Third Date
�Bill wait!�
I looked up over the roof of my car to see Melinda running across the parking lot.� Melinda was in my English class.� She was nice, but we really didn�t know each other.
�I heard that you are going on a date with Michelle tonight.�� Melinda said.
�Yes,� I responded, wondering where this was leading.� Melinda pulled out a plastic bag.� In the bag was a gold chain with a crystal pendant.� The crystal was long, and so red it looked fake.�
�Please give this to her and tell her �no hard feelings,� Okay?��
�Sure,� I said taking the bag and tossing it into the car.� Melinda thanked me and ran back to towards the busses.� I got into my car and drove off.� On the drive home I began thinking about Michelle.� I liked Michelle.� She was captain of the high school dance team, with a hot, toned body, beautiful smile, and graceful movement.� Not only that, she was in my advanced placement classes and my study group.� We had spent most of the semester studying together and learning how much fun it was to hang out together.� Just last month I�d worked up the nerve to ask her out on a date and tonight would be our third date.� The challenge we were facing as a couple was that she seemed to be more interested in being my friend instead of my girlfriend.� While we had fun together she wouldn�t even let me hold her hand, let alone kiss her.� I tried to remain hopeful that she really did like me, but that accepting physical intimacy was just hard for her.� However, I had to accept that if by the end of the third date she wasn�t ready to lower her defenses even a little and let me hold her hand, she probably didn�t like me enough to ever accept any kind of physical intimacy from me.�
Resolved to give this date my best effort I strode up to her door at exactly 5:00 and rang the doorbell.� She opened the door and came skipping out.� She was wearing a white top with a pink jacket, long jeans, and tennis shoes.� Her brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail.� Her smile and her earrings sparkled in the sun.�
�So where are we going� she asked, as we walked to the car.
�First we will stop by Fun-Putt mini-golf, Paul and Gina will be there.� Then we will join George and Trisha for dinner at the PizzaPit, in the mall.� After that we will catch the 8:00 Movie with Jim and Jewels.� I should have you home by 11:00.� Is that okay?��
�Jim and Jewels?� Michelle said with a raised eyebrow.�
Jewels had by far the largest breasts in the school, if not probably the city, and was largely thought of as a slut.� However, no matter what the girls thought and the guys hoped she was faithful to her boyfriend Jim.�
�Jim is a good friend of mine, and Jewels isn�t that bad,� I responded to Michelle.
�Not that bad for a slut,� Michelle retorted.
�Jim is my friend and Jewels is his girlfriend.� Besides it�s just a movie, you won�t have to talk with her if you don�t want to.�� I replied, defending my friend.
As we walked to the car I tried to touch her hand, but she, noticing, quickly pulled her hand away.� When we got to the car I opened the door for her, then remembered the necklace in my pocket.� I pulled it out and said �I have this for you.��
I put it on her; she smiled graciously then climbed into the car.� After I�d climbed in she said, �You really shouldn�t have.�
I smiled back, �I didn�t, it�s from Melinda, she says �no hard feelings.�� What is that all about?�
Michelle held the pendant in her hands, looking pensive. �Oh, Yesterday we posted the results of the Dance Team tryouts, Melinda didn�t make the team.� After practice she came up to me and wanted to know why.���� Michelle paused, fingering the pendant. �I told her that while she danced with a lot of enthusiasm, the team captains thought she didn�t have the looks or mannerisms we�ve come to expect from members of the dance team.� A dance team member should be able to attract guys not repel them.� I was kind of harsh, but I had to be to get the message across.�
�Oh� I said, finding myself at a loss of words.� Here the date had just started and I�d made my date feel jealous because of Jewels, and regret because of Melinda.� What a great way to start a date.� We rode in silence the rest of the way to Fun-Putt.
