About a week after Megan's graduation party, I got a text from Anza. She asked if we could meet and go over the legal documents for her new venture. I told her I'd love to and to let me know when she was available. She mentioned Friday nights were good for her, we could meet at her restaurant, she'd have one of the chefs make us dinner, and we could go over it while we ate.

I texted back that it sounded like a good idea, so we set a date, and Anza asked me not to tell Megan. I didn't ask why, but I said I wouldn't. I later discovered that Megan would be babysitting Simone that night. I didn't mention that I might be part of the reason she was. Maybe Anza had other business plans that night, I had no idea, and didn't want to assume.

After we finished texting, I sat back and recalled that Anza and I hadn't been running together for a while. I missed that. She's a great conversationalist and a delight to look at. Even though I was with Michelle, all I could do was fantasize about that sexy Argentinian Chef. I figured Megan did too; she was such a little horn dog. I doubted she'd done any serious flirting with Anza since she was in love with Mika. But, she did love me calling her cariño when she joined me in bed after Michelle and I broke up.

I didn't tell Megan I was even going out that Friday night after she mentioned she would be watching Simone again. It felt kinda sneaky, which was actually a good feeling. I hadn't done anything sneaky since hooking up with Caroline. It wasn't going to become a habit, but I was a free woman now, and I could do things like that, not that it would happen often.

My days at work were fairly routine. Some of my co-workers noticed a change in my attitude. When they asked, I just told them I had a new outlook on life. They approved and were glad to see I was happy. I did get asked out by a couple of the new guys, which was flattering since they were in their early twenties. I thanked them and told them I'd just gotten over a long-term relationship and wasn't dating for a while. They looked disappointed, which was flattering also, but were okay with my polite rejection.

The Friday night that Megan and I each had 'dates', I waited until she left, then showered, dressed in a nice leather skirt, no hose, heels, and a short-sleeved beige blouse. Not very sexy, but with one extra button undone on my blouse, I felt sexy. I had no idea about Anza's intentions other than business, but I wanted to look nice since it was one of the better restaurants in town.

I arrived about fifteen minutes early and told the hostess that Chef Avila was expecting me. She smiled, then said, "Oh, you must be Ms. Montgomery. Chef Avila is busy in the kitchen at the moment, but I'll make sure she knows you're here. She signaled to a busboy, who nodded, then hurried off to the kitchen, and Esperanza, I guess. Valentina, the hostess, then escorted me up a flight of stairs to a private area that was actually a small kitchen, complete with a dining table that was already set for two. Valentina asked me to sit while she made sure Chef Avila knew I had arrived. She asked if I'd like something to drink, and I replied that water was fine for now and thanked her. Valentina smiled, replying she'd bring it right away, then left me alone with my thoughts.

It wasn't long before Valentina returned with my glass of water. I may have been imagining, but I could have sworn another button in her white blouse was undone. I quickly smiled and admonished myself for starting to think like Megan, my sweet little vixen. When Anza entered the room, she was dressed just like a TV chef in a white chef coat. However, below that she wore a black leather skirt, cut just above her knees, and open-toed stilettos. Her long, taut legs shimmered as she walked towards me. I rose and we hugged, then noticed an adorable waitress standing in the doorway. We greeted each other as we held hands, then Anza invited me to sit.

As I sat, my lovely hostess unbuttoned her chef coat as I looked up at her. Anza grinned as her eyes met mine. I don't know if she slowed down or I imagined it, but as she took the coat off, I glanced at her breasts, which were definitely on display with the top she wore.

My heart skipped a beat as my tongue slowly licked my lips, imagining her full breasts being sucked by my mouth. My fantasy was all in milliseconds, but would remain in my memory until I got home and could rewind it over and over as my fingers diddled between my legs.

When Anza sat, our waitress stepped forward to greet us. Anza asked me if I wanted to get the business part of our dinner out of the way so we could relax and enjoy our meal. I smiled and said that would be perfect, because I hate ruining an excellent meal by talking business. Our waitress, Paloma, giggled as she waited for instructions from her boss.

