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Chapter 14

He called Pamela the next day, but she had plans for the next weekend. It would be almost two weeks before they could get together. He was anxious, but he had no choice but to wait. In the meantime, he was forced to see Marianne at school. It was a lot like when they first met and he had tried to avoid her, but there was a difference. This time she didn't look sad when he saw her, this time she arrogantly ignored him.

Marianne was angry and sad, but she wasn't going to give Greg House the satisfaction of seeing either of those emotions on her. They passed in homeroom and in the cafeteria and she ignored him as if he was insignificant to her. It was only at home, in the privacy of her own bedroom, late at night that she cried over him. She knew she loved him, but she knew she was right to do what she did. If she allowed him to do what he had proposed, what sort of precedent would that set for them? If there was a future for them, they had to be honest and faithful to each other.

After a frustrating week, Pamela called him and rescheduled the date because something came up. He knew that "something" was probably a football player. An even more frustrating week later, the time for his date with Pamela finally arrived. He dressed carefully and left to pick her up. He wasn't sure of the etiquette involved in this. Was he supposed to take her out to dinner or to a movie or something? Or were they supposed to just get down to business? He decided to play it by ear and see what happened.

Pamela was a blonde, definitely bleached, with big brown eyes. She was very curvy, bordering on fat. He knew that in a few years, the curves would probably turn to fat, but right now she was pretty and sexy. Not too bright, but that didn't really matter to her popularity in school.

He picked her up and then nervously asked, "Um, what do you want to do?"

She looked at him and said in her Texas drawl, "Well, sugar, I thought you wanted to play tonight."

He swallowed and started to get excited. This was going to happen, he was going to get laid! He immediately pushed the vision of Marianne that popped into his head out of it and concentrated on the hot girl beside him.

"Sure, yeah, that's what I want. I meant, where do you want to…"

"Oh, just drive on up the interstate, there's a motel there that's just fine for what we wanna do."

He drove and soon found the motel. It was a dive, but it was cheap. He pulled in and parked. After paying for a room and getting a key, he took Pamela to the room. By the time he locked the door and turned around, she was lying on the bed smiling at him. She pulled up her shirt to reveal a black lace bra. Her jean-clad legs were crossed as she lay there. She had undone the top button.

He started to get excited. A girl was going to have sex with him! Tonight! This was it! He started to unbutton his shirt as quickly as he could. She pushed her jeans down, until she only had black lace panties on. He took off his jeans as well and moved towards the bed.

Suddenly, instead of Pamela, he saw Marianne lying there. Okay, he thought, he could imagine it was Marianne. He did that every time he whacked off anyway. Except that Marianne's face as he saw it was not looking lustful and excited as Pamela's had. It was looking sad and disappointed.

What the hell was this? He shook his head to clear the vision and saw Pamela smiling seductively. Okay, this was better. He approached the bed, slipping off his briefs as he did so. His cock was starting to inflate, he was getting more excited. He sat on the bed next to her and reached out to touch her. As his hand met her skin, she purred. He smiled and once again saw Marianne.

His cock began to deflate. This was not good. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. She immediately pushed out her tongue and licked his lips. He opened his mouth and their tongues met. It was a totally hot kiss.

And it left him totally cold. He kept thinking of the amazing kisses he shared with Marianne. Even though there was no sex involved with them, they were still so much more exciting.

Okay, he thought, there's more to sex than kissing. He moved his hand up and down her skin. She pulled off her bra and he saw her incredible breasts. She smiled smugly and said, "Do you what you want to them, sugar."

But he didn't want to do anything with them. God, what was the matter here? She was totally hot and totally willing. Why didn't he want to do what he had been anxious to do for so long? He was determined to make this happen.

He touched her breasts, gingerly at first and then with more pressure. She began to moan and writhe on the bed.

Wait a minute, he thought, he had barely done anything to her. Either she was so super sensitive that she exploded as soon as a man touched her – in which case she would be exploding all the time, because guys touched her all the time – or she was faking it. Maybe he hadn't gotten beyond first base with Marianne, but everything was real, including her response to him.

He pulled back and looked at her. She looked up expectantly. "What's wrong, sugar? If you need a little help, I can take care of that too."

He suddenly knew that he didn't belong here with this girl. It was all wrong. He turned away from her and said, "I think I made a mistake. Can we just leave?"

She was non-plussed. "If that's what you want, sugar. But I need you to buy me a hamburger."

"Sure, no problem."

They got dressed and left the motel. He drove her to the hamburger stand where most of the kids from school went. They went in and he bought her a cheeseburger, French fries and a black and white milkshake. He wasn't hungry. As he was getting the food, she saw people she knew and went over to join them. By the time he brought her food to her, she was already wedged between two members of the football team.

"Greg," she said, "Bo and Dickie are gonna take me home. Is that okay?"

"Sure." He said, happy to be rid of her and thinking what guy lets his nickname be Dickie?

He got into his car and started driving. He didn't know where he wanted to go, but he knew he didn't want to go home. He drove aimlessly for awhile, not paying attention to where he was. When he finally slowed down and looked up to see where he was, he saw a familiar house in front of him. He just shook his head and accepted the inevitable. He parked the car and walked up to the door.