“Why aren’t you dressed up like a pony walking around with your mom?” I asked.Courtney looked at me like I was batshit crazy to even suggest it....��You don’t approve of what your mother does?” I asked.“Of course, I approve. I am just not a subbie,” she said, and she looked at Stefan.Stefan seemed like any average boy. He was cute and had a bit of a baby-face. He was obviously on the timid side. That was fine with me. I like it when boys shut the fuck up.“You are the wannabe pony?” I asked with a. ‘Look, David, I am a virgin. I’ve blown that prick Bill twice and jerked off another guy you don’t even know because he doesn’t go to school here. I am not a slut. At the same time I’m eighteen and probably just as horny as you are. Don’t count your chickens, David—a movie and a burger for Jeananne does not ensure a BJ. This is our first real date. At this moment, you can forget about the BJ—at least on this date. If there is another date—which would pleasantly surprise me, you just might get. Not bringing each other’s naked bodies to spasming orgasms as I’d been dreaming about. Luckily in a minute or two Amanda was on her way up...“Hello, oooh!” She arrived in the bedroom. She came over and gave me a kiss, then began stripping. In a moment her perfect body was naked ... but she was rootling in a drawer.“Coming down for a bit of sun?” she grinned, slipping on her new string bikini bottoms. “Come on we can do that later.” Not bothering with her top she was out of the door and. Zoe looked at me and could see I was sincere. “I could feel the draft when you opened the door”. All was going as well as expected. I couldn’t help but be distracted by the thought that if Zoe could feel the draft and knew I was there, did she want me to look?The next check was done by phone. “Aw, you’re not coming over this time?”“I wouldn’t want you to catch a draft”. Was that an invitation? Am I over thinking this?About thirty five minutes later Zoe called me. “Hi, can you help me please?.