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The Hot Date
by Erin Tyler
Stephanie arrived at James' house a little early. She didn't want to get
into a lengthy conversation with his parents, but even if she did, she
had practiced her whole story. With a fluff of her long, blonde hair and
a pat of her cheeks, she rang the doorbell, pushed up her breasts, and
took a deep breath.
Mrs. Rowan answered the door, took one look at the slender, leggy girl,
and went wide-eyed. Stephanie thought she saw a tiny nod of approval,
but something in the way the 40-year-old woman's lips twitched said she
still had misgivings. "...Hello," Mrs. Rowan said.
"Hi, Mrs. Rowan! I'm Stephanie Linde. I'm here for my date with your
son, James?"
Mrs. Rowan seemed a little taken aback for a moment, like she wasn't sure
what to make of the situation. "...Uh, yes! Okay! Good! Yes, we've
been expecting you! Please, come in!" Mrs. Rowan stepped aside and let
the young woman into her house.
The Rowans lived in a two-story ranch house somewhere in suburban
America, a typical house on a typical street. Stephanie looked around
curiously, acting like she hadn't been there before. She rocked her
heels back and forth on the stone floor. Mrs. Rowan closed the door and
clasped her hands together tightly. "So! Stephanie, was it?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Did your..." Mrs. Rowan's eyes darted up and down Stephanie's tight
black dress with the lace-up front. The garment ended just below her
ass, which Mrs. Rowan seemed to take note of. "...Parents... drop you
off?"
"No, ma'am. I took a taxi."
"...Ah." Mrs. Rowan nodded. "And where did you meet our James?"
"We go to school together, ma'am. We're both seniors at Westbrook."
Mrs. Rowan smiled -- it was too big of a smile. She was nervous.
"...Ah! So, you know him... from school..."
"Yes, ma'am." Stephanie knew where this was going. She feigned
ignorance.
Mrs. Rowan scratched her chin. "...Say, Stephanie -- can I call you
Stephanie?"
"Of course!"
"Ehhh... Stephanie..." Mrs. Rowan looked concerned. "For a while now,
I've wanted to ask someone from your school about my son."
"What about?"
"Well... you see, we heard some rumors that have been floating around
about our James. It seems that... some people... may have seen him
around town with some other boys his age."
"He has friends."
"Yes, but... these weren't his friends. At least, none that Leon --
that's my husband -- and I have ever met. People have said that these
boys James was seen with -- well, one boy really -- that James and he
were quite..." She raised her chin and looked down her nose.
"...Close... to one another."
Stephanie kept feigning ignorance like a pro; she felt like she deserved
an Oscar for her performance. "Close?"
"...Yyyyes. These... rumors -- and they are rumors, Leon and I have
spoken with James about this, and he's assured us that they are
completely false -- are that James and this other boy are quite...
ehhhnnn... intimate."
"...Intimate?"
"...Yyyyes."
Stephanie pretended to very slowly come to understand what Mrs. Rowan was
asking her: "...Do you mean... you've heard... James is g-"
"-Tut-tut!" Mrs. Rowan said aloud, putting up her hands to silence her
young companion. "Ha! Ah-hah! No. I was just wondering if... any
similar rumors, regarding our son, were floating around your school."
Stephanie genteelly composed herself, but held her head high. "I assure
you, Mrs. Rowan, that I am the only person James is interested in."
That seemed to relax Mrs. Rowan a little; her shoulders fell, and she
breathed a quick sigh of relief. "Well! Good! We wouldn't want any
lies spreading about our James, would we?"
"No, ma'am!" Stephanie giggled.
"Right! I'll go get him, then." Mrs. Rowan climbed the stairs leading
to the second floor, but paused halfway up and turned back to face
Stephanie. "Oh, and Stephanie... would you mind, er..." She waved at
Stephanie's dress. "...Just... something more modest...?"
Stephanie quickly looked down at her dress, then back up. "I'll wear
more next time!" she laughed.
"Hehhhhh!" Mrs. Rowan chuckled insincerely, and continued up to the
second floor.
Once Mrs. Rowan was out of sight and earshot, Stephanie's bright, toothy
smile broke into a sneer. "God damn," she muttered. "Stuffy bitch."
She clipped down a couple wood stairs onto the shag rug of the recessed
living room, where she paused to look at the collection of Billy Graham
books on the mantle and the small clay statue of Christ on top of the
television.
Stephanie raised her hands above her head and stretched out as far as she
could go. "Mmmmmnnhhh!" she groaned, feeling good. No, she felt great.
Everything on her felt so sleek and tight and sexy. It was constricting,
and she loved it that way. It was all over her body: her head, her neck,
her chest, her legs...
...Her penis.
Hidden under fake skin, like all the rest.
She rocked back and forth on her heels casually. From the floor above
her came a rumble of little feet, and a clumsy thump-thump as they came
down the stairs. Halfway down, they stopped. She peeked into the darker
space of the foyer as a small boy, less than two years old, peeked back,
between the slats of the railing, at her.
Stephanie's eyes glowed with joy. She stopped rocking and bent at the
waist. "Hiiiiii!" she cooed, waving her fingers at him in a greeting.
