“If you think that’s bad, wait till the movie comes out. The new trailer for the movie will be introduced at Comic-Con in Tampa, Florida this weekend. That’ll kick off the advertising for the film. My life will only get more complicated over the next few months.”
“Poor baby,” Pam teased.
“Now let’s get back to my original point. I was talking about my goals and how a relationship wasn’t part of them. I mistakenly thought I needed someone in my life to make me complete in some way. Not that at some point, way into the future, I won’t need that. What I figured out was that I have to be happy with myself before I can seriously commit to someone. Right now I plan to date several different girls. What I hoped Beth would do was explain that, even though I might not pick anyone to be ‘the one,’ I am capable of having a good time with several girls,” I said.
“Was that one at a time, or all at once?” Beth asked.
“BETH!” Mrs. A screeched.
“Careful how you answer that,” my mom warned.
“I may have phrased that wrong,” I admitted.
That got me out of trouble. I should have just said all that this morning, but I had a brain cramp or something. I sat down next to Beth, and then Pam sat on my lap.
“Hi, David,” Pam said with a cheeky grin.
Beth rolled her eyes at me.
“Hi, Pam,” I said.
“I want to be your date to Michigan this weekend,” she said.
“I’m not doing that anymore. This weekend is just the guys. Our parents aren’t even going.”
“Did the Wesleyan girls ruin it by what happened on the last trip?” Pam asked.
She alluded to us having to rescue Missy at the fraternity.
“No, they didn’t. We decided that we needed to focus on the visit, and with everyone coming we weren’t doing that,” I lied.
Rescuing Missy had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. With everyone else there, I was more worried about them than I was about the football program and campus. I wanted to go to Michigan and have some fun. I didn’t want to go on a raid of a fraternity house in the middle of the night or find my two best friends naked in my bed.
Pam leaned forward and blew her hot breath on my neck, which woke up Mr. Happy.
“So, you never answered Beth’s question,” she said.
Beth covered her mouth and tried not to laugh. Tracy saw my expression, came over and rescued me from Pam.
“We need to get going,” Tracy announced.
When Pam got off my lap, I jumped on Beth and tickled her. We ended up almost breaking the coffee table when she pushed me off of her and I grabbed her as I rolled off the couch. I bench-pressed her when she tried to give me a hickey. Mom quickly stopped us before we destroyed her living room with our roughhousing. I think that was a direct quote.
◊◊◊ Tuesday September 22
Brook waited for me after practice.
“You ready for another adventure?” she asked.
If it was anything like skydiving, I was more than ready.
“Sure,” I said as we got into the Jeep.
Brook directed me to the state road out of town. On the ride, she wanted to talk about Saturday night.
“I was pissed when you didn’t want to have sex with me to get revenge on Ken.”
I felt my temper flare.
“Hang on, that turned out to be a terrible idea. Afterward, I felt awful about even being a part of it. Plus, the first time I have sex with you will not involve other people. It’ll just be the two of us,” I said.
“I’m not sure I want to have sex with you. From what you said last night, I would just be part of your harem. I’m not some booty call!”
I bit my tongue and went quiet. I think that was precisely what Ken had thought.
It was probably good that our ride was so long. It gave us a chance to cool off. She made me pull into McDonald’s. I tried to avoid fast food, but my stomach felt like it was ready to chew its way out to find food. We ate as we finished driving to our destination. It turned out to be a motocross track.
I’d always wanted a motorcycle! I probably looked like the Joker, my smile was so big. Currently racing were little kids who must not have been more than ten. Their dirt bikes roared as they jumped the hills on the course. Brook had to pull me away to go get signed up and into the proper gear.
We walked into the office, which was a combination motorcycle shop and where they managed the track. The girl behind the desk told us that they rented gear and bikes. She took one look at me and shook her head.
“I don’t think we have any rental gear that’ll fit you.”
“I don’t think I want to wear rented gear either,” Brook said.
The girl took us over to where they had motocross gear. Bright yellow racing pants were all that they had that were long enough. The girl went into the back and found a matching jacket. While that was going on, Brook found their leather section.
“David,” she called across the store as she held up some leather pants.
I walked over, and she handed them to me.
“Go try these on,” Brook ordered.
I figured I would humor her because she had brought me to this little spot of heaven. I went to the dressing room and learned that putting on leather pants wasn’t like putting on regular pants. I had to work to get them on. I think the legs were designed for someone smaller than me, even though they were my size. They didn’t give like jeans would have. When I finally got them up, the issue became getting them buttoned up and the fly zipped. I worked at it and finally got it done, but my family jewels gave me a warning that they were not staying trapped like that for very long.
I came out, and Brook shook her head.
“Take your t-shirt off so I can see.”
I took it off, tossed it to her and did some of my model poses.
“Mom, get out here,” the girl called.
“What’s so important that you have to yell?” her mother said, and then saw me. “Oh!”
I glanced over at a mirror and did a double take. I felt these pants were tight, but they looked like a second skin.
“We’ll take them,” Brook announced.
“He needs a leather jacket to go with it,” the mom said.
The girls grabbed one off the rack, and I tried it on. The sleeves were too short. They didn’t have anything that would fit. If the arms were long enough, the jacket was too big.
“We could special order and get everything to fit correctly,” the girl offered.
I looked at Brook, and she nodded.
“If I’m doing this, so are you. I want to see you in tight leathers,” I said and waggled my eyebrows.
She licked her lips and just nodded. When the girl came out, her mom opened up a catalog that might have been four inches thick. I didn’t have time for this. I wanted to ride.
“I’m going to change into the gear so we can ride. Can we pick out clothes later?” I asked.
“You’ll need help getting out of those pants,” the mom said as she followed me into the dressing room.
I figured she was just being a perv, but she was right. Once I got them over my hips and my underwear firmly back in place, she had to peel the leather pants off like it was a snake skin. I ended up lying on the floor while she grabbed the waistband and pulled. They ended up coming off inside out.
When someone does you a solid like that, you learn their name. Ellen and her daughter Betty were the two helping us. Ellen had already seen me in my boxers, so I let her measure me. I put on my motocross pants, and Ellen went out to get my t-shirt from Brook. I finished getting dressed and thought I looked like a big banana in my yellow outfit.
Brook reminded me to get my GoCam. I wasn’t sure I wanted video evidence for my mom to see, but Brook insisted. Betty took us out to the track and showed us the bikes we would be using. They were Yamaha YZ250Fs. They were bigger than what the younger kids were riding. Betty made us run around a short track before she let us loose on the main one. By now, most of the younger kids were done and having snacks and drinks.