Even if it's only a few of you, I appreciate the encouragement. I hope you enjoy this one as well.
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He wasn't sure if it was the sunlight framing the window shades or his mother poking his shoulder that did more to wake him up. All he knew was that he didn't feel ready to get up.
"Tim. Tim! Anne is on the phone. Do you want me to tell her to call back?"
That brought him bolt upright in bed. "NO!", he barked. Sheepishly he said, "Sorry. No. I'll get up. Where's the phone?", he asked. "What time is it?"
"Eleven-thirty. I was just about to wake you up anyway. And here's the phone, you Lothario", she grinned, handing him the cordless phone from her room. He finally focused, stirred by the tight white knit shorts and the even tighter skimpy bright yellow tank top that hugged his mother's shape like a second skin.
She gave him a lingering kiss on the forehead, then turned and left his room. He stammered into the phone as he watched his mother's shape leave. Damn, she was getting to him. Again.
"H-hi Anne. How ya' doin'?"
"I'm fine, but I thought I'd hear from you by now. Or did somebody wear you out last night?", she chuckled.
"Um, well I guess the whole weekend is wearing me out. Sorry. I had meant to call you a lot earlier than this, but I did just wake up."
"That's okay. I understand. Do you want to take the day off and catch me later in the week?", she winced.
"Oh no! In fact, on the way home last night, I was thinking about something."
"What's that?", Anne asked, intrigued.
"Would you mind if we made some plans to include Kelly for this evening?"
"Jesus, Tim! What do you take me for. Watching you go out with Kelly is one thing, but I'm not going to have three people in my bed at one time."
"No! Wait! That isn't what I meant."
"Then maybe you better explain it to me" she challenged.
"Something Kelly said last night had me thinking about a friend of mine who might be a good match for her. What I was thinking was that we might setup a double date with Kelly and my friend Mark, if it was okay with you."
"I'm sorry, Tim. You had me going for a minute. But the double date idea is fine with me, though I can't speak for Kelly."
"Well would you like to ask her, while I check with Mark?"
"Okay. Call me back in about half an hour. Bye.'
She hung up before he could say another word.
'Gee,' he thought. She must really like the idea to take off like that. But so did he, for that matter. He called Mark and told him about Kelly. Not everything, but everything that Mark should know about a prospective date.
Unfortunately, Mark had been the brunt of a lot of jokes when they were in high school, and although he held no grudge over it, he had become wary of the jokes and pranks that came his way because of his short physical stature and his relatively long, fat cock.
At five-foot-three, Mark's nine-plus inch cock had caused him to suffer such labels as "elephant-man", "mighty midget" and "the big stick with the kid attached", among others. It was more envy than anything else that had his classmates teasing him, but he still became gun-shy over it.
A lot of his friends would have used such a tool to exploit as many of their female acquaintances as they could handle. But Mark went the other way. He became painfully shy around girls and still wasn't over it three-plus years after escaping the adolescent environment of high school.
Tim had assured him that while Kelly might be a little overwhelming at first, he was sure they would have a good time. Mark was reluctant, but he knew Tim was never cruel to him, even though he wasn't above ribbing him once in a while. Tim was, after all, just about his best friend. So he relented and okayed the date.
It had taken Tim so long to convince Mark to join them that his half-hour was up. He called Anne's number. The first ring hadn't finished before Anne picked up.
"Tim! Kelly really likes the idea. Is six o'clock okay?"
"Six is fine and I'll pass that on to Mark. But what if it hadn't been me calling?" he chided playfully.
"Well," she said sheepishly, "nobody else calls me except the office and they don't call on Sunday."
"Oh. Sorry. I would have thought that you might have a guy or two calling on you once in a while."
"I guess that's my fault. I've been kind of a recluse since Louie died. I haven't been very good company for a long while."
"There are lots of men that wouldn't let that stop them. Ask Kelly about some of the men she's known. She gave me an ear full about that very subject last night."
"Gee! And did you talk about me to her, too?" she bridled.
"Only in general terms and, no, I didn't talk about our activities the night before."
