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Flawed Logic

By: gorgeousgypsygirl



 This story begins in October 1999. Please keep that in mind as you read, as some references date from that period. Also, this is a long story, so if you're looking for something with lots of action and no plot, you might want to look elsewhere. Thanks! GGG

Deanna was bored and lonely. She wasn’t a very popular student at her local high school, and while she had a closely-knit group of friends, it was Friday night, and they were all out with their respective boyfriends. Don’t get me wrong… Deanna wasn’t a loser, or anything of the sort. She generally had a male hanger-on of her own, but the previous month, her boyfriend of two months (she could never seem to keep them around for much longer than that) had broken up with her. Deanna wasn’t depressed; he hadn’t been that great of a guy, anyway. Things were much better now that they were the stereotypical “just friends.”

She sighed and flipped on the laptop her father had bought her for her 18th birthday. She wanted to talk to someone. She managed to get onto AOL (which on a Friday night, was hard enough), then decided to go visit her and her friends’ favorite chat room. Unfortunately, Deanna either didn’t know, or didn’t care to talk to, any of the current chatters, so she quickly left before any of them had a chance to capitalize on the fact that she was there.

Deanna began to browse web pages, searching to see which of her favorite bands had albums upcoming. One of them, Bush, was about to come out with a new one, so she went to their official site to see what she could find out. While she was there, a new IM appeared on her screen. The name was unfamiliar, but Deanna was a typical, curious teen-ager, so she read it.

"hi. I see your from Kansas city too.” read the anonymous message from someone named ‘blondmexican79.’

“Great,” Deanna growled to herself. “Just when I want human companionship, I get an illiterate someone who knows nothing more than how to state the bleeding obvious.”

Deanna was at the top of her class and was known to be a stickler for proper English in writing. So she sent a message back.

“A/S/L?”

“20/M/you know that already” came the reply. “U?”

“18/F/ditto… how did you find me?”

“through your profile. how are you?”

“You really want to know, or do you just want the polite answer?”

“I think I'd really like to know, if you don’t mind.”

“That’s fine. I’m actually bored. All my friends are out on dates.”

“I'm sorry. that’s where all my friends are tonight, too.”

“Do you mind using a few capital letters? It’s driving me crazy. And how come you’re not on a date yourself?”

Deanna asked that last question with a giant hesitation in her mind. She still figured this guy to be a blithering idiot who probably weighed 400 pounds and had never been on a date in his life.

“Sure. My girlfriend dumped me, and my car’s in the shop.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. How long had you been together?”

“A year and eight months.”

“Wow! I can never keep a boyfriend for more than two months myself.”

“So how come you’re not on a date?”

“Pretty much the same reason, except for the fact that my car is in working condition.”

“Oh. So what do you look like?”

Deanna paused. She always hated this part of online conversations, simply because every time she told a guy what she looked like online, she came out sounding like a supermodel when, in fact, she had moderately bad acne and wasn’t all that pretty in person. At least, she didn’t think she was.

“You go first.” she finally replied.

“All right,” blondmexican79 said. Apparently he wasn’t nervous at all. “I’m 6’ tall, blond hair, blue eyes, 215 pounds. Your turn.”

Deanna grimaced.

“I’m 5’10”, blonde hair, blue eyes, 115 pounds.”

“God! You sound gorgeous!” came the answer that Deanna had been dreading.

“I’m not finished. I’ve got zits all over my face, and my elementary school nickname was ‘Deanna Banana’ because I’m so skinny.”

“LOL,” blondmexican answered. “I bet you’re gorgeous, you’re just trying to be modest. Do you have a pic?”

“Nope, do you?”

“Nope.”

“Well, then, you’ll just have to take my word for what I look like.”

“OK. What do you like to do?”

Deanna groaned. Here was the point where the idiot tried to get her to ‘cyber.’ She was a bit of a nympho, and she enjoyed the interaction occasionally, but never on demand.

“Well, I like to go to the mall (doesn’t every girl?), I like to go to the movies, and I love playing pool.”

“Really? I’m a bit of a pool shark myself. You know where 8-Ball is?”

“Yeah, I’ve been there a few times.”

“I’m in there all the time. I bet you’ve seen me, you just don’t remember.”

“Maybe. So what do you like to do?”

“Other than play pool? I’m taking classes at the community college, but that’s about it.”

“No job?”

“Looking for one. Quit my last one because they wouldn’t give me the hours I wanted.”

“That sucks.”

“Where do you work?”

“I’m a hostess at one of those elite restaurants your folks always say they want to go to, but can’t afford.”

“Wow! How’d you get that job?”

“Right place at the right time, I guess. It helped that I’ve been setting appointments for my dad’s law practice for years.”

“Who’s your dad?”

“Ever heard of Dewey, Cheatham, and Howe?”

“Yeah… right up there with Larry, Moe, and Curly. Tell me that’s not actually the name of the firm.”

“LOL It isn’t, but you’d be surprised how many people it fools. He works for himself, out of a small office downtown. That’s why he had to hire me to help him. No one wants to work for a two-man firm.”

“Well, that hostessing thing’s still a cool job.”

“I like it, and the hours are great, since they close the front doors at 9.”

“That’s early.”

“Makes it harder to get a table, which is what ‘elite’ is all about.”

“I guess. So what’s your name?”

Deanna hesitated again. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to give ‘blondmexican’ her name, even if she was finding him surprisingly easy to talk to. He was just what she had needed on this cold October night. He must have sensed her hesitation, because he gave her his name first.

“I’m Miguel. Miguel Rodriquez.”

“Is that like Bond, James Bond?”

“Sure, except I look nothing like him.”

“Well, yeah… I guess I can give you my name. Deanna Parker.”

“Deanna. I like that. Deanna Parker the gorgeous blond.”

“Whatever. Speaking of blondes, your name says you’re Mexican, so how can you have blond hair?”

“My mom’s American, about as blonde as you can get. It’s just my dad that’s Mexican.”

“Oh, OK.”

“Hey, one of my friends just showed up. We’re gonna go play pool. Wanna come?”

“Not a chance!” Deanna was appalled that this unknown boy had just asked her to come out, alone, on a Friday night, to meet him and a friend. “If we ever meet, and that’s a BIG ‘IF,’ I’m bringing my friends along.”

“Sounds fair. So if I give you my number, will you call me?”

“Probably not,” answered Deanna honestly. “But I’ll try to get online about this time tomorrow night if you want to talk again.”

“Ok. Later!”

“Bye.”

Miguel signed off, and Deanna closed the window, which left her staring at a blank screen. She wondered who, exactly, this Miguel guy was and decided to look up his profile. She started a profile search and typed in his screen name. All the basics that she had already learned were there, as well as the fact that he had graduated from the same high school she currently attended. She went over to her bookshelf and pulled down her sophomore yearbook. She figured he would have graduated that year, so she began looking through the seniors. When she got to the ‘R’s, she slowed down, running her finger under all the pictures. No Rodriquez at all. She frowned, then had a thought. She wondered if he had been held back and actually graduated a year ago. She pulled down her junior yearbook (senior pictures were always better than those crappy photos school photographers took) and began searching the seniors again. This time, she hit the jackpot.

