“At first Becky was pissed at me because I told her I was thinking of dating you. She had hoped that after your fling with Nancy you would find your way back to her. Then she told me what happened and how much she regrets it.”
I just shrugged, said “Her choice. Let’s dance.”
My date with Marge went off on schedule and we had a good time. I got a nice kiss when I took her home and a date for Tuesday. That date led to a couple more. On the end of our fifth date when I walked her to her door she said:
“Are you ever going to make a move or am I going to have to do all the work?”
“I seem to remember a discussion about jerks. I didn’t want to be one.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake Harry; we already put that nonsense to bed. Now I think it is time to put us to bed.”
“She unlocked the door and led me in. We undressed each other and Marge said “Go slow with me Harry. There hasn’t been anyone except for Mike and that’s been months now.”
She never mentioned it, but I know what was in her head. She was one of the girls Pauline had talked with and Marge as much as told me that she knew damned well why Becky and Nancy had hooked up with me to begin with. So without a word about it being said I went down on Marge. I worked on her for four or five minutes and got an “Oh sweet Jesus” out of her before moving up and moving in.
It was a long and exhausting night. Fortunately it was one of my off Saturdays and I didn’t have to get up and go to work. Marge fixed us breakfast and over bacon and eggs she asked:
“What are we going to do the rest of the day?”
“Whatever you would like.”
“I don’t think so. We had to quit last night because I couldn’t get you up again. You are not going to be able to go all day and then be any good tonight.”
“I thought you liked me and now I find out I’m only a fuck toy for you to use.”
“Yes and you are loving it.”
“I guess there is that.”
The weekend was sex filled although we did go out and do some other things.
Marge and I lasted through the school year and then she had to Arizona for some family thing and she never came back. I never heard from her again.
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During the summer I was back to full time at work and of course so was Becky. We managed to be cordial to each other, but neither of us went out of our way to take any farther that a “Good morning” when we got to work and a “Have a nice day” when we left.
Then one Wednesday I was in the breakroom having coffee and a donut when Becky came in and sat down at the table with me.
“I need to ask you for a favor Harry. A really big favor.”
“What’s up?”
“I need a date for this Friday and Saturday.”
“Why me?”
“Because my family likes you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It is my cousin Carol’s wedding. The rehearsal dinner is Friday and the wedding Saturday. My family doesn’t care for the guy I’m seeing now. I was told quite frankly not to attend if he was going to be my date. I can’t miss Carols wedding Harry; I just can’t, but it seems like they don’t want me around if I’m with someone they don’t like. I know they like you because back when we were together I was told several times not to let you get away. I’m desperate Harry. Help me out? Please?”
I didn’t have anything else going for the weekend and it really be more of a public appearance that a date so why not. I told her I would do it. She laid out the logistics. We would drive up to her uncle’s place in Fairmont early Friday and get there in time to relax by the pool before dressing for dinner. After the wedding we would attend the reception that would be over by ten and then we could either drive home that night or stay the night and leave Sunday morning.
I’d expected that Becky would use the car ride trying to convince me that we should get back together again, but she surprised me and all she talked about were school things and work things. She told me that dad was going to move her out of shipping and receiving and put her in Purchasing but I already knew that. Dad liked her and her work ethic and he had asked me if I thought she might like to go full-time after graduation. I told him I thought she might and he said he was going to move her around so she could learn more of the business.
She hadn’t told me that her uncle’s place was a mansion.
When I got there I was introduced to her Uncle Aaron (Call me Ron) and her Aunt Tabbitha (Call me Tabby) and Carol who was the bride to be. Tabby told Becky she had put us in the bedrooms in the west wing and suggested we go unpack and then join the group around the pool. Becky led me to the east wing, pointed to the room that would be mine, told me to get my trunks on and she’d take me to the pool.
I unpacked, hung up what needed to be hung, put on my bathing suit and went out into the hall where I found Becky waiting for me. She was in what some might laughingly call a bikini, but it didn’t have any more material to it than a men’s handkerchief. I had instant wood. She of course knew what affect her non-bathing suit would have on me and she stood there smirking. I wrapped my towel around my waist and said:
“Lead the way.”
When we got to the pool I found out it was two pools. One was an Olympic size designed for swimming laps and the other was a kidney shaped leisure pool. I also found out that Becky was not the exception – she was the rule. There were about a dozen of Carol’s friends there and all of the females had on almost nonexistent bikinis. They guys were either in the pool hiding their erections or sitting around with towels covering their laps.