"Sure," I said. "Is tomorrow night okay? I don't have anything planned. I don't really know what she might like to do. I thought I'd just ask her to come over and hang out."
"That's fine. You two can get to know each other and then if you need a ride somewhere, I'll be happy to take you. Let me know if you need me to go pick her up."
I took Neeka's number and went upstairs to the phone in the kitchen to get some privacy while I called her. I was pretty nervous since this was my first date with a girl. I hadn't even had that many dates with boys — certainly no 'real' ones — and I wasn't sure at all how to go about this. I called the number on the menu with a big lump in my throat. Fortunately, it was answered on the second ring.
"Hello, Morgan residence." A woman answered. I guessed it was her mother.
"Hi, this is Samantha. May I speak to Neeka?"
"Just a minute, please." I heard a hand go ever the phone and a muffled conversation on the other end. Then a new voice came on.
"Hi, Sam. This is Neeka. Thanks for calling so quick."
"I wanted to call as soon as you got in. Actually, I wanted to talk to you some more this afternoon, but I had to go. I'm sorry about that."
"Oh, don't worry about it. I know you were in a hurry."
"So, would you like to get together sometime?"
"Oh, yes! Whenever is good for you."
"How about tomorrow night? Are you busy then?"
"No. Tomorrow is great. Wow."
"I don't have anything special planned, I'm afraid. I just thought we could kind of hang out and get to know each other, you know?"
"That's great, really. When and where?"
"Well, would you like to come over to my house? We can come get you if you need a ride."
"No, I have a car. My parents bought it for me on my birthday. I have to pay for the insurance and stuff myself. That's why I work in the coffee shop in the afternoons."
"Great! We're on Ridgeway Court. Do you know where that is?"
"I should. We live there."
"WHAT? Which house?"
"110. Where are you?"
"115. The house at the end of the street. This is so wild. You're only three houses away!"
"The Reynolds house? I never knew Mrs. Reynolds had a daughter."
"Uh, she didn't. I'm not. Ah, oh heck! This is complicated."
"Oh, don't worry about it. You can explain it all to me tomorrow. What time?"
"Come on over about 6 in the afternoon. We'll eat here. OK?"
"Fantastic! What should I wear?"
I was about to say 'jeans' but I remembered what Bambi had told me about giving her something to think about. Instead, I said, "Do you have a short sundress?"
"Uh, yeah. I have a pale green one. I wear it over my suit when I go swimming. Is that OK?"
"Yes. And Neeka? Don't wear anything else. I want to be able to get you naked in a second."
"Oh, God! Uh, all right. Sure. Oh, wow!"
"Great! See you tomorrow, then?"
"Oh, yeah! Six. I can't wait."
"Oh, one more thing."
"Anything!"
"Don't you dare cum until I tell you to! I want you to save it for me, OK?"
"Oh my God! Oh, jeez. Oh, I mean... sure. Whatever you say."
"Good girl. See you tomorrow. Bye now!"
"Bye."
As I hung up the phone I felt like a nasty bitch for telling Neeka she could not cum until I told her too. At the same time I wondered if she would be able to keep her hands off her pussy for longer than ten minutes until 6pm Saturday. She sounded like she was about to cum right there on the phone. I knew if someone told me I could not cum for 24 hours, I would never make it. My pussy was already getting damp from thinking about what I was putting poor Neeka through. I planned to make it up to her, though. I was going to make her cum until she begged me to stop.
We were on the way to the restaurant to celebrate my new status when I asked Mrs. Reynolds, "Do you know the Morgans up the street at 110?"
"Well, yes. Carl and Fiona. Carl's a PR flack. That means he runs all over the country trying to pry his customers' feet out of their mouths when they say something they shouldn't." She glanced into the back seat where Jim and Bud were riding. I got the impression she had something to tell me that she would rather they were not privy to.
"Fiona and I used to be close friends until a couple of years ago We would get together for lunch and spend a couple of hours together before her daughter got home from school. What was the daughter's name, now..."
"Monique. She goes by Neeka," I said. I watched for Bambi's reaction when she realized that I was seducing the daughter of one of her own lovers.
"That's right. How... Oh my goodness! Don't tell me that was Monique at the coffee shop?"
"Small world, hunh?"
"Damn near microscopic at times."
"Are you and Fiona still on good terms?"
"Oh yes. We had a lot of fun for a few months. Eventually we lost the spark and moved on to other things. I haven't spoken to her in months, but that's something I need to fix. She's on the shy side, but she can be, ah, enthusiastic under the right circumstances."
"Neeka seems to be just like her mother. I took your advice, by the way. I gave her something to think about and something to do — or not do."
"Good for you. I wonder..." She trailed off and looked thoughtful. I had a good idea what she was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. Bambi and I were so alike it was almost scary. I could see that someday we might be able to have entire conversations just looking into each other's eyes.
"I know what you're thinking." I said, giggling.
"I bet you do. Let's wait and see what happens before we plan anything."
"You think..."
"I do. We'll just have to wait and see if I'm right."