Cathy's Chronicles Ch. 02 - Cigar and Motel

Cathy's Chronicles2- Cigar and Motel

After three semesters at SWT I knew the ropes. Or thought I did. Teddy and I weren't going steady any longer, but we still got together to dance, talk, and make out when I went home on weekends. Our experiences at the cabin established a limit he feared to approach, so it was kind of PG 13 making out. Still, he was sweet, and I enjoyed our time together.

He knew I was dating, and I learned he had another high school girlfriend. She was also Czech, like him, also a Brethren Church member, went to a school even tinier than the one he had attended, and was 18 years old. He was twenty-three by then, but her parents loved him, and, like his, her family believed that after a girl graduated from high school she should get married and have children.

To be honest, I was aghast! To the point that I considered taking him back just to break them up! But I wasn't that selfless, so I simply questioned him as I would a misguided child, using what I learned in Abnormal Psychology. I don't know if he caught on, or if he had a change of heart, or if he misread my intentions, but suddenly he was in my hometown every weekend I was, meaning he was talking to my mother about my plans or he was home every weekend and never with his other Kathy, with a K. Turned out it was my mother speaking on my behalf, but at the time I didn't know, and he seemed sad, as if alone again.

That friendly arrangement was going to jump up and bite me on the ass, but that was a few months away, in March. He and I went out often during the holidays, to the point that people started asking if we were back together. I laughed it off, and he did too, but I heard he told them that we were if I wasn't' around.

Okay, I was leading him on, but it was a platonic relationship, not counting the makeout sessions before he took me home. By then I'd made out with enough boys and men to think it was nothing special. After all, I was twenty, would be twenty-one in four months, and I was still a virgin. As long as you define a virgin as a girl who had not had a dick, peter, or cock in her pussy. Or her mouth, for that matter (that seemed GROSS!) Not counting anal, of course.

Actually, once, by accident, shouldn't count, but oh well: he did bury it inside me.

My roommate and her friends from Laredo had friends from a small town near Laredo. Their friends were boys, and though they had apparently 'tried each other on,' none of the girls were going with any of the boys. They were insistent that I meet and date one of their male friends from this little town we shall call Cowtown in my story.

I wasn't interested; I had enough nice boys chasing after me, I didn't really need any bad boys! And from what I heard around campus, their friends from Cowtown and their friends were quintessentially bad boys.

Not that bad boys weren't interesting and kind of exciting to me, but I had Teddy and Bruce, President of the Debate Club, and Lewis, an intramural basketball champion, of sorts, courting me. None were dangerous, they took me places I wanted to go and did things I wanted to do, and stopped when I said to stop, so I was happy enough.

I returned to SWT a week before classes started to buy my books, redecorate my half of the room, and to enjoy a little time to myself. I love my parents, my much (10 and 12 years) older siblings, their children, and Teddy, but enough is enough, and I'd had enough. It seemed like he was everywhere, and that he was close friends with my siblings and their children. They all live in Houston, but my high school boyfriend spending so much time at their homes and at OUR Christmas Party seemed inappropriate!

Unless they all think we're getting back together to get married... which isn't happening! Or at least isn't happening in the foreseeable future! So I went back to SWT, got settled in my newly redecorated dorm room, and tooled around with my dorm buddies.

On this particular cool mid-January day, Lewis called and asked if I'd like to go get a drink at Sonic, and ride around for a while. I was getting ready to go out anyway, so I said sure. After Sonic, he turned north on US 81 and was asking if I'd like to go eat supper with his grandmother in Austin when I spotted my roommate and some of our friends at a house a block over.

"Hey! Anna and our friends are at that house right there!" I practically shouted, while pointing out my window.

He looked over, exited at Lockhart Road, turned right on Barbara Lane, and then pulled in behind a group of girls and guys standing around talking about something that involved pointing and hands-up voting; or so it seemed. A tall man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist was throwing a football to a stocky man who was about 40 yards away, but the tall man joined us when my friends made a big deal out of my unexpected appearance.

I was caught up in a windstorm of chatter, but I did notice the stocky man approaching, tossing the football up in the air and catching it as he walked. He said hey to Lewis, and stood there watching me. I turned back to the group and reengaged, before the stocky one finally asked, "Isn't it considered polite to introduce your friend to your other friends that don't know her?"

There was a flurry of apologies, and Margaret did the introductions. Mike was the tall, broad shouldered one; Babe was the huge one; Neil was the smaller, younger one; and Theo was the stocky one. Theo was also the one they had tried to push on me, so I looked him over more closely.