Anza smiled, then said, “I know you enjoy Latin cuisine, so would you mind if I made all the choices for our dinner tonight, Silvia?”

I had to laugh and excused myself when I finished. I told her, "You're a famous chef, Anza. I'd be a fool not to have you order for me. I have no doubt that anything you have here would be above and beyond my expectations. So, please feel free to delight my palate."

Anza's eyes lit up as she told Paloma in Spanish to bring our wine first and then the meal she had planned. I smiled and told my lovely hostess I understood most of what she said. Anza grinned and replied, "I thought you would. I recall you telling me you were studying Español and practicing with Megan. She's very good. When she watches Simone, all we speak is Español.”

I smiled as I replied, “I'm not as fluent as Megan, but I try. So, you have a contract for me to look over?”

Anza replied, "Yes, I do. Let me get it, and you can look over it. I do have a contract lawyer, but I thought a friend looking at it who knows legal things would be a benefit, Si?"

I replied, “I'm only a paralegal, but for you, I'll look it over and tell you what I think. I'm sure your lawyers have everything covered.”

After I said that, Anza got up and walked over to the counter that sectioned off the little dining area from the kitchen and scooped up a folder, then brought it to me. My focus was on those long, delicious legs in that short skirt as she walked over to retrieve the document. I made sure I wasn't staring as she picked it up and turned to bring it back to me.

Anza handed it to me and sat down as I opened it. I started reading as my hostess patiently waited for me to finish and give her my opinion. As I read, Paloma returned with a bottle of Malbec. She poured a bit for Anza to test as I continued reading. When Anza approved, our sweet waitress poured a glass for each of us and left the bottle.

Anza smiled as she watched me flip pages. I paused and took a sip of my wine and commented, "Oh, that is delicious, Anza. What is it?"

Anza smiled, “It's a twenty-twenty Malbec from Argentina, I thought it would go well with our Ojo De Bife or Ribeye steak in Inglesa mi Hermosa amiga.”

I grinned, “Gracias, mi encantadora anfitriona. I haven't had a ribeye in ages, Anza. I'm sure it will be divine.”

The way we were flirting made me squirm in my seat as I continued reading. When I finished, I placed the papers back into the folder and handed them to Anza. She thanked me, then returned them to the counter as I sipped and watched her walk. Her strides were poetry in motion, and I couldn't get enough of them.

When Anza sat back down, I said, “So, you're investing in a food truck. That sounds promising. I just wonder about the person you're entrusting this venture to. I assume you aren't operating it yourself.”

Anza grinned, "Thank you, Silvia. The people who will be running the truck are two of my best employees. It's a chance for them to broaden their horizons, you may say. I have a lot of confidence in them. Plus, as you probably read, they are putting some of their own money into it. So, I have complete trust in them."

I smiled and replied, “Well, shall we toast?”

Anza replied, “I'd love to, mi amiga.”

We raised our glasses as Anza offered a toast to a successful venture. Our glasses clinked, and we sipped, our eyes locked as we did. With the business part over, Anza and I talked about our girls, how we both missed our running time on Saturday mornings, and how busy our lives were. We were briefly interrupted by Paloma and a helper as they served our appetizer, Humita en Chala, which was delicious.

Soon our main dish followed, which smelled and looked as good as it tasted. Anza and I continued our chatting, giggling, and sipping our wine as we ate. About mid-meal, Anza put her silverware down to reach over and placed her hand on mine. She had a concerned look on her face when she asked, "Silvia, Megan told me that Michelle and you are no more, and that she moved away. I hope you are doing well."

