A date of sorts
Schools in session again so back to the grind.
I changed my schedule somewhat since I'm starting to run out of topics for my evening readings. When I say that, I don't mean I know everything but that I've covered the areas that will help me in the short term. Read up on the core subjects from this year and all the previous ones, became close to fluent in Spanish and French while my Mandarin lags a bit behind, and I'm satisfied with the pace my computer-related skills are improving just from my side hustle. I have taken up reading financial and investing books due to influence from the econ class I'm taking this semester but that's about it for books.
Like I said, there are a bunch of other things that I could study up on – enough to keep me reading for the rest of my lifetime honestly – but the truth is, I don't want to and that's not strictly necessary just yet. Right now my priorities are my personal life, school, and basketball; the other things can wait until they become relevant. Is it a smart decision? Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, I've decided to follow it.
What I've decided to do with my free time is focus more on my 'job.' Each time I complete a project I end up getting paid for it in money and XP proportional to how complex the job was. So rather than learn something with no immediate benefit, I'm raking in dough and progress towards the next level. That last one is very important since I haven't leveled up since the day I got my SAT scores back, over three months ago! Realistically, it's fair because I did level up at the end of the summer and then twice more in the fall but I know for a fact I've been doing a lot of things and gaining a bunch of XP since then. Quizzes and tests, projects for work, basketball games, etc. I've never been able to tell how much I need for the next level but it should be close, hence the increased workload.
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I normally arrive at school twenty or so minutes before the bell rings which gives me some free time. Last semester it was mostly chilling out in the cafeteria with the guys and although I still do that, Sara and I have been spending some time together in the mornings and even some lunches. We usually just find a quiet spot to talk, and other things. In the week since we've been back in school I've been introduced to her best friend while she's been introduced to George and a couple of the guys.
It's that best friend of hers that becomes a topic of interest one day during lunch. We're not sharing a table right then but it's the twenty-first century, phones exist.
Sara: Yeah she knows me and you are talking so she invited us along
Me: I wouldn't mind spending time with you
Me: As long as we're not intruding on them
Sara: Well she clearly doesn't mind and I'm assuming he doesn't either since she felt comfortable inviting us along
Me: If that's the case then it's a yes for me
Sara: And I also think this is a good idea it's a date but more comfortable in a way
Sara: Great!
Sara: I'll let her know to expect us
Me: Cool, just need a time and a place and I'll be there
Sara: She was thinking this weekend but she didn't pick a place yet
Sara: I think she's waiting to know if we'd be coming along or not
Me: Let me know when you find out then
Sara: Will do
Sara: Kinda hoping it's nothing too extra
Me: ?
Sara: But I kinda do want to put on the new Christmas gifts
Me: And now I want to see you in them
Sara: [emoji]
Sara: We'll see depends on her and how I'm feeling
Sara: You ever get that mood where you just want to be comfortable and not give af?
Me: And just wear sweats all day? Definitely
Sara: Exactly
Sara: PJ's for me tho
Me: Yeah, I feel you
Me: And I don't want you feeling pressured either
Me: Dress however you want to
Sara: Thanks Lucio
Me: In fact, forget about dressing completely if that helps
Me: I won't judge
Sara: [emoji]
Sara: Is that for my sake or yours?
Me: Both?
Sara: You're too funny I'll think about it
Me: [emoji]
Sara: Joking I'm not showing up naked in public
Sara: Only you're allowed to see the goods [emoji]
Me: You make a good argument
Me: Either way, bumming or not, I'll only have eyes for you
Sara: Bumming!
Sara: You better be happy you're not within throwing distance mister
Me: Huh? There was a compliment in there!
Sara: Screw you
Sara: And no not an invite
Me: [emoji]
…
I add a final touch to my outfit and step back to admire myself in the mirror.
Wasn't lucky enough to be born a handsome chad but I make it work. My complexion's really cleared up over the past few months, I'm guessing a bonus of my ability since game characters don't have to worry about acne and stuff like that. Without the effects of hormones on my face, my positive attributes have a chance to shine. Those being my eyes and smile. Hair looks well-groomed too – screw Trent and his comments about my 'unredeemable' hair – which is a plus. I'm also tall, in good shape, and pretty confident about myself these days.
Easily a six out of ten. Maybe a seven with all the mods.
Throw in a simple but nice outfit and that should be enough to ensure I don't embarrass myself nor Sara today. Instead I'll leave that to the skates with which I have zero experience. But I've seen little kids skating just fine so it can't be all that hard. And plus, I'm the gamer.