“Whoa,” she said softly to herself as she found Miguel Rodriquez’ picture. She wondered how she hadn’t known him, or at least known OF him. He was hot! He wasn’t skinny, but had his muscular arms crossed in front of a strong chest. He was wearing a polo shirt and blue jeans in the picture, and his face was staring slightly to the left of the camera, but there was enough detail for Deanna to tell it was a very handsome face. He did, in fact, have blond hair – the blue eyes she’d have to trust him on – and his face was round and open. Dimples lurked on either side of his mischievous mouth, which framed straight, white teeth in a grin. He looked just like what Deanna wanted in a man: strong enough to protect her, fun enough to let her have her way, and handsome enough to make other girls jealous. She smiled and closed the yearbook, then went and put the laptop away. It was nearly midnight, and she wanted some sleep. _________________________________________

The next day went by in a blur. Deanna’s family had a cabin at the lake, and it was time to close it up for the winter, so all four of them (Deanna, her parents, and her younger sister) cleaned and hauled things out nearly all day. By the time they got back home and ordered pizza delivery, everyone was exhausted, but Deanna still remembered her promise to Miguel. Promptly at 11:30 p.m., she got online and waited. It didn’t take long. Five minutes later, a message popped up on her screen.

“You there?”

“Obviously.” Deanna smiled as she asked Miguel to let her put him on her Buddy List. He consented, and she did the same for him a moment later.

“There,” she said. “Now that’s done, we can talk. I looked your picture up in my yearbook. You graduated last year?”

“You go to Memorial?” Miguel asked, obviously surprised.

“Yup. I’ll graduate this spring.”

“Wow. Let me go see if I can find you. Hang on.”

Deanna waited impatiently for Miguel’s return. It seemed like it took forever, but forever was only 5 minutes.

“Found you!”

“So?”

“You’re as hot as I thought you were yesterday. Why didn’t you tell me you went to Memorial?”

“I didn’t know you had. I didn’t look at your profile until after you left.”

“OK. So what did you think of me?”

“You’re definitely cuter than I’d thought you’d be.”

“What were you expecting, some 500-pound nerd?”

“Sort of, yes.” Deanna had to laugh at her worst fears being put into words by this handsome chatter.

“So now that you’ve seen me, would you be willing to meet me sometime?”

“Sometime,” Deanna assured him. “I’ll talk to my friends about it on Monday and see if we can’t work out some time to meet in the next week or two. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good to me.”

The two of them continued to chat for nearly another hour. Deanna learned that Miguel’s favorite band also was Bush, and that he was addicted to Michael Jordan’s cologne “Airness.” He learned that she was one of the smartest students at the school, and that she dreamed of becoming a lawyer like her father. As they chatted, Deanna could feel her body warming inside. It wasn’t a sexual feeling, just a feeling she always got when she met a guy she could truly relate to. It was a cozy sensation, and she closed her eyes to savor the moment. When she opened them again to read his latest message, she felt attached and began to hope that the two of them could meet soon. 

At the end of their conversation, Miguel asked if she would call him. Again, she said ‘no,’ partly because she enjoyed the online conversation, and also partly because she wanted to play hard to get. He seemed to understand, and they said good night with promises to chat again the next day. ___________________________________________

As she had pledged, Deanna talked to her friends during lunch the following Monday. The conversation went something like this:

Deanna: I met a guy online this weekend. He graduated from here, his name’s Miguel, and he’s really cute. I want you guys to come with me when I meet him sometime this week.

Friends: WHAT!?

Deanna: You heard me. I’d like to meet him at the mall, maybe Friday night. Who’s free?

Friends: You’re kidding, right? I mean, who meets people they’ve only talked to online?

Eventually, Deanna’s pals got over their shock, and she was able to tell them the whole story. Three of them agreed to come with her to the mall Friday evening to meet Miguel, and Deanna sent an e-mail to him letting him know of the plans after she got home from work that evening.

The two of them weren’t able to chat much during the rest of the week, due to Deanna’s work schedule and the fact that both of them had a social life, but they did send e-mails back and forth. Miguel promised to wear the same outfit that he had worn for his senior photograph, and Deanna carefully crafted an ensemble that would coordinate and still look sexy. She wanted to make a good impression on her handsome e-pal.

Friday night finally arrived, and Deanna’s friends showed up at her door, looking casual but nervous. 

“You look great!” Toni announced as she glanced over Deanna’s clothes. Deanna had chosen to wear a bright red crop top sweater – she always looked good in red – and some light blue denim, hiphugger jeans with a pair of Vans on her feet. Her long blonde hair was mostly pulled back in a clip, and she’d put on some light make-up for the evening.

“Thanks,” Deanna said, slightly embarrassed. She had outdressed the other girls, but she knew that they probably had dressed down on purpose. Deanna let her mother know where the girls were going, and that they would probably be back around midnight, then Deanna, Toni, and the other two girls, Bridget and Marcie, piled into Deanna’s Saturn and they headed for the mall.

They arrived at 6:58 p.m. Deanna parked near Dillard’s, at the middle of the mall, and the group of them headed for the food court. Talk was limited, since all the girls were nervous about meeting some guy who could turn out to be an axe murderer. Once they got to their destination, they took turns going to the little coffee shop and all ordered some form of coffee. They didn’t need the caffeine, and Toni and Bridget even professed that they weren’t thirsty, but it gave them something to do while they scanned the perimeter of the area, searching for a familiar face. (Of course, they had all checked their yearbooks prior to the trip. What teen-age girl isn’t nosy?)

Finally, Deanna spotted him first, where he was standing in line at the Chick-Fil-A.

“Oh m’God, there he is,” she turned and half-whispered to Toni and Bridget as Marcie walked back to the table with her beverage. The two girls began craning their necks, hoping to catch sight of their quarry. Marcie looked in the same direction and nearly tripped as she arrived at her chair.

“Do we see him?” she asked, carefully sitting down.

“No… oh, THERE he is,” said Bridget, breathing out softly and pointing him out to the other two. “God, he is gorgeous. Looks like a keeper there, Dee.”

“Would you shut up?” Deanna hissed. “He hasn’t even seen me yet. He might think I’m hideous.”

“Well, you’ll get to find out in a moment,” Toni said. “He’s heading this way.”

Deanna sat up straight and silently did a teeth-check with her pals before turning around. Sure enough, Miguel was headed right for their table. However, about five feet away, he stopped and looked around like he was lost. Deanna nearly lost all confidence, but Bridget giggled. 

“How cute!” she said. “He hasn’t seen you.”

Deanna flushed, and then waved as Miguel looked in their direction. She had to wave a second time, but he finally saw the four of them sitting at the table with a fifth chair pulled up next to Deanna at the end. He smiled.

“Hey,” Miguel said, sitting in his designated seat. “So you’re Deanna.”

“I am,” that individual replied, “and these are Toni, Bridget, and Marcie, my friends.”

Miguel shook each girl’s hand in turn.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, “but I asked one of my friends to show up, too. I thought four against one wasn’t exactly fair. Plus, how did I know you weren’t all robbers or murderers?”

The girls laughed, and Miguel grinned before he took a big bite of his chicken sandwich. Deanna sipped her cappuccino and watched him for a moment while he bantered with the other girls and watched the mall entrance for his buddy. He was suave, but personable. He related quickly with her friends, and they seemed to genuinely like him. She caught Toni’s eye, and she gave Deanna a quick wink and a thumbs-up behind her cappuccino cup. Deanna grinned, and Miguel looked back and forth between the two girls.

“What? Did I miss something?”

“No,” Deanna laughed. “Nothing at all. Hey, when’s your friend supposed to show up?”

Miguel checked his watch. 

“He was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago. I guess maybe he’s not showing.”

“Do you want to call him?” Deanna asked, reaching to pull her cell phone out of her purse. “I’ll let you use my phone.”

“No,” he said, gazing intently at Deanna. “That’s all right. I’m having a good time without him, anyway.”

