“Whatev,” Tracy fired back.
Our food came, and I talked to them about moving to LA.
“Cindy has gotten busy and has the condo close to ready. When do you gals plan to move in?” I asked.
“Probably the middle of August. We and Cassidy were talking about spending at least a week to get settled before school started,” Pam shared.
“Tell Lexi when you finally decide, and I’ll get the Mustang delivered.”
“Someone’s getting lucky tonight,” Tracy all but purred.
“Back off. You just got to play with him at your lake house. He asked me out tonight,” Pam told her friend.
“We could share him,” Tracy suggested.
“Do I get a vote in this?” I asked.
At that point, Mr. Happy suggested I shut up because he REALLY wanted them both.
“No. You just get me tonight,” Pam said.
I sincerely hoped that this was how college would be. None of this expecting or wishing you would score after your date. It should be all spelled out up front. As soon as I thought that, the big brain reengaged. It knew better than to ever believe a woman knew what she wanted before a date. My wish was a pipe dream, at best.
“You know our boy. You won’t be enough to satisfy him. I’ll even wait until you beg him to stop,” Tracy said, making a reasonable request.
“IF, and that’s a big if, he needs more, I’ll call you,” Pam said.
“But I’m your best friend,” Tracy tried.
“Maybe when I thank Jocelyn …” I began.
“I was only kidding when I suggested that. You don’t want to just be another notch in her lipstick case. Maybe we can hook up before you leave,” Tracy said, whether to console me or get me back on track, I wasn’t sure.
Pam stuck her tongue out at her best friend.
“He loves me best.”
I was reconsidering having told her that. Then she smiled at me, and it all came back to me.
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We dropped Tracy off since she claimed she had to study for finals. Both Pam and I did too, but Chrissy’s article jumped to mind. It was best to have some stress relief before we delved into test-taking.
I’d been told Friday that if my grades held, I would be valedictorian; I had no doubt they would. Vice Principal Palm requested I write out my speech for him to review. I planned to do that tonight. Well, I guess not exactly: I decided I would just do an Internet search and find one that looked okay. I would give that to him on Monday to get him off my back.
I didn’t plan to do anything controversial, but I wasn’t in the mood for the school administration to tell me what I could or couldn’t say.
Then I had a brilliant idea: I would ask my publicist to come up with something. If I paid him anyway, why not put him to work? At the very least, he always had good ideas that I might craft into my speech.
Once we got to my apartment, Pam looked shocked.
“I guess I knew you were leaving after next weekend, but this just made it real.”
There were boxes stacked along the walls, all labeled as to what was to go where.
“I fly to London next Sunday night to start filming.”
Pam got a little teary-eyed, which affected me. My schedule was to film my movies and then go to Oklahoma for school starting spring semester. I might only see her when I visited our new home in Malibu. She was someone I would miss.
“We’ll stay in touch through video chat,” I assured her. “Plus, you’re about to go off on a grand adventure of your own. You’ll meet all kinds of people when you go to Loyola Marymount. Tracy and Cassidy will be there too.”
“I know. It’s just a lot of change.”
I could understand why she was worried. In addition to going off on my own to football, baseball, and modeling camps, I’d also filmed several projects that took me away from home. Pam had never been away from her mom. Once she moved out and began to live on her own, it would be daunting. She might even get homesick. But I was confident that she would be okay with her friends around her.
I suggested we watch a movie on streaming video. Pam agreed, so I made us some popcorn and got us drinks as we settled on the couch. The movie started, and she gave me a shy look.
“Can Mr. Happy come out to play?” she asked as she grasped him through my jeans.
Even though I’d expected this, she caught me off guard. Usually, Pam wasn’t the aggressive type. On top of being mildly surprised, I was a little irritated with Lisa Felton for sharing in her personal blog that I’d named my dick. Though I guess I should really have been irritated with Alan, since he’s the one who posted her diary for the entire school to see.
“Slow down, Pam.”
I said one thing, but my hips rocked upward to increase the contact. I sucked in my breath as she worked to open my zipper. Pam reached into the opening of my boxers, and her fingers grazed my package.
“Wow,” was all I got out before she had my pants undone.
Before I was able to utter another word, she’d twisted around and grabbed my jeans and boxers. I lifted my butt and let Pam pull them down my hips. Mr. Happy stood and waved at her seconds before she wrapped her hand around him. I had visions of dead kittens and math equations going through my head to keep me from embarrassing myself right then.
Pam ruined my cool when she leaned down and took me into her mouth.
“Frick!” I moaned, giving my warning right before I unleashed.
Pam came up coughing.
“What the hell, David?” she complained.
“I told you to slow down,” I said and then tried a different approach. “You’re just too hot. Besides, now I’ll last longer.”
She gave me a calculated look. In turn, I gave her my best sexy smile.
“How come you’re wearing more clothes than me?” I asked playfully.
“If I’m too hot with my clothes on …” she said with raised eyebrows.
“I promise to make it up to you.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, it’ll be worth your while,” I assured her.
Pam got off the couch and did a little striptease for me. It reminded me why my California surfer girl had come in second in the Miss California Teen contest. She was smoking hot.
“Wow,” I said again.
“Hold that thought,” I continued as I jumped up and ran to my bedroom to get a condom.
I put it on and had her get onto the couch with her legs spread. I wanted to make sure she was ready, so I began oral ministrations on her. Pam and I had been together enough that we knew what to do to each other to furnish pleasure. She began to squirm from my efforts.
“I want you inside of me. Now!” Pam cried as her orgasm took her.
She was breathtaking, lost to her own pleasure. It took all my willpower to wait for her to catch her breath. When I thought she had come back to earth, I took Mr. Happy into my hand and pressed into her entrance. I waited for a second, even though it took every ounce of my self-control to hold off until she was ready. Pam looked me in the eye and gave me a little nod. With a steady push, I thrust all the way in.
This was it. Nirvana. Bliss. Me. Right now. Us together, at this moment. Her wet heat wrapped around me. It all felt so incredibly good.
Her fingers threaded their way into my hair. I grabbed her hips and tentatively pushed. I watched for the signs that she had adjusted to my invasion and made little movements in and out until I saw her relax. The moment she was ready, I began to thrust.
As we made love, she became an active participant. Pam adjusted her hips so I would sink deeper. It became a team effort as she rose to meet me, and from there we set a steady pace. The goal was a marathon session, not a sprint, at that point.
Pam and I always meshed well sexually. The giving and receiving of pleasure had been our goal from the first time we shared our bodies. I took a moment to lean back and observe my defined abs going down to where we were joined. Her body under me was glorious. I loved the sight of pure bliss on her face as her breasts made a little wobble each time we came together.