The song ended and Sarah pulled me towards our table before I could say anything to that. Her words came back to me a half hour later as I was dancing with Nancy Wilde.
“You seeing anyone now that Pauline is gone?”
“I’ve dated some, but I’m not seeing anyone in particular.”
“I know what it is like. Since Rory got that full ride at Florida State I’ve been at loose ends too.”
I’m not dense and I knew I’d just been given and invitation to call her. I was starting to wonder if Sarah wasn’t right on the money. I’d gone to the bathroom and on the way back to the table I was stopped by Rita Duhman.
“How have you been Harry? Haven’t seen you in quite a while.”
“Around Rita. Mostly working and going to school.”
“Pretty much the same for me. Rumor has it that you haven’t hooked up with anyone since Paulie left. You’ve got my number. Give me a call. Got to go” and she hurried into the women’s restroom.
My eyes followed her to the door and I was thinking about what Sarah had said. Gail was my first and for a while there I thought I had a great thing going. Until she told me that Eddie Catron had asked her for a date and she was going to go out with him. I was young and a bit stupid. She was fucking me and that meant we were forever right? I soon got over it and went the “She wants to date other guys? Well fuck her! I’ll show her! I’ll date other girls” route. So I did. I dated three or four others and tried to get in their pants with no success until I hooked up with Helen Geneva. We made ‘the beast with two backs’ until she pulled the same shit on me that Gail had.
Next was Pauline, but by the time I hooked up with her I’d come to realize that fucking didn’t mean you were forever. I knew Pauline and I wouldn’t last because I knew she was going to go back east for college and didn’t plan on coming home except for summer break and the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays.
Then something happened that made me wonder if I wasn’t indeed dense. I’d just gotten back to my seat after walking Nancy back to hers. I sat down, picked up my drink (iced tea – I was driving) took a sip and as I was setting my glass down on the table Becky said:
“Am I going to have to fight to get out of here with you tonight?”
Not having a clue as to what she was talking about I just looked at her with a “What the hell are you babbling about” look on my face.
“It is obvious to me that damned near every girl you danced with here tonight wants you. I half expected Karin to drag you off the floor and out the door. Bev is looking at you like a cat getting ready to pounce on a mouse and even that traitorous bitch of a best friend Sarah is giving off “I want to take him home with me” vibes. So am I going to have to fight before the night is over?”
I swear to God I have no idea where it came from and I still can’t believe I said it, but when she asked that question I just looked at her and said:
“Anything worth having is worth fighting for.”
She got a weird look on her face and then said “That’s it buster; we are out of here.”
She grabbed her purse and stood up. It caught me by surprise so I was a little slow to react, but I did get up and she took my arm in what seemed like a possessive manner and led me out of the building. Once in the car she slid over next to me and put her hand in my lap and felt around for the hard lump she knew would be there. She found it and started rubbing it as she said:
“I am not a slut and I am not an easy piece of ass. What I am is a girl who goes after what she wants and that would be you. Find us a bed.”
I might have been a bit stunned by the sudden way the evening had changed, but stunned or not there was no way on God’s green Earth that I wasn’t going to do what the girl I had lusted after since the seventh grade had just told me to do.
It only took me nine minutes to get to the Bide-A-Wee Motel on Colfax and four minutes to get us checked into a room. Once in the room Becky looked me in the eye and said as she undressed:
“Truth time Bubba. I know you are dying of curiosity trying to figure out my sudden change in attitude so I’m going to give it to you straight. You have something I want. At least I am hoping you do. I’ve already described things as they were in high school, but what I didn’t tell you is that I have had my eye on you since freshman indoctrination. Because of the way you were in high school I thought that sooner or later you would make a move on me so I patiently waited. I waited, but you ignored me.
“Once I decided you weren’t going to make the move I decided that I was going to have to. I had a problem. I’ve never had to go after a guy so I wasn’t quite sure how to go about it without looking like a slut or an easy piece. What I was doing wasn’t working so I decided I needed to be a little bolder and that is what got us to the VFW tonight. At the dance I saw how the others were toward you and I realized that if I was going to get what I wanted I was going to have to grab the bull by the horns and go for it.
By then she was naked except for thigh highs and heels. She took my breath away. I’d seen her in a bikini so I had a good idea of what she would look like without it, but I had no idea that what little it covered could be so spectacular. I’d like to say she was looking at me the same way, but I can’t. The fact is that I was so stunned by what was happening that I just stood there and stared as she stripped and talked. There she was, gloriously naked, while I stood there like a doofus, fully clothed and drooling. She shook her head at me in what might have been disgust.
“I must have lost a step. Normally by the time I was unhooking my bra a guy would be naked and expectantly waiting. I guess I’ll have to undress you myself.”
She moved to me and reached for the buttons on my shirt. The sight of her moving towards me must have triggered something in my head that brought me out of my stunned stupor. I grabbed her wrist as her hands reached for my shirt buttons.
“Why?”
“Why what Harry?”
“This whole thing. This motel stuff. You didn’t need to do this. After tonight’s date I’d have asked you out again and I know you know it. So why this over the top move?”
“I told you it was truth time Harry and the simple truth is that if Pauline wasn’t lying you have something I want and after what I saw on the dance floor tonight it seemed obvious, at least to me, that the rest of the girls want it too and I decided that I’d better nail you down before one of the others do. So over the top and here we are.”
“I don’t understand the Pauline thing. What could she have said that caused you to be interested in me?”
“At one of our pajama parties Pauline told us that you eat pussy Harry. Not only do you eat pussy, but you are damned good at it and that you actually seem to like it. True?” I nodded my head yes and she went on. “I’ve never had my pussy eaten and it is something I’ve always wanted. None of the guys I’ve ever gone with would do it. They were more than happy to get head, but return the favor? No way!”
“So I’m a sex toy for the night and tomorrow you go back to ignoring me.”
“Get serious Harry. If Pauline wasn’t lying you think I’ll let you get away?”
“Might not be your choice. You might be a terrible fuck and piss poor at giving head. I do have standards you know.”