The next chaperoned meeting was due the coming weekend, and they'd all agreed that dinner out was the most appropriate. However, this presented a problem for the Stevens; Sarah had no evening wear whatsoever. While Mrs Stevens was confident sewing simple dresses out of plain cotton, she was less sure about doing something with finer fabrics. However, a tour of the local charity shops saw her buy a black silk cocktail dress that she was sure she could alter to fit her daughter. She felt that it needed to be a little more revealing in order to engage the boy's interest.
A day's work on the dress and it was finished. She'd taken in the waist and lowered the neckline but the major innovation was to unpick a side seam to make a split up the dress to the level of Sarah's upper thigh, the idea being that as she walked, the dress would open briefly to show a flash of thigh. She'd bought her a pair of matching high heels, a little higher than the last so that Sarah had to practice with them but she found it easier after getting used to the first pair.
On the night of the dinner, Simon had selected the only very upscale restaurant in town, one that the Stevens had never attended. The Fitzpatricks had sent their car to pick them up and the ride to the restaurant was quiet; nervousness on the part of Sarah and excited anticipation on the part of her mother. When the car arrived at the restaurant, the doorman opened the car door and Sarah moved to get out. Forgetting about the slit in the dress she placed one foot on the pavement with the other still in the car, splitting the dress up to her upper thigh and opening her legs. The doorman's eyes immediately fell to the junction of her thighs and Sarah flushed in embarrassment, wondering if he'd actually got a glimpse of her panties. The thought immediately hardened her nipples and as she stood up, the doorman's eyes only raised to her breasts. He took in the creamy cleavage and obvious nipples and Sarah flushed anew at his clear interest.
Once inside, they were met by Simon who kissed Sarah on the cheek and escorted them to their table. Mrs Stevens had watched closely as the doorman met the car and had taken note of his lascivious behaviour and Sarah's response. Simon was again a perfect gentleman and she thought that now the beautiful woman that she was, was emerging, she needed a husband to protect her virtue and his respectable behaviour and position in the town would guarantee that.
Throughout the dinner, Sarah hung on Simon's every word and as she gazed lovingly at him through the evening, her panties became increasingly damp to the point of being uncomfortable. Just before the deserts were due to arrive, Sarah made her excuses and headed off to the ladies, where she quickly removed her wet panties and balled them up in her handbag. On the way back to their table, she felt deliciously naughty being naked underneath her dress and wondered what Simon might think if he knew. If she was bolder, she might think of passing them to him under the table, but even just the thought of it made her flush with guilt and embarrassment.
On the way home in the car, the young couple held hands and made inconsequential talk of the meal. However, Sarah was just ecstatic just to be near him. On the one hand, she didn't want the evening to end but on the other, she needed to get home before she got a huge wet patch on the back of her dress. Once they reached home Simon was a gentleman and opened the door for Sarah and her mother, who went to their door leaving the couple a little privacy. Simon took Sarah into her arms and she tilted her head to be kissed. She was thankful for the kissing practice with Amy because she was confidant that she wouldn't make a mess of it. Naturally, she let Simon take the lead. He kissed her softly on the lips and the tingles went straight to her nipples and pussy. But all to soon the kiss ended and Simon bade her goodnight. Oh, she wanted so much more! She wanted an open mouthed kiss and his tongue in her mouth! She wanted him to grab her breasts and pinch her nipples the way Amy knew she liked!
"I suppose I will have to be patient," she sighed. Once in her bedroom, she stripped off her clothes and threw herself naked onto the bed. She squirmed in unrequited passion. "God, this must be what being 'horny' is! I wish Amy was here to relieve all this tension" Eventually, she stilled, put on her nighty and fell into a fitful sleep.
The third chaperoned meeting was to be a picnic in the grounds of Fitzpatrick House. Her mother dressed her in a little yellow sundress, low cut with tiny spaghetti straps such that she couldn't wear a bra with it. The top was loose and her constantly swaying breasts meant that her nipples brushed against the material and were constantly hard. They spread a blanket in front of the lake and set out the picnic things. There were various types of canapés and chilled champagne. Sarah had never drank champagne before but she loved it! Though, after her second glass she could feel the effects; she laughed and flirted and was all bubbly and silly. She was oblivious to the fact that the afternoon sun was behind her, and both her mother and Simon could see the silhouette of her naked breasts through the thin cotton of the dress. Mrs Stevens decided that she would take a tactical stroll down to the edge of the lake, leaving the couple to themselves, though she kept a watch from a distance out of the corner of her eye.
Sarah lay down on the blanket and looked expectantly at Simon, willing him to kiss her. Kiss her, rip her dress from her breasts, caress them, pinch her nipples, she was on fire!
Simon looked at her and lay beside her and kissed her tenderly.
"You can touch me, if you want," whispered Sarah.
"But your mother is just over there!"
"It's OK, she won't mind, she won't say anything"
Simon tentatively touched her breasts and Sarah moaned. She wanted him to do more. She imagined him taking off her dress and ripping her panties right off before plunging his penis into her wet pussy; she wouldn't care if her mother saw everything. However, Simon was just too nervous to do more than kiss her again and then he sat up and offered her more to eat. Sarah politely accepted even though it wasn't what she wanted. Eventually they prepared to pack up and head back, but before they did so, Simon surprised her by dropping to one knee. He took her left hand and said to her, "Sarah, will you marry me? Be my wife, to have and to hold?"
Sarah's eyes brimmed with tears and could say nothing, but nodded shyly. Simon then took out a little jewellery box and took out a very large diamond solitaire engagement ring and placed it on her finger. When he stood up, he held both her hands but Sarah flung herself at him putting both arms round his neck, saying, "Yes, yes, yes! Simon my love!"
Sarah turned to her mother, "Look mummy, look!" showing her her hand."
"Congratulations to the pair of you," she beamed and embraced her daughter and then her new prospective son in law.
On the way back, Mrs Stevens enquired into the practical arrangements surrounding the betrothal.
"I was thinking we would have a small engagement party for close family and friends, maybe next week end? How would you feel about a short engagement, Sarah, maybe we could get married after my summer exams? Though I won't be able to spend much time with you - I'll be cramming for the exams."
"Oh Simon, whatever you think is best! A short engagement is better, I can't wait to be Mrs Simon Fitzpatrick!"
As she said this last, she couldn't help but think that she couldn't wait to fulfil God's will for her: to be made love to again and again and again until she produced an heir for the Fitzpatrick's dynasty. She blushed at the thought but her pussy was tingling.
The weekend of the engagement party, Sarah's mother invited Amy over for a sleep over so they could both spend the day getting ready for the party. Once alone in her room, Amy pounced on Sarah. She threw her on the bed and sat astride her waist and pinned her arms above her head.
"So, you're going to be a married lady before the summer's end? Simon will take his pleasure from your so-delectable little body, probably fuck you in every room of the Fitzpatrick mansion!"
"I hope so," giggled Sarah, reddening at the thought!
"Will he kiss you like this, I wonder?" as Amy pressed her soft lips onto Sarah's and opened her mouth with her tongue."
"Oh I hope so!"
