THE FIRST TIME
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - PART-TIME LOVER
"If I'm with friends and we should meet
Just pass me by, don't even speak
Know the word's discreet with part-time lovers"
STEVIE WONDER (From the album "In Square Circle" (1985))
Sent: February 20th, 1999
From: Spielberg's Disciple
To: A Girl Named Joey
Subject: Paris
Hi, Joey. I just wanted to hear if Paris lived up to your expectations for it and if you a great weekend there.
Dawson.
Sent: February 20th, 1999
From A Girl Named Joey
To: Spielberg's Disciple
Subject: re: Paris
Paris definitely lived up to my expectations, but so much happened that it would take forever to write about it here. You'll just have to wait like everyone else back home to be told about it, until I'll be there to do it in person! I just wish that we (myself and Emma) would have had more than two days there, so I guess, I'll have to make another visit to it sometime in the future. With some of my friends from Capeside travelling with me, perhaps?
I don't have much time to write right now (I'm writing on a school PC and our next class begins soon), but make sure to say hi to your parents for me. How was your weekend, by the way?
Your friend
Joey
Sent: February 20th, 1999
From: Spielberg's Disciple
To: A Girl Named Joey
Subject: This past weekend
Oh, you know, just the same old, same old. It isn't like anything changes from day to day here, let alone to someone, who's become as set in his ways, as I have. I might have found an investor in my movie, so that's something. My parents wanted me to say hi back to you.
Take care.
Dawson
Dawson had told himself over and over again that what he was doing was wrong, that evening in the Von Wenning mansion, when he had to admit that he'd fallen like a complete fool for Hannah's very effective ways at seducing him. Thinking back on it the morning after while he was eating breakfast with his parents, he could now see clearly that they hadn't been playing on a even playing field and that whatever little experience in the ways of seduction he had, paled in comparison to a girl like her, who'd played him like an all too voluntary fiddle and whom he could swear, was getting off a whole lot more on the power it made her hold over him, than the almost animalistic kisses, they'd shared. He knew that he should have listened to Pacey, when he'd told him to be wary of Hannah's charms, but thanks himself thinking that he knew better than Pacey (because he usually did), this was the result of it. He also knew what he would have to do and he wasn't looking forward to it in the slightest, but he couldn't bring himself to lie to Mary-Beth about it either. If she dumped him, then it would be what he deserved and he could accept that. Now that he'd done the crime, he would also have to take his punishment, or try to live on a lie for the time being. Neither of which were pleasurable prospects.
"So, what are your plans for today?" his mom asked him, sending his racing back to reality again.
"Pacey and I have been talking about taking his boat out for a small trip on the creek" he quickly answered, only just then remembering what he'd agreed to with his oldest buddy.
"Don't you think you think it's a little cold for that?" his dad had to ask, and it wasn't like he wasn't making a good point. With how low the temperatures had been dropping to lately, anyone would have to be either crazy or a fool to spend more time outside, than they had to.
"There still isn't any ice on the lake. Anyway, aren't you two the ones who are always telling me, that it would hurt me to go outside a little more and not spend so much time cooped up in my room?"
"Just make sure that you dress warm, Honey and put on two pairs of socks! In these temperatures ..."
"I could lose a toe to frostbite. So, you keep warning me, mom!" he bit her off, being that he was getting a little tired of hearing her warnings about things, that he'd never actually heard about happening anywhere around where they lived.
"What about your movie? Weren't you planning on doing some work on that this weekend?" his dad innocently asked.
"You could say that I already have" he told them, only in the vaguest manner possible hinting at what had actually happened.
Dawson and Pacey's boat trip out on the lake ended up being a very short one, until both of them had to agree that it was simply too cold to spend more time outside, than they absolutely had to. After they'd brought the boat back to its winter residence in Pacey's mom's garage, they decided to instead go and get some lunch at the Ice House. Even before they walked inside, it was easily visible that the restaurant's usual Saturday lunch rush had also been hampered by the freezing temperatures, which no doubt was keeping the large majority of Capeside's population in the comfort of their own warm homes for the better part of the day, if not all of it.
Stepping through the door, they were greeted by a smug smile from Abby, who was carrying a tray of dirty dishes back to the kitchen.
"You finally came to your senses, I see?" she slightly smugly asked them in passing, before continuing on with her job at hand.
There wasn't a shortage of available tables, so they sat down at what was their usual table (if you could say that they had one) by the window, where they could keep an eye on what was going on outside, while they enjoyed some of Bodie's fine cooking and took in the welcoming atmosphere in there, that Bessie had become such a master at cultivating over the years. Much like how Bessie's parents had built the place up on the same values, it should be said.
