We left the restaurant and once in the car I asked her what she would like to do and she surprised me when she said “I kind of hoped you would like to take me to a motel.”
My surprised showed on my face and Nancy said “Let’s be honest here Harry. You have no real feelings for me and other than like – a strong like – but just a like never the less, we don’t have a future other than some dates. With me so far?” I nodded a yes and she said “I had a great thing going with Rory. We made love three or four times a week until he left for Florida. I haven’t been laid since he left and I’m climbing walls I’m so horny.”
“Makes no sense to me Nance. You are one hell of a good looking babe. You should have lines of guys wanting to date you.”
“I do, but all they want is pussy and where my pussy might want what they have I don’t want my life to be a series of one night stands.”
“So what makes me different?”
“You are a nice guy Harry. You are not an asshole and the picture that Pauline painted of you is that of a guy who won’t fuck over you.”
“But by your own words all I would be is a one night stand. No strong feelings, but just like right?”
There are one night stands and then there are one night stands. The first kind is wham, bam, thank you ma’am and the next day tell Tom, Dick and George “Hey, guess what? I fucked Nancy last night” and then there is the other one. The one where he wakes up in the morning, smiles, says “Thank you” and then leaves and no one hears a word about it from him. Pauline painted you as the second kind of guy. The kind of guy you wouldn’t mind having a series of one night stands with.”
“That’s it? I’m a nice guy?”
She looked away and said “That and she says you eat pussy.”
When she said that my mind went back to a night early in my relationship with Pauline French. We had dated off and on from the eighth grade to the tenth. At the begging of the eleventh I asked her to go steady and she said yes. We both turned eighteen during the second month of the eleventh grade (she was five months older) and up till then all we had done was have some damned hot make out sessions.
One Thursday Pauline told me to plan on being a shut in for the weekend. When I asked what she meant she told me that her parents were leaving for Vegas on Friday and wouldn’t be home until the following Tuesday.
“Guess what we will be doing?”
“You mean it? Seriously?”
She did and we had a great time. It didn’t start out well and it was mostly because of me and my mindset. Pauline told me that before we made love I was going to have to eat her pussy. No way was I going to do that. It was too gross. She peed from that place. True she had said, but I peed from my cock and she bet I wouldn’t say no to a blowjob.
“That’s different. I pee from it, but it doesn’t bleed once a month.”
“My sister (her sister was six years older and married) told me not to waste my time on a man who won’t eat pussy. If he won’t eat pussy he is an asshole who is using you to get what he wants and the hell with what you want.”
The upshot was that it was a case of ‘no eatee no fuckee’ and I caved. Surprisingly enough I had liked it. I really got off on the way Pauline got off when I did it. She led me through it, taught me where the right places were and what to do when I got to them. I gave her what she wanted and then she rocked my world on that weekend and a whole lot of others that followed. I was going to have to write her and thank her for getting me started down that path because it got me Becky and now was going to get me Nancy. I smiled at Nancy and said:
“I guess I can be your sex toy for the night.”
Nancy loved it as much as Pauline and Becky had. She wasn’t as good at giving head as either of them, but as someone had once said “There is no such thing as a bad blowjob.” I did however have to get Nancy home so there was no all-night loving followed by waking up snuggled up to each other in the morning. When I took her home we made a date for the next afternoon. Said date was spent at the Super 8 on Barclay which was followed by a Sunday date spent in her bedroom because her parents were gone somewhere for the day.
When I got home Sunday night I looked back over the weekend and I decided that I liked the way it went. Not just the sex, but sex with no fulltime commitment. Nancy and I could just be fuck buddies for as long as she was willing and there wouldn’t be any hard feelings when she decided to end it because I knew going in that all it was going to be was a friends with benefits arrangement. We did agree that while we were ‘one-night standing’ that there would be no others for either of us.
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One Monday I managed to avoid Becky at school, but I knew I couldn’t avoid her at work. Much to my surprise she was cordial to me and didn’t try to get me to talk to her. I know it sounds dumb, but I was both relieved and upset. Relieved because I didn’t want the drama. But upset that she wasn’t trying mend fences. I mean WTF! She is the one who fucked things up so shouldn’t she be at least trying to ask for forgiveness?
She was cordial again on Tuesday and it wasn’t until Wednesday that she addressed the situation. I was getting a Coke out of the vending machine in the break room when Becky came in. I took my Coke and went over and sat down at a tale. Becky got a bottle of water and then came over and sat down across from me.
“I hear that you and Nancy Wilde are spending a lot of time together.”
Besides our weekend I had spent time with Nancy on Monday and Tuesday so I just nodded a yes.
“Was I that easy to replace?”
“As I remember it you released me from our so called committed relationship so that freed me up to date others. Nancy just happened to be the first one to say yes when I started calling around. She seems to like me and she is a fun date so yes, I keep making dates with her.”
“Damn it Harry; why can’t you get it through your head that my going to the concert with Greg didn’t mean anything?”
“Not to you maybe, but it meant a lot to me. It meant that I couldn’t trust you”
“That’s just plain stupid Harry.”