Scott had indeed told his mother that he'd be home for Mother's Day weekend, but he was deliberately vague about when to expect him. Tiffany told her parents that she had a date on Friday night. She worried that they'd say she should wait till Scott came home before she left, but neither of them thought it was necessary. This was fortunate, since her date was with Scott. They met at the same club they'd visited on his previous trip home. Scott was wearing a ripped black shirt and black jeans. Tiffany wore the same top she'd worn on their last visit, but with a slightly longer skirt.
Once Scott and Tiffany were in, they got a table and ordered appetizers and drinks. Tiffany went to the dance floor while Scott waited for their order. She danced to two songs before Scott motioned to her to come eat. When she sat down, he told her, "I've seen at least three guys checking your ass out."
"What about the girls?" Tiffany asked.
"I saw one or two who looked like they were hating on you."
"I mean, were they hot?"
"I didn't notice," Scott answered. "If I wanted to see a bunch of hot chicks, I'd stay on campus and go to one of the clubs in town."
"Then why are you here?"
"To see one hot chick," he replied.
Tiffany leaned across the table and kissed him. They went to the dance floor together and did some suggestive moves. At one point, Scott pulled Tiffany close to him and whispered, "I wanna do more than kiss you right now."
"Is there any place more private in here?" she asked.
"They don't have a champagne room or anything like that," Scott answered, "but there are some dark hallways."
Tiffany pulled Scott off the main floor and found a corridor just past the restrooms. She pinned him against the wall long enough to tell him, "One hot chick wants to see you, too."
Scott put his hands under her buttocks and lifted. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to move to her left. Scott accommodated her, turning until she was the one pinned. He thrust his hips toward her and whispered, "Oh, Tiff."
"Don't call me that," she said.
"Sorry," he answered. He kissed her again.
Tiffany's heels were right below his buttocks. She ran them down the length of his thighs. She looked around and told him, "No one's here. Call me 'Little Sister.'"
Scott moved his hands under her skirt. All he felt was her skin. She writhed at his touch, but he wasn't trying to please her. He felt around, wondering if he'd missed a razor-thin thong. He hadn't. "You naughty little sister, you forgot your panties!"
Tiffany felt his hardness and tightened her legs to keep it close to her. "I didn't 'forget' anything," she assured him. They put their arms around each other, and she asked, "So you think I'm a hot chick?"
"The hottest," Scott answered.
A different part of her brain took over. "I love you, too," she told him. She let her legs fall off him. He pulled his hands back, keeping her against the wall so that he could ease her down.
They walked back to the dance floor hand in hand. A slow song was coming on. They put their arms around each other and looked into each other's eyes, neither one doing anything that would be out of place at a wedding reception. The next song was the exact one that Tiffany had been practicing on the first time they fucked. Scott stepped back and let her do her thing, nervously wondering if everyone else was going to see what he had just felt. She went slowly at first, and she bent over far enough that everyone within five feet behind her could see her ass, causing bulges in many guys' pants.
Scott thought he saw her labia, but that was only the power of suggestion and his memory. "Shake what your mama gave you!" he shouted, and she shook her ass faster than the newcomers thought possible.
At that point the guest rapper on the record said, "She moves it like she's makin' a baby!" The man standing next to Scott said it at the exact moment as the rapper. Scott had lost most of his earlier erection, but this prompted him to action. He moved up behind Tiffany and put his hands on her hips. She continued grinding her ass into his crotch. She couldn't move it up and down as before, but she hardly lost any speed going left and right. He moved his hands to her stomach, and she straightened up. He kissed her on the neck and then lightly bit her left earlobe.
"Oh, fuck!" Tiffany said. Scott could hear her. They both looked to see if anyone else did. If so, the other customers were used to it. She turned around, and he kept his arms around her. They both ground their hips together and started moving across the floor.
Scott told her, "There's an empty table about ten feet behind you." They worked their way back until she felt the edge of the table at her waist. He lifted her so high in the air that one or two people actually did see her pussy for a split second, and he brought her down on top of the table. He climbed on top of her and reached forward to find the other side of the table, pulling them both up. They thrust into each other for the remaining minute and a half of the song and then sat a table near the hallway they'd just been to.
When the next song started, Tiffany told him, "That was amazing, but I was scared for a moment."
"That they'd throw us out?" Scott asked.
"Or call the police!"
"It was over the top, wasn't it?" he admitted.
"Yeah," she said, exhaling slowly.
"What'd you tell Mom and Dad?" Scott asked.
"I'm on a date. I said his name is Allen."
"That's my middle name," Scott said nervously.
"How do you think I came up with it?" Tiffany replied. "Anyway, Mom said the same thing, and I acted like I'd forgotten."
"I like being your date," he said.
Tiffany took his hand and said, "I like it too."
"I'm never gonna hear that song the same way again," Scott told her. "Especially the line, 'like she's makin' a baby.'"
Tiffany told him, "Speaking of which, ..."
