Cotton with those snotty cheek kisses. "It's good to see you! Is this the girl you were telling me about?"

They discussed me? "Yes, here she is." Cotton shoves me forward. Now I'm the focus. "Vivienne Sinclair, meet Rita Torres."

(John's PoV)

We walk to the restaurant, arm-in-arm. Mat seems more satisfied than I've ever seen her, almost like her life finally makes sense. She rests her head against my arm as we walk. Was she this short as a man or that changed too? Either way, something feels right about walking with her close.

My recent experience with women has me liking the different types of feminine energy. Yesterday, was hot and wild. Tonight feels comfortable and whole, like all is right in the world.

We get to our reservation and sit side-by-side at a quiet dark booth. Neither of us are very cultured when it comes to food. There's a 3-course Prix Fix menu to help us with ordering. We start with drinks. I order an Old Fashioned and Mat orders some fruity vodka cocktail.

I know for a fact that Matthew never enjoyed fruity drinks. Yet, the woman beside me is thoroughly enjoying her drink. Enjoying it so much that she's on her second before I finish my first. Mattison is also much chattier. Once the drinks arrived, I received a through account of her last couple of days and everyone she met at the store. I learned about her bra fitting and how much she likes shoes and so many other things she’s excited about.

I interrupt her occasionally to feed her bite sized pieces of the appetizer, soft bread with a fancy dip of some sort. Each time I raise another bite, Mat leans forward and opens her lips. I realize how perfectly kissable they are. I watch her chew and even close her eyes and moan a bit. The food must be really good.

Mat opens her eyes and looks up at me. Mouth partially open.

"This is nice." She starts, leaning closer. "Being here. Together. With you."

She closed the distance between us for a kiss. I'm overwhelmed by how expressive a kiss can be. Her kiss was a promise, a promise that life with her had pleasures not available without her. It was a short kiss, but it changed my whole night.

"You still owe me the story of last night." She was whispering in my ear now. I'm happy for this dark booth where we have privacy. "I'll pick my favorite parts to re-enact tonight."

Yes, please! Our entrees choose this moment to arrive. The discrete service staff read the atmosphere and do their job with minimum interruption. Quality service.

Our plates before us, Mat makes no motion towards her silverware. She simply looks at me expectantly.

"Does my little wifey want hubby to feed her?" Mat's happy smile and nod followed. Why would I say 'no' to this? I pat my lap. "Sit here. It's your night, so I'll pamper you as much as you want."

She puts her legs over mine and lays her heard against my shoulder. I never thought eating could be so intimate. I pick up my fork and knife and prepare the food, each bite a balance of meat, vegetable and sauce. Each time Mat's pink lips open I flash back to the kiss earlier. She eats with her whole soul, enjoying each bite. I feel her satisfied moans vibrate my chest.

"Tell me a story while I eat." She wakes me from my revere. So I tell her about yesterday night. About being greeted by two women in naked apron. She immediately interrupts. "Wait, it was Maria and Cotton? Not Maria and Rita? You boffed that hussy of a cheerleader before your cute girlfriend? You bad boy."

Her tone was more aroused than chiding. I was nervous at first, telling my wife the story of how I spent the night with other women. She's clearly into it. I tell the story of Cotton's blowjob and how she worked so hard to please me. This was met with an approving, "She should work hard to please you."

The irony of talking about how Maria sat in my lap as she teased me while feeding me was not lost on Mat as she sat on my lap as I teased her while feeding her.

I continued with how Maria rode me on the couch. Mat squirmed as I gave her details about Maria's fit ass checks spread by my fat dick. She was not the only one getting excited, I could feel the memories stirring something in my pants. She especially liked Cotton's reaction.

"My, my, I never would've had her down as girl who was happy watching. You've found yourself a surprise bottom. Tell me more."

I'm getting the hang of this feeding a girl in my lap thing. I give her a bite, then I take a bite. We enjoy our meal at a leisurely pace. This was a good date idea.

I continue my recap with carrying Cotton to the bedroom. She listens intently to how I made the brat more obedient. The recap finished with describing the morning after sex.

"Mmm, hubby carried a girl to his room and made her submit to his cock. We'll have to re-enact that tonight." Why are we still at this restaurant? "Hey, tell that thing beneath me to calm down. I still want my sweets."

We continue our cozy dinner. I'm not sure if the food is extra good or it just tastes better with a gorgeous woman in my arms. Honestly, I don't care which.

Dessert arrives and I continue to feed the little lady in my lap. Each bite generates far more happiness than it should. I’ve added an important step to the feeding process. It’s now fed her a bite, kiss, feed me a bite, kiss.

It’s turning into more kissing than eating. Kissing is nice. I have plans for after the restaurant, but I can’t remember them.

“Mmmm, take me home. I need you inside me.” Any thoughts of plans went out of my head hearing the need in Mat’s voice. We continued to make out in the booth for a bit before we made our way out of the booth. The height difference saved the public from being treated to more of our loving kisses.

Mat settled for snuggling against my arm and shoulder while we quickly made our way back home. We managed to keep it PG until we got to the apartment elevator. When I stepped in, Mat jumped on me, her legs wrapped around my waist. The doors closed on us picking up the make out session.

I had two hands full of creamy thighs. Mat’s hands roamed my back and my head. Her hips worked against my stomach. It felt like she was about to explode with need.

The promising kisses from before were insistent now, demanding. The doors opened and she didn’t release my lips. I walked to our apartment door, grateful that I’ve been working out at the gym recently.

Without separating, we somehow get the door open. I’m faced with more steps between us and bedroom bliss. Again I’m grateful to Maria’s coaching. Weeks ago I wouldn’t be able to carry a girl upstairs while making out. I didn’t know what I was missing out on.

I get to our bed and lay Mat down. She opens her legs, the skirt riding up to reveal her sexy red panties. She looks at me with determination.

“John, I want you to make me your woman.”