Chapter 62
Giannelli's

Helen's scream of joy brought both Denise and Eddie bolt upright in bed. They shared a look and dashed down the hall. Through the open door, they beheld Big Al, steadily pushing Helen toward her second climax of the morning, eight inches at a time. The distracted look of joy and lust on Helen's face spoke volumes; one look told them that she was in no danger of anything but sensory overload. They withdrew, snickering.

"Momma's a screamer, huh?" Eddie observed, grinning.

"Not usually. Old Man McCormick must have a helluva cock!" Denise replied.

"Hold it! That's Bobby McCormick's dad?" Eddie was nonplussed.

"Yeah. He came to pick Bobby up when his car croaked Friday night, and it was lust at first sight. Gawd! There's a distinct possibility that I'll end up with Bigmouth Bobby McCormick as a stepbrother!" Denise started out grinning, and ended up appalled.

They reached the bedroom, and plopped on the bed. Eddie sat for a moment, considering, and announced, "I won't be able to go back to sleep. Think we can wangle a breakfast? Maybe some coffee?"

"Sure." Denise was a bit stung until he reached across and gathered her in for a big kiss.

Eddie released her and reached for his pants. "I've still got to survive this date without sampling your abundant charms!" he announced, grinning. "Don't worry, next time I won't leave without putting lip prints on your titties - I promise!"

"Wait'll you see what I put lip prints on!" Denise declared under her breath while collecting an outfit from her dresser.

The couple settled into a nice breakfast, the smell of which teased the older generation downstairs about 9:30. A deeply apologetic Tim came to collect Eddie at 10:30, and they went off to suffer the wrath of the elder Vincents. As they waved goodbye from the porch, Helen asked Denise, "So, how was your date, Dear?"

Denise looked thoughtful. "Well, Momma, it was less that it could have been - and a whole lot more than I expected!"

"Oh?"

"Uh huh. Eddie played by the rules - long after things changed to the point that he no longer had to. And he made me wish he hadn't."

"Really? He sounds talented."

"He is. We cuddled and necked on the couch until we both fell asleep - and I don't think he did as much as brush a nipple! I kept waiting for him to attack my body - and instead he attacked me here," Denise pointed to her head, "and here!" she pointed to her heart.

"Got to you, did he?" Helen chuckled.

"I guess! I was busy watching the back door, waiting for him to grow tentacles, and he came right in the front. He was all soft kisses and softer hands, and he made me feel incredible! This morning, we woke up all broken and distorted on the couch, so I took him upstairs to bed. I told him in no uncertain terms that the test was over and he'd passed, and he could shake the handcuffs, and he told me that he didn't want me to remember that we COULD have stuck to the game plan, but that we DID - and he wouldn't touch me!" Denise stared off into space for a moment, and announced, "Frankly, I'm blown away!"

"I hate to bring up this possibility, Dear, but could it be he doesn't want you?" Helen asked gently.

Denise considered, briefly. "No, Momma - I don't think so. He warned me that next time, the kid gloves come off. If I'm reading him right, this was the 'PG' date. Next date will be 'R', and he'll wait for number three before we have sex. That's kind of conventional, isn't it?"

Helen nodded. "Very. What are your plans?"

Denise smiled. "If he continues as he is, I'm gonna try to hold out until date number three, then I'm gonna turn him every which way but loose!"

Helen nodded sagely. "Sounds like a plan." She turned and went inside. HER man was reclining on the couch, impatiently awaiting her return!