I smiled back at her, enjoying her concern and the touch of her hand on mine. I replied, "I'm doing well, thank you, Anza. It was a little difficult for a while, but I think it was for the best. I have roots here, and moving across the country just didn't sit well with me. I do miss her, but I'm fine. In fact, I've planned a little getaway for Megan and me up at Lake Sierra at the end of August, just before my darling starts school. We haven't had a getaway since we visited Costa Rica. We used to go camping and travel more, and I think it will be fun. Maybe you and Simone could join us, if your schedules permit."

Anza grinned, “I'm glad you're doing well, mi amiga. I'd have to check my calendar and ask Simone. But didn't you plan this for just the two of you?”

I smiled, "I did, but the cabin we're renting is large and there's plenty of room. We're going to hike and enjoy nature. Megan can relax and do some birding while we both unwind. I just thought it would be nice to share that. I understand if you don't want to go or are too busy, but you're both welcome."

Anza thought about it momentarily, then said, "I'll talk to Simone. It does sound lovely, and I could use a break. It's a surprise for Megan, si? I'll make sure Simone is sworn to secrecy."

I grinned, "Thank you, Anza. It's just three days, two nights. Leaving on a Tuesday and returning on Thursday. I'll text you the details so you can check your calendar."

Anza smiled and thanked me once again as we continued our dinner and lighter conversation. I wasn't going to let Megan know I'd made plans until the end of July. My thirty-seventh birthday fell on that Wednesday. Despite all the changes I'd been through, I still dreaded birthday celebrations. Getting out of town, I could avoid the reminders at work that I was getting older. Silly, I know, but it's just one of my many quirks.

When we'd finished our meal and the bottle of wine, Paloma and her cute assistant cleared the table. Anza asked if I would like something for dessert. My mind went into overdrive thinking of all the sweet things I'd seen while visiting Anza's restaurant when Paloma placed the dessert menu before me. I smiled and thanked her as I began to look it over.

I mentally admonished myself once more for thinking about other delights as I went over the offerings. I told Anza everything looked delicious and then asked her to suggest something. She grinned and told Paloma in Spanish we'd have the Dulce de leche and coffee. As Paloma nodded and left the room, Anza described what we were going to have. I told her it sounded delicious and thanked her.

When Paloma returned, she set the little plates of cookies before us as a different helper poured the coffee. I thanked them both, then Anza and I toasted with our dessert, spilling some crumbs on the table as we did. We both grinned, then each took a bite. My eyes lit up as I tasted the sweet milk of the confection. It was delicious as I chewed and swallowed, thinking I'd have to do a few extra sets in the gym on Monday to work off the calories I was consuming. But it tasted so good, I didn't mind doing the work.

With dinner and dessert over, Anza and I settled back and chatted a bit more. I invited her over for dinner, just the two of us or with the girls. Anza was delighted and said she'd let me know, probably another Friday night, since Simone was busy with her Summer camps. I smiled and told her that was fine, as Paloma cleared the table. I hadn't noticed the time, but when I stifled a yawn, I knew it was late.

Valentina entered as Paloma left and excused herself for interrupting, but she needed to talk to the Chef for a moment. I replied that it was fine, I knew they had a business to run, and I'd taken up enough of Anza's time. Anza asked Valentina if it was life-threatening, and she blushed and said it wasn't. Then Anza politely suggested she wait downstairs while we said our goodbyes, and Anza walked me out. Valentina replied with a 'Yes, chef', which I found slightly amusing because I'd heard it so many times on cooking shows.

Valentina left us and headed back to her station as Anza and I rose to leave. Before we left the room, Anza and I embraced, a warm, delicious hug, which felt more than just a friendly one. She took my hand as we walked out the door and back downstairs to the entry. We hugged again, this time more as friends do. I thanked her for dinner, and she thanked me for looking over the contract. I thanked Valentina before turning to leave, which made her smile.

After leaving the restaurant, I turned my phone back on and saw that it was close to eleven. The time just slipped by as if it were mere minutes.

