I let the twins relate the details of my trip to Jaz's house to Mom. In short, Jaz's Mama had found cum in Jaz's hair when she returned from our house the day before. Jaz had come over to have one on one sex after the sleepwalking experience on the night of the graduation party. Jaz's mama forced her to set up a ruse of her own to get me there so she could fuck the new teenage boy as she struggled to salvage her life any way she could. She had done it before. She terrified me at first but her motives were pure. She just wanted to get fucked. Mom wasn't pleased with me getting myself into that scenario in the first place, she was pleased that the results made it even less likely that Jaz would be talking about us.
On Monday morning, I was at the breakfast table before Dad. He chuckled as he came down the stairs and saw me sitting in my chair sipping a cup of coffee. Mom was dressed for the day too. She had a meeting with the catering company to finalize plans for the Birthday Party on Saturday. We all knew about it, so it wasn't a surprise party. Mom brought Dad his coffee and set down a plate of hot blueberry muffins. She glanced at our looks of awe and said, "I didn't bake them. I bought them and heated them in the microwave." Dad and I looked at each other and laughed as if to say, 'Whoa, that was close. I thought she had been reprogrammed by aliens or replaced by a 'Stepford Wife' or something.' We each grabbed a muffin and nearly inhaled them.
As we finished, the twins came out of their room dressed for public consumption. I scanned them both from head to toes and said, "Wow. Are you two auditioning for Miss America or something?" They both giggled and snatched up a muffin and sat down at the table to eat.
Between bites Julie said, "We are going with Mom to make sure we get what we want. You working stiffs don't get a say. You get what you get." June grinned and kissed muffin crumbs from her fingers. We all went out the door together. Dad and I went off to work and the women went shopping.
I was a bundle of nerves all morning as I sat at my desk pecking on my computer. I had resolved to ask Sylvia to lunch today. Even with my new found confidence with women, Sylvia still made me nervous. Her beauty alone would have rendered me numb last year, but I thought I was past that. I picked up the phone receiver for the tenth time and rolled it around in my hand, mindlessly untangling the spiral cord leading from the base. I put it back down in the cradle and rehearsed what I was going to say. It should have been so easy: 'Hi Sylvia. This is Dex, your boss' son?' Fuck, that was stupid. I told myself to relax and I hunched up my shoulders and dropped them. 'What's the problem? It's just lunch and she already asked me to ask her.' I remembered that acronym, 'KISS', 'Keep It Simple Stupid'.
I picked up the phone again and quickly pressed the four digits for her office. I was committed now, but I couldn't decide whether I hoped she was at her desk or not. She answered. I luxuriated for a moment in the sound of her voice. It's as beautiful as she is. "Hi Sylvia. Are you free for lunch today?" God, I hoped that she recognized my voice.
Her voice changed from her professional tone and said, "Hi Dex. I am. Come by at noon. I know you ride with your father, so we can go in my car." The breath, that I didn't even realize that I was holding oozed out of my lungs. I hadn't even thought about the fact that I had no way to take her anywhere.
"Sounds good. She you at noon." I gently slid the receiver back on the receiver and went back to pecking on the computer. It took several seconds before I realized that I had a big grin on my face. The rest of the morning dragged by at a glacial pace.
At 11:50, I was practically positioned at my door with my feet in the starting-blocks waiting for the gun to go off. I had timed how long it took me to get from my desk to hers. It was ten minutes. I didn't want to be early or late. On the way, I pushed my fingers through my hair like a comb and thought, 'Shit. I should have checked myself in the mirror.' I was a nervous wreck. 'Get a hold of yourself Dex,' I thought. I checked my watch and realized that I was hurrying so I slowed down and took a deep breath.
Sylvia was just lifting her phone when I walked into her office. She smiled and raised one finger indicating that she would be with me in a moment. She pressed one button and waited only a moment and then she said, "Jarod. I'm going to lunch..." She smiled and looked at me. "Yes. I am... . Okay. Thank you." She giggled and hung up the receiver and stood up as she smoothed her dress.
"Does he know you're going to lunch with me?"
Sylvia grinned and said, "He does now. He told me not to hurry back. I guess we can go to a real restaurant now." She led the way and I followed closely as I checked out the rhythmic sway of her hips. She wore a short-sleeved summer dress with a flowing skirt that came down to a few inches above the knees. She walked gracefully in her stiletto heels. Her light brown hair with summer sun highlights cascaded in long random waves over her shoulders and bounced with each step. My dick was on the move and I thought about what Julie had said about trying to hide it by pushing it down my pant leg. I nonchalantly pulled it up toward my belt. The receptionist at the front desk caught me and she pushed her hand to her face to hide a giggle. I'd bet that she'd seen that happen a lot when Sylvia left for the day.
Sylvia drove a new Mini Cooper convertible. She promptly dropped the top as soon as she started the car. She was not concerned in the slightest about her hair blowing in the wind. She concentrated on her driving and neither of us spoke. The dead-air time would normally have made me nervous but it seemed to having the opposite effect. I steeled myself and relaxed during the twenty-minute drive.
The restaurant was nice and it wasn't crowded. I didn't recognize a soul and Sylvia commented on the fact that company employees rarely drive that far for lunch. We were ushered to a small square table with a linen tablecloth. She picked a chair and I sat down adjacent to her rather than across from her.
She thanked me for inviting her to lunch. "I rarely go out for lunch anymore and just brown-bag it. Before that I would go to the usual places were everyone went and I was constantly harassed by company big-shots and wannabees, to join them. It's not good company politics to shoot the big-shots down too often." She grinned and gave a nervous chuckle and started examining her fingernails. I recognized the autonomous reaction. She was nervous too. That renewed my confidence.