Deanna blushed, and the other girls looked down at their cups, smiling to themselves and feeling happy for their friend. The group chatted for a little while longer, and Deanna found that she couldn’t help but watch Miguel. He was strong and masculine, but not overly so; he exuded confidence and self-assurance, and he had a good sense of humor. Deanna was smitten. Every time their eyes met during the conversation, Deanna felt a small flutter just south of her heart. She was almost beginning to wonder if she didn’t have some sort of ventricular arrhythmia, when Bridget asked Toni and Marcie to come check out something she’d seen in Foley’s the week before. The two girls quickly agreed and the trio took off across the mall grounds before Deanna could have a chance to gather her wits. She sat there, dumbly staring at the empty chairs, her mouth dry and her stomach doing flip-flops in her abdomen.

Finally, she managed to look over in Miguel’s direction, slightly red in the face.

“I’d say I passed whatever tests you girls put us through,” Miguel said, breaking the tension between them. Deanna couldn’t help but laugh.

“You did that about 15 minutes ago, if you want to know the truth. They were just being polite and waiting for me to tell them to bug off rather than taking off like they did.”

It was Miguel’s turn to laugh.

“Well, I can’t say I’m sorry they’re gone. You are the reason I came here, after all. Want to go for a walk?”

“Sure,” Deanna answered, her mind still dizzy. Her body, on the other hand, seemed to have a perfectly stable mind of its own, because she felt herself stand and gather her things, and the pair began to walk through the mall in the opposite direction the other girls had taken. Again, Deanna didn’t know what to say, which was unusual for her. She was one of the louder girls in her group of friends. She looked up at Miguel for guidance. He looked back down at her and smiled.

“Nervous?”

“A bit, I guess,” she admitted. “I’ve never met anyone off the Internet before. Plus, I usually have tons of things to say and right now… I’m a little tongue-tied, I guess.”

“That’s all right. We’ve got tons of time for you to find your voice. What time do you have to be home?”

“Midnight-ish. My parents don’t really care, as long as I call, but Marcie’s folks get a little anal if she’s not home on the dot of 12.”

“That’s cool. So that means we’ve got plenty of time to walk.”

“Yup, I guess so, except that the mall closes at 10. Any place special that you want to go?”

“Not really,” Miguel said, knitting his brow in concentration. “There is a music store up here that I like to stop in every time I’m here, but other than that, I don’t care.”

“OK… so what do you think, now that you’ve met me in person?”


Flawed Logic



Miguel smiled. “Ahh, the eternal question. I was wondering when it was going to show up. My thoughts haven’t changed a bit. You’re pretty, nice, funny… can I say sexy, or will that get me in trouble?”

No,” Deanna laughed. “It won’t. I’m not one of those girls who think being called sexy is degrading.”

“Good. Then you’re sexy. Oh, hey, look at this!” Miguel grabbed Deanna’s hand and gently pulled her toward a window display featuring a poster about Bush’s new CD. “I didn’t know they had a new one coming out.”

“You didn’t? I thought I mentioned it the other night when you said you liked them.”

Miguel turned slightly red in the face as he looked down at Deanna. “OK, guilty as charged. I didn’t figure you’d remember our conversation. But I wanted an excuse to hold your hand.”

“You’re sweet. But you could have just asked. I would have said ‘yes.’”

Miguel shrugged, and Deanna squeezed his hand in reply. Her hand felt comfortable wrapped in his. His hand was warm and big enough to wrap around hers without too much trouble. His grip was strong, but not painfully so. It was just strong enough that when he laced his fingers through hers a moment later, she felt him claim her without a single word being spoken. The two of them walked through the mall in relative silence; the only real conversation took place when the couple was deciding whether or not to enter a particular store. At one point, Miguel began to tug Deanna into JC Penney’s.

“Why are we going in here?” she asked.

“C’mon. I want to show you something,” Miguel answered, still leading her by the hand. Deanna struggled to keep up – he took long strides, and when he walked fast, he moved much more quickly than she did. He finally paused in front of the jewelry counter. “What do you think?”

“Of?” Deanna asked, gazing at the glittering display of necklaces, earrings, and bracelets before her. Miguel reached out and pointed to a gold necklace lying in the case. A matching bracelet lay beside it. It was a plain gold curve link necklace, and it appealed to Deanna’s sense of simplistic beauty. A little tag was attached to the chain that read “24K.”

“I think it’s lovely, but why are you showing it to me?”

“If we make it to Christmas,” he said. “That’s what I want to get you.”

“Miguel, it’s nearly 400 dollars!” Deanna said in a loud whisper.

“Five hundred, if I get the bracelet, too.”

“Please don’t. I can’t get that kind of gift for you, and plus, your car needs work and you don’t have a job.”

“Actually, I do,” he said. “I start work here, in the men’s department, on Monday.”

“Oh, congratulations!” Deanna triumphed. “When did you find out?”

“Earlier today. The manager called and told me while you were in school, so I thought I’d surprise you and tell you tonight.”

“Well, I’m glad you have a job, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy using your employee discount, but please don’t buy me something like this. It’s too rich.”

“We’ll see,” Miguel said, slipping an arm around Deanna’s shoulder and leading her gently away from the counter. “It’s not for a while yet anyway, and besides, you said you have a hard time keeping guys for more than a couple of months.”

“This is true,” Deanna admitted, but in the back of her mind she could see the glittering gold necklace as part of a prom outfit with Miguel in a tuxedo as her date. She knew she was thinking a little far into the future, but she was buoyed up by the thought. She rarely had visions like that, and most often they had come true.

“So maybe we won’t make it till then,” Miguel said, looking at Deanna and grinning. Deanna stared back at him, appalled.

“What??”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

He gave her shoulder a squeeze and they began to trek around the mall again, back toward Foley’s and the food court. They were silent this time, and Deanna soaked in the heat of her companion from the pressure of his body against hers. She let her mind wander into the future, and her imagination ran rampant through scenario after scenario, from the most wonderful first kiss that they might share this evening, to prom and graduation parties where they might share more. Deanna was a virgin, as were all of her friends (they had a solemn pledge to stay virgins till Senior Prom), but she could imagine what Miguel’s body would feel like pressed up against her naked skin. She gave a little shiver at the thought.

“You cold?” Miguel asked, genuinely concerned as he rubbed his hand over her shoulder.

“What? Cold? Oh, no, I’m not, thanks,” Deanna replied brokenly as she returned from her quiet land of fantasy to the loud clamor of reality. “Just a shiver.”

“Good,” Miguel replied. “I’d hate to think my girl was getting cold.”

Deanna smiled at his turn of phrase. She’d only been ‘his girl’ for an hour and a half, and already it seemed natural, like slipping into the soft sheets of a bed at home after a long time away. She snuggled closer to him and wrapped her arm around his waist as well, slipping one of her fingers through a belt loop on the far side of his body. They smiled at one another, and Deanna spotted her friends moving through the crowd toward them.

“Uh-oh,” Miguel said. “We’ve been spotted.”

Deanna laughed. “What, don’t think you can handle it? That reminds me… whatever happened to your friend?”

Miguel shrugged. “Dunno. If he showed up after we were gone, he knows how to drive back home.”

“So you did actually invite him?”

“Yes, I actually did. You actually brought three friends, didn’t you?”

“I guess,” Deanna finished as her friends met them, squealing to one another in delight over the fact that Deanna now was as hooked up as the rest of them. However, when Toni discovered that Miguel hadn’t actually ASKED Deanna to be his girlfriend, he was forced to go through the embarrassing motions of putting what had been accepted as fact between the two into words. Of course, Deanna also went through the motions of saying ‘yes.’ That seemed to satisfy Toni, and the small group wandered through the mall until closing time, when Deanna discovered the Miguel had parked on the opposite side of the mall. This posed a small dilemma, as Miguel insisted on walking her out to her car.