Part 2
When we got Fun-Putt things began to change.� Gina was Michelle�s friend too, and the girls were excited to talk together.� With her mood lighting up Michelle seemed to be having a better time.� When we got to the fifth hole we were behind Paul and Gina.� Michelle suddenly grabbed my hand and said �come on!� pulling me off the green and onto the sixth hole.� The funny thing was that she didn�t let go of it when we got there.� She just stood there with me waiting for Paul to finish his putt.� We finished that hole and while we were waiting at the next hole I reached over and grabbed her hand.� She didn�t pull away.� In fact it seemed like she stepped a little closer.�
As we progressed through the holes Michelle seemed more and more interested in having me touch her.� First it was my holding her hand, then she started to lean into me, then she actually hugged me after I got a hole-in-one on the 12th hole.� Before I knew it she was letting me wrap my arm around her shoulder, and then around her waist.� At the 17th hole while we waited for Paul and Gina to finish, I stood there with my arm around her waist, her arm was wrapped around my back, and she was happily leaning into me.� She looked up at me and said �It feels nice to have your arm around me.�
�I like it too� I said, smiling down at her.
When it was our turn to putt she was having a hard time placing her shot.� This frustrated her.� So I offered to help.� As she bent over to make her shot I spooned up behind her and wrapped my arms around her to grab the putter too.� While I was in this position I suddenly became aware that my cock was pressed up against her butt, and I was getting a little turned on by this.� I also realized that her butt felt softer then I would have expected from a toned dancer.� I think Michelle realized what I was thinking and could feel me stiffening against her.� I�d expected her to pull away, but instead she pressed her butt against me harder and wiggled it a little before making her putt.�
As we finished the final two holes I watched Michelle more closely, something was different about her.� Her jeans seemed to be tighter, and they looked more like capri�s, coming down to her mid-calf instead of full length.� Her shoes looked like flats, not tennis shoes like I remembered her wearing.� Her T-shirt had a lower neckline and was showing off a bit of her mid-riff.�� Her body seemed different too.� I�d always like her body, but now her breasts and her butt seemed more noticeable.� Her butt seemed to be more curvy then it use to be and her breasts definitely looked bigger. I�d always thought her breasts were kind of small compared to the other girls, but now they looked well, noticeable.� Probably a B cup, and in a tight T-shirt they drew attention.�
She seemed more approachable too. Her smile was bigger, her eyes dazzled a bit more, she appeared genuinely happy to be there, enjoying our company.� As I watched as Gina whispered something to her and Michelle giggled.� I had never seen Michelle giggle before.
The round was over.� Paul beat us soundly,� Michelle had started with a great game, but it deteriorated during the second half.� On the 17th hole it seemed she couldn�t concentrate on the game and it took her 12 strokes to sink the putt.� That was more then she had needed on the first 5 holes combined.� On the 18th hole she just threw her ball in the ball return instead of trying to putt it in.� Then she went off with Gina and they whispered and giggled together for a few minutes.�
At about 6:30 we walked out to the car.� I had my arm around her waist and she had her arm around me.�� When we got to the car she looked up at me and said �That was a lot of fun, I�m having such a good time, thanks for inviting me on this date.�� Then she gave me a quick kiss and jumped in the car.
Part 3
We got over to the Mall and found George and Trisha already eating at the PizzaPit.� The PizzaPit had an all you can eat pizza buffet, so Michelle and I got our pizza and then joined our friends.�
When we arrived Michelle gushed to Trisha �Oh Trisha, I just love your earrings, where did you get them?�
Flattered Trisha talked about getting the earrings and complimented Michelle�s blond hair, Funny it was blond, I had always thought it was brown.� Back an forth they chatted until Michelle started gushing over Trisha�s makeup. �You do such a good job with your makeup. I wish I could do makeup as good as you.�
�I�d love to teach you,� Trisha said, standing up, �come with me to the bathroom and I�ll show you.� So Michelle got up too.� As she got up she leaned over and I got an unexpected eyeful down her shirt.� Her low cut T-Shirt gave me a great view of her breasts, and wow they looked good.� They had to be bigger then I had thought, at least C cups, to produce that kind of cleavage.� Trisha giggled as she caught me staring down my dates shirt.� Then she and Michelle giggled their way off to the rest room.� As they walked I watched Michelle�s booty wiggle back and forth and realized that her pants only reached her knees now, and hung much lower on the waist.� A large portion of her midriff was bare.
