The Second Date extended preview

The Second Date.

             Jamie paced back and forth in her apartment. “She is coming over today. Today!”

             Riely sighed. “I know.”

             “How would you know!?”

             Riely set down her headset and turned around. “Because you have been counting down the days until Sandra would come over here. Sesh.” She turned her attention back to her game. “But I would be careful. Any dating place forbidding you from seeing the girl you like for an entire week strikes me as a bit odd.”

             Jamie shrugged. “I don’t see the problem.”

             “Sure. Just like how they turned you into blueberries if you couldn’t hit it off fast enough.”

             “Hey, that was just to spice things up. While weird and somewhat annoying, it was fun as well. I mean, the juicing process was—”

             Riely slammed her hand down. “I don’t want to fucking hear it. You told me in great detail the day you came home dripping in blueberry juice. Now, can I please focus? And when she gets here, try not to interrupt me. I am practicing so I can get a spot on an E-sports team; thank you very much. One of us is trying to make a professional living.”

             “Professional? You just play that—” Jamie turned her head as the doorbell rang. “Oh, that must be her.

             “Good. Now stop bothering me!”

             Jamie bounced toward the door. “Oh, I can’t wait. I can’t wait.” She thrust it open. “Hi, Sandra.”

             Sandra gasped. “Oh, hi. You are happy to see me.”

             Jamie nodded her head. “Ya. I hated that that stupid Juicy Dates place told us we had to wait this long to. . .” She raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

             Sandra laughed. “Well, speaking of the devil,” she held up some sodas. “They said we had to drink these on our date.”

             “What?”

             She shrugged. “Well, it’s not blueberry flavored. I already tasted mine. I don’t know this thing is weird.”

             Jamie took her bottle and examined it. “It’s nothing more than a bottle of water.”

             Sandra nodded her head. “I guess they want us to be hydrated?”

             Jamie laughed. “I guess, but considering what happened last time, we have to expect anything.” She unscrewed the cap on her bottle. “But I don’t want to ignore their rules and turn into a blueberry again, so down the hatch.” She chugged the bottle.

             “What, you don’t just want to take your time?”

             Once the bottle of water was finished, Jamie tossed the empty can to the side. “It’s forced upon us. I just want to get rid of it and drink something I want when we get to the restaurant. We are going to a nice place, right?”

             Sandra sipped at her water. “I mean, I thought we could stay inside.”

             Jamie sighed. “I had hoped to go someplace fancy.”

             “What? I can’t see your apartment?”

             Riely’s voice echoed from the other room. “Take that, you little bitch! You think you can stand up to me? Why don’t you cry home to your momma! I want to hear your sweet, salty tears!”

             Jamie blushed. “Maybe some other time?” She pushed Sandra out into the hallway. “Why don’t I see your home. It’s a comprise, hmm?”

             Sandra sighed. “I guess.” She turned around. “Come on, let’s go.”

             As they walked, Jamie’s eyes suddenly widened. Her nipples tensed up as a strange warmth spread throughout her body.  “What is going on? I hope it isn’t that fucking strange bottle of liquid she gave me.”  She smiled as Sandra turned her head.  “Resist the urge to rub your boobs, no matter how sensitive they get. Ohhh god, why are they getting so fucking sensitive!”

             Sandra suddenly stopped. “Hey, do you feel weird?”

             “Weird? No, why would I feel weird?” Jamie giggled. I feel perfectly normal.”

             Sandra turned her head, her cheeks bright red. “Oh, you do? Then it’s just me.” She rubbed her butt. “I umm. . .”

             “What?”

             “This is going to sound strange, but my ass feels so warm and tender right now.” She moaned. “I don’t know what is causing it either.”

             Jamie shrugged. “Maybe it’s those stupid drinks we were forced to have.” She chucked. “Ughhh.”

             Sandra narrowed her eyes. “Okay, something is bothering you. What is it?”

             Jamie sighed. “It’s my breasts. I. . . umm. . .” Jamie arched an eyebrow. “Why are you staring at me like that.”

             “Your boobs just swelled a bit.”

             Jamie looked down at her chest and gasped. “What the fucking hell! It’s a good thing I wore a loose-fitting shirt today.” She shook her head. “What am I talking about. I don’t want my babies to bounce and jiggle about.” She then looked at Sandra and gasped. “Holy crap, your butt.” She blushed. “It’s nice and curvy.”

             “Huh?” Sandra looked down. “Ugh. My jeans!” She squeezed her ass. “How am I going to get them off.”

             “I am sure I can help you later.” Jamie giggled.

             “That isn’t funny!” Sandra’s ass swelled a little more. “Ughh, great.”

             Jamie moaned as her boobs swelled a few more inches. “What is this happening?” She tried to cover her chest.

             “You know why! It’s that stupid dating place and their forced drinks.”

             Jamie snorted as she felt her boobs rub against her arms. “I feel like we should just go down there and give them a piece of our mind.”

             “And ruin tonight?” Sandra sighed. “Come on. Let’s just go to my place and enjoy our evening. Besides, the growth has stopped.” She turned around. “They didn’t seem to give it much juice, did they.”

             Jamie waved her hand about as she followed Sandra. “Oh, please don’t say juice. I don’t want to think about swelling into a blueberry again.” The two girls laughed.

             “That was a strange experience, wasn’t it?”

             “Ya, it was. Do you think any of the other pairs made it out of there as a couple, or did they just swell and swell and swell?”

             Sandra shrugged. “Who knows. It isn’t our problem. If they want to be big, gigantic blueberries, let them.” They both laughed as they reached the elevator.

             Sandra shrugged. “I don’t know. If this was from them, we would be swelling out of control.”

             “Don’t jinx it. I don’t want to have some crazy accident on the elevator. This old baby has had enough trouble over the years.” They laughed again. “Still, though, it’s a bit wild. You think they might be trying to influence our date?”

             Sandra crossed her arms. “If they are, I am going to walk down to that stupid speed dating place and punch the person in charge. I don’t care if my butt sways back and forth when I do.”

             “I mean, your ass is a tad cute, all big and all.”

             Sandra blushed. “What? I. . .” The elevator doors opened. “Look, can we just go back to my place already?” She hurried towards the door.

             “So, do you have a nice apartment?”

             “I actually have a small house on the edge of town.”

             Jamie laughed. “You make enough for a house? In this economy?”

             “I mean, I inherited it from my parents.” She shrugged as she walked to her car. “It is a bit of a piece of crap. I wish I could get something better.”

             Jamie sighed as she slid into the passenger seat. “I just wish I had a place of my own. 

You have no idea what living with a roommate is like.”

             Sandra giggled as she turned on the engine. “I could only imagine. You two must get up to a lot of trouble. Your roommate sounded fun.”

             Jamie snorted. “Riely isn’t the type of person I would call fun. Nor do I want to talk about her right now.”

             “Aww, why not?”

             “Because I said so.” Jamie crossed her arms and looked away. “Now drop it.”

             Sandra giggled as they pulled out onto the street. “Wow. What a touchy subject.” She sighed. “Well, what do you want to talk about?” She looked over. “Why are you moaning?”