Adventures in Modern Dating - Sex Stories

Adventures in Modern Dating

... her.

I knew I wasn't going to do better than her on any dating app, not even close.

Both phones chimed at the same time. April looked at her notification. "The app wants to know if I enjoyed our date."

Mine was the same notification. "Well?"

April opened the app on her phone. She read the little paragraph aloud. We had options to choose from, ranging from calling the whole thing off to arranging another prepaid date. We could also freestyle it but we would have to pay our own way.

"I want another date." Her finger hovered over the screen.

"This is probably a mistake we're both going to regret but I think I do too." I opened the app up again and selected the prepaid date option. The way her eyes lit up when she smiled and tapped the screen left me with a very funny feeling in my gut.

"Now we need a cover story."

I'm told the best lies are those based mostly on the truth. We came up with a story that didn't actually feature malicious dishonesty, it just left out certain details. We went over it a few times, trying to poke holes in it until we were satisfied it was workable.

As expected, Mom had all kinds of questions. Since I brought April home, she wanted to know how that came about. We simply explained that we had gone to the same restaurant, we had no idea that this would happen, and at the conclusion of dinner, I had offered to take her home since our dates lived across town. My date had made arrangements to be picked up beforehand and it was ...

... pointless to make hers drive all the way over here when I was heading this way anyway.

Dad was strangely quiet, just nodding as Mom grilled us. I hung around for a bit and then headed home. As I was leaving, April was sitting on the stairs waiting for me. She had changed into her usual T-shirt and shorts. She gave me a quick hug and whispered "Thank you" in my ear. I hugged her back, very aware she was no longer wearing her bra. It felt really nice.

I went over for Sunday dinner and Mom had more questions, specifically about my first impression of April's date. I stuck to the script, saying he seemed okay, she looked like she enjoyed his company, and I suspected she would go on at least another date.

She asked about my date, too. I went with she was easy to get along with, she wasn't wild or anything, and I definitely wanted to go out with her again.

April had already given me a heads-up and we had gotten our stories aligned. Mom seemed satisfied with our answers and dinner was very enjoyable. Dad seemed unusually happy and I figured it was the new riding mower. After dinner, we sat together on the couch, just close enough for her foot to press against my thigh, my hand resting on her ankle. Like I usually did, I helped Mom straighten up and take stuff back to the kitchen when it was time to go home. When I left, April was at the foot of the stairs, waiting to give me a hug before I left.

The week went by quickly. We were texting a little more frequently than we ...