I leave the house amidst good-natured teasing from my parents and soon pull into Sara's driveway. She lives in an older part of town where her house looks different from mine - different material and build - but isn't necessarily better. I suppose it would depend on what you want from a house really.
When I knock on the front door it takes a short while before someone answers, a woman. The lines on her face and extra padding around the stomach and hips plus the resemblance to Sara clue me in on who she is. Sara also warned me beforehand. I don't know what her day or even week was like but the poor woman looks tired. Like a weary 'I'm-done-with-this,' tired.
"Hi Mrs. Anderson," Her smile trembles a bit. Is she one of those adults who don't like being reminded of their age? I'll keep that in mind. "I'm Lucio, Sara and a few of us had plans this afternoon."
"Hi there Lucio. My daughter told me you would be stopping by." She steps back and gestures. "Speaking of Sara, she should be almost ready so why don't you step inside and warm up some?"
Ah, is this the part where she questions my intentions towards her daughter? Seems like a good opportunity to do so. Or maybe not as my date comes up beside her mom looking ready to leave, "Thanks for getting the door Mom. Hey Lucio."
"Hey Sara. Like your outfit." If I didn't know better I would assume all that talk about not wanting to do too much was only to lower my expectations which she would then blow away with her current getup.
"Thanks, I like yours too. Come on, lets go." She waves bye to her mom and follows me back to the car where I get the door for her before carefully backing out.
The banter is kept light over the course of the drive so the twenty or so minutes fly by. Thus on a chilly Saturday afternoon I pulled into a parking lot ready to do battle with a pair of roller skates.
"Oh look, they're here. Miranda!" Sara excitedly waves over the couple. "Over here!"
Miranda is what the blind masses call a redhead. A typical one too because the face under that vibrant, not-red hair is covered in freckles. Those are the things people notice first and I suppose afterwards they'd note that she's skinny. Where Sara is the slender build with smallish boobs and a… hm, I'm not really sure how to describe her ass. It's not big like some girls' but it's not really small either; it fits into my hands quite comfortably. Ok, maybe I won't talk about the size and rather just say it's cute. Yeah, that works. Sara is slim with a cute ass while Miranda is thinner and simply less gifted. She's taller though so maybe that makes up for it.
I suppose in guy terms it's like muscle mass and height. Both are coveted but where one of them can change under the right circumstances, the other is strictly dictated.
The guy she walks over with is around her height but blonde. I haven't noticed him around school but his tag says his name is Tanner and that he's human. I'm still waiting for the day when someone will look human but my power will expose them as otherwise. That would certainly spice up my life some.
"Hey Sara, hey Lucio. This is Tanner, my date. Tanner that's my best friend Sara and her boyfriend Lucio." She called me Sara's boyfriend rather than just date which might not be exactly correct seeing as how we haven't confirmed anything. Or at least I haven't on my end; who knows what Sara's been telling her. "They're double-dating with us."
"Huh?" Well that's not a good sign. I throw a look to Sara who looks back. "Oh, that's cool, I guess. I'm Tanner, nice to meet you both. Up close too." I shake his hand and try to look extra friendly.
"Yeah, since she's seeing someone I figured it'd be fun to double up." Miranda explains with a happy expression. I don't think she realizes Tanner was expecting something different.
"We have to get sized for skates now right?" I ask looking around, anything to move this awkward moment along.
"Right." Sara speaks up, "Let's go."
It's a quick process switching out our shoes for skates and by the time I crawl from the carpeted area and onto the hardwood I've already unlocked a skating skill. Even then, me and the side-rail are buddies for the first lap.
"Come on hot-shot, you're slower than my grandma. On her walker." I send her grinning face a mildly exasperated look.
"Hush you. This is part of the process." There is a noticeable improvement from where I am now compared to when I first put these on. "I'll be on your level soon enough."
"You know what, I can actually believe that," She relents, glancing over her shoulder. "I'm sorry about that thing earlier. I know it made me uncomfortable."
"Eh, you have nothing to apologize for; unlike Tanner I was actually in the loop."
"I legit thought he was too. Like, Miranda told me and said let's make it a double-date, so I assumed everyone involved would know. But she told me and not her date."
"Like I said, this isn't your fault." It's my turn to look around now, the orange-head and her date aren't within hearing distance. "She does stuff like this often?"
"Kinda?" She shrugs a little, "I love her and everything but she can be a bit careless sometimes. It's usually smaller things though, nowhere near this embarrassing."
"I get it," If Miranda were to be a gamer, I don't think her wisdom stat would be very high.
Alright, enough of this sissy stuff, I let go of the rail and move about a foot away from it. Far away enough to be independent but close enough to grab it if I'm about to fall.