Luckily, Bridget invented a solution that made everybody but Deanna’s dad (who, fortunately, wasn’t there to veto the plan) happy. Marcie, who was the safest driver of the group, was to drive Deanna’s car, and Deanna and Miguel would leave in his car. They were headed for a pool hall located near the mall, where Deanna’s friends had told their boyfriends to meet them at 10.

“So I guess you got your car fixed?” Deanna asked as they headed for the exit among the hordes of other shoppers.

“Yeah.”

“What was wrong with it?”

“Oh, nothing too important. Just the CV joint.”

“JUST the CV joint?” Deanna repeated. “Sounds pretty major to me.”

“Not really,” Miguel responded. “I started hearing the clicking, so I got it fixed before any major damage was done.”

“So what do you drive?” Deanna asked as they entered the parking lot. This mall was in a rather upscale neighborhood, so there were Audis and BMWs scattered everywhere; Miguel led Deanna straight to the middle row and pointed to a dark green Corvette located about three-quarters of the way down the row.

“That’s her,” he said. Deanna blinked.

“How can you afford that?” she asked. “I mean, I don’t mean to be rude, but how can you afford a Corvette?”

Miguel laughed. “I actually get that a lot. I’ll tell you the secret sometime, but for now, you’ll just have to trust that it IS mine and I didn’t steal it from the lot.”

Deanna glanced sideways at him, but he appeared to be serious. He looked back down at her and winked. She smiled at him, and he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and remotely unlocked his car. As they approached the car, Miguel hurried in front of Deanna and opened her car door for her. Deanna was silently flabbergasted. No guy had ever opened a car door for her before; she had assumed that sort of chivalry had gone out with the Middle Ages. Miguel caught her look, which must have been one of sheer amazement.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing!” she quickly assured him. “It’s just… no one’s ever opened a door for me on a date before.”

“Well, get used to it,” Miguel said as Deanna sat in the passenger seat. “I do it all the time.”

“Thanks,” she said as he closed the door. He slid into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The car started with a low purr, as if it had just received the caress of a lover. The purr quickly turned into a rumble as Miguel backed out of the parking space and began weaving his way through mall traffic.

“In a hurry?” Deanna asked. “We’ve got plenty of time. Marcie and the others probably aren’t even at my car yet. Besides, Marcie definitely won’t be rushing her way through this kind of traffic.”

“No, I’m not in a hurry,” Miguel answered. “It’s just the way this car and I communicate. Are you going to be okay with that? Should I slow down?”

“I’ll get used to it,” Deanna said, bracing herself against the car door as Miguel whipped the car around an intersection. “How did your old girlfriend handle it?”

Miguel grinned. “She wouldn’t ride with me… at least, not in this car. Either she drove, or I had to borrow my dad’s truck.”

“Oh.”

“Feel better now that you know you’re not the only one who doesn’t trust my driving?”

“Much,” Deanna said with a smile as Miguel peeled away from a stoplight and began speeding through traffic. “Do you get a lot of tickets?”

“One so far, and it was actually for an illegal turn.”

“How do you get around the cops?”

Just then, a beeping sound became noisily apparent, and Miguel hit the brakes. A few seconds later, the car passed a waiting policeman. Miguel watched the cop for a few seconds, and then motioned for Deanna to look behind the rearview mirror in the center of his windshield. A small radar detector was positioned there, and it was the source of the beeping.

“Aha,” Deanna said, grinning. “Devious.”

“Thank you,” Miguel said, bowing slightly in his seat. “One of the best investments I’ve ever made, if I do say so myself.”

Soon the two arrived at the pool hall. Miguel parked the Corvette toward the back of the parking lot so they could watch for Deanna’s friends to arrive. Deanna quickly pointed out that they could be waiting for a while and suggested that they go inside, but Miguel asked her to stay in the car.

“We’ve been surrounded by people all evening,” he said. “Let’s just take a moment for us, OK?”

Miguel reached out and took Deanna by the hand and pulled her toward him. The motion was awkward over the stick shift in the middle of the car, but Miguel somehow managed to squeeze close enough to the door that Deanna was able to sit with her legs over his lap and her behind in the driver’s seat and be quite comfortable. Miguel wrapped his arms around her, and she laid her head on his chest. The darkness of the parking lot was deepened by the black interior of the car, and Deanna felt quite cozy, tucked inside the arms of her new boyfriend. Sitting silently for a minute, Deanna realized she could hear Miguel’s heartbeat through his shirt.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” she commented softly, lifting a hand to his chest and placing it approximately where his heart would be. Miguel squeezed her tighter, then softly kissed the top of her head. Deanna lifted her head and looked into his blue (yes, they were blue) eyes. 

As their gaze met, Deanna felt her lips being drawn toward his, and soon the two were locked in their first kiss. As with most first kisses, it was soft at first, exploring, discovering, and intensifying as their comfort level rose. 

It wasn’t a remarkably long kiss, nor a particularly sloppy one (Deanna was silently grateful Miguel was as good a kisser as she was); however, the interaction was enough that Deanna felt a tingle begin to creep through her body, and she became quite turned on. She shifted slightly in her seat, trying to rub her pants against her crotch, where she felt an urge to have pressure applied. When the kiss broke, Deanna was breathing more heavily than she had been, and she stayed close to Miguel, feeling the heat of his body against hers. The evening was cool, and although the two had only been in the car for about five minutes, the windows were already beginning to fog. Deanna giggled.

“We’re not going to be able to see my car in a minute or two, if we’re not careful,” she commented. “Oh, wait, there she is.”

Sure enough, a black Saturn pulled into the lot and carefully found a parking space amidst all the other vehicles; Deanna’s three friends piled out and began searching for signs of Deanna.

“We’d better get out, or they’re going to assume that you kidnapped me,” Deanna stated, reaching past Miguel for the car door. As she reached the lever, Miguel stopped her hand.

“What do you think you’re doing? I open the doors around here,” he said with a smile. He opened the door and somehow clambered out backward, then took Deanna’s hand and helped her out. Marcie saw them exit the car and gave a squeal. The other girls speedily located Deanna, and their jaws dropped as they saw the car. Naturally, it was the topic of discussion as the new couple approached. Miguel simply dismissed their comments as he had done with Deanna’s questions earlier, and the group entered the pool hall in a mass of chatter and gaiety. Toni, Bridget, and Marcie were rapidly claimed by their boyfriends, and the pool playing began a few minutes after that, since the boys had been there long enough to have gotten a table. 

Deanna soon observed that Miguel was more than just a pool shark; he was close to being a pro. He put all the teen-agers to shame within the first couple of games, and then announced that he would not play any more. Despite the round of objections, Deanna and Miguel soon retired to chairs at the end of the room, watching the other six play round after round of pool.

They spoke, but not of anything critically important. They discoursed about family, school, personal history, work, the future, and, of course, pool. During their conversation, Deanna was drawn again into Miguel’s eyes and into his entire demeanor of confidence. She couldn’t believe how quickly she found herself trusting this almost-stranger; their entire relationship, thus far, seemed too good to be true. But inside, Deanna felt at peace. She wasn’t afraid of the future at all, and she somehow knew that Miguel was just what she had been searching for. He may not have been her soul mate, but he was the closest she had ever met.

Around 11:30 p.m., the pool game came to an end, and Marcie came over to collect the two lovers, who were talking quietly, somehow making themselves understood through the din of their surroundings. 

