Grandma's Visit - Tuesday Night

A few days later, Brett had asked if he could take me out, you know to say thanks and everything.

I was all excited about my first real date… which Brett and I made quite clear was just a 'friends kind of date' but still… I didn't have a clue what to wear because Brett hadn't told me were he was taking me.

I layed quite a few different combinations of outfit on my bed and mixed them around, trying to find the perfect one.

"Jesse, I need your help" I whined.

He looked up from his book.

"You want my advice?" He asked rather surprised. "You always bite my head off when I voice my opinion about clothes"

"Please, Jesse…" I motioned with my arm for him to come over to the bed and take a look.

He put the book down and walked over, running his hand through his thick, dark hair.

"Ok, as a guy, what do you like?" I put my hands on my hips and looked down at the clothes.

"As a respectable guy, I believe you should wear something casual and simple on your first date" He said as he scanned over my clothes selection.

I sighed.

"Jesse, this is the 21st century remember, this is what a girl wears on a date"

He picked up a rather small red spandex top, covered with dymontes, which had lace straps. You could tell it would be rather revealing.

He held it up towards me and raised his eyebrows.

"This is what a 21st century swinger girl would wear on her first date"

I can't believe he just said that! Well, not like I've have ever worn that top… it was just in case if some party came around and I wanted to impress someone… honestly. And the fact that it was half price in Suprè.

I took the top of him and shoved it back into my dresser.

"Have you actually worn that thing?" He asked kind of in disgust.

"No, Jesse, I have not… Now please help me decide" I said picking up a silk skirt.

"What if he takes you somewhere outside? You already know he's skipping right past dinner…"

I looked at him suspiciously, was he trying to suggest that Brett had other intentions of what he wanted to do with me?

"Jesse, it's not like that, were just friends"

"That's always what the girl thinks… but the guy on the other hand…"

"Jesse!" I hit him on the side of his upper arm… which was strong by the way.

I knew he was generally worried for me, I could see it in his eyes.

"Look…" I started as I took his hand in mine. "I know you don't know Brett, and I know you're worried about this whole thing, but please Jesse… you can trust me when I say that he's a nice guy…"

He squeezed my hand tighter.

I knew he was about to say something, but he managed to hold back whatever it was.

Then someone knocked on my door.

"Come in" I said letting go of Jesse's hand.

My mother poked her head through. I just wanted to let you know that Andy is on his way back with Grandma, and I'd appreciate it if you could talk to her before you go"

"But…" I started.

"No 'Buts' Suzie, you avoided her at the wedding last time. This time, I'm sending her up to see your room" My mother said sternly.

I agreed and she left my room and closed the door.

"Oh Querida, I knew that you treated old cats badly, but your old Grandmother?" He shook his head, teasing me.

"You just wait until she gets up here, then even you'll understand!" I laughed.

Finally I had decided about what I was going to wear. I stepped out of my bathroom wearing a green, lycra boob tube which had a lighter green laced ribbon which ran through the top part where it tied in a bow at the front holding it up and keeping it tightly in place.

It fitted my figure perfectly and stopped right on the waistline of my jeans. A pair of dark denim fitted jeans, which hugged my hips, and flared out slightly below the knees... oh and of course, I wore my favourite pair of black ankle boots.

"How do I look?" I asked Jesse, turning around.

"Fantastic" He said without enthusiasm.

Then I heard someone coming up the stairs.

"Brace yourself" I whispered to Jesse, who seemed willing to find out why I dreaded my grandmother so much.

The door swung open and in wobbled this little, plumpish, old lady with her grey hair tied up in a tight bun and her wide brimmed glasses.

"Oh my little Susannah" She gave me a huge kiss and hugged me tight.

"You have grown up into such a beautiful young lady, my dear. You know, you do remind me so much of myself when I was your age."

"Um, I do?" I asked uncomfortably.

"Yes dear, that was before I grew grey hairs, developed wrinkles and put on a few extra pounds". She said eying me.

"Andy told me about your date tonight, how exciting" She said holding her hands to her mouth.

"Twirl for me darl"

I awkwardly did a little spin for her. Then she half turned me towards Jesse, who sat there watching, waiting to see what my grandma would do next.

"I like the fitted jeans, they show your figure… you've got beautiful hips love. I bet you're the envy of every girl when you hit the dance floor, hey?" She nudged me.

I took a glance at Jesse who seemed to find this whole touchy, feely thing fascinating.

"And this sexy little top, I love it!" She said turning me towards the window.

OMG I thought screwing my face up with my eyes closed… I really didn't want to see Jesse's face checking me out in front of my grandma.

"It highlights you're breasts…"

"Grandma!" I said covering up my chest with my arms and turning my back towards Jesse.

"What? Don't be ashamed of your chest dear. Every guy in town would agree that they are perfect. You know, not too little, but not too large that they take the focus off your face. Your face which is…"

"Ok, Grandma, thanks for the analysis…" I said quickly trying to make her stop.

"…And your hair…" She continued as if not listening to me.

Then my mother stepped into the room.

"I think it's about time to get going, mum. You don't want Suzie to be late for her date do you?" My mother said guiding her towards my door.

"It was wonderful to see you all grown up, Susannah" She said, winking at me.

I turned to Jesse, who was extremely surprised and stunned.

"And you wanted to know why I dread seeing her?" I said with my hands on my hips.

He laughed. "Next time when you tell me that you dread seeing someone, even if they are family, I'll take your word for it".