When I arrived home, I undressed, but I wasn't tired. I think the coffee that late woke me up, or it could have been my heart racing thinking of Anza and her adorable staff that I'd met. Maybe it was something about being among gorgeous Latinas that made my heart beat so rapidly. Recalling that my first two female lovers were both Latinas held a special place in my heart and in my mind. There was just something about them that aroused me. So, before actually trying to sleep, I withdrew 'Kimmie' from my drawer and lubed her up.

With the bedsheets at my feet, and my girlfriend all lubed up, I began picturing Anza, Valentina, and Paloma in various stages of undress. Of course, they were in multiple positions for me too, looking as delicious in my mind as they did in real life, well, maybe more so in my imagination. Of course, the three of them were focusing on me. Paloma and Valentina suckling my breasts while Anza was between my legs, feasting. They were all speaking Spanish as I slid Kimmie back and forth in me with my free hand, playing with my breasts.

It didn't take long before I'd worked myself into a lovely orgasm. My three imaginary Latina beauties had done their pleasurable task, and I felt much better for it. I left Kimmie on the other side of the bed, not worrying about taking her to the bathroom sink. My heart was still racing as I slowly caught my breath, thinking more about the things Anza and I discussed.

The wine and maybe some subtle signals from Anza led me to invite her and Simone to my secret escape with Megan. I knew Megan wouldn't object to them being there. It would be a totally innocent get-together; I wouldn't do anything to cause drama with the girls there. If Anza and I were ever to be intimate, it would be on her terms, not mine. I was content to be her friend, although a lover would be more exciting.

With those thoughts rolling through my mind, I did manage to fall asleep, but it wasn't until one in the morning. I slept in and felt great Saturday, and after taking a shower, I went out for a six-mile run. I picked a route that would take me by the school where Megan and the girls worked out. When I ran past, I spotted Megan's car along with Ivy and Isabel's. I wondered if Mika was late or a no-show. I didn't think about it too much as I continued on and back home to shower again and get on with my day. But it did stick in my mind for some odd reason.

Midweek, I received a text from Anza asking if we could have dinner the Friday after next. She needed to be at the restaurant afterwards, so Simone wouldn't be joining her. She also said she was going to ask Megan to watch her if that was all right with me. I texted back that it was fine, then asked if I should tell Megan she was sitting that night. Anza said she'd take care of it and thanked me again for the invitation. We said our goodbyes with heart emojis, and that was that.

The time between that and the Friday dinner date went by slowly. I realized I was going to be cooking for a real chef and was starting to freak out about what to make. I spent extra time on the treadmills and ellipticals at the gym, watching cooking shows to get some ideas.

I didn't want to make something I was completely clueless about, but then I wanted something that might make an impression. It couldn't be anything related to her work, so that narrowed down my choices somewhat. It also had to be healthy. I was still feeling guilty about the dessert we had, which was silly.

I finally decided to go with a chicken and goat cheese with sun-dried tomatoes, which would only take twenty minutes or so to make. I found a nice wine to pair with it, a Sauvignon Blanc, and then for dessert a lemon cheesecake, which I'd buy after Megan left to babysit. There was a little bakery nearby that I could reserve it and then once she left, swing by and pick it up before Anza arrived. As I figured this all out, I had to laugh at all the fuss I was making over a simple 'friend' dinner. It seemed like Anza and I were sneaking around behind our daughters' backs, not wanting them to know we liked each other's company.

Maybe it was more than just two friends getting together. I kept going back and forth over that as Friday grew closer.

During all of this, Megan was getting together with her teammates and having unofficial practices. She'd come home and tell me all about the girls she met and how nice they were. She was a little unsure of herself at first, but as they all got to know each other, Megan's anxiety vanished, and she was really enjoying their workouts. She said it was better than with Mika and the girls because they were bonding as teammates. She wanted me to come watch them, but I had to work since her practices were always during the week.