They were looking over the menus and he was having trouble choosing whether he should get a cup of chowder for an entrée, or it would ruin his appetite for his main course too much, when Pacey noted something outside that made him put his menu down and pay attention to it.
"There's a limo pulling up outside" Pacey noted and it made Dawson turn his head to look at it, since even though there were plenty of wealthy people in the richer parts of Capeside (located just across the creek from the poorer parts of it, like the parts that Joey and Pacey lived in), it wasn't like you saw limousines on the street all that often, if it wasn't the evening of the senior prom. Especially not on a day, when the streets were all but deserted otherwise. His heart skipped a beat, when he saw who the first one was to step out of it, soon to be followed by her parents, or as some of the not so well off of the locals darkly humoredly called them: "The King and Queen of Capeside".
"If it isn't the devil in disguise herself! Huh, Dawson?" Pacey nodded at him and immediately, Dawson started feeling uncomfortable and strangely enough, also kind of sweaty.
"Isn't that the truth?" he asked Pacey back, not really wanting to get further into discussing the topic of Hannah Von Wenning, any more than he had to.
"Did she try to come on to you yesterday?" Pacey asked him. He was only half listening though, seeing as his eyes were too busy following Hannah on her way up to the door.
"If she did, then I didn't pick up on it. It was all business talk. You'd find it boring as sin, to hear about" he lied to Pacey, who looked like he bought it.
His and Pacey's lunch had gone more or less without incident, save for himself and Hannah a few times sharing eye contact and small, knowing smile. She was a bad girl for sure, the kind of which he'd a few times advised Pacey not to get involved with, but man, was she sexy and the way she made him feel wanted in a sexual way for the first time (like Mary-Beth had never been able to), was enough to send erotic thoughts into his head of things, he possibly could do with and to that girl. Part of it was filled with regret of what he would have to do, when he'd need to break up with Mary-Beth and how he'd spin it with his parents was a bridge, he'd have to cross when he got there.
But, if there had always been one kind of character in movies that he could remember hating for as far back, as he possibly could, it was the guy or girl, who cheated on their "special someone" and was entirely unapologetic over it. Mary-Beth would become angry with him, that much he was sure of and there would probably be a while afterwards, where she wouldn't want to talk to him. In time though, he hoped that they could become friends again, when she'd cooled off and realized that he was also the best friend that she had in town, who wasn't either of her parents.
They were just about to leave, when Pacey excused himself to go and take a leak. While he was sitting there and waiting, Abby came over to him holding a folded napkin.
"Hannah, in a private moment away from her parents, I might add, offered me twenty dollars to give you this and not ask any questions. Since we both know that won't happen, is there something going on between you and her, that your girlfriend should know about?" Abby asked and something in the way she'd accusingly asked him, made him want to get on the defensive.
"She's considering investing in my movie. That's all that's going on between us. Perhaps, she doesn't want her parents to know about it yet, before it's been made official, have you considered that for a second, "Miss Always Sticks Her Nose, where it Doesn't Belong"?" he grumpily asked Abby back, and it looked like she conceded that there was a good chance that he wasn't lying about it.
"Okay, I'll buy whatever it is, you're selling! What did she write on the napkin?" Abby curiously asked him.
"Have you ever heard of this thing called privacy, Abby? It involves you not having to be told everything, when it wasn't any of your business to begin with!" he sharply told Abby off. Before she could offer a rebuttal, a pair customers called for her and she had to go and serve them.
Unfolding the napkin, he had no idea what to expect. All it had written on it was an address, that wasn't all that far from where he lived and an exact time: "Seven o'clock, sharp!"
He'd spent the entire afternoon just hanging out with Pacey in his own room, until it became close to dinner time and with that, time for Pacey to get home to the mountain of (in many cases far back-dated) homework, that he'd been slacking off from doing, since school had ended the day before. On top of that, Pacey's brother Doug was coming over to their house for dinner that evening and both himself and Pacey knew well enough, that it wouldn't have been in good taste for Pacey to blow them off for dinner with Dawson and his parents. This gave him just enough time to grab a shower before dinner and to pick out his clothes for his date, or whatever it was going to be, with his secret non-girlfriend that evening.
With Mary-Beth having her favorite Aunt and Uncle visiting her and her family for a few days and her wanting to spend as much time with them as possible, it also gave him an open playing field to do whatever he wanted to with that cunning minx, who in the temptation department was everything that Mary-Beth wasn't. Thereby not saying that he didn't love Mary-Beth for being exactly who she was, and if he had to pick a prospective bride between the two of them, it would be a no contest win in his current girlfriend's favor. On the other hand, he was also a fifteen-year-old virgin, who'd never tried going to second base with a girl and that part of him was too intrigued, not to want to go to that address and at least see what Hannah had to offer him.