While the girls were in the bathroom I asked George �Does Michelle look any different to you?�
�Michelle?� George asked, �Oh you mean Missy, No she seems the same to be her normal vivacious self.� Why does she seem different to you?�
�Yah, first she�s never been called Missy before and I�d never have described her as vivacious before tonight.� Plus�� I was going to mention her breasts getting larger, but decided better of it.�
George put his pizza down.� �What planet have you been on?� Missy not vivacious.� Star of the dance team, Hottest girl on campus. Dude, any guy would love to be in your shoes, or your pants anyway.��
�Shut up� I said, George just laughed and went back to eating.� Something strange was going on, but who was I to complain.� I certainly wasn�t complaining when Michelle returned from the bathroom.� Her makeup really made her look sexy, in a provocative, trashy kind of way.� For the fist time I noticed how pouty her lips looked.� They looked fun to kiss.��
�So what do you think of Missy�s new look?� Trisha asked.
�Bravo,� said Paul.
�You look awesome� I said.�
�Thanks,� Missy replied, then she looked at me mischievously.� �Trisha says you were staring down my shirt when I got up. Do you like my boobies?� She cupped her breasts with her hands, making her cleavage even deeper.�
�Uhh�� I stammered as I felt my face flush.�
�I bet he was checking out your ass when we walked off to the bathroom too.� Trisha added.� Missy sat there with a self satisfied smile on her face.�
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�Well Umm�� I stammered feeling quite embarrassed.
Trisha looked delighted.� �You are such a dick.� That�s all you guys are aren�t you, just big cocks.�
Missy licked and then bit her lower lip.�
�Yep, pretty much� said George.
I wanted to hide under the table, but at that moment I felt Missy�s foot on my foot and working it�s way up my leg.� What ever was going on she seemed to be delighted by it and was very interested in me.�
As we finished our food, Missy and Trisha seemed to be able to talk about nothing non- stop.� Hair, clothes, gossip, makeup. It also seemed that every time I looked back at Missy it seemed her neckline was a little lower, and her boobs were a little bigger. I had no concept of breast size but these looked like D cups, and I could just make out dimples where her nipples must be.�
At 7:45 I stood up and said �We�ve got to go Missy or we will be late for the movie.�
�Alright� she said, standing up �You�re the Best Trisha, Love ya, Bye now!� Blowing Trisha a kiss.�
When I saw Missy stand up I almost fell down myself.� Her T-shirt had given way to a tank top which showed off her tiny waist and navel ring.� Her thong panties could be seen above the waistline of her low cut denim mini-shorts, which showed off Missy�s long curvy legs and seemed pasted on her fat booty.� She was wearing a pair of 2� black heels.� Her Booty which this afternoon I would have described as toned could now only be described as full.� As we walked down the mall to the multiplex I put my arm around her.� I meant to place it around her waist but misjudged and landed my hand right on her butt.� I quickly slide it up to her waist.� She looked up at me and said �I like the feel of your hand on my ass� I quickly slid it back down.
Part 4.
When we got to the theater Jim and Jewels were already there, waiting for us.� At least I assumed they were waiting for us, what they were actually doing was making out.�� When she saw us Jewels let out a squeal.
�Misssssy,� I�z just LOVE your makeup.� It�s like SO hot.�
Missy seemed pleased.� And they started an exchange of compliments.� Meanwhile I got our tickets and couldn�t help comparing Missy to Jewels.� I had been thinking the Missy�s boobs and booty were getting pretty large and noticeable.� But standing next to Jewels she looked like a pre-pubescent girl.� Jewels must be the ultimate sex object I thought. Everything about her is meant for sex. Jim sure is a lucky guy.
We got into our theater and sat down to watch the movie.� It was some action-adventure flick with robots in it.� When we sat down I put my arm around Missy.� She snuggled into me.� After the movie started I realized that after she had moved the hand on the arm I�d wrapped around her had worked it�s way down onto her breast.� Here I was in a public theater with my hand resting on my girlfriend�s boob!� I didn�t want to move my hand but I didn�t want anyone to accuse me of coping a feel either.� I was fixated on this dilemma when Missy looked up at me, snuggled up closer, and kissed me.�� At first I thought she just wanted to kiss me, but the kiss went on and on.� She seemed to really like it, and I enjoyed it too.� After a little while of this I looked around to make sure no one was watching and placed my other hand right on the front of her breast.� I squeezed it a little and massaged it just a touch then dropped my hand back into my lap.� Shortly after that I felt Missy�s hand on mine, which she then guided back to her breast.� She actually wanted me to touch her breasts!�� At this point I couldn�t have cared less about the movie.� Before we knew it the credits were rolling, Missy and I had spent the whole time making out.