Deanna knew that she had to go, to take the girls back to her house, but she didn’t want to leave Miguel. She would have dearly loved to ask the girls’ boyfriends to drive them home, but they also had driven together and had no extra room. So she faced her boyfriend, dreading the good-bye that she had known would come all too soon. Marcie left them alone, allowing them privacy, and Deanna took a deep breath.

“I guess I’ve got to go,” she began, trailing off as she felt tears welling up in her eyes. The moisture surprised her; she hadn’t realized how strongly she had been attracted to her handsome partner, but Miguel simply smiled and reached for her. Deanna curled into his arms, and he hugged her fiercely. Deanna sensed that her tears had deeply affected him, so she pushed away and smiled at him, drying her eyes. Miguel leaned toward her and softly planted a kiss on her lips, then patted her hand.

“Go,” he whispered. “I’ll talk to you later.”

Deanna nodded and somehow tore herself away, moving hastily so that she wouldn’t find herself tearing up again. She met her friends at the front door of the establishment, where they were all saying good-bye to their boyfriends. They all walked out the door together, except for Miguel, and then split into two groups to walk to their respective vehicles.

All the girls were silent; they could tell that Deanna was upset at having to leave and weren’t sure what to say. Just as Deanna unlocked the door of her car, she heard her name being shouted from across the parking lot. She turned, and saw Miguel running toward her, a look of intensity on his face which both frightened and excited her. 

As soon as Miguel reached Deanna, he stopped, panting for a second before speaking.

“I don’t have your number,” he gasped out. “I love you; I have to talk to you, but I don’t have your number. Can I call you?”

His entire expression broke the silence; Deanna and her friends burst into peals of laughter. Deanna was laughing the hardest as she searched through her purse and found a pen and paper; she wrote her number on it and handed it to Miguel, then hugged and kissed him before bidding him adieu a second time.

This time, the girls made it into the car, laughing and talking and relating the latest information of the evening. Deanna waved to Miguel as they left, and he blew her a kiss back, mouthing the words “I love you.” Deanna’s friends caught the interaction, and began to probe her about Miguel.

“So did you get to kiss him?” Bridget wanted to know.

“Did he just say ‘I love you’?” Marcie inquired.

“Think you’ll make it to prom?” Toni asked wickedly.

Deanna just laughed. “Yes, I kissed him. He’s a great kisser. Yes, he just said he loved me, and I’m glad, because I think I love him, too. And as for that prom thing, I swore, didn’t I?”

Toni snorted. “So did I, but I don’t know if Dylan and I will make it. What do you think about you and Dean, Bridget?

Bridget nodded. “I’ve told him about the oath, so he knows he has to behave. Marcie’s done the same thing with Brett, haven’t you?

“Yup,” Marcie agreed from the front seat next to Deanna. “I think you should tell Dylan, too, Toni. It’d get him off your, well… back… if he knew we’d all kick your butt if he talks you into sex before prom.”

There was a long pause as Toni turned red in the face and began to fidget in her seat. Deanna caught it.

“It’s too late, isn’t it?” she asked, looking in her rearview mirror. Toni looked at her hands and nodded, but a sly spark still shimmered in her brown eyes.

“Toni!” Bridget said, giggling and poking her. “You slut! You swore!”

Marcie just turned and stared, and Deanna nearly drove the car off the road in what might have been considered excitement to the highly observant passenger.

“That’s it,” Deanna stated in a deadpan voice. “Use my cell phone. You’re all staying the night, and we’re just going to have to discuss Toni’s little… indiscretion, shall we say?”

Bridget giggled, and Marcie began rummaging through Deanna’s purse to find her cell phone, as she was the only one of the four who had one of her own. Soon all four had parental permission to spend the rest of the night at Deanna’s house. 

Once the girls had changed into T-shirts and pairs of boxer shorts and raided the kitchen for snacks and drinks, they escaped to Deanna’s spacious bedroom. Deanna and Bridget took to the bed, Marcie curled up on the nearby futon, and Toni straddled Deanna’s desk chair. Toni then found herself at the center of what might be best described as something akin to a thorough police interrogation or the Inquisition.

Deanna began the questioning. “So… what’s it like?”

“What’s what like?” Toni repeated the question coyly, inspecting her nails and pretending not to know what Deanna was asking about.

Bridget threw a pillow at Toni, who skillfully caught it and tossed it back with a grin.

“All right, all right. You want all the details?”

“All of them,” Bridget said, leaning forward over the pillow so as not to miss a word.




Flawed Logic



Toni shrugged. “There’s actually not a lot to tell. It was last Friday, and he took me out to a movie and then we went back to his place. His parents had left a note saying they were out to a movie, too, so we had the place to ourselves. We started fooling around, and he asked me if I wanted to be eaten. Of course I said yes, so I let him take my pants off and he ate me out, and then I gave him a blow-job so we would be even. Usually that’s as far as things get, but last Friday was different. He was still horny.”

Toni paused and seemed hesitant about how to continue, and all the girls waited patiently for her to find the words to carry on. Soon Toni grinned.

“You’re all waiting for me to tell all the gory details, like fish just waiting for a worm,” she commented. “All right, I’ll quit with the suspense and tell you. He asked me if I wanted to fuck, and I said only if he had a condom. I’ve never seen him move so fast in his life, I swear. He got one out of his bookbag, and the next thing I knew, he was hard again and ready to go. I let him get all the way in me, and before I knew it, he was done. No orgasm, no great excitement, nothing. About as boring as things get. There. Now you know.”

Silence reigned over Deanna’s room as the girls contemplated Toni’s tale. Finally, Marcie found her voice.

“Did it hurt?”

“Not really,” Toni shrugged. “There was a little pressure, but that was about it.”

“Do you think you’ll do it again?” Bridget wanted to know.

“Only if he’s better!” Toni exclaimed. “I don’t care what it takes. If he wants to do me again, he’s going to have to last longer than three seconds. I want to have fun, too.”

The girls giggled, then all agreed that guys needed to be able to control themselves better. Deanna found herself wondering if Miguel was a virgin. She assumed he wasn’t. After all, he was 20 years old and had been with the same girlfriend for nearly two years. She also began to wonder what his dick would be like, especially inside her. She began fantasizing about having sex with him while keeping up her end of the conversation with the girls. She started to get excited about the prospect of prom night, even if it was months away. In due course, the girls closed their mouths and went to sleep, two on the bed and two on the futon, a little wiser to the ways of the world and of men. _________________________________

A month and a half passed, and it was now mid-December. Deanna and Miguel had stayed together, becoming closer to one another and experimenting with different non-penetrating sexual techniques. Deanna discovered that, in fact, Miguel was not a virgin, but he never pressured her to join his ex-girlfriend in the ranks of the hymen-deprived.

The only problem Deanna had with their relationship was the fact that it was nearly impossible for them to set dates. Miguel’s new job at JC Penney’s had him working lots of nights and some weekends, and Deanna’s job, although she only worked three or four days a week, somehow always managed to schedule her on Miguel’s days off. They talked often on the phone, but of course, that’s never as good as seeing the one you love in person. 

Deanna began to feel a bit frustrated about the whole situation and began discussing it with a new friend she had met in her statistics class. His name was Tim Brake, and he had just lost his girlfriend of three years, Porsche Ryan. Tim and Deanna had become sounding boards for one another, and had developed a quick, close relationship as a result. On this particular day, after school, Deanna was feeling upset that she hadn’t heard from Miguel in nearly a week and a half, and Tim was listening with his typical calmness.

