Choose Your Own Adventure(p3){decisions were made}

Choose Your Own Adventure, part

Choose Your Own Adventure part 2 https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/arm1g7/choose_your_own_adventurep2dinner/

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I’ve been thinking about how to do this for a very long time, and this is the best I can come up with (for now!).

The story continues (below) and what ever comment gets the most upvotes, I will continue the story along that path, ie: choose your own adventure.

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“I should really bring your mom some dinner…” I say to her before the waitress walks off with the paid check.

“Awww…” her daughter says sincerely.

“That is awfully nice of you. What would you like to order?”

I order the same thing I know she asked for last time we ordered in, and the waitress promises to expedite, and walks directly into the kitchen.

“Really, thanks for being so nice to mom.”

“Well, what about you. Where are you going now?” Of course she is going home. She’s not one to go out at night, or ever really. Her focus for the past 20 some-odd years has been her kids, who she has reminded me are not at home tonight.

“You could, you know…come over after, if you want”, she asks, still unsure what the protocol is.

“Of course. Let me just get this to your mom first, OK? Can I bring you anything?” I ask as if going over for a party.

“Just you.”

We very anxiously wait for our take out, both silently planning out what we want to do, imagine we will actually do, and wonder how accurate either one of those thoughts are truly what will transpire.

Thankfully, the waitress did indeed speed up the order as she returns quicker than our own food had arrived. I suspect she may have absconded with someone elses dinner who was eating in and could deal with waiting a few more minutes than us.

“Ok…I guess I’ll see you in about 20 ?”

I grab the dinner and head home at a speed somewhere between racing (to get to my next destination) and slowly (trying to predict and formulate what might happen again with my mother in law).

Eventually (in truth in under the 7 minutes it took to get to the restaurant) I make it home, but leave the car running in the driveway as an excuse to not stay long.

I head straight towards her door (we have separate entrances, though the interiors are connected on both floors), knock but let myself in as I usually do.

She meets me half way from where she was to the door, not remembering if the door was unlocked.

She has changed into her “night clothes”: not yet pj’s but far more comfortable than the outfit she was wearing when I left.

“I”m sorry I left so quickly, but I had to check on Cheryl” (a friend who had broken her leg, and a lie) ” but I brought you some dinner?” I say as a question, wondering if she will accept this peace offering.

She smiles her cute little smile, knowing I was thinking of her.

“Of course, thank you. I haven’t eaten yet”, she also lies. Over her shoulder I can see a half eaten dinner sitting on the counter.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I got your usual.” The fact that I know what her usual is makes her smile grow a bit larger.

“Here, I have something for you, too. The bank called” (at night?) “so the check is all set”, as she turns to the shelf and swaps her meal for a check, and turns back to me disappointed.

Disappointed myself, I refuse.

“Keep it, for now. We can talk about it when I get back.” I motion out the window to my running car.

“Really, please keep it. I’m sorry I left so quickly earlier. I…” don’t know what else to say. I don’t want to end this …this whatever this is, but I can’t get my head around this quite yet.

We stand together for a minute, awkwardly but enjoying each other.

“Where are you running off to again?” A question I hadn’t prepared for on my way home.

“Uh…I left something at the gym I need to get before tomorrow.”

“Oh. You should probably go then.”

“Yeah. Probably.” I wont lie, I don’t know what to do. This moment between us means something. We can both feel it. It’s quiet. The soft hum of my car engine makes it into the room. The TV noise filling the silence. Just now do I realize we are still holding hands, the check between our palms.

She finally releases me and turns away towards the counter, breaking the mood.

“OK then, I’ll be back. Enjoy your dinner.”

She says nothing as I turn away and head back into the dark. Each step more difficult than the last.

But I make it to my car and as I slide into reverse, look up and see her watching me pull away from her window.

Out of habit, I pull out of the driveway and head….where was I heading again? Right….sister in laws.

I take nearly the same route as before, but turn right at the light, not left, down past the highschool and to her house just 5 minutes later than the 20 I promised.

I park, walk towards her first floor condo, then knock but let myself in as we often do at each others houses.

“Hello?” I say so she knows it’s me. “HELLO?!” I repeat as I don’t at first get an answer.

I lean against the door closing it shut, then lock it behind my back.

In front of me is a hallway to the living room, the open kitchen to my immediate left, and to my right, stairs going up.

“HI! I’m upstairs”, where only bedrooms are…but she continues…”I’ll be right down”, meaning for me to remain where I was. “Get a drink if you want”, which I do.

Again, no games with her. She is not toying with me or making me wait on purpose. I assume (rightly) she is changing out of work clothes, but can’t imagine what she will come down dressed in, though I do allow my imagination to wonder.

Not long after, I hear her coming down the stairs. Sadly I cannot see her from the waist down since her stairs have a half wall. In my mind she came sweeping down the stairs in slow motion so she would present herself feet first, then legs, then expose more and more of herself on her descent. That is not what happened.

When she finally hit the bottom platform I could see that she, too, changed into night attire: not lingerie, but not quite pj’s either. Basically pants and a pull over top, but both made of the same silky smooth dark purple material, and to my delight, no socks.

Her newly pedicured toes no longer red (they probably haven’t been red in quite some time), but purple. Dark purple with a hint of glitter, that matched her outfit.

On her way into the kitchen for a drink of her own, she marshalled the dog, putting up a cage blocking all of us in.

“You look…you look really nice”, I said sincerely. Without anything happening between us in the past I would have told her this. I’m not sure if she put on more makeup or changed her hair since I saw here not 30 minutes ago, but she looked really very nice. Maybe just more relaxed for being on her home turf, but what ever it was it was working on me.

“Thanks. Come, sit down with me.”

She walks out of the kitchen, swinging the gate away for me to follow, but then promptly leaves the dog behind who stares at us.

Her living room is small, there is a TV in the far corner to the left as we enter. A desk to the right and two seating options: a tall high back chair to the left, and a long couch, both facing the TV.

She leads the way, and heads straight for the chair and I pause. Time seems to stand still. I imagine in my mind my two options, and play out each one at lightning speed in my head: sit on the couch, alone, away from her, or, sit on the floor in front of the chair, just at her feet.

Luckily a reprieve: “OH, shoot. I left my drink in the kitchen”, she is sincere in her forgetfulness, “grab it for me?”

“Of course”…and thank the stars I have more time to decide.

Putting my own drink down in a neutral spot, I turn back to the kitchen and grab her drink off the table, all under the watchful eye of the dog, who looks at me inquisitively.

I imagine him wondering what I’m going to do, and reply under my breath: “dude, I have no idea!”

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