Chapter 4 - Our first date...sorta

Another day passed and another day where I wanted to throw Mr. Kuipers into incoming traffic. This time he said the cornbread I made tasted like fire hydrant. Anyway....

The next day Amber was wearing a blue and white striped shirt with white capris that made her thighs look big, soft and squishy. It took everything I had not to touch her and I didn't.

"Hey Amber, looking great today."

She giggled "Oh stop."

I then summoned the testicular fortitude to ask the million dollar question.

"You think we could hang out sometime? I mean seeing you for 5 minutes before you take the bus home kinda sucks when I want to talk."

Amber smiled "Absolutely. You got a car?"

"Unfortunately no. I'm too poor"

She giggled "Tomorrow after school, you can ride the bus with me. If you have the time that is."

I laughed and said "Usually after school I'm cursing the train for being so slow. Maybe the bus home would be faster." She looked at her watch "Well, gotta go. See you tomorrow."


The next day I wore my best zuit suit to school.....just kidding. She was wearing a red tanktop with jeans that looked a bit too tight in the middle. Perfect for me but it looked like it hurt.

As we boarded the bus I took the window and she sat half next to me and half onto me because her hips were so wide. She was afraid I was smushed but I told her it was ok. I should have said I loved it but I didn't want to scare her.

When we got there I couldn't believe she lived in Brooklyn Park but hey, I'm just glad we met. She lived in a nice green, 2 floor house with a chain link fence surrounding the yard.

She brought me inside and I noticed there were no cars in the driveway.

"Where are your parents?"

"They're at work, my dad will be home in an hour. He's cool, not the overprotective type. My mom will be home at 9. She's the one you gotta worry about."

I laughed "I can take it."

She led me into the house, a real nice place. We sat down in her living room and started to talk. We talked about everything from old tv shows to the current state of Japan to awful gas prices to the Vikings.

Her face looked so beautiful I wanted to reach out and kiss her every 5 seconds. Inside I wanted to squeeze her arms and kiss her deep, grab her butt and pull her closer for deeper kisses.....but outside I kept it cool.

Sure enough an hour later her dad walked in the door. He was surprisingly short, but then again Amber was short so I guess that's where she got her height from. She didn't get her figure from him as he was quite thin.

Amber "Hey daddy, this is Jake. The boy I told you about!"

Ruh-roh! She already told the parents about me.

"Hey, good to meet you." He shook my hand, a nice firm grip. "Nice to meet you too."

He joined us for a few minutes and I gave him my story. A nice guy, no problems or preposterous questions asked.

At around 7 I had to go home and Amber was puzzled "Don't you want to stay and meet my mom?"

"I wish I could but I wanted to be home before 9."

She said "That's too bad, was hoping I could introduce you to my mother. She's head chef at Borrelli's."

I was taken aback "Woah...Borrelli's is a high class place. Everything is good there. Your mom runs the show?"

Her dad chimed in "Pretty much. Why do you think we live so well? Haha"

I asked "Is it alright if I can stay later tomorrow and meet her?"

He smiled "Absolutely, anyone who appreciates my daughter and my wife is good news in my book."

I said "Thanks, it was nice meeting you Mr..."

He shook his head "None of this Mister Runnels crap, you call me Doug."

I smiled "Nice to meet you Doug, take care Amber."

She led me to the door and I walked out. The bus station wasn't that far and on my way there I realized that that was our unofficial first date. I was intrigued to meet the matriarch of the operation. If Amber got her height (or lack thereof) from her dad then she had to get her body from somewhere. Little did I know what was about to happen.