I did decide that one of those days, I'd take some time out and stop by to watch them. I just didn't know when at the moment. The Friday before my date with Anza, Caroline texted me and wanted to get together for lunch. I asked how she and Jen were doing, and she replied that they were fine and thanked me for asking. I suggested we meet at the same little bistro on Wednesday since I was working and couldn't be gone too long. She sent a winking emoji and mentioned Beth. To which I sent back a blushing one. I also said I had no idea if she was working that day, which got a uh-huh from Caroline and laughing emojis.

I sent another blushing one, and she replied that she wished she could actually see me blushing. I replied that it would be nice, but she'd have to wait for our lunch. We said goodbye, and then I marked it on my calendar.

The weekend was normal, doing housework, shopping, and a little running. I was looking forward to seeing Caroline again and, of course, my dinner date with Anza. Megan was still fretting over not seeing Mika, which I thought was very strange on Mika's part. But Megan was pretty mature, and I didn't want to butt in or suggest things to make her worry more. I had a feeling her absence had something to do with her parents not condoning the girl's relationship. But that was pure speculation on my part.

My Wednesday lunch with Caroline was very nice. Beth wasn't working that day, so Caroline didn't embarrass me with any flirtatious comments about her. We talked about her and Jen; things were still a little strained because of Michelle's departure. Jen kept in contact with her, and she was doing well, having found a new girlfriend.

We both thought that was really quick, but we also knew Michelle was hot and not shy about meeting other women. It did have a dampening effect on Jen being discarded so quickly. I felt sorry for them both, but it gave me an idea that I'd have to talk to Megan about before I mentioned anything to Caroline.

The rest of our lunch was nice. Caroline and I exchanged flirts, which felt good and also meant I'd be masturbating thinking about her before going to bed. My masturbating sessions were becoming more and more frequent. I missed having Michelle's body against me, along with her kisses and naughty suggestions. But hearing that she'd already had a lover meant I probably didn't mean that much to her and reaffirmed my decision not to follow her across the country.

We finished our lunch, and we hugged goodbye, with Caroline suggesting a few naughty things to me as we hugged. Naturally, I blushed, which made her smile and sigh, telling me she wished things were different and we could be lovers. I told her I was sorry, but I just couldn't do it with the two of them, and there was no way I'd sneak behind Jen's back. Caroline sighed, then admitted I was right, and asked if we could have lunch again. I told her I'd love to, as long as she let Jen know we were doing it. She said she was up front about it, and Jen was fine with it. We didn't set a date, but I said to text me and we'd figure it out.

So, I went back to work and started hatching a plan that I think Caroline and Jen would enjoy. I'd have to explain a few things to Megan, but I think she'd be fine with it. It could all wait until the following week after my dinner with Anza, which I was still nervous about.

Friday afternoon, I came home early to get things together for my dinner with Anza. I told Megan I had a headache at work and didn't feel like being there. I'd stopped at the grocery store on the way home and got all my dinner needs, with the exception of the cheesecake. Since Megan was going to eat dinner at Anza's, she didn't bother looking in the fridge to see what I'd bought.

The two of us lounged around talking until my sweet stepdaughter had to leave. I told her this time she'd beat Simone at that soccer video game, which made her laugh and sigh. Apparently, all she could do was a tie.

With my doll out of the way, I headed to the little bakery to pick up dessert. Then returned home, took a shower, and put on something casual for our dinner. I had no idea what Anza would be wearing, but I didn't want to get dressed up and have her think it was a 'date'. I was watching the news when I heard a car pull into the driveway. After turning the television off, I waited anxiously for the doorbell to ring.

When it did, it gave me a start even though I was anticipating it. I didn't want to seem anxious, so before I opened the door, I took a deep breath. When I did open it, there stood Anza dressed as though we were going out to a five-star restaurant and then dancing. Dressed in a short red leather skirt, black pumps, and a black silk blouse, which accentuated her cleavage. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried not to gawk. She was carrying an overnight bag and smiling.