“And I have tonight off AGAIN this week – I never get two Fridays in a row – and of course his boss has to go and schedule him AGAIN this Friday,” Deanna ranted as the two of them left the classroom and began to walk toward a nearby bench (their bench, they were beginning to call it, as they sat there for hours after school let out, griping about the monkey wrenches fate had thrown into the working gears of their lives). “Plus, this week it’s worse, because I had hoped to get to go on a double date with Toni and Dylan, and Marcie and Bridget have that basketball tournament, so I can’t do anything with them, either… AND it’s the last day before Christmas Break.”

Deanna flopped down on the bench, tossing her bookbag alongside it, and watched as Tim collapsed next to her. He was a handsome young man, but in a different way than Miguel, Deanna had decided. Where Miguel was thick, blond-haired, and blue-eyed, Tim was slender, and had brown hair and eyes. Miguel drove an expensive, fast, sports car with nothing but factory features; Tim had an old, beat-up truck that he had installed a custom sound system in. Miguel liked things slow and sensual; Tim liked things fast and rough. They were nothing alike, but Deanna was beginning to feel herself become strangely attracted to both. Deanna shook her head, wondering where that last comparison came from, and focused on her friend.

“I know. Life’s a bitch,” Tim said simply, staring at Deanna’s face, then letting his gaze drop slightly to her cleavage. Deanna had started dressing up for school again in the past week (she had been only dressing up around Miguel). She had always been a huge tease, and now that she had Tim to torture, she was using her body to her advantage. This particular Friday she had worn an extremely low-cut, light blue sweater and the tightest jeans she owned. As she watched Tim’s glance slip between her breasts, she subconsciously turned towards him so he could get a better view. “So you don’t have anything to do tonight?”

“No,” Deanna pouted, crossing her arms over her breasts, “and it’s very depressing. I really wanted to get to go do something this week. I’m tired of being cooped up in the house with nothing to do waiting for him to call. He won’t get off work until like 10:30 anyway.”

“So come to my house. I’ve got a pool table upstairs, and you’ve mentioned you like to play.”

“Really?” Deanna asked. Tim had never mentioned having a pool table, or anything about his house, for that matter.

“Really. Look,” he said, pulling out a piece of paper and scribbling something on it, “here’s my address. Just drop by whenever you feel like it. You can bring Toni and Dylan, too, if you want.”

Tim handed the piece of paper to Deanna, who looked down at it with mixed feelings of excitement and dismay. She wanted desperately to go and play pool with Tim, but she wondered if she ought not to call Miguel first and get his permission. Somehow she knew that she should not be going to Tim’s house without her boyfriend along to, well, protect her. On the other hand, she decided, Miguel was working and had told her to have fun even if they weren’t together, so she looked back at Tim and smiled.

“It’ll probably just be me,” she said. “I know Dylan was trying to get reservations somewhere for him and Toni. Is that OK?”

“Definitely,” Tim replied with intensity, and suddenly Deanna felt herself get wet between the legs. Tim sure knew how to push her buttons. Deanna stood up.

“Why don’t we just go now? Or do you have things you need to do?”

“No,” Tim said, grabbing his bag and rising as well. “I guess we can go now. My folks won’t be home until later, though. They don’t get off work until like 5 or 6, but they won’t care if I have someone over.”

Deanna bent down for her bag and felt Tim’s gaze glide over her butt as she straightened back up. She smiled before turning back around. 

“I’ll follow you out there. Lead the way.”

Deanna called her dad’s office, letting him know that she was going to a friend’s house – she conveniently neglected to say whose – and that she didn’t know what time she’d be home, but it would probably be late. Her dad, who was in the midst of a case, absentmindedly agreed to tell her mother, and Deanna was off the hook for the evening. She crawled in her car and began to follow Tim out of town toward his home in the country. She still felt a little slippery inside her panties, and she was glad that she had decided to wear a matching leopard-print set, even if Tim wasn’t going to see them. Twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of a two-story country house and Tim and Deanna went inside. The house was quiet and dark, since the shades had been pulled, and Tim silently led Deanna upstairs to the third floor, which was a converted attic. Sure enough, a pool table was the focal point of the room, with the proper lights hung above it. A big-screen television graced the entertainment unit at one side of the room, surrounded by what had to be the largest collection of videos Deanna had ever seen outside of a store. The other side of the room opened onto an exercise area, and a half-bath was tucked into the corner. Pillows and beanbags were strewn around the floor, providing the only seats except for a La-Z-Boy in the corner.

“Wow,” Deanna said. “This room is great.”

“Yeah,” Tim agreed. “It’s where I spend most of my time. I like to bring my friends up here. My folks generally stay down on the first floor, and they can’t hear anything that goes on unless we get loud enough to bother the neighbors anyway.”

Deanna looked out the window to see what neighbors he was referring to and realized that she couldn’t see another house; they were so far out in the country. She turned back to Tim, who was grinning. 

“Exactly,” he said. “Wanna shoot a few games real quick?”

“Sure,” Deanna said. “But I gotta warn you. Dating Miguel, I’ve had a lot of practice lately at shooting pool, so you might get your butt kicked.”

“We’ll see whose butt gets it,” Tim shot back, and Deanna felt a shiver run down her spine. She walked past Tim, deliberately brushing her arm across his chest, to find a proper pool cue. All the cues were well-balanced, so Deanna found one that was a good length and watched as Tim racked the balls. She also noticed that he had stripped off the sweatshirt he had been wearing at school and now looked REALLY good in a wifebeater shirt and his soft, stone-washed blue jeans. He was more muscular than she had realized, and she suddenly found her clothes – and the entire room, for that matter – slightly smaller than she had remembered them. Again she wondered if she should be in the room, but Tim quelled the question by asking her if she wanted to break. She agreed and had to squeeze past him, her buttocks pressed his crotch, to reach the proper position. He walked around the table to watch her break, and Deanna felt distracted knowing that he was watching her lean over. Consequently, her break was lousy, but she did wind up with solids. She managed to get one more ball into a pocket before missing her third shot. 

Deanna stepped back to watch Tim and, as he made shot after shot, found herself ignoring his pool skills and focusing more on his strong arms, sculpted abs and tight butt. The fact that he lifted weights had never been so apparent. As he leaned over to shoot the eight-ball into the side pocket, Deanna realized that if she wanted a chance at keeping the game going, she needed to tease him, so she walked over to the table and leaned over, right on top of his predicted pocket, her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them forward. He missed.

“That wasn’t fair,” Tim said, walking over and standing within inches of Deanna. Usually, this put a person inside Deanna’s comfort zone, and, while this was no exception, Deanna was excited at having him that close to her body. The two were the same height, so Tim’s lips were just centimeters away from Deanna’s. After a long, pregnant moment, Deanna looked down at her chest. 

“You find these distracting?” she asked, pretending to be innocent. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“It’s your turn,” Tim stated simply, turning away and ‘accidentally’ bumping Deanna’s breasts with his arm. “Want some help finding a shot?”

Deanna swallowed the lump that had gathered in her throat and cleared her vision. 

“Sure,” she said, walking around the table. Tim walked up behind her, and Deanna felt his presence even before he touched her. His hands went around the waist of her low-cut jeans, and one finger slipped beneath her shirt and touched her skin. The contact sent heat pulsing out of Deanna’s pussy, and she drew a breath.

“Turn this way,” Tim said, directing her movements. Deanna obeyed like a marionette puppet at the hands of a master. 

“All right. Now, see that ball?” he asked, pointing to the orange ball halfway across the table. “Try to get it into the corner pocket.”

As Deanna bent over and began to aim, she felt Tim close ranks behind her and his leg touched her butt. His hands also moved: one slid upward to just underneath her breast, and the other reached over her shoulder to help her aim.

