Chapter 7
Hannah met me at work on Friday, she was wearing a little black dress that didn't cover near enough skin, a pair of black stilettos, she wore her hair straight, and she had put on the ruby red lipstick that she knows drives me nuts. It was 6:30, the time that I had to clock out. We had decided to go on a date that night. There aren't many nice places to go around here, so I decided to go a town or two over. I felt rather underdressed, wearing a red and black long sleeve plaid flannel and jeans. Wordlessly we got into the truck and drove off. I looked her up and down, she's always beautiful but that night she looked stunning. She slid over to the middle of the seat, closer to me. I placed a hand on her knee and rubbed up and down her thigh.
"I don't have to go home tonight, you know?" she said seductively, breaking the silence. I cocked an eyebrow, not saying anything. "And all you have to do is call Darry and tell him you're not gonna be there." It was hard for me to even believe what she was suggesting. We had never done anything together. Sure, we had both done stuff with other people before we got together, but we never did with each other.
"Well, I can do that," I said coarsely. I could feel myself being aroused. "But, I made us reservations at a restaurant."
"Well, we can do that first." She placed her mouth to my ear and blew hot breath on it. "Or…" her voice trailed off and I followed her eyes to the exit sign, there was a notorious pay by the hour motel coming up. She placed her lips on the nape of my neck and whispered a barely audible, "Please." I quickly got into the exit lane. When we got up to the motel she dragged me to the front desk and impatiently waited for him to give us a key. When we got into the room I ran to the bathroom and bought a condom from the machine, I placed it in my shirt pocket. When I came back, Hannah was standing the in just her stilettos and a lace bra and thong, I suddenly felt overdressed. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and flung it aside. She backed me up against the wall and started kissing me, passionately, deeply. She fumbled with the button of my jeans and when she couldn't get it she let me. I stepped out of my jeans and tossed them aside. I shoved her toward the bed, and finally got what I had been anticipating.
Saturday morning I woke up to see Hannah's lipstick smeared off and her eye make-up rubbed round her face. I planted a tiny kiss on each of her freckles. As I did this I saw her blue eyes flutter open and a sleepy smile dance across her face.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," I said quietly.
"Morning, Pepsi-Cola," she replied. She looked at me confused for a minute and then said, "Why do you have lipstick all over your face?" I didn't answer, just smiled and shook my head. I wondered about what Pony and Darry would be doing right now and then I shot up.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. "I forgot to call Darry!" I quickly got dressed and washed my face, then helped Hannah do the same. We jumped in the truck after paying and sped home.
Forty-five minutes later we showed up at my house. Darry was sitting in the kitchen reading the paper and Pony was making breakfast. I walked up to the table and said "Let me have it."
"Why didn't you call?" Darry said. Only looking up from his paper briefly.
"It was a caught up in the moment thing… I… uh…" I stammered.
"It's okay, little buddy. Sit with us and have breakfast." We complied. I heard Pony scoff something along the lines of 'and you're telling me to keep it in my pants!'.
After we ate we sat around and talked for a while. Darry finally brought up something about last night.
"You used protection, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, of course!" Hannah exclaimed before I could say anything. But then I remembered the condom sitting in my pocket, unopened.
"FUCK!" I yelled. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. I reached in my pocket and laid it on the coffee table. A collection of gasps enclosed the room.