He was a small bear: broad shoulders with muscled arms, a thick waist and hips, with powerful thighs filling his jeans, and chest hair showing out of this polo shirt. He was NOT my type in any shape or fashion, and I couldn't imagine why they thought he was!

My type was Teddy (also Theodore, as Theo was, I learned): taller, slender, with dark hair, blue eyes, and a hot car! Given the old pickup he drove, Theo met not a single test, and I mentally wrote him off.

Theo had greeted Lewis as an acquaintance, and they were talking about playing basketball. Lewis I could see as a basketball player, but the bear did not look like one. Still, they agreed to a short game, and asked who else was interested. By then, Mike's proposal that they go to The Line, the only nearby place that sold beer, had been adopted, and plans were being made regarding who would ride with who.

Theo and Lewis decided to play a game of one on one, and then we would go on to Austin to his grandmother's and Theo would head to the line. Their friendly one-on-one was more a grudge match, with Theo slowly exerting dominance over the taller Lewis. Though shorter and thicker, Theo jumped higher, was quicker, rebounded better, and stole the ball from Lewis several times, infuriating him.

It was interesting at first, but as it became clear that one was better and the other was getting mad, I became bored. Theo saw me, I guess, and called the game. He was up by ten anyway, so Lewis agreed. Theo then walked over to me, tossed me the basketball, and said, "Think fast!"

I did - I threw one hand forward at the ball and screamed. Unfortunately, it was the hand with my drink in it, and it exploded when it hit the ball. I was pissed and he knew it, but he was profusely apologetic and retrieved a towel to wipe the sticky drink off my hand and the wristband of my sweatshirt.

He was in my doghouse, which Lewis seemed to love, but he talked his way out by asking if I'd like to play, and offering to help me learn when I told him I had never played basketball and didn't know how to dribble or shoot. I had two tutors and lots of very touchy feely instruction, so I calmed down quickly. I never quite got the dribbling thing, but I did learn to shoot, and they complimented me about my hidden athletic abilities.

Theo then suggested we take it to The Line and catch up with our friends, predicting that was where the others were by now. We were all in Lewis' car, but Theo finessed him by offering the open passenger door to me, and sliding in beside me. He got the evil eye from Lewis, but I can't say it was unpleasant being between the two, or that I didn't enjoy Theo's teasing and storytelling all the way to the OST Bar, about ten miles away.

Lewis and I were laughing along with him by the city limits, but after a few minutes I noticed those big thighs of Theo's were pressed against my own (for a small girl) big thighs, and that it felt good.

He was right - they were at the bar and everyone had a drink in front of them. Theo pulled his duffle bag out, carried it in, and got a round of applause from several people, who began pointing at their filled ice only glasses.

Mike was at a booth with Anna, Margaret, and Kelly, and he was the only one on his side of the booth. He signaled for me to take a seat beside him; I did, and Theo quickly slid in beside me. Lewis was consigned to a chair he pulled up from an adjacent table, around which were more of the group, some of which weren't at the house earlier.

There was a glass with ice in front of me, and an empty glass in front of Theo. He pulled a short, squatty bottle out of his bag, poured some in Mike's glass, in Margarets, in Kelly's, and then asked me, "How do you like your Scotch?"

Scotch? I like rum with coke, and whiskey with coke, so I guess I like Scotch with coke. "With coke, please." That drew a round of laughter from the booth and tables, a big grin from Theo, and harassment from Mike. While Theo was calling the waitress over and asking for a coke setup, Mike was educating me.

"That's Chivas Regal! You can drink that expensive stuff straight up or over ice, but not with COKE!"

"I like my drinks mixed with coke; what's wrong with that?" I replied haughtily, and got a lecture on the sin of mixing Chivas Regal Scotch with Coke, or anything, actually. But Theo just took the glass of coke with ice from the waitress and waited for her to leave.

"Is she old enough to drink?" she asked him suspiciously, pointing at me. "To drink Coke? I wasn't aware there was an age limit," then he winked at her to lessen the burn, and got a grudging reply of "Okay, but this is on you if the LCB shows up."

"No problem - she's a tee totaler, Mam." He grinned again, and she grudgingly grinned back, shook her head, and walked away.

He immediately added some of the expensive Scotch to my coke, and poured some in his empty glass. Lewis was drinking a coke too, without alcohol, because he was going to go see Granny.