"I see you, putting on the big boy pants."
"Told you, I learn fast." My shoulder gently bumps hers, "So I've been thinking..."
"…you can't just start a sentence like that and not finish."
"You should come over sometime. We could hang out without all the school bells and other distractions." I'd been somewhat hesitant about asking before since I hadn't known where we stood. She wasn't exactly a friend but we weren't exactly dating either so I'd had no idea how I would introduce her to my parents or how she would take it. But I channel some of that inner peace via gamer's mind and forge on. "What do you think?"
"I'd like that. I've heard you can tell a lot about a teenage boy just from seeing their room." Sara jokes.
"What makes you think you'd be seeing my room?"
"I don't know, an educated guess. Will I be seeing your room?" And those are what people call puppy-eyes. They're pretty effective.
"Be good and you just might." That's a nice one.
"No promises there. So, when can I come over? And will I get to meet your parents?"
"I for sure have basketball related things every day except for Fridays where I might have a game or I might have the day free. Games are usually Tuesday and Thursday so on the other days you could come over in the evening if you can find a way. Eat dinner with us maybe."
Honestly, not having my own car sucks. Sara is in the same boat so plans that call for traveling mean we need to coordinate with our parents.
"Might take you up on dinner since that time works for me." Right, her little brother comes back from school later than her and can't be home alone. "How about weekends?"
"It depends. I usually just chill or have plans with friends. If you're interested just talk to my secretary about finding you an open slot."
"Don't make me trip you Lucio," She mock glares, "But I'll definitely come by. Don't know when yet but you might want to prepare an extra plate on Wednesday. Wink wink."
"Message received."
We keep talking while skating and I get pretty comfortable on the rink before we stop and enter the arcade area. I manage to win her a stuffed animal and some other souvenirs to mark our first date, if this counts. We end by sitting down with Miranda and Tanner to split a whole pizza and some drinks. All in all, not a bad time.
…
"So who's this girl that you're already going on dates with Luci?" Mom asks me the next day. She probably would have interrogated me sooner but I came back kind of late last night.
"Her name is Sara. A senior like me." I tell her while giving a good degree of attention to the vegetables I'm cutting with a super sharp knife. As a restaurant chef herself, my mom usually has me or my dad prepare dinner a few times a week so she can get a break from doing kitchen duties. It means that I'm pretty familiar with cooking and therefore it's one of my higher level skills. "We met a few months ago and have been talking since then. She was my plus one to that party Eddy threw."
"The partying type then. Or maybe she just likes you enough. What else, what's she like?"
I take a moment to consider that answer, "I think I like her so far. She's got a sense of humor, nice, and, you know, she's pretty hot."
"Mhmm, you don't say..." And that right there is a sign to brace myself for an atypical mom comment. "How hot are we talking about here?"
"Mom!" I don't want to talk about this with her, feels so weird.
"Come on Luci, I just want to know whether or not my son has good taste." She laughs. Probably enjoys my discomfort. "Like Monica Bellucci hot? Or maybe a blonde, Michelle Pfeiffer?"
"I literally have no idea who those people are. Maybe try someone more recent." I kind of want to go look them up now, if only to see what counted as hot back then.
"Kids these days… Salma Hayek? I'm pretty sure I saw her in a trailer recently, for some superhero movie."
"Now that one I do know." She came to my attention only recently, one of the many stars in Eternals, and I can't lie and say I haven't googled her. That woman's got some boobs on her, and that ass isn't bad either.
"I bet you do." She says with a fond side-eye. I give her my best angel face. "So? This Sara?"
"Well, I'm not going to compare her to anyone else," Least of all Salma Hayek, "But I think she's hot. A blonde by the way."
"Pft, the safe answer? You're no fun Luci. Can't an old married woman get a bit of harmless gossip?"
"I'll have plenty of gossip for you when you get old, how about that?" I reply instead. "Until then though, you'll have to use your own judgement since she might come over this week. As long as you're both fine with that?"
"Of course, I want to meet this girl. I'm guessing she's coming for dinner? When?"
"Maybe Wednesday. We haven't exactly confirmed it."
"Ok, looking forward to it." She moves to the pantry and takes out a couple things, "Want me to prepare something or do you want to show off your deal-closing cooking skills?"
Heh, cooking skill. "I'll make it. But if it were you though, what would be a good meal for first meeting the parents?"
"Off the top of my head? I would suggest something she'll like, that's most important. And it should also be something relatively safe to eat in terms of mess. I'm sure she wants to make a good first impression on your father and I and that's hard to do with food all over the place." Is her sage advice.
