Adventures in Modern Dating - Sex Stories

Adventures in Modern Dating

... had been, mostly about our other answers. Mom mentioned that April seemed to be in a much better mood lately. She said the same thing to April about me. Neither one of us gave her anything to work with.

Our next date was set for Friday night, at the local mini-golf and arcade. Neither of us had been there since high school and we had a blast. She was the better golfer but I was a much better shot, so it worked out to be a draw.

We started holding hands around the fourth hole. One moment we weren't and the next moment we were. We continued to hold hands as we wandered through the arcade, occasionally letting go to challenge each other to a video game.

We hung out until closing time, when I put her in an Uber. There would be too many questions if I kept bringing her home so she would act like the Uber driver was her date. It wasn't the best solution but it would get us through a few dates.

April started texting me early Saturday morning. Mom had more questions about our dates, like names, jobs, how we met, that sort of thing. We came up with generic first names, vague job descriptions, and admitted to using a dating app. If pressed for more, we would plead for privacy until we were certain we were getting serious.

I had to play that card first. I had gone over Saturday to help make more room for the attachments Dad bought for the mower. Mom cornered me in the kitchen.

"Tell me about Cassie. What's she like?"

"Her name is Callie, Mom. She's nice, she works ...

... at the university hospital. I'm sure April has told you everything already."

"So when do we get to meet her?"

"Damn, Mom. We've been on two dates. We're having fun getting to know each other. We're not even exclusive right now. I like her and I'm not going to screw it up going too fast too soon."

"Is your sister serious about this boy?"

"Daniel, Mom. I think she likes him but I don't know how much. You'd have to ask her about that."

"Tell me about this app your sister said you were using."

Once again, I stuck to our prearranged script, leaving out the nature of some of the questions. Dad walked in during my explanation and threw in a few questions of his own. There was something different about his mood that seemed strange, almost like he was proud.

Mom then gave me a mini lecture on not leading Callie on if I wasn't serious about a relationship. I knew Mom was just being a mother. She worried about our happiness and even though we were adults, she would always be our mother. That didn't make it any less irritating.

April's text after dinner made me laugh out loud. "OMG. Kill me."

Mom volunteered April to help with cleaning up after dinner and did everything but tie her to a chair and torture her for information.

I found out about the interrogation on the following Tuesday, when April showed up unannounced at my apartment. I took Sunday to take care of laundry and cleaning since I had spent all day Saturday helping Dad. April had been radio silent ...