“Come this way,” Tim instructed, moving Deanna a bit to the left. “A little more. There! Now try.”

Deanna shot, and while her aim felt totally off, and her arms felt like quivering Jell-O molds, somehow the ball fell cleanly into the pocket. Deanna rose, and Tim stepped back, but she could still feel where he had touched her, searing tattoos into her soft, moldable skin.

“I did it!” she exclaimed, quite pleased with herself. “Which one next?”

Tim smiled. “You pick. Want me to help again?”

Deanna’s last thought of Miguel flickered like a dying flame in her mind as she looked past Tim to the green ball sitting on the green felt. She wondered what Tim would do to her if she only let him have his way.

“Let’s do that one,” she pointed to the green ball. 

“Looks good,” Tim concurred, and instantly his hands were on Deanna’s waist again, this time pressing his fingers into her flesh to guide her to the perfect spot to aim at the ball. Once they reached their apparent destination, Deanna again leaned over to line up her shot, and again, Tim’s hands slid over her body to guide her to the best position. This time, though, he wasn’t even attempting to pretend that he was helping her aim; his hand slipped underneath her shirt and began rubbing the skin just below her belly button. Deanna sucked in her breath and all but dropped the pool cue onto the table. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to react. After all, Tim knew she had a boyfriend. On the other hand, she knew she had a boyfriend, too, and her body was aching for Tim’s touch. 

She laid the cue on the table and stood up. As her torso straightened, Tim’s fingers probed into the front of her jeans, and he tugged her around to face him.

“Tim…” Deanna began, but then her eyes met his and she fell silent. His dark eyes subdued any objections that she might have been about to raise as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him.

Their lips met in a frenzy of passion. They kissed like they had been doing it for years; their heads pushing from one side to the other, tongues desperately seeking companionship from hungry mouths. 

They broke apart a few minutes later, and Deanna quickly walked to the other side of the room, pretending like she was looking at the video collection. She felt tumultuous inside, like someone had taken marbles and dumped them in her body and they were rolling around, creating chaos. Her head was spinning and her stomach was doing hula-hoops around her abdomen. She wanted to turn around and see what Tim was doing, but she was afraid to look. Deanna knew that if she looked at him, she would only want more. She knew it was wrong, that she should leave, but she couldn’t bring herself to walk down the stairs. 

‘Five feet!’ she told herself. ‘It’s only five feet to the staircase!’

But her feet wouldn’t walk those five feet, and then she felt Tim step up behind her. 

“You OK?” he whispered, pushing her long hair out of the way and kissing her neck. 

Tim began to push the neckline of her shirt off of her shoulder, and Deanna didn’t resist. Her only thoughts were of his touch and how it felt, how sinfully good his lips felt working against her skin. He kissed his way down her neck and out to her shoulder, grabbing at her shirt and bra strap and tugging them halfway down her arm. A slight breeze from Tim’s breath wafted over her breasts, and Deanna arched her back as her nipples erected small tents in her shirt.

Tim felt her respond to his kisses and slowly turned her around to face him. His hands, which had been pulling at her shirt and rubbing her stomach, moved to grab the bottom hem of her shirt, and he began to tug it upward, over her head. Deanna closed her eyes and raised her arms as her sweater was removed, and Tim tossed it aside as unimportant compared to the figure before him. 

Deanna’s breasts were now covered only by a thin sheen of leopard-printed fabric. Tim took her by the hand and walked to one of the pieces of exercise equipment and sat on its bench. He motioned for Deanna to straddle him, and she did, her mind a blank blaze of sensation and little else.

Once she was seated, Tim began his domination again. He moved immediately to her breasts, undoing the front clasp and watching as he let go and her breasts held the bra in place. Deanna felt a faint shimmer of sweat coat her body as she watched him slowly hook a finger underneath one side of her bra and reveal one breast to his waiting mouth. Tim was well-versed in the female sensitivities, because he didn’t move to the nipple right away; rather, he started at the outer regions of the breast and worked his way to the center, occasionally tickling the areola with his tongue and finally sucking and biting at it with an intensity that made Deanna moan and scream with bliss and desire. Tim uncovered the second breast and let Deanna’s bra fall to the floor; he worked on this breast with his hand as he diligently perused Deanna’s body. 

Slowly, his ministrations to her breasts subsided, and Deanna realized that she could smell the moisture of her womanhood filling the air around them. She knew she had been wet, but as Tim lowered his hand to between her legs, he raised an eyebrow, and Deanna knew that her pants must have been wet as well. Tim held her gaze firmly in his as he adroitly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, then pushed her off of him so that he could remove all obstacles to her throbbing pussy.

Standing naked before Tim, watching as he also undressed, Deanna knew she was about to break her oath to her friends. A tiny voice in the back of her mind told her to stop, that she could still redeem herself, but another, louder voice shouted in joy as Tim’s dick began waving as he released it from its prison. Deanna obeyed the louder voice.

Tim sat back down, and Deanna again straddled him, automatically thrusting her body up and down the back of his cock where it stuck up between them. She had never been completely naked with a man; her relationships had always ended prior to this point, but she instinctively knew what she had to do, and so she did it. Her body bounded up and down on Tim’s lap, and he wrapped one warm arm around her torso while moving the other between them and inserting a finger into Deanna’s dripping pussy. Deanna kept bouncing, and Tim eventually added another finger as he was probing her.

Deanna had never been this horny in her life, and she knew what Toni must have felt those few weeks ago, when her cherry was finally popped. Tim pulled out his fingers and licked them clean, then pushed Deanna off his lap and walked into the bathroom. At first, Deanna wondered what she had done wrong, but when he returned a moment later unrolling a Trojan condom, she smiled.

Tim donned the condom with singular ease, then resumed his seat. Deanna resumed her thrusting and within a minute, the condom was as lubricated as her own pussy. Tim reached between them and grabbed his cock, and Deanna closed her eyes as she lifted her body one more time as a virgin. She felt pressure being put against her pussy lips, then Tim lifted a hand to her shoulder and began to push her down on top of his dick. Deanna discovered that she was going to have to spread her legs a little wider, and she did, allowing her pussy to open and swallow the impressive spectacle she had just seen.




Flawed Logic



A moment later, Deanna felt a little bit of a tingle deep in her abdomen. She squinted her eyes and rammed herself down onto Tim’s lap, and it was over. She was no longer a virgin. She opened her eyes and caught Tim’s gaze, and he nodded, indicating that she was all the way on him, and that the fun could now begin.

Deanna raised her body and lowered it carefully, savoring the feeling of something so big jammed into her tight little pussy. She repeated the pattern, then began to maintain a rhythm of thrusting and pulling that Tim aided her in. Tim was an experienced sexual partner, she had been told, so when he didn’t cum three seconds later, she knew she was in for a real treat.

Tim reached between the two of them and began to rub Deanna’s clit while she pounded his dick, and she responded by cumming not once, but several times during the duration of her first sexual encounter. Each time, her body shuddered and her pussy tightened of its own volition, and the last time, Tim held her still and closed his eyes, and Deanna worked out that he was trying not to cum. But she was ready. She wanted to see what it was like to have a guy cum inside her, and she moved his hands and pounded faster, working her body against his and feeling his dick tighten. He grabbed at her, pulled her tight to him, and let out a long moan. 

Deanna kept pumping for a few minutes longer, then stopped when Tim reached down and pulled his dick out, sloppy and just a shadow of its former glory. He removed the condom and walked to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet, and then returned. He gave her a long, fiery kiss before speaking.