"Hadn't considered that but it makes sense." That still leaves so many different options though. I'll think on it later. "Thanks Mom."
"That's what I'm here for sweetie. Here, don't forget to add these."
…
It's too early to say for sure but I think my parents like Sara. Or at the very least they don't dislike her.
On Wednesday evening they lightly interrogate her over the pasta salad I'd made, Mom helped just a bit, and she answers all their questions well enough. I can only hope meeting her parents goes as well for me when the time comes.
After dinner I take Sara over to my room and reassure her she'd done fine before settling down to stream a movie. I don't have a tv in my room - something to change maybe - but my parents and I had agreed to put the newer, faster PC in my room so we open Netflix on there. The upside? She ends up sitting in my lap in my desk chair which leads to other things not even ten minutes into the movie.
I kiss a trail along her neck and then jawline, finally reaching her lips again where her tongue meets mine. From the private moments we've been able to find at school, I know she enjoys the type of kissing where our tongues dance together in an erotic tango so that's what I focus on. Even more than her pleased hums, the uptick in kissing and foreplay all serve as indicators that I'm doing something right.
Something very right…
"You wanna move to the bed?" Sara asks, the promise loud and clear although her voice is a hot whisper near my ears.
"Sure, but my parents are here…" I warn her. I don't really feel comfortable going too far with them in the house. The sound of the movie might cover some of it but they could still overhear something if we're not super quiet. And even if they can't hear it, there's still this embarrassment factor that I can't properly verbalize. Like, it's my parents, I can't have sex here with them so close. Even with the walls between us.
"Keep our clothes on?"
I answer by standing up with her in my arms and moving to lay on the bed with her on top. The new position is way better than how we'd been on the chair, much easier to feel each other. The difference in height puts her covered pussy on my stomach but she puts pressure on my dick with a leg. And of course my hands go to her ass. Brings back memories. A bunch of factors have been conspiring against us lately, making it hard to bring back that sexually charged atmosphere from the night of the party. So although we've made out and felt each other up here and there, the mood just wasn't the same. This moment is by far the closest we've managed to come to it.
"I've missed this," I admit, tilting my head to the side and giving her better access to leave hickeys on my neck area. I don't mind; they'll be gone by the time I go to bed, maybe sooner. Can't say the same for the ones on her.
"Me too." She pauses, "You sure we can't go further?"
I take in her pout and feel my resolve breaking down some. "You really want to?"
"Are you kidding? I'm burning up here. I promise to be quiet?" And that's her hand on my dick now, setting up a beautifully executed two-prong attack.
"Fine. But I'm not going down on you now; when I do that I don't want you holding back at all so we'll wait until we can get some privacy." She deflates a little but nods in agreement, "Promise, it'll be worth it. Want me to finger you for now?" Silly question really. Her button is unfastened and zipper pulled down in record time.
I roll us over and lay on my side, hovering over her and ultimately being better able to maneuver. We both watch my hand slip under her panties and run through a small patch of hair to finally land on her wet pussy. It's my second time doing this and although it feels just as fascinating, I'm better prepared. So many articles and videos online - ones that are actually informational rather than just porn - and I'd studied a bunch of them in preparation for when I'd eat her out. So although I'm using my fingers rather than tongue, I get my bearings soon enough and target her clit with my thumb and her G-spot with my index and middle fingers. Take that for a pincer movement.
"Mmm…" Hips already twitching, she grabs a nearby pillow and bites into a corner of it. Even fully clothed the sight is super erotic and it makes me want to tease her rather than racing to get her off. So I do. Or try to, breaking the rythym every now and then to slow down and apply varying levels of pressure. I cast my mind back to that night and pat myself on the back when we reach and go past the time marker where she came. "Mhm hmh mm!"
… I'll take that as 'let me cum you sexy bastard!' Whatever else could she be saying?
My hand is soaked by the time I finally take mercy on her, walls fluttering and thighs closing around my finger and wrist. She goes limp moments later and the pillow falls to the side leaving me both satisfied yet unsatisfied as my poor dick pulses in discomfort.
Sara recovers not too long later, jumping up and frantically taking off the ruined panties in hopes it didn't stain her pants too much. Kind of a lost cause by that point. She stripped standing between me and the computer screen so in the otherwise dark room it meant I couldn't see anything properly. Like one of those TikTok silhouette challenges, but hotter. She winds up returning the favor, blowing me and using the removed panties to catch the results. I throw the piece of underwear into my dirty basket to be washed sometime.
This one is on time. Hopefully...