I quickly invited her in and asked what the bag was for. She said she didn't want the girls wondering why she dressed casually if she was going to a business dinner, so the bag had her casual clothes in it so she could change and relax during dinner. She'd change back afterward and go to the restaurant.

I smiled and closed the door behind her. I told Anza she looked amazing and joked that I felt way underdressed. She laughed as I showed her to my bedroom and left her so she could change. I asked as I closed the door if she'd like something to drink. Anza thanked me and asked for ice water.

I calmed down as I went to get us both a glass of ice water, then went to the living room to wait for my guest. When she emerged from my bedroom, Anza looked just as hot as she did when she entered it. She was barefoot, dressed in tight jeans that almost looked like they were painted on. Her T-shirt wasn't tucked in, and I could make out her black lace bra underneath. I handed her the water glass and invited her to sit on the sofa with me. We talked and sipped, catching up on the previous two weeks. Anza mentioned she'd neglected to text me about the cabin and said she thought it was a great idea as long as they weren't intruding. I reassured her they wouldn't be so. Anza smiled and accepted my invitation. I'd given her the dates and she'd marked her calendar. I suggested we take my car so we could all fit with our things. She was fine with that, and we continued chatting about what to bring, the lake area, and other details about the trip.

I asked when she needed to be at the restaurant, and she said by nine. Since it was only six thirty, we had plenty of time. I'd noticed she'd been glancing around, so I offered her a tour of our modest home. We started in the living room as I showed her pictures of Lloyd, Megan, and me, then Megan and I in Costa Rica with Ines and Triana. She thought they were gorgeous, then briefly showed her Megan's room, the guest room, and since she'd seen my bedroom, we ended up in the kitchen.

I asked Anza if she was ready for a glass of wine. She smiled and said she'd love one. I poured us each a glass as we stood in the kitchen talking. We sipped, giggling as she told stories about the restaurant until I asked where she found such lovely and attentive employees.

Anza blushed then answered, "They usually don't start out as lovely, but thank you. When I was a little girl in my tiny town in Argentina, the not-so-pretty girls were looked down on, and the pretty ones made fun of them. I happened to be not so pretty, and it hurt. My Abuela and my Tia had a feeling I was going to cause problems, because I didn't like being called names. So, I stayed home and learned to cook from my sweet Abuela and how to deal with others who disrespected me or my family from my lovely Tia. She had subtle ways of getting what she wanted by using her feminine charms."

Anza took a sip, then continued, "I was blessed like my Tia. Of course, I didn't get that way until I was older, but I knew how to use my charms thanks to her. So, back to my lovely staff, as you called them. I hire based on attitude and potential. The ladies work hard and are amply rewarded. I show them their inner beauty, and they, in turn, seem to blossom before my eyes. Once they've gained confidence, their outer beauty shows. Most work only a year or two for me, then they move on to bigger and better things. I like to think I have played a part in their growth. I hope that makes sense, mi amiga."

I smiled then replied, "It makes perfect sense, Anza. I seemed to blossom under Michelle's guidance. I worked out more, ate better, and became more self-confident, partially because of her. I'll always love her for that. But, I found out she already has a girlfriend in her new town, which I think is a little quick after her proposal to me. But that's the way Michelle is, and I hope she has a great life. I like to think I've raised Megan to be a strong and independent young woman, but time will tell."

Anza smiled, "You are a very good woman, Silvia. I am proud to call you my friend. I think you've done a wonderful job raising Megan. She's smart, kind, and very caring. She'll be fine, I can tell."

I smiled, thanking her, then realized I'd better start dinner. I asked Anza to have a seat at the kitchen table, she asked if she could help, and I politely told her she was my guest and to relax while I made a mess. She laughed and sat down to watch me scurry about the kitchen getting things together. There wasn't much to actually do, which was one of the reasons I picked that dish.