A half-hour later, I was on my second coke and Scotch and my friends were telling me all about the wonders of tonight's SMF party. The 'Some Mellow Fellows' Social Group (alternately called the Sorry Mother F'ers) had quite a reputation, and I normally wouldn't be caught dead at one of their parties! But all my friends and their friends were going, and I was a little drunk, so I chimed in that I wanted to go too.

Lewis' hang-dog look made me feel bad for a hundredth of a second, but I was in no mood to go see anyone's granny - I was in the mood to PARTY! He said he understood and left, and I saw Mike poking Theo on the shoulder behind me. Both were grinning, and I realized I was a prize in some kind of game that Lewis lost. And then I realized the game, and I was flattered.

There were a lot of girls at OST, and many were prettier than me, yet there had been a joust for my hand. I was pleased, and being between the big, athletic monsters on either side, whose big thighs were against mine, made me a little horny too.

Mike's car was overcrowded on the way back, so I sat on Theo's lap in the back seat. He was gentlemanly, but kept one hand on my hip and the other on my jeans covered thigh, and his cock was ungentlemanly, poking me from the moment I sat on it until I got out at the SMF party - that was at their house! Oh my God - these guys are the dangerous SMFs whose parties I had avoided for a year!

Somehow, that news excited me more than worried me, and the music blaring from inside immediately turned me on! I love music, I love to dance, and, when I'm a little drunk, I like to flirt with strangers!

I walked inside with everyone else, only to be greeted with cheers and yells of "About time! The keg needs tapping and the venison needs cooking, and you jackoffs are out catting around!"

"Yeah, but they brought some fine pussy, so they're excused," yelled another. And then I was dragged into the dance scrum by one of the Strutters from my floor, and I rocked for twenty minutes to 1960s rock and roll, the greatest music that ever blessed man's ears! By then I needed another drink, so I broke away and went looking for Theo.

He was outside, carrying out his duties as host. Having tapped the keg and turned the heat up on the venison on the big grill, he was teaching girls to use the keg, and talking to whoever wanted to, which included a couple of cute girls I kind of knew. I wasn't jealous, per se, but it seemed like he was quick to move on, after spending so much effort hustling me. But when he saw me, he left the group and started working on me again. We walked into the dark behind the carport to his pickup, and he spoke quietly, as if confiding in me.

He snuck the scotch out of his bag, which was on the seat of his pickup, and poured me a drink in the dark so no one could see. "I can't afford to keep this bunch in Chivas, so it's just you, me, and Mike drinking it. Kathy and Margaret changed to Vodka as soon as we got here.

"Unfortunately, I have to keep things rolling until the food is ready, but it looks like you love to dance and are very, very good at it, so have fun and I'll see more of you after we let people eat."

Had I stuck to the Chivas and Coke prepared by Theo, the night might have turned out differently. But probably not. Anyway, I danced, got felt up and kissed, humped from behind on in a few fast dances, and kissed and rubbed on boys I was attracted to; and then I danced some more. I thought nothing of the kissing and rubbing I was doing, until a particularly nice specimen was trying to kiss and rub on pulled away.

He explained, "Look, I'm very attracted to you, but so is Theo, and he's giving me the evil eye. I don't want to fight with that crazy Scotsman, so I'm going to slip away. Maybe you should go get with him, so no one will get hurt tonight."

That kind of pissed me off! Who the hell was he to be claiming me? So I headed for a group of guys, friends of Mike and Theo, who gave me a nice Vodka drink and felt me up but good a while earlier. I wrapped my arm around one, turned my face up for a kiss like we'd kissed before, and got a smile in return.

"Cathy, I had plans to get you drunk, take you out to my car, and give you the fucking you're asking for! And then the word spread that Theo was interested in you, and I changed my mind."

"Why?" I asked, totally confused. "I just met the guy."

"Maybe, but he put a claim on you, and jumping his claim is bad for my body. So why don't you go on over to him and save some poor fool the pain he'll dish out."

Oh, I went over to him, alright, with a full head of steam! He has no right to claim me!

But when I got there he offered me a fresh drink and asked if I'd like to dance. That threw me off: I took the new drink, and then set it down so we could dance. I was kind of mad, but kind of flattered. He had that bad boy reputation, but my friends claimed he was a good guy, and all his actions until now bore that out.

