“No I isn’t Beck. Remember our first night together? You wanted to have your pussy eaten. You wanted it so bad that you were willing to jump in bed with me to get it. Think back on it Beck. You told me that you went to bed with me to see if Pauline had told the truth about my eating pussy and that if she had you were going to wrap me up for yourself. Then you told me that if Pauline had lied we were only going to be a one night stand. Knowing your desire to have your pussy eaten and your desire to see Tim McGraw we have to wonder which desire was the strongest.
“Let us put getting pussy eaten on a scale and then going to see Tim McGraw on another scale next to the first. Which one weighs more? Or are they even? You were willing to fuck me just to find out if I would eat pussy so how do I know that you didn’t fuck Greg just to get him to take you to see the McGraw concert?”
“You can’t possibly believe that!”
“Sure I can Beck. I’m not sure how it went, but I can picture a likely scenario. You heard about the McGraw concert, mentioned it to someone along with saying how much you liked his music. Greg overheard and saw a chance to get in your pants and he went and got tickets. He let you know he had them and hinted that he was going to have to find a date for the second ticket. You couldn’t go buy one because they were sold out nine hours after they went on sale so your only shot was Greg.”
“Oh for God’s sake Harry; it was just a date?”
“Get off it Beck! It was not just a date! Greg knew you were my girl. Everyone knew it! We walked into class every day holding hands. Greg knew it and he went after you anyway. You aren’t stupid Becky. You knew what he was up to and you went along. Fuck what Harry thinks! I’ll get to see Tim McGraw. Did you end up fucking Greg? I’ll never know, but your saying you didn’t won’t cut any ice with me because I KNOW how far you are willing to go to get what you want.”
I looked at my watch and then said “Got to get back to work” and I got up and left her standing there. Following that little talk Becky started avoiding me and I was glad that the drama was over with.
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Nancy and I made it through another two months before she ended it. She met someone she thought might turn into a long time thing. I wished her well and life moved on.
My class schedule was heavy with papers needing to be written and research projects so stayed clear of the dating scene for a while. Both of us being Business majors meant that I still has shared classes with Becky and while we were cordial towards each other we didn’t talk. Nods in passing is what it mostly was.
When I did finally get around to dating I would occasionally see her around with a guy. Never seemed to be the same one and I never did see her with Greg. She couldn’t say the same about me. The girl I was with was the same every time I ran across Becky. Yep! Another one of the girls that Becky was trying to beat out back when she hooked up with me.
There was a bit of difference this time however. Marge wasn’t one of the “Just wanted to see if you ate pussy” girls. In fact Marge as a little leery of me when I first asked her out. It was at the VFW dance and I had gone stag. I wasn’t on the hunt; I just wanted to dance a little and enjoy myself.
I’d been there maybe an hour when I saw Marge come in and take a table. For ten minutes or thereabouts I saw keep looking at her watch, look over at the door and a couple of minutes later repeat herself. I walked over to her and asked:
“Would you like someone to talk to and dance with until whoever you’re waiting for gets here?”
Marge smiled and said “That would be nice.”
I sat down and asked “He won’t be upset will he?”
“Not a he. Anna was supposed to meet me here.”
“What happened to Mike?”
“Chelsea Marks happened.”
I decided not to go there and asked her to dance.
Anna never did show so we sat and talked, danced and talked some more. Toward the end of the evening I asked Marge for a date.
“I don’t know Harry. I just got rid of one jerk.”
“And you don’t want to take up with another. Is that what you are saying? That I’m a jerk?”
“I don’t know Harry; are you? You dated Becky and she dumped you and then you dated Nancy and she dumped you. So what’s wrong with you Harry? I’m not stupid and I know why they both went after you. They made no secret of the fact that they wanted to see if what Pauline said about you was true and I guess it must have been because they stayed with you for a while. But then they dumped you Harry. The question I have to ask myself is why?”
I sat there and looked at her for several seconds before saying “I could tell you Marge, but you probably wouldn’t believe me because I’m a jerk right? You want to know ask Beck and Nancy. Thanks for the dances Marge. See you around” and then I got up and left.
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The next day was one of my work Saturdays and dad decided that that I knew as much about shipping and receiving as I was ever going to know and he moved me to Accounting and that meant that I didn’t work alongside Becky anymore.
At lunch time I hit the breakroom for a Coke and a bag of chips and I was sitting there sipping and munching when Becky came into the room. She came over and sat down – something she hadn’t done in weeks – and said:
“I got the strangest call last night.”
I just kept munching my chips and sipping my Coke.
“Marge Collins called me and wanted to know why I had dumped you. Why would she do that?”
“You’ll have to ask her that.”
“I didn’t dump you Harry; you got all stupid on me and pushed me away. I didn’t want that Harry.”
“So tell Marge that.”
I got up from the table and went back to work.
It was two weeks before I saw Marge again. It was at the VFW dance only this time I was the one sitting alone at a table. I would have prefer to sit at the bar, but all the stools were occupied when I got there. Marge came in, saw me and headed for me.
“May I join you?”
“You sure you want to be seen sitting with a jerk?”
She sat down and said “That’s no way to be talking if our relationship is going to go anywhere.”
“We are going to have a relationship?”
“That’s what dates are for. To see if there is anything to build on. As I recall it you did ask me for a date. I never said no Harry; I did ask some questions and you told me where to go for the answers. So I did it. I got the answers and now the only question is when are we going to have our first date?”
“How about tomorrow? Dinner and a show?”
“I’d like that. Come on; let’s dance.”
We spent the evening drinking, dancing and talking. I found out that she had called Becky (already knew that) and she had called Nancy.
“Nancy told me about the arrangement the two of you had. Told me she was sorry she let you go. Seems her new man doesn’t measure up when compared to you.”
At first she didn’t tell me what Becky had said and there was no way in hell that I was going to ask. I guess she figured out that I’d like to know, but wasn’t going to go there so she told me.