"Wow, its starting to pour." Amy said looking out of the kitchen window.
'How appropriate' I thought to myself. It had been one of those dreary suffocating fall days that drowns your psyche. I was already a bit out of sorts. I had met Kate at the "Werks" earlier for our "Saturday" conversation, but she hadn't been her normal self. She was polite as we chatted but she seemed distracted and distant. It was obvious that she was troubled, that something was on her mind. When I asked if everything was okay she smiled and tried to be reassuring, telling me that our conversations were the highlight of her week. When we parted she gave me a little hug and thanked me for being a good friend. I had no idea what she meant and was pretty sure I would never see her again. I spent the rest of the morning half heartedly working out and running errands. Mainly I moped around feeling sorry for myself until it was time to go tutor Amy.
"I'm guessing your mother's tennis match got washed out."
"Yeah, that's a bummer." A disappointed Amy lamented.
I was helping Amy prepare one last time for her Monday biology exam, and we had fallen into the habit of having a "post study fuck" every time I helped her (our "get togethers" )were hardly limited to just when I tutored her).
"You know...I probably should drive you home, since it is raining." She said in a suggestive tone.
"Yeah...you wouldn't want me to get soaked." I replied with a smirk.
"So, when are you meeting your friends to go to the concert tonight?" I asked.
"Not 'til later, I told Stacey I would call her once I was done studying...after I
drop you off." She said in a lascivious tone. Pausing for a second she continued.
"You know you could come to the show with us, I'm sure we could get a ticket
from a scalper."
From her tone I couldn't tell if she was serious. Giving her the "hairy eyeball" I asked;
"Who are you guys going to see?"
"Color Me Badd." She squealed with delight.
"Uh....No." I replied coldly.
Amy giggled and then said;
"Billy, you're a music snob."
"Yes, yes I am." I said proudly.
We went back to reviewing, I had given Amy a test from our department (she went to a different college, than where I was a TA) and she seemed to be doing very well. We were close to finishing up when we heard the garage door open and a minute later her mother walked in. Debbie looked very good. Her black hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she was wearing a rather short and tight white tennis dress that showed off her firm legs, trim figure and large breasts nicely.
"How was tennis Mom?" Amy asked looking up from her practice exam.
"We got in two sets before the skies opened up, Eve took the first and I killed her
in the second." She replied pouring herself a glass of water.
"Well, I'll let you two finish up, uh Amy you aren't going to make Billy walk
home in the rain are you?"
"No mom, I'll give him a ride." Amy responded in a rather mischievous tone. The innuendo was not lost on her mother, but Debbie took the high road and smiled before leaving the kitchen.
A few minutes later we were finishing, going over the practice exam (Amy had aced it) when her mother announced from upstairs;
"Honey, Stacey just pulled up."
An obviously irritated Amy looked at me and rolled her eyes, before rising to go to the door. I heard Stacey, who I hadn't met, come in followed by a rather heated exchange of whispers. The only part of the conversation that I could make out was a whiney voice telling Amy;
"We can drop him off on the way back to my house, everyone is meeting there in
thirty minutes."
In a hushed and angry tone I heard Amy reply;
"Why didn't you call?"
"Because I knew you were studying and I didn't want to interrupt you." Stacey
said tersely.
"I thought we were meeting at four." Amy angrily replied.
"Plans change Amy."
I realized that Amy and I were not going to get to enjoy our ride to my apartment and waited for her to come back to the kitchen.
A moment later and obviously pissed off Amy entered the kitchen followed by a slightly taller blonde who had obviously already started on the freshmen fifteen. Amy reluctantly introduced me to Stacey, who batted her eyelashes at me in response while Amy angrily glared at her.
"Stacey, lets go upstairs." Amy impatiently announced.
"You go ahead I'll wait down here for you." Stacey replied dismissively.
I could see the anger rising in Amy, gritting her teeth she growled;
"You are going to go upstairs and help me get my bag together."
"Whatever...you're such a bitch sometimes." The other replied rolling her eyes.
The two of them left the room and stopped at the bottom of the stairs bickering in hushed tones. I was about to just leave and walk home in the rain when I heard Amy yell;
"Mom can you give Billy a ride home?"
"Sure, sweetheart as long as he doesn't mind waiting a few minutes, I'm on the phone." Debbie replied.