Theo was only okay on the rock and roll, but a wizard on slow dances, and soon I was cuddled up to him like he was Teddy. The difference being that Theo's hands were not properly placed throughout the dance; they were all over me. And then we gave up the pretense, wrapped arms around each other, and basically snuggled and squirmed on the dance floor. Us and pretty much everyone else as it got later and the music slowed down, but this was my first time to abandon all propriety like that. Still, it might be trashy, but it felt good. Really, really good!

I don't know how many times we slow danced - it was kind of a blur, what with moving from song to song while being squeezed and fondled and rubbing on him, without something like a waltz to break spell. I did know it was getting late, and I was glad my friends made me check out of the dorm before we left.

I was drunk and horny and hungry, all of which Theo anticipated. "Are you as hungry as I am? I didn't get to eat, and I noticed you didn't bother. Want to ride down to Carson's and have a chicken fried steak?"

I did: we ate, and then we talked until our waitress started frowning and asking if there was anything else we needed, because some truckers needed a place to sit. Theo paid and we walked to his old truck. "Would you like a cigar? I like to smoke one after a night like this. It kind of smooths things out."

I'd never had a cigar before, so I added another first to my growing list. It wasn't bad, as long as you didn't inhale, which Theo had warned me about, and it did maybe smooth me out. If getting smoothed out makes you hornier. There was something about being with my bad boy/nice guy that made me want to be a bad girl, while remaining pure. Or mostly pure.

By the time we got back to the house the party was over, the music was off, and the house was dark. There was also not a flat surface one could lie on that wasn't already being laid on, including Theo's bed. We tried laying in a recliner together for a few minutes, but that was too uncomfortable to sleep. Or even play around well.

He turned to me and whispered, "This won't work. If you trust me, I'll get us a motel room. I promise I won't try to seduce you."

Another first: sleeping in a motel room with a guy! The Aggie I dated a few times did set me up with a room in a boarding house owned by an old lady. I stayed there before and after a football game he took me to, but he didn't sleep there. That was the closest I'd come before, and here I was agreeing to trust one of those dangerous SMF'ers!

But after talking to him about all kinds of things, knowing he was protecting me from other guys, and, strangely, after being in his arms on the dance floor, I couldn't see the danger in him. He was smart, he was nice, he was protective; he wouldn't rape me. Of that I was sure... or almost sure. Still, I was sleepy and horny and a bed sounded better than the floor or this stupid chair, so I agreed.

The room was the last one available, and it was COLD! The front that came through a few hours ago cooled things off, but this room wasn't cooled, it was cold! Theo ordered me to lie down under the covers with all my clothes on, including my jacket. He found a spare blanket in the closet, covered me, and got in bed dressed but without his jacket. I immediately snuggled as close to him as I could, shivering from the cold, and nerves. I mean, I trusted him, but I wasn't sure I trusted myself.

My 118 pound body was cold on the surface, but burning inside, and I was snuggled as tightly as possible, ostensibly seeking body warmth. I was shivering with the cold, but getting warmer and wetter inside, by the minute.

And then he was kissing my hair; I kissed his neck in return, and he kissed my neck and then my ear. I wiggled further under him, which I didn't know was possible, and wrapped my legs around one of his. His big thigh felt fantastic against my pussy, causing me to rub my crotch against his leg, further exciting my clit. He took the hint and rolled on top of me; I spread my legs and welcomed him between them, but then had to shuck my jacket because I was getting too hot.

What we did for the next hour, on and off, he later told me was 'dry fucking,' meaning clothes stayed on and no juices were exchanged, but we humped each other like we were fucking - dry fucking. Which was my new favorite activity!

Here I am, executing a few more firsts: (1) laying on a bed with a man; (2) wrapping my legs around a man's legs; (3) humping him wildly, remaining on the verge of a major orgasm but unable to achieve more than a few tingles and flutters.

By 2 am, if he had taken my pants and panties off, I'd have humped the big lump in his jeans just as wildly. But apparently, he was a man of his word and did not make a move to get under my clothing, which by 2 I would have gladly shucked - my freezing shivers were replaced by sweat, and I had removed all covers from our co-joined bodies, if you can call clothed bodies co-joined.

Theo and I were a match in so many ways, and I wanted to tell my buddies that they were right about that. We had been drinking, smoking cigars, and panting, but his mouth tasted perfect to me. So did his manly odor, which seemed to grow as we copulated in clothing. I loved the way he touched me, the way he talked to me, and whispered into my ears. I loved his intelligence, his ability to talk about any subject, and I especially loved the adoring looks he gave me.