The lights came on and we got up and started out of the theater.� I looked at Missy and couldn�t believe what I saw.� Her denim micro-skirt was riding even lower on her hips and even higher on her legs then before.� I could no longer see her thong panties, or any panty line on that super tight skirt making me wonder if she even had panties on.� Her booty had bubbled out even more.� Wiggling and jiggling with each step she took.� Her tiny waist and toned legs made her ass look huge.� It was amazing that something that big could fit into such a tiny skirt.� After we got out of the aisle I could see her boobs.� Her Tank top now looked like a low cut sports bra.� It was white with the words �Pink Power� on it.� And her boobs had really grown during the movie.� Watching them jiggle and sway as she walked was almost painful I was so turned on.� Double D, no E, no gosh maybe F or G size, who knows they were huge, at least as big as Jewels.� Her nipples were clearly visible tenting through the fabric of her tight shirt.� The pink jacket that she was wearing had no hope of ever being able to close around these massive tits.
�So what did you think of the movie Missy?�� Jim asked.
�Well, � Missy started.� �The movie was, like, so confusing.� And I got, you know, so lost.� I couldn�t remember what the cute guy was suppose to be doing or if the robot was good or bad.� And then that airplane showed up and I was like so lost.� But Billy was there so I started to kiss him, and that was like so much better than a confusing movie.� He made out with me for the whole movie!�� Then she giggled making her boobs jiggle.
�No way!� Jewels replied.�� �That�s like TOTALLY what happen�d ta� me!�
�We should, like, tell the manager to stop making movies that are so confusing. I bet people would, you know, like them more if they didn�t have to be a brainiac to understand �em�� Missy said.
Jewels giggled.� �The movie�s not confusing cause we no brainiacs Missy, it confusing cause we silly girls.�
�Oh�� replied Missy.� She though about that for a moment then said ��Okay�� She grabbed my arm and we then walked out of the theater.� With each step her 6 inch heels clicked on the tile causing her boobs to jiggles and her butt to swayed provocatively.� We bid Jim and Jewels a farewell and got into my car, and drove out of the mall heading for Missy�s house.
Part 5
Missy talked a lot on the way home, but the more she talked the more she sounded like a air headed bimbo.�� I decided to test her by interrupting her monologue on hair by asking her about her favorite class: English.
�Missy, what do you think of Miss Steele�s assignment in English class?�
�Huh, what, Miss Steele,� Missy said �she has nice hair I guess, but she always keeps it in that braid��
�Not her hair, Missy, the reading assignment for Miss Steele�s class.�
�Oh that,� Missy frowned, �I haven�t done it yet.� I don�t like that class, reading makes my head hurt, and her lectures are so boring.�� If it weren�t for your help I wouldn�t be passing that class.� Missy smiled and leaned her head onto my shoulder.� �You�re so smart,� she said, then placed her hand on my upper thigh added �and so handsome, I�m so lucky.�
We got to her house and I walked her to the door.� As we stood on her porch I noticed that her shirt no longer covered the bottom of her breasts, it was now just a tube of fabric that wrapped around her chest and covering the mid portion of her boobs.� Her boobs where massive, they had to be at least G cups and the jiggled with each breath.�
�So, you umm�, like to come in,� Missy asked.
�yeah, that would be nice,� I replied getting my hopes up that I might get to make out with her again.�
�great,� she said, �you can meet my daddy.� And she grabbed my hand leading me into the house and into the living room.�
Missy�s dad was a big guy.� He was sitting on the couch watching TV.� His feet were on a low table surrounded by a couple of empty beer cans.� His white T-shirt barely contained his bulging biceps.� On one bicep he had a tattoo of a snake.
�I home daddy� Missy chirped.
