Sally and Billy's Second Date - Sex Stories

Sally and Billy's Second Date

... stressful situation, Billy has shown me you have a brave and caring boyfriend. I hope you take good care of him, and don't let him get away.” “I won't Mom.” Sally then darted up the steps to shower and change clothes. A short time later, she came down wearing a pair of tight jeans and a snug fitting blouse. Even though she was completely covered, her blouse helped show off her substantial breasts. Her jeans accentuated her plump butt. Even though she was overweight, she felt sexy. She wanted to be sexy for her boyfriend. About an hour and a half later, I knocked on Sally's door. Sally opened the door and was surprised to see me there so soon. “You're a little early aren't you?” “Just a bit. I thought we'd get a bite to eat on the way to the game.” I then noticed her clothing. Like most young men, I am sometimes a bit slow to see what was right in front of my face. “Wow! You look great, Sally.” Sally grinned from ear to ear. She then yelled to her mother that they were leaving. Her mom yelled back. “Okay, have fun and be careful. Billy, you take care of my little girl.” “Yes Mam. I promise I will.” I responded. We then went out and got into my car. Sally again slid up close to my side and kissed me. We then headed to a nearby fast food joint for burgers and fries before the game. The lead punk that had assaulted Sally Thursday afternoon came strolling in just as Sally and I took our seats. He was accompanied by his bitch of the week. I couldn't help but laugh when he and I ...

... made eye contact. The punk and his bitch immediately turned and left the restaurant. After leisurely eating our dinner, Sally and I headed for the high school gym to see the game. The Junior Varsity game was already in progress when they arrived. Sally asked, “Where would you like to sit?” Without hesitation, I said, “Top row behind the home team.” Once they were seated, Sally asked why Billy had selected such high seats. “You can see the entire floor from here. And, if trouble starts, with our backs literally against the wall, I don't have to worry about what's coming up behind us.” I explained. Since this was Sally's first basketball game, I also had to explain much of what she was seeing on the court. I did so with caring patience. Between the JV and Varsity games, Sally and I made a trip to the concession stand. They also walked the school's hallways during the Varsity game half-time. As they walked hand in hand a few of Sally's classmates spoke. Most of them were the smarter kids in class and merely wanted to know who Sally was with. She proudly introduced her boyfriend to them. She practically beamed when telling them I was twenty-years-old and a college student. I politely bowed to the girls and shook hands with the boys. Sally didn't realize how many of her classmates had also been intimidated by the punks as she had been. Of course they had all heard what I had done to the punks after school Thursday afternoon. Many of them asked if they could sit with Sally and me. I ...