Stella wore a three-quarter sleeve white ribbed pullover sweater that had just enough breasts showing but it wasn’t over-revealing. The sweater came down just to the belly button and the ribbed material showed all of Stella’s curves.
Stella also wore a short denim skirt that came down so it was halfway down her thigh. She then had a pair of brown cowgirl boots which came halfway up the calf and her hair was done up in pig tails.
Phillip was wearing a light blue pull over long sleeve t-shirt a pair of olive colored denim cargo pants, socks and sneakers.
Stella and Phillip got into Stella’s fully restored vintage 1965 candy-apple red Mustang convertible. It had all the original equipment. The original 289 V-8 engine which had been restored to its original glory with certified parts, the original seating and seat covers, steering wheel, the four-on-the-floor shift, and vintage radio which still worked.
The license plate on the back read “2-Hot-4U” and on the one on the front which she had put on yesterday as a surprise for Phillip, had two hearts intersecting together each with their first names written in script in the heart, and under both hearts was written “4-Ev-Uh.”
It was a warm day for late March at 12:30 P.M. When they were leaving, the temperature was in the upper 60’s, 69 to be exact, to which Stella commented with a soft giggle “My favorite number.”
Stella plugged her phone into a speaker and cranked up the music as they drove down the road with the top down like two wild and carefree. teenagers
Stella drove to a local Italian restaurant named “Salvatore’s Restaurante Italiano,” which wasn’t really special, but instead pretty much just a local mom and pop hole in the wall joint.
On the outside, the building looked like it had seen wear, but was still in good shape. Inside, the decor was simple, wasn’t really that bright inside and looked like it hadn’t seen a remodel since the early 70’s.
Even though it didn’t look like much or was fancy, it had some of the best Italian food, pasta, and pizza in the area. It was so popular, that in the evenings, if your weren’t seated by 4:30, you were looking at least a one hour wait minimum.
Stella and Phillip walked in hand in hand and got a horseshoe shaped booth and sat close together.
The waitress came and took their order. They ordered a pitcher of cola and a pitcher of beer and a large meat lover’s special pizza with hand-tossed crust(somewhere between thin and crispy and deep dish). Soon as the waitress left, Stella leaned into Phillip and gave him another long passionate kiss.
Stella then reached into her purse and pulled out a manila envelope measuring 6×9 inches with a clasp on it. It looked thick and weighed about a pound and a half. She slid it on the table towards Phillip and said Happy Birthday sweetie.”
“Thanks mom,” Phillip said took the envelope. Stella then said “Enough of this mom stuff, you call me Stella, at least when we are alone like this. After all, you are an adult now. You are now the man of the house and we are lovers, so I figured we should be on equal footing.”