The Unexpected Girlfriend Ch. 07

Chapter 6 is here.

This is an additional later scene that takes place in May 1976. They are still on the paper together but they haven't been lovers in a long time. I put this in Non-erotic because it's mostly dialogue with no physical contact. It's not a romance because it's almost "anti-romantic" or perhaps post-romantic.

VPL of course stands for Visible Panty Line. There are so many abbreviations out there that no one could know them all.

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Late one afternoon, I went into The Salient office and found that Nora was the only person there.

Her appearance was much more professional than it had been a couple of years earlier. That day she was wearing a gray blazer, a white blouse, and tight dark blue trousers. She had cut her hair back when I was still with her, and she had some makeup on. Overall, she looked like she was actually at a job rather than working for free on a student publication.

She seemed to be bustling around a lot, making phone calls and typing at times. I guessed that she might be doing a feature story that required some research. What I didn't know was that she was in a sour mood about something. In contrast, sometimes she could be very cordial to me. I didn't always know what frame of mind she'd been in when dealing with her.

After she had briefly greeted me, I sat at one of the main tables in the center of the room. I was mostly there to kill some time and avoid going home.

My previous girlfriend, Michelle Hanley, had also broken up with me in a very abrupt way months earlier. Her best friend, my "side girl" Judy, had decided to opt out too, which shouldn't have surprised me. Michelle had fixed her up with a friend of the guy she had left me for.

It was difficult for me to adjust to that long dry spell after about a year and a half of good times. Can one return to being a virgin again, if enough time goes by? It did feel like my difficult freshman year when I couldn't land a single date and I resorted to jerking off in various college restrooms. That was until Nora surprised me near the end of the semester.

By the spring of 1976, Nora was going through some romantic problems of her own. She had broken up with her boyfriend earlier in the month. That was the guy after the one who had suddenly replaced me. She didn't give any details because she didn't talk much about her private life. Meanwhile, I sometimes blabbed and complained about my situations and my ex-girlfriend gladly listened to my gossip.

It was surprising how unstable college affairs could be. I always naively thought that they were "open-ended" but I had been blindsided twice by that time.

Nora and I got into some small talk. At one point I said, "It looks like both of us are single again." I was half-serious when I said, "Maybe the two of us should get together again."

She scoffed at me. "That is a completely ridiculous idea. You must be really hard up for some poontang."

That was a bit much. "You always could be direct, that's for sure." I wasn't joking that time.

"You've heard that expression, 'When you discover that you are riding a dead horse, the best strategy is to dismount.' The wisdom of the Dakotas, apparently. Now you want to -- and this can be taken in several ways -- remount. Well, I mean remount me!"

"You can't blame me for trying."

"I can blame you for being so clueless. Get your act together like you did a couple of years ago and find another girl." She was referring to the now departed -- from my life anyway -- Michelle whom I had met in the fall of 1974.

Her statement struck me as hostile. Even though I knew it wouldn't work, I tried to make my case. "Nora, we were really good together, if you remember." Yeah, for just over four months.

She set about teasing me -- or mocking me -- in a rather blatant way. "I'm sure you're thinking of our sexual encounters rather than the overall relationship. Like, you must remember this from our heyday."

She went over to an open window on the west wall and bent over the sill. Then she raised her backside and began to slowly move it back and forth. Her rear end pressed against the tight blue cloth of her business-like trousers.

"Oh yeah, I certainly remember that little stunt of yours."

It was a gimmick she had used on me at various times. "Fluffing" was her term for it. Nearly two years earlier we had both been wearing jeans as she looked out that same window. I had gone up to her from behind and pressed my crotch against her swaying ass.

In sessions before that one, we had taken our pants down before we rubbed against each other's bare bodies.. That time in 1974, we kept them up and I soon ejaculated into my own drawers as I gripped her hips.

I had to remind myself to stay seated on that day two years later. There was a tightness in my throat and a stiffening in my cock. I could vividly imagine how she could bring me to a climax with just the movements of her behind. You wanted her from the first moments you ever saw her entering our history class.

