Her ex, Bill Rogers, had done something to her that had caused her to change. Whatever it was, it was holding her back from giving me her heart. I knew she cared for me and she hadn’t dated anyone else, but there was always doubts that lurked in the back of my mind, that little voice that told me she wasn’t really mine; that Tracy only used me to heal herself. I was afraid I was her rebound.
I wanted to talk to Tami about this. The rebound would explain so much. The thing that sucked was the rebound guy never got a real chance. I was probably stupid for seeing her now. I should have waited and let some other poor sap go through this phase of her healing. Tracy saw me; her smile momentarily lifted my sadness. I dropped my book bag. She was seated on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. I sat down and she gave me peck on the cheek.
“David, we need to talk.”
Those four words are every man’s nightmare. All my insecurities about our budding relationship came flooding back in that instant. This was it, she was going to dump me. She saw the pain in my face, closed the distance between us and gave me a hug.
“I’m sorry, it’s nothing bad. God, the look on your face, you’d think I was leaving you.”
She could see from my expression she got it right.
“I just wanted to talk to you about this weekend,” she explained.
“Oh, sorry. I’m just feeling a little fragile today. Can you make me a promise? Can you never use the ‘we need to talk’ line on me? Every time I hear it, I cringe.”
“I promise. Are you okay?”
“Now that I know you aren’t dumping me, yes. What do we need to talk about concerning this weekend?”
“I want you to be clear we’re not officially boyfriend and girlfriend. And before you say anything ...” she said as she put her finger over my mouth to keep me from talking, “this weekend you may have the opportunity to hook up with someone. If that happens, I want you to have a good time.”
I think she expected me to fight her on this. But that simple declaration crystalized in my mind that we weren’t going to make it. Whenever a girl tries to pawn you off on another girl, it means that your relationship is over. She was trying to make herself feel better by finding her replacement. The sad part was most of us don’t even realize it until it was too late. The funny thing was now that I knew we weren’t going to last, I relaxed. I had two choices. End it now, or enjoy what was left. I picked option two. I felt my spirits lift.
“Okay, if you want me to bag some college chick, I will. Do you want me to give you details?”
I saw the smile leave her face and her eyes cloud over as she realized what she’d just done.
“I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“That’s okay. Let me know if you do. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”
She bit her bottom lip and no longer would meet my eyes.
“No.”
I got up and headed for my bedroom.
“Okay, I’m tired. Tomorrow’s a big day, so I need to get to bed. You’re welcome to join me.”
I didn’t wait to find out what her answer was. I undressed and crawled into bed. I’d given up and almost drifted off to sleep when I felt my bed move. I was surprised when she didn’t touch me. I lay there for a while, and I heard her softly crying. I rolled over and looked at her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I’m losing you, aren’t I?”
Why lie?
“Yes.”
“I’ve been such a bitch. You’re the nicest, most loving, thoughtful guy I’ve ever met, and I’m messing this up. When you asked if I wanted details, I understood what I did to you. I came in to say I’m sorry.”
“Look, tomorrow’s a big day. I’m going with your dad to Kentucky. Sunday, Tami leaves. Let’s get together on Monday and work this out.”
“David, when you step onto that plane and until you come back, let’s consider ourselves on a break. I’m serious. If you bang fifty hot college babes while you’re away, I’m fine with that.”
I felt better. Maybe we could make it.
“Your poor dad isn’t going to know what to do when they start lining up. Do you think your mom will give him a get-out-of-jail-free card for the weekend?”
“David!”
I closed the gap between us and kissed her. She could kiss. She arched her neck, so I could give her little butterfly kisses from her neck to between her breasts. I felt a warmth and pleasure that this beautiful creature was in my arms and needed me. She pulled my head back up and we kissed for what seemed like days. I kissed her lips, her jaw, and her neck. I rubbed her arms, caressed her cheek.
I reached between us to see if she was ready and found she was. I quickly put on a condom and slid home as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I gripped her hips and I ground her body against me. Her moans got louder. I looked up to see my window was open. Oh well, showtime. Moonlight filtered through the curtains as it kissed Tracy’s skin. I could never walk away from this. We were perfect together.
I would like to say we went several rounds, but all the pent-up emotions drained us both when we finally came. The last thing I remembered, before falling asleep, was Tracy had wrapped her arms around me with her head on my shoulder.
Chapter 15 – Can We Do That Again?
Friday September 27
I woke up to find two girls in my bed. Tami had joined us sometime last night. She slowly stroked my morning wood. I arched my eyebrows and she winked at me. I let her have her fun. She quickly had me on the edge. Tracy woke up and gave Tami a dirty look.
“What are you doing to my man?”
I chose that moment to climax. Both girls shrieked at the first jet and then broke into giggles. Tracy gave her a mock scowl.
“Give me that, Rookie.”
She grabbed a condom and gave me a few strokes to make sure it wasn’t going down. She put on the condom and she straddled me. She gave a satisfied grunt as she bottomed out. I leaned over and gave Tami a quick kiss. I grinned when I saw that Tami was embarrassed.
“I think I like the new you. Naked sleepovers, playing with me, a little threesome. You’re the best friend ever.”
“Whoa there, ‘stupid boy,’ nobody said anything about threesomes.”
Tracy scoffed.
“Hate to break it to you, but giving a guy a hand job and then watching another girl take him is a threesome. I bet if you ask real nice he’ll pop that cherry of yours.”
Tami’s eyes got big.
“Don’t even think about it, David. It’s not happening today.”
“I’ll wait. I need to get you something for Christmas anyways.”
Tami grabbed my pillow and tried to smother me. I had no idea the lack of oxygen could cause such an intense orgasm. It felt like I had a seizure, the way my whole body quaked. Luckily, Tami got concerned and pulled the pillow off my face or I might have blacked out. They both looked at me as I shuddered from the aftereffects. I finally was able to put a coherent sentence together.
“Oh my God! Can we do that again?”
OUR SMALL TOWN WAS a bedroom community for the city that housed the State University. A majority of the professors and their families lived here. The surrounding area was dotted with farms. I liked that everybody was friendly. There was a mix of intellectuals, who worked at the university and area tech firms, and blue-collar people. You never had to worry about locking your doors. The only bad thing was if you did anything wrong, it beat you home.
A small town like this loved high school football. Being a football player meant everyone knew you. If you don’t believe me, try to walk all six blocks of our downtown with a player. It would take you over an hour to get from one end to the other. With all the idol worship, it was surprising how down-to-earth most of the players were. Were there some that thought they’re God’s gift? Surprisingly, very few, because the rest of the team would take care to knock those players off their pedestals.