Thank you to my editor, drbob80, leftylooo and lancerinLA.
This is the continuing story of Chris as he gets together with Teddi.
Thanks for taking the time to look in on Chris.
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I thought we might go to a little Italian family restaurant near the mall, Ricci's. (I think it closed years ago) It was a little like the café in Lady and the Tramp, red and white checked tablecloths and Chianti bottles with candles. It was family friendly and not at all romantic, but had very good spaghetti. I got to Teddi's house just before 7:00 and she ran out to the car and jumped in before I had a chance to put it in park.
She slid over and gave me a big kiss, startling the hell out of me. "Hi Chris! Where are we going?" She stayed right beside me, her thigh tightly against mine, and her hand on my knee.
"Uhh, unless you're tired of Italian food because of the pizza place, I thought we'd go to Ricci's." I said, still a little unnerved by the kiss and her proximity.
"That's great! I love that place." She gushed. "My Dad's place just has pizza and we don't get spaghetti very much."
Before I pulled out, I turned and looked at her. She had on a very tight, white, very low cut, scoop neck top. Her top was sheer enough that, even though she had on a bra, the dark brown circles of her nipples were clearly visible. Her nipples were erect, too and poking stiffly through the fabric. The white top set off her dark hair and nicely tanned skin perfectly. Her skirt was black and just as tight as the top, stopped high on her thighs, just short of being obscene. To finish off the look she had on shiny black spike heels. Just as Joni had felt underdressed on our date, I felt seriously underdressed, now.
We got to the restaurant and Teddi didn't wait for me to open her door. By the time I got to her side, she was waiting for me beside the car. This was one of the subtle differences between Joni and Teddi, either she was an independent woman, or she didn't understand good manners. We got to the door and before I could open it, she jerked it open and strode through it. We found a table in a corner and she scooted her chair very close to mine. I had thought that Joni was aggressive, I evidently had never seen aggressive before. Teddi was the very embodiment of aggression. She grabbed my right hand with her left hand and held it while we looked over the menu. After Joni and Sara, Teddi's behavior was a little unsettling. The waitress came over and we ordered sodas and Teddi started talking about Northwestern. She was very excited about going to Chicago and living in, at least near, the big city. She talked about herself the entire time we were looking over the menu. I only heard about half of the stuff that came out of her mouth because I was mesmerized by the view. She had propped her chin on her right hand and the already expansive cleavage was somehow enhanced. She really did have incredible tits. Finally, she decided she wanted spaghetti with red sauce and Italian sausage and asked me order for her, she needed the 'little girl's room'. I found the 'little girl's room' comment out of place with the balance of her behavior, but I immediately set aside my discomfort as I watched her incredible ass walk away. I chuckled as I noticed the heads of all the dads with their families turn and watch her ass all the way to the bathroom. There were more than a few whacks from moms on dads and then most of them looked back at me with visible envy. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. Teddi repeated the show on her return trip; however, the dads were more careful with their leering. I was laughing aloud by the time Teddi got to the table and she had a puzzled grin on her face.
"What's so funny, Chris?" Teddi asked innocently.
"Tell me you didn't see all the men slobbering in their pasta over you." I snickered.
She grinned, unable to maintain the look of innocence, "That's why I walked to the bathroom. That happens pretty much every time I go out and I enjoy the attention, plus it's funny watching them get smacked."
She then said, "Hold out your left hand."
I did and she put her panties in my hand, then folded it closed and took my right hand in her left hand again. The panties were still warm and I couldn't resist a peek down at her legs. I looked back up at her face with a sheepish grin and she grinned back and glanced down. I followed her glance and now her legs were open and I could see her smooth, shaved pussy. It looked shiny and wet. Immediately after her legs opened, there was a commotion behind me and a woman was beating her husband on the back. He was choking on his spaghetti and most of the wait staff was rushing to help him. I glanced back at Teddi and she had a huge shit-eating grin on her face. I shook my head.
I whispered, "I assume he saw what I saw."
She started giggling and whispered back, "Oh, yeah, I really didn't mean for that to happen but his timing was perfect when he looked and I thought his eyes were going to fly out of his head, like in the cartoons. I think he gasped and sucked a piece of spaghetti down his throat."
About that time I heard the man gasp in a huge lungful of air and his frantic wife shrieking, "Frank, Frank are you OK?!?!"
I heard his raspy reply, "Yeah, honey, I just swallowed wrong."
I saw Teddi blow him a kiss so I turned to look and he had a big grin on his face and he winked at her and gave me a little salute. Mrs. Frank was not looking at him, she was talking to the manager and he was apologizing all over the place, and she was insisting it wasn't the restaurant's fault, her husband was an idiot. The manager finally accepted that, but insisted that Frank and his wife not pay and the next time it would be on the house, too.
After that, the restaurant went back to normal....well, for everyone but me. I was sitting there holding Teddi's panties in my left hand, Teddi was holding my right, and the waitress was approaching to get our order. I nearly panicked and then stuffed her panties in my pocket. I heard Teddi giggle and shot her a look, which only exacerbated her problem. She laughed aloud and I flushed red, which only made her laugh harder. The waitress got to our table and looked at Teddi and I ordered for the both of us, telling the waitress to ignore Teddi, I was fairly certain Teddi had lost her mind. That made the waitress giggle and she left.
I sat back, withdrew my hand from hers, crossed my arms on my chest and watched her laugh. She had tears running down her cheeks and her mascara was running. I told her as much and, even though I didn't think it was possible, her laughter ratcheted up a notch. She got up to go to the bathroom and forgot to pull her skirt down immediately. The collective gasp from the diners and silverware clatter was deafening. Teddi immediately realized the problem and tugged at her skirt, but it was too late.
The manager appeared from out of nowhere and said, "Sir, we are preparing your order to go, I think your lady friend has put on enough of a show." The restaurant was dead silent with everyone watching.
I was nearly speechless; I stood to apologize and stuck out my hand. He flinched and then realized what I was doing. "I am truly sir, this is the first time we've gone out and I don't know what to say, other than again, I am very, truly sorry."
He was apparently stunned, took my hand and said, "It's not a problem, sir. The show was a little much for our younger guests." He winked and then whispered, "Even though I enjoyed it very much. Please take your dinner with our compliments."
I handed him the appropriate tip for our waitress. "The young lady doesn't deserve to miss her tip."