Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... and white cotton pants and had his hair combed perfectly. He held the door to the car for me and told me it was his dad's car but that it was pretty nice. It was a big blue car of some sort with a bench seat and an automatic transmission. Of course, like it was fated or something, he'd planned on taking me to the movie at the local mall. Luckily, I talked him into one of the ones at the mall where his restaurant is instead. I was really glad I'd thought of it before and planned on the way out. He talked almost continuously while we drove to the mall and put his hand back on my bare back when we went into the mall. He bought a big bucket of popcorn and medium sized Cokes on the way into the movie. We only had to stand around for about five minutes until the first run ended and then went in and sat down on the aisle near the back. What the guys and I call the makeout seats since it always seems like the back rows at the Friday and Saturday night movies are filled with guys and their dates making out. We talked and ate popcorn while the lights were on and I found that I really liked Mike. He always has something to talk about that's interesting, like when we talked on the phone. But, unlike talking on the phone, here I had to pay a lot of attention to the way my legs were crossed and where my skirt was (it was always pulling up too high) and all sorts of little things while we talked. Finally the movie came on. But that was sort of a surprise too since as soon as the lights ...

... went down, he put his arm around my shoulder and held me up close to him. I could feel his sweater or his hand on my shoulders all the way through the movie and, by the end, I'd really gotten used to it being there. "Are you hungry?" he asked as we left the movie theater. "Not really," I answered. "Maybe a Coke or something." "Okay. I've got to take you to a nice place where the k**s are though. To show you off." I was pleased that he wanted to show me off but I wasn't very excited about being at one of the places where there were a lot of k**s watching me. But I didn't have much choice. We ended up at a place in downtown Pineville that was the local teen place with Cokes and fries and hamburgers and a jukebox. It wasn't too loud until about 10 when it seemed like everybody got there. I was pretty surprised when I saw Michelle come in with a guy. And she looked every bit as surprised when she saw me there, her smile broadening with her inside knowledge and triggering a blush from me that must have colored my face ten shades of red. She came straight from the door to me. "Dixie!" she said with a huge smile. "How are you?" "Fine. How are you, Michelle?" "I'm really good," she said sort of distracted, "but I just made it here." She leaned close to my ear. "Come with me to the bathroom." She turned back to her date and said, "Excuse us for a minute. Okay? If it's okay, maybe we could sit here." He shrugged and sat down as Mike motioned toward one of the open chairs. Michelle hooked ...