Sarah's Private Dick Ch. 06

"Hi Derrick," she said, suddenly feeling shy. What if he didn't want to talk to her after last night?

"Hi, how are you?"

Well he sounded pleased to hear from her at least.

"Um, I'm good!" Ugh, there really was no classy way to phrase what she was about to say. She really should have thought this through before calling him. "I um, I just wanted you to know that I just came from the doctor and um... what I mean to say is..." Patricia's shoulders were shaking as she held in her laughter and Sarah could feel her face getting hotter and hotter. "We're good." What I mean to say is, we're good."

"Better than good from what I remember," he said smoothly, his voice rippling over her skin like silk. She shivered a little, a high pitched giggle escaping her. Oh good grief, she sounded like an idiot schoolgirl, not a grown woman. Even Patricia was giving her a look, the obviously hilarity on her face not helping Sarah's anxiety at all. Like she needed someone else's opinion to know that she sounded stupid.

"I meant... I mean..."

Derrick laughed. "It's okay, I think I know what you mean. How do you know already though? I always thought it took longer than that."

"Oh well, apparently Martin was tested regularly," she said, still blushing. Was it okay to bring up the only man you'd had sex with prior to the man you just recently had sex with? If it wasn't, Derrick didn't seem to mind.

"Good. Thanks for letting me know. Can I take you to dinner tonight?"

"What? Oh... um... Derrick, I'm kind of sore..."

More laughter from the phone, and since they were at a red light this time Patricia didn't bother to contain her own amusement. She laid her head down on the steering wheel and laughed her ass off while Sarah debated pounding her head on the dashboard. It would probably just make Patricia laugh even harder.

"Just dinner, Sarah. I have some official stuff to talk to you about, and I'd like to see you again, if that's alright with you."

"That's very alright with me," she said. He wanted to see her? Like a date? "Um, is 7 o'clock okay?"

"Sure, where would you like to go?"

"Oh gosh, I don't know. I rarely go anywhere but Polenta."

"I'll chose a place then. I'll pick you up at 7."

"Okay, See you then. Oh, and thanks for the muffins," she blurted out, wanting to make sure that he knew she'd gotten them and appreciated them. "I've never had homemade blueberry muffins that weren't from a box before."

"Really?" He sounded pleased. "You're welcome. I'll see you tonight, Sarah. Bye."

She loved the way he said her name. "Bye."

As soon as she clicked off the phone Patricia started cheering. "Sarah's got a date! Sarah's got a date!"

Normally Sarah would have felt like strangling her friend, but she was too excited, so she just joined in the chanting.

*******

The rest of the afternoon ended up getting hectic. Vincent had moved incredible fast on getting the papers together to sell his share; the lawyer called and told her the price, so then she and Patricia had to talk to Lloyd about whether or not he wanted to buy in. Patricia and Lloyd decided to buy half of Vincent's share, but that still meant that Sarah had to find the money for the other half. To her dismay there was less in the savings account than she'd always thought, she'd be able to cover the cost but it was going to deplete the account.

It also meant that she needed to be more frugal with her spending. So instead of going out and getting a new dress for dinner with Derrick, the way that she wanted to, she ended up borrowing a dress from Patricia. It was simple but pretty, the dark purple color emphasizing the red in her hair and making her hazel eyes seem more prominent. She didn't get home till 6:30, at which point she was rushing to get her make-up on. Since she didn't have much time to do anything fancy with her hair she just brushed it out so that it hung long and loose in waves down her back and put hair clips on either side of her head to keep it out of her face.

Even though she knew she wasn't going to be having sex tonight, Sarah couldn't help the moistness of her pussy. You'd think that one night would satisfy her, but apparently not.

When the doorbell rang, at exactly 7 pm, Sarah had just finished putting a coat of mascara on her eyelashes. Taking a deep breath, she looked herself over. Not bad for an almost forty-year old. Before she could lose her nerve, she went to answer the door.