He was also a good teacher, if subtle. After a few minutes in bed together, he taught me how different it felt when his cock rubbed my puss when my legs were spread, when they were wrapped around his legs, and when they were wrapped around his butt, or even his back! Somehow, angles mattered to Kitty, who managed to completely flood my panties and jeans.

Our only problem was what I deduced as a tiny bladder, because after an hour of mad humping he started getting up and going to the bathroom. He would come back after five minutes or so, we'd kiss, and then go to it again. Fifteen minutes later, he was back in the bathroom for five minutes, and so on and so forth, until we ran out of gas sometime between 3 and 4.

Later he would tell me about 'blue balls,' which happen to men who engage in dry humping for too long without release. Had he told me that night, I'd have been embarrassed, but there is a good chance he could have talked me into providing manual relief. No dicks had ever been in my pussy, but I had handled one before.

When sleep finally came to me, he laid beside me and I cuddled up to him, my head on his big shoulder and his strong arm wrapped around me. I felt safer and more protected than I'd ever felt, and I was lying in a bed with one of those dangerous SMFs.

It just goes to show you that you shouldn't accept reputations without finding out more about the person. Or maybe, after seven years of dating 'safe' boys (excluding the rodeo cowboy and band member) I was ready for a 'bad' boy.

Anyway, we slept together well into the morning (another first!) and when we woke up, there was none of the awkwardness I expected after a night like that. Nope, we were just as comfortable together as we had been before the motel room.

He took me back to his house, we caught hell from my friends and his for spending the night in a motel the first time you even met each other! My best friend were particularly harsh, having spent months trying to hook us up, and having endured my goody two shoes, ice princess morality, which turned out to be not so much 'morality' as the lack of a man who turned me on enough to be bad. Well, maybe not bad, but at least more like everyone else I knew in college.

Anna's smirk did bother me, and when she proposed we go to mass to expunge our sinful behavior in the eyes of the church, I quickly accepted. Last night I was a bad girl; this morning I'm a slightly embarrassed, slightly proud good girl.

After mass, though, we hurried back to the house of sin on Barbara Lane, and kaboom! My innocence was destroyed! Theo was in our recliner, and a pretty, very shapely blonde was perched on his lap! They, and everyone else in the room, were watching a pro football playoff game on TV. Anna went on inside; I paused in the entryway, and then retreated to my car. I drove back to the dorm, changed out of my cute little church dress, and decided that Theo had used me, and that his bad boy reputation was earned! He spends the night with me, humps me for hours, holds me like he cares, and then goes back and starts up with another blonde!

She looked like a slut to me, and they were probably in his bed humping away, with her cute, short little dress lying on the floor with her bra and panties! I was hurt and angry, and I had to admit, jealous! That was another first, of sorts. I was always the dominant partner, less invested in the relationship than the male, so even if he pissed me off, like Teddy with his high school honey, I didn't feel real jealousy.

But being used and traded for another blonde turned me into a green-eyed monster, ready to cut his cock off!

My ire was running low compared to my energy level, so I took a nap and awoke to the phone ringing. I sleepily picked it up, muttered hello, and heard the devil's voice! I almost hung up, but he quickly apologized for me walking in and seeing Mary Jane on his lap, and claimed she had just sat down, uninvited, and that she only did it because there were no seats left. He then claimed that he gave her the recliner, retrieved a chair from outside, and sat in it.

I was ready to shout BULLSHIT, but he sounded sincere, and I caught myself hoping he was. We talked into the night - something else I'd never done before with a boy, or girl - and I was more and more impressed with his intelligence and, as we called it in Psych, his 'verbal communication skills.'

We were still laughing and talking when Anna finally returned to our dorm room, and he asked me for a date on Wednesday, his next day off from his job. When I asked Anna about the bitch in his lap, she told me that all our friends agreed that his story was what really happened, but that the pretty blonde had the hots for him, so I better get my shit together if I was going to compete. I told her I had a date with him Wednesday, and she laughingly said we were double dating with her and one of his friends named Larry. I didn't know whether to be relieved or sad by the double date idea, but it would be safer, I told myself.

For our movie date night I chose my shortest dress, a yellow mini with black trim that ended mid-thigh, and when I sat climbed much higher. But it did cover all the essentials. I knew I was baiting the tiger, but they said to compete, so...