"Hi, there! I'm Stephanie! What's your name?"
The child hung back, as shy as any child that age. He wavered a bit,
then a smile broke out on his face, causing him to drool a little.
"...Sss... Ssssteeeeeeevie..."
Stephanie's blood froze.
"Ssstteeevie..."
"N-n-no, sweetie, I-I'm Stephanie. Steph... ah, Steph-a-nie."
The child said nothing for a moment, then came thumping down the rest of
the way. He toddled over to the top of the small wooden stairs and shook
his waist, like he was swinging a hula hoop. "...Wha... what are you..."
The child looked down at his toes, which he pointed up in the air. He
rolled his feet forward and wavered on his tip-toes, then rocked back
onto his heels. He repeated this strange, tiny dance several more times.
It took Stephanie a few moments to discover why the child had chosen to
do this: a certain someone had a very particular habit when that certain
someone was left alone, or was simply feeling a little bored. "Stop
rocking on your heels," that someone had been told. "It's annoying.
Stop it. Stop it..."
"...Sssssttteeeeeeviee...," the child said, grinning.
Stephanie covered her beautiful face with one hand and laughed. "Thank
you, sweetie," she said. "I'll have to remember that. There's an old
saying, Adam: old habits die hard." She reached down, lifted the child
in her arms, then set him on a couch in front of her. "...Hey, wanna
hear something neat?" The child nodded. Stephanie pinched a bit of skin
on her neck, just a few inches above her collarbone, then pinched it two
more times. There was a soft beeping noise.
"...Hiiiii, Adam!" Stephanie said in a young man's voice. Adam's eyes
went wide with glee. "Peekaboo and abracadabra! It's me, Stevie!" They
shared a giggle. "Hey, Adam, let's play a game," she whispered. "When I
look like this, I'm Stephanie. When I'm a boy, I'm Stevie. Okay?" Adam
nodded. "Oh, Adam! You are just too cute!" She crouched down and gave
the child a hug.
"Love you, Stephanie," Adam whispered into her ear.
"I love you too, Adam," Stephanie said. She gave him a peck on the side
of his head and sent him off, then smiled. "Ladies are going to be
falling all over themselves-"
Mrs. Rowan reappeared on the stairs, and Stephanie immediately fell
silent. Thankfully, the older woman looked like she had heard nothing.
Stephanie pinched her neck three more times, and she heard the soft
beeping noise again.
James appeared on the stairs behind his mother, dressed in a nice suit
and tie. His hair was buzz-cut, and a dusting of stubble was on his chin
and jaw line. Stephanie thought it was a good look for his youthful
face. He confidently strutted down the stairs and put one arm around
Stephanie's back. "Madame," he murmured. Stephanie smiled broadly.
James walked Stephanie outside. Before he shut the door behind them, his
mother chimed in with, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
"Of course, Mom! Love you!" James shut the door behind him. "She means
anything fun," he whispered softly. Stephanie giggled. He quickly
jerked his head to his left, toward the driveway, and Stephanie followed
him hand-in-hand as they jogged over to his car.
Before she could make her way to the passenger side, however, James took
her in his arms and kissed her deeply on the lips. She pressed her body
to his and gave him her neck, which he sucked. "Ohhh...," she moaned.
"...No, wait... James, not here, not in the open..." She broke off, just
as disappointed as he was.
"Aw, damn, baby, you look fine," he breathed. "So do I get to unwrap my
present now, or do I have to wait 'til later?"
"Anytime you want, babe!" she giggled.
"Aw... damn!" He shook his head in disbelief. "I thought I was gonna
blow my load right there when I saw you! Is it uncomfortable?"
She twirled, showing him her entire body. "A little, but I could
definitely get used to it! This whole bondage skin-thing..." She came
in close to him. "It's got me so turned on right now. It's like...
being both free and constrained at the same time. I'm being squeezed in
on all sides, but I can still move and talk. It's got all the best parts
of my disguise and BDSM fetishes mashed together. I love it!"
"Sounds like you want to stay this way for a while longer."
She bit her lip. "Yeah, I do!"
"That's cool, no problem. We can go around town, be seen together.
We'll create an identity for you so we can be together on weekdays.
Sounds good?"
"Sounds great!" She laughed. He nuzzled her neck.
"I love you," James said. "No matter who you are or what you look like."
"Oh, James!" she moaned with longing. "I love you too!" They kissed,
and walked to his car together. He opened and held the door for her,
then went around to his own side and got in.
"Your little brother recognized me," Stephanie said.
"Yeah, he can be scary-smart sometimes," James replied, starting the
engine. "He won't tell, though. He never does."
"Of course. Still..." Stephanie hummed. "What do you say the three of
us run away together? You, me, and Adam. We can start our own little
family somewhere else."
James thought about it, then nodded. "...Mmmaybe. He'd be the son, I'd
be his father, and you'd be both his mother and his sexy uncle."
Stephanie beamed. "Oooohh! Sexy uncle! I like that!" James and his
lover had a good laugh as the car pulled out of the driveway and zipped
down the road.
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