She giggled and looked back at me. "So what do you think?"

I wanted to say, this is one of your old whore tricks I know about. She had adopted the technique in her hooking days. Instead, I did the best I could. "I don't see any VPL. How did you manage that? A thong or no panties?"

"I'm not going to tell you that!"

But there was no humor in her voice. It was something more like defiance or maybe disdain for me. My anger against her was rising and I wanted to challenge her.

"How about I come over there and we can recreate that scene right now?"

She stood up and faced me. Her nastiness, which I knew she was capable of, was unmistakable. "You try that and I'll kick you in the nuts."

My reply was weak. "I never knew you were a cock-tease."

She was leaning against a desk with her arms crossed. "I'm not! But I do have a question for you."

"Okay, lay it on me."

"How often have you masturbated while thinking of me?" I had done that quite often over the years, but I didn't want to discuss it with her.

"That's none of your business. How many times have you thought of me?"

She sneered, "Never! Is never good enough for you?" She had to pile it on. "I'm sure you're going to do it tonight, and I know what you'll be thinking of."

"Sweetie, you have no idea what I'll think." I wanted to use a term harsher than sweetie, but I was struggling to control my emotions against her.

She was actually wagging a finger at me. "I know you've always wanted to take me anally." I knew she had done that about three times with clients, but never with me. "Then you'll imagine belting me on my bare ass. You know, keep this bad girl in line. Then you'll have me cowgirl you because my behind will be too sore for anything else."

That was quite elaborate. Her implication was that I was capable of forcing myself on her, but the accusation made me more upset.

I faked being calm. "If you wish, I could simply smack you on the seat of your nice blue trousers." Then I had to top myself. "It will be good and hard anyway, believe me."

"You really want that kick from me, don't you?"

I had enough, and I used a term I had made up for her first appearance in that history class. "My Queen Nora, why don't you just shut up already?"

Maybe women can always perceive implied threats against them. Instead of yelling at me, she got calm and quiet. That was more menacing than being loud would have been. "You really should get out of here now."

I tried to rally, but I didn't do it well. "Why? I'm just as much a part of this newspaper as you are."

"I'm serious, I want you out of my presence, immediately."

She had some unstated threat in mind to use against me, and I knew it was time to quit the field. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, but I did. "Okay, your Majesty, I'm going, if that is what you want."

Outside, in front of the building, I wasn't in a good state of mind. I was as angry at my ex-girlfriend upstairs as I had once been with Lilith. However, the latter was part of a complicated issue. Nora had bugged me with just a few words.

How dare she treat me like those losers who used to come to her for their pathetic relief. I remembered how unnecessarily unpleasant she had been in our first semester together.

I couldn't stand the tension I felt within myself, and I had to walk it off. After I turned south on Amsterdam, I went as far as 96th and Broadway in one swoop.

As I had coffee at a fast food place, I remembered a fantasy I had never told her about. Right after she dumped me, I imagined tying her up in The Salient office and forcing her to watch me copulate with that cute brunette Linda. The latter was new at the time.

Don't worry sweetie, I'll undo the knots before I go; I wouldn't just leave you here. I'll take that duct tape off your mouth too. I couldn't properly screw Linda if you were sitting there yelling at me.

I had no idea of how I managed to get all of that done in the first place, but I could make up whatever I wished. She got rid of me for her own reasons, hadn't she?

But Jesus, how could I have imagined anything like that bondage fantasy? But I couldn't deny the truth of my own thoughts.

That night, I whacked off twice with fantasies from my Nora archives. Maybe I should have been ashamed, but it all felt great. Then I remembered something she had once said to me. Yeah, I guess you were right. I'm not such a nice guy after all.

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The distance from City College to 96th is over a mile-and-a-half.

His first meeting with Michelle is in the still unfinished series My Year with Michelle. Judy narrates her own story in Judy's Late Coming of Age.