I refilled our wine glasses as I kept an eye on our meal, and true to the recipe's instructions, it was ready in a little over twenty minutes. Anza did help me set the table, and then we sat down to eat. We started talking about food and what Megan and I eat. I told her we'd gotten rid of all the junk and now make meals that are much healthier and that we can freeze because we don't always feel like cooking a full meal. She liked that idea and asked me if I wanted a job. I had to laugh and declined her offer. She smiled because we both knew she was kidding.

Our dinner turned out better than I thought it would. Anza loved the taste and how simple it was. I did let her help me with the dishes, and when we finished, we sat out in the living room and talked about our pasts. I thought Anza had an interesting life, and she thought the same about mine. She talked about Argentina and that Megan and I would have to visit it with her and Simone the next time they flew down. I thought I'd heard that from Megan earlier this year, but coming from Anza and seeing how sincere she was, I thought it might actually happen.

As we were talking, Anza's phone rang. It was the restaurant wondering when she'd be there. Anza told the caller about thirty minutes, then hung up. She excused herself and then went to her room to change. I put our wine glasses away as I waited for her to return and say goodbye.

When she emerged from my bedroom, my heart was pounding once more. I think she noticed me bite my lower lip as I gazed at her and walked her to the door. She thanked me for dinner and suggested next time we eat at her place with the girls, so we didn't have to hide. I thought that was a great idea, and Anza said she'd text me. We hugged goodbye, and it was definitely a close friend hug. I stood in the open doorway and waved goodbye as she backed out of our driveway.

I had a very nice feeling about the two of us, but time would tell, and I wasn't going to make the first move. Well, maybe if the opportunity presented itself, but I didn't want to ruin what was turning into a very lovely friendship.

When Megan returned home on Saturday, she told me all about finally beating Simone on that video game. However, it was only once and by one goal. Simone pouted for a bit, then continued kicking my darling's butt the rest of the evening. When Megan asked what I did, I told her I just relaxed and watched a new series on our streaming service. I did watch it, or at least it was running on the television with the sound down while I masturbated and slept.

Then, during lunch, I asked if she wanted to set Brandi up with someone. She gave me a funny look and then asked what I had in mind. Megan knew Michelle and I double-dated with Jen and Caroline; however, I'd left out most of the details. I reminded her of Caroline and Jen, then told her that they like to share. She looked confused for a brief moment, then her eyes widened. She asked if Michelle and I knew that before we double-dated, and I nodded with a huge grin on my face.

All my darling could say was, “Whoa, Mom!”

Then I gave her a little more information. Nothing intimate, but that Jen had paired off with Michelle because she was very submissive. Caroline is her dominant, and they make a good pair.

Megan interrupted me and asked, “Mom, are you a submissive?”

I told her I really wasn't, and Caroline didn't push it, so we got along nicely. I then told her that Jen was very smitten with Michelle and the way she was with her. When Michelle left, Jen was heartbroken despite being in love with Caroline.

Then my baby interrupted again, “Mom, you're not suggesting you and I...”

I laughed, "No, sweetie, but Caroline really does enjoy girls much younger than she is."

Megan freaked, “Oh god, Mom. You're pimping me out?!!”

I laughed again and said, “No! Would you just let me finish?”

She calmed down, and I said, "You mentioned Brandi was a switch. I think if they all met, things might happen and we'd have three happy ladies."

Megan sat back as the light bulb went off and replied, "Oh, I see Brandi can Domme Jen and be a sub to Caroline, and also, since she's younger, Caroline would love that. Then Jen would have two Dommes, and she'd love that."

I smiled, “You are one smart cookie, baby. Yes, exactly. We just need to figure out how to get them together.”

Megan asked, “What did you have in mind?”

So, I explained my little plan to her as she nodded in approval. It would take a bit of work on her part, but she said she thinks it could happen.