He'd used meeting up with Jen and Jack to go and see a movie as his excuse to leave the house and had left with plenty of time for the cold, roughly twenty-minute walk that awaited him. When he got there, he was slightly confused by the "For Sale" sign out in the front yard and was for a moment wondering, if he'd been pranked, when Hannah (dressed and made up to kill, as always) opened the door and shot him a flirting smile.
"You're fifteen minutes early. Did you miss making out with me that much?" she smilingly asked him, as he walked up to the door, trying to appear cool and not like the nervous beginner, that he undoubtedly still was. Even if he had tried a couple of things with Mary-Beth.
"I didn't have you picked for a squatter" he dryly joked, and it drew a rather cute laugh from her, he had to admit.
"I'm not a squatter, I swear! If this is going to be a regular thing between us, we'll need a "secret place", that's only for us and no one else. The realtor is one of my mom's best friends and she has assured me, that she'll let me know well in advance, if someone wants to come and have a look inside".
"And she's fine with you using it as your own private love-nest?"
"I've only told her that it's for when I need a break from my parents. She knows both of them almost as well as I do, so it didn't need any further explaining. So, are we going to stand out here, freezing our butts off all evening, or do you want to come inside, where I'm sure that we can find all kinds of interesting ways of keeping one another warm?"
"I want you to know that I'm breaking up with Mary-Beth" he told her, as they both stepped inside of the house, that was luckily much warmer, than it was outside.
"Why? Don't you like her anymore?" Hannah asked him, asking probably the last question, that he'd expected her to!
"Because I'm cheating on her?" he had to ask Hannah back and she gave him a small, but very soft and seductive kiss in reply.
"And you think that's enough of a reason to end it with her? Dawson, you know that I don't want to be your girlfriend, don't you?" she asked him back, only confusing him even more, than she'd already been doing.
"You don't?"
"Neither of us have even had our sweet sixteen party yet! It's far too early for us to think about getting tied down to one person, or at least, that's how I see it. Anyway, do you really want to start a relationship with a girl, knowing that she'll be out of here, the first chance she gets? That's the fact of the matter Dawson, and if you can't handle that, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this" she replied, giving him an out that he hadn't expected to be thrown his way like this.
"Then what is this?"
"Just because I don't want to have an actual boyfriend, doesn't mean that I don't like some of the aspects to having one. Like spoiling one another, for example. If you rub me the right way, I could spoil you in ways that nerdy little girlfriend of yours has never even heard of before" she gaspingly told him, as she kissed his neck and allowed her warm hands to slip down onto his naked buttocks, that were still close to ice cold after the walk over there. Immediately, it began to give him an erection, that soon became total when she allowed him to take her shirt and bra off, exposing his eyes to the first set of naked teenage breasts, he'd seen in real life before.
"Do you like what you see?" she seductively asked him, as if it wasn't a moot question from the expression, he must have had on his face in that moment.
"Yeah!" was all that he got out, before needing to clear his throat of the frog, she'd just put in there.
"I'll make you a deal, Dawson. Just for tonight, you can touch any and every part of my body all that you want, if I get to touch every part of your body, all that I want. That seems to me like a fair trade-off, don't you agree?"
"Sounds like it to me. Look, I don't know if I'm ready to have sex with you. By that I mean, that I don't think I am" he had to tell her, even if he was a little nervous at how she'd react to him telling her this. To his relief, it only got a rather sweet smile out of her.
"I don't want to do it with you either. I mean, of course, I want to have sex someday, but I don't want it to be until I'm with someone, I'm sure that I'm love with and that just isn't you and that time isn't now".
"You're a virgin too, huh?" he asked her and was actually a little relieved, when she nodded in response.
"Do you think, you can respect that, Dawson? If you can, there are a lot of other things we can do, that don't involve that one thing. Things, that I'm sure Pacey hasn't tried before. As long as we're clear that this is just a ... "Human Biology Lesson in Practice" and nothing more than that. I don't want to be the reason why you ruin a potential good thing with your girlfriend".
"Should I just lie to her, then?"
"You can do what you want. As long as I get what I want!" she slyly told him in that cheeky manner of hers, just before she unbuttoned his jeans and stuck her hand, where no girl had ever stuck their hand before. It wouldn't be many minutes later until they both stood there, exactly as nature had made them.
"If it this is what it's been like for Pacey, when him and Joey have had one of their naughty hook-ups, it's no wonder that he can't stop smirking for hours afterwards!" he fleetingly thought to himself and couldn't help but feel a hint of masculine pride, that it was finally happening for himself as well.
Even if it wasn't happening with any of the girls, that he really wanted it to have happened with for the first time.
END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