The first movie was Wait Until Dark, and it was as scary as the devil in hell! I clawed his leg through his jeans a few times, and hid my eyes against his chest more than a few times. We went to the 5 o'clock showing, so it was early when it ended. We looked across the square and saw that Doctor Zivago was showing at the other theater, and we all wanted to see it. The music was all over the radio stations, so we hurried over and got tickets just before it began.

The scenery was beautiful, the music was beautiful and relaxing, and I soon found myself with my head on the junction of his big shoulder and chest, and my hand lying on his hard belly. I awoke when this long, long show had an intermission. We went to the lobby, they got in line, and Anna and I went to the restroom.

"You were sleeping on him, with your arm wrapped around him, all of the first half of the movie!" Anna exclaimed with mirth. "You, of all people, acting like a little tart!"

I didn't argue; I just asked if I snored or drooled or did something horrible while I slept. She assured me I didn't, and that I looked cute and content with him holding me. I was not quite embarrassed, though I should have been - I'd never slept with a guy in a movie before, either! But it felt good so I did it, and that would become a problem!

Anyway, I was awake now, and I had a Pepsi full of carbonation, so I would be fine for the second half of the movie. That lasted a full fifteen minutes; then Theo had two drinks, my head on his chest, and my arm around his waist.

When I awoke again the movie was over! I was a little embarrassed then, but their gentle teasing smoothed it out, and Larry took us to his favorite parking place, by the San Marcos River. We chatted all the way there, but that ended as soon as the car stopped. Theo kissed me, and I melted. I don't know why! This is my domain; I may be a virgin, but I love making out and I'm skilled at keeping hands where I want them and not where the boy wants them.

Except Theo put his hand at the hem of my short dress, fingers on my sensitive inner thighs, and instead of slamming them shut and removing his hand, my knees fell apart! He took his time, but he had received the invitation and he happily accepted.

Ten minutes later I was wiggling all over the seat and practically panting, when he didn't have his tongue down my throat, or mine wasn't down his. Anna and Larry abandoned the car, giggling as the they got out and walked toward the riverbank.

I should have been embarrassed but I was too excited to care. My stomach would flutter, I'd get a chill, Kitty would tingle, and my legs would spread wider! 'There's a good chance I'm slut' I realized, and even that didn't bother me. His slow hand was now fractions of an inch from my wet pussy, and the cool air blowing through the open window and over my wet thighs was giving me chills. His hot hand on my cool, wet thighs felt so good I wanted it on my hot, wet pussy!

He finally arrived, by which time I'd rubbed my titties on his arm, his chest, and wherever else I could rub on him, and his other hand was firmly attached to my butt cheek. But still over my panties, just as the side of his hand was firmly pushing my wet panties into my wetter pussy, and he was sliding it up and down. Oh, God, this feels too good to be bad!

I was almost thrusting my pussy at his hand, which was touching the lips on one side because the crotch of my little bikini panties was pressed inside. When he moved his hand, it and the wet panties rubbed over my clit, and I couldn't help the whimpers, whines, gasps, and little cries I emoted.

It wouldn't be long now! Soon he would stick his finger in my needy pussy and rub my clit and I would go insane on his finger! My hand was resting on the wrong leg again, but I was alternately squeezing and stroking his massive thigh. My back began arching of it's own accord, I whimpered "Oh God" and Theo's tongue raped my mouth as my orgasm built to crescendo!

"Cathy," came the voice from outside, "We've got to go or the dorm will be locked up and we'll be in big trouble."

I did NOT want to go - I wanted to keep going, to see how an orgasm caused by a boy feels! So Larry got a great shot of my wet thighs and panties when he opened the door and the light came on, because my legs were still wide apart! Theo pulled his hand away, pulled my dress down, and gave me his sweet, affectionate smile.

Anna got in, turned around to face us and said, "So, when you two have kids, are you going to tell them that you slept with their dad on your first two dates? First night in the motel, second in the movie theater."

"I can't," I admitted, "because Saturday wasn't a date - I came with another guy and he picked me up!"

The driver and passengers collapsed in laughter, and I thought, 'God, I've gone from Ice Princess to horny slut in four days, and it's all thanks to your permissive policy toward my needs! I'm still waiting for you to say STOP.'

We cuddled on the way to the dorm, and I quickly said yes when Theo asked if I'd like to ride to the lake with him after classes tomorrow. I know I'm going to putty in his hands again, and with the damn dorm curfew much later, at eleven! So tomorrow would be a good chance to test my limits!

And boy, did I!

(No not that; that comes later!)