After a bit, Megan started texting her team and asked if they could practice on a Saturday. She told them I'd like to meet them, and getting off work during the week was next to impossible for me. It took a day for all the questions to be answered and the debate to settle down. It wasn't a harsh debate, but the girls wanted to know if they'd still practice during the week, what time on Saturday, and things like that. Most thought it was nice that I wanted to meet them. After all, it is a big step for Megan, and they encouraged family support. So, the date was set, which was the Saturday after next.

Then I did my part, I texted Caroline and invited her and Jen to the park on that Saturday to meet Megan and watch them practice. We could all go out to lunch after if they felt like it. I know I was using Megan as bait, but if Megan could talk Brandi into being there, I'd do the old 'bait and switch' thing, and everyone would be happy. Caroline texted back within the hour and said she'd love to meet Megan, but it might take some persuasion to get Jen on board; she'd handle it. We just needed the third part of our plan to work.

As I was texting Caroline, Megan was doing the same with Brandi. I think it took her longer than it did me because Brandi was flirting with Megan, trying to get into her panties. But my baby resisted the temptation, and we had the plan in place.

Since Friday night, Anza had joined me for dinner, and she'd texted me with questions about our little trip. Those led to phone calls, which I took in my bedroom so Megan wouldn't know it was Anza. Sometimes our talks would lead elsewhere, like how things were going with the girls, along with a little gossip about the town or progress on her food truck. Other times it was just a question. I think we were growing our friendship a little at a time.

At last, 'Operation Match Maker' Saturday arrived. Megan and I arrived a little early and wandered around a bit, waiting for our guests and also her team. The team arrived on time, and I met them all. They were glad to meet me, and if I weren't Megan's mom, I certainly would have flirted with most of them. But that would have been rude of me, and we weren't there for that. When they started their drills, I moved to one set of bleachers and waited.

The first to arrive was Brandi. God, she was adorable. Tight little cheerleader body and a killer smile. I introduced myself, and her flirting began. I was flattered and tempted once more, but I'm proud to say I remained focused. Soon, Caroline and Jen joined us, and more introductions. We all started talking about the practice, Megan, colleges, and things like that as we sat and watched. I noticed Caroline and Brandi exchanging glances, checking each other out now and then. I think Jen sort of caught them and was a little miffed, but Caroline gave her a look and she chilled.

About halfway through practice, I excused myself to use the restroom, leaving the ladies to hopefully make a connection in my absence. I was gone maybe ten minutes, and when I returned, Brandi had moved and was sitting between Jen and Caroline, and they were all talking and smiling. They sort of stopped as I approached, but I didn't say anything. Slowly, our general conversation returned as Megan and the girls wrapped up their workout.

The four of us left the bleachers and walked over to Megan as she walked towards us. More introductions and a little small talk as we walked to our cars. In the parking lot, Megan and Brandi paired off and went to talk next to Brandi's car while Jen, Caroline, and I talked. I thanked them for coming out, and they both said they enjoyed watching and that Brandi was a doll. I told them it was the first time I'd met her, and she seemed nice. She and Megan were friends from high school, and both were staying in town to attend college, which I think was mentioned as we sat in the bleachers. Caroline said that Brandi considered Megan one of her best friends. Jen said Brandi was very nice, and it was a pleasure meeting her. So, I think the plan at least had a fighting chance.

When Megan rejoined us, she thanked my friends for coming out and told them it was nice meeting them. I suggested we all head to lunch, but Caroline declined, telling us they had other plans and thanked us for the invitation. Caroline then asked me to keep her updated on Megan's soccer schedule, and with a sly grin, she added that she may have to learn more about the game. I told her I would and winked. We all hugged and said goodbye, and back home we went.

On the drive home, our little plot was all we talked about. It took a week to bloom or so, but Megan and I were successful.

Caroline texted me, wanting to meet for another lunch to talk. I texted back that I'd love to meet at our usual place on Wednesday, same time. She said that would be perfect and added hearts. Brandi texted Megan, wanting to have coffee or lunch, she had some news to tell her. When I told Megan, and she told me, we high-fived and had a glass of wine to celebrate.