Next Sunday

You spend the weekend working on his Science Fair project. You make progress, eliminating variances from the data. You almost forget your appointment with Mariah, because you were so deep into your work. Then your computer calendar beeps a reminder.

"Oh, my God!" you say to yourself, "I have to shower!" So you get ready and head over to Mariah's house, arriving just at two o'clock. You walk to the front door and ring the bell. Mariah opens the door, wearing a white t-shirt stretched across her tits and a green mid-thigh skirt. She genuinely smiles at you and says, "Come on in, John."

You walk in, and she leads you into the living room. It is big and pristine. A huge sectional couch is in the middle. "Leslie isn't here yet, would you like something to drink?"

Leslie. Your mouth goes dry. She is one of the cheerleader's, and she is gorgeous, with long red hair and big tits that she flaunts on and off the football field.

"Um, a Coke? Please?" you mumble. Mariah grins a little at your discomfort. You aren't sure if she is happy that you think Leslie is hot, or that you are uncomfortable. She leaves for the kitchen.

When she returns to the couch, she hands you a soda can and sits next to you, turning to face you. She sips her Coke, and puts her hand on your knee.

"I have a little confession to make. I told Leslie to come about an hour from now, because I'm selfish, and I want to fuck you first without her here. Is that okay with you?"

You aren't sure how to react. You have no experience with girls, especially not girls who want to get into your pants. So, you just agree, saying, "Sure, that's fine."