�Hi Pumpkin,� he looked up at us, �did you have a good time.�
�yep, Billy took me golfing, out to eat and then to a movie.� We made out for the whole movie,�� Missy giggled as she sat down next to her dad.� I remained standing but felt my face turn red as her dad sized me up.�
�So this is Billy, huh, the guy you like to hang out with?�� Her dad asked.
�yep!��� missy gushed,� I sat down in a chair across from them.
�The guy you are �in love with�,� he continued.
�uh-huh�� Missy affirmed.
�The guy you want to have sex with.�� He stated.
Missy just giggled and nodded her head.
He then turned to me and asked �So son, do you want to fuck my daughter?��
Up to this point my face had felt like it was burning I was so embarrassed being here. But now it felt cold and pale, my palms sweatted and I felt Panic was welling up inside me.� I began looking about for a place to run.�
�Just relax for a second son,� Missy�s dad continued.� �Princess, I need to talk to Billy man-to-man for a moment, be a dear and wiggle your ass down to the kitchen to get me a beer and a coke for Bill.�
�O-key-doe-kee daddy!�� Missy said in a singsong voice and walked off to the kitchen.� She did seem to have a bit more swing in her hips the usual.
Missy�s dad sat up straight and looked me in the eye.� �Look Bill, Missy and I need your help.� Now both of us know that my daughter looks like a walking wet dream, and acts like a slut in heat.� Her looks and manners attract the attention of every guy within 100 feet of her.� Lord know how, but I�ve been able to keep her a from fucking every horndog that wants a piece of her, but now that she�s 18 there is now way I can repress that super slut libido of hers.� She needs someone to satisfy her and protect her from the rest of the cocks out there, and you, you lucky SOB, are the man she wants to have do it.� So I ask again do you want to fuck my daughter?�
�umm, Yes I do.�� I stammered
�call me sir�� He said flatly.
�Yes, sir� I said
Good, Now do you have any STD�s�
�No sir�
�Good,�, he said �I didn�t think a scrawny kid like you would be having sex yet, but you never know these days.� Bear in mind that if Missy ever comes home with one I�m going to cut your dick off.� You got it�
�yes, sir�� I swallowed hard.�
�One other thing, if she comes home with a broken heart because you have been mean to her I�m going to give you a broken face. Got it.�� He said, emphasis his point by pounding his fists together.
�Got it, sir� I replied.� There wasn�t much else I could do.
�Lastly, if you ever hit her, if she comes home bruised, beaten or hurt physically in any way you better start running cause I will hunt you down and kill you.� You understand.�� He said looking at me in a way that sent a shiver down my back.
�Yes, sir.�� I coughed out.
�Good,� He smiled, �treat Missy right, make sure the rest of the guys at the school knows she�s not available, and you�ve got the best damn fucktoy around.�
Missy came wiggling back in and gave her dad the beer, bending way over at the waist.�� I had been wondering if she had panties on or not, but the eyeful of her deliciously moist cunt answered that question.�
She handed me the coke and stood next to me.� Watching me with adoration in her eyes.�
As she stood there she kept fidgeting, rubbing her legs together, and biting her lips, holding her hands then folding her arms.� Clearly she didn�t know what to do with herself.�
�Don�t just stand there like a Barbie doll, pumpkin, Entertain your boyfriend.� Take your top off and sit on lap.�� Her dad suggested.�
�Oh, good idea� Missy chimed, delighted with something to do. She pulled her top off then settled into my lap.�
Her boobs where gorgeous and huge, her nipples were pert, the pendant on the necklace that Melinda had given her hung nicely between the breasts.� It was a clear crystal.�
�Huh� I thought �it was dark red this afternoon.�� But watching Missy�s look of adoration morph into one of lust took my attention away form the strange pendant. Maybe I�d ask Melinda about it later.� Maybe.�
Missy was such a slut, she couldn�t help herself from reach down into my crotch and massaging my cock.�
A few moments later Missy�s dad said �I guess I�ll leave you to love birds alone, remember to fuck her before you go Bill�
�yes, sir� I said, Missy had already extracted my cock from my pants and was working her pussy over to it.
Third dates can be brutal, but sometimes there is nothing better.