“Want to get dressed yet, or you want to play some naked pool?” Tim asked wickedly.

Deanna had never heard of such a thing, but she was willing. She rose and unsteadily walked to grab the pool cue off the table where she had dropped it. Just then, she heard a vibrating noise coming from her purse. Her cell phone was ringing. She plucked it out and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sexy,” came a male voice from the other end of the line. Deanna’s nipples stood on end: it was Miguel.

“Hey, yourself. What’s up? How’s work going?”

“Didn’t go,” he replied. “James called and said that he needs next Wednesday off, so I traded him. Wanna go out tonight?”

Deanna felt a knot twist in her stomach, and she suddenly felt very exposed in front of Tim. She knew the knot was guilt, so what she said next was a surprise to her then and for a long time afterward.

“Can’t. I promised my dad I’d help him with the big case he’s working on, since I thought you were going to be at work.”

“Oh.”

The disappointment was apparent in Miguel’s voice, and Deanna felt the knot twist even harder. She began to backpedal.

“Well, let me see how long it’s going to take. Maybe we can catch a late movie or something.”

Deanna pretended to walk away from the phone and talk to someone. Tim stood, watching her move, his eyes hungrily surveying her body as it swayed in front of him. 

“I should be done by 9,” she finally told Miguel, and Tim raised an eyebrow and nodded. “So what if I meet you at your place at 9:30?”

“OK,” Miguel replied, his confidence and happiness restored. “I guess I can’t be upset at you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Again, the knot twisted a little tighter, but Deanna dismissed it as Tim walked up in front of her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I know,” she managed to choke out. “I’ll see you a little later, OK?”

“OK. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Bye.”

Deanna tossed the phone back into her purse and again paid attention to the naked man in front of her. It didn’t seem like cheating. Cheating was supposed to be hard; it was supposed to be something that you consciously decided to do, so this couldn’t be cheating. Deanna and Tim began to kiss again and made love several more times during that long, cold December evening. Each time, Deanna experienced earth-shattering orgasms, and she finally learned how “doggy-style” sex actually worked. They heard Tim’s parents come home around 6, but they never came up. They shouted ‘hellos’ up the stairs and Tim returned the greetings, breathless from his latest antics. 

Around 8:30, Deanna got up to get dressed, and Tim did the same. Words had been few and far between since their first escapade that afternoon, and the silence still held sway as Deanna prepared to leave. She wondered if Tim would call her during Christmas Break; she hoped he would.

“Call me?” she asked, a hint of demanding in her voice. He nodded in reply.

“I’ve got your number,” he said, “and I know where you work. Maybe I’ll drop by and see you there sometime.”

“I’d like that,” Deanna smiled as she tugged her sweater back over her head and tossed her hair. “I’d like that a lot.”

Soon, the two shared a final kiss at the top of the stairs and then descended together. Deanna met Tim’s parents as she left, and they invited her back any time, even if Tim wasn’t there, they said. Deanna smiled and thanked them, and Tim walked her out to her car. 

Forty-five minutes later, Deanna knocked on Miguel’s front door. He answered, looking as handsome as ever in an over-sized sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. They greeted one another with a kiss, and Miguel ushered Deanna in. They chatted as he pulled shoes on his feet, and soon the topic of Christmas came up.

“You know I’m still planning on getting you that jewelry,” Miguel commented.

Deanna cringed. 

“Please don’t,” she said. “It’s so expensive, and I don’t deserve it.”

Her mind flashed back to her actions that afternoon, and she smiled, thinking how much she didn’t deserve the jewelry would never be known.

“But you do,” Miguel countered. “I’m the one who gets to decide that, remember?”

“We’ll see,” Deanna said, stopping the arguments for the time being. “What do you want me to get you?”

“Whatever you want,” he said, rising and planting a kiss on the top of her head as they headed for the door and his car. “As long as I have you, I’m happy.”

Deanna smiled again, but more faintly this time. She was beginning to wonder if she wanted to remain his, or whether she would be better off with Tim, who she could at least talk to every day and had already shared such intimate moments with. 

All during the movie, Miguel was amorous, but Deanna’s affections were somewhat lacking. She knew that she should be more attentive to her boyfriend, but Tim’s love-making had seared his image into her mind, and she couldn’t help but think about him, even while Miguel was planting kisses on her neck. Needless to say, the movie was the last thing on her mind as she began forming a plan for the future. She hated to think about breaking up with Miguel, but her thoughts kept pushing her in that direction.

After the movie, Miguel drove her back to his place. His parents had been invited to a Christmas party that evening, so they were nowhere to be found, and Miguel’s younger brother, who was 17, was locked in his room with his girlfriend. Miguel led Deanna to his bedroom and also locked the door. Deanna’s breath hitched in her throat as she realized she could no longer pretend she was interested in the movie while Miguel’s hands played over her body. However, she didn’t let Miguel see her hesitation. She perched herself on the bed and he soon tumbled on top of her and began kissing her in the way she had told him she liked it best. Despite all his best efforts, Deanna still couldn’t get Tim out of her head, and she finally closed her eyes and submitted to fantasies about Tim while Miguel acted them out.

Half an hour later, the activity ended when Miguel proposed that he eat Deanna out. They hadn’t gotten this far in their relationship yet, so when Deanna said she’d rather not, Miguel was left to assume that she simply wasn’t ready, not that she wasn’t interested in having him explore her pussy. Miguel took the rejection in stride, and when Deanna looked at her watch and said she had to leave, he agreed without question. He walked her out to her car and opened the car door, then said good-bye and walked back to the house. 

Deanna was left alone with her thoughts for the first time that evening. She started the car and began the short drive home, but she had to pull over about halfway there to stop her hands from shaking and to dry the tears that had begun to pour down her cheeks. 

Deanna was a confused girl. She didn’t know whether to stay with the person who truly loved her, or to pin her hopes on the man she had given her virginity to. Her only hope was that Tim expressed a similar attachment when he called her sometime in the next few days. She still didn’t feel that she had cheated on Miguel. How could she have been cheating if it didn’t feel like cheating? Deanna finally wiped her eyes and finished the drive home. She didn’t talk to anyone when she went in, but went straight to her room and went to bed. She needed time to think.

Around 2 a.m., Deanna finally decided on a course of action, and closed her eyes and slept the sleep of the weary. 

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The next week – the week before Christmas – was a mass of parties and food at the Parker household, but Deanna had somehow managed to stay below the radar at all events this season. She worked a few days out of the week, and sure enough, Tim dropped by on Tuesday to see how she was doing.

He came by just as the front doors were being locked and asked Deanna to come with him to a party on Christmas Eve. Deanna accepted, as she had already begged out of the work-related party her folks were having that evening at their house. She also took the invitation as a good sign that her affections for Tim were returned. The two spent the rest of the evening together. Tim took her to a secluded area near his house and they made love in the bed of his truck, and Deanna was 99% certain that he now considered her his girlfriend. The lacking 1% was simply because he had never called her such to her face, but he may have done to his friends, for all she knew.

Deanna didn’t hear from Miguel at all that week. Deanna knew he was busy, especially since he had taken on that extra work day from his co-worker, but she felt even more neglected than she had previously and felt her decision to choose Tim was an even better one due to that fact. 

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The Christmas Eve party at Tim’s was spectacular. The two weren’t able to get away like they would have liked, but Deanna told Tim about her decision to break up with Miguel, and his eyes flared with triumph and desire, and he told her that her decision was hers to make, and that he didn’t want to influence it. Deanna just laughed and said that she thought she’d wait till after Christmas to tell him, since she didn’t want to ruin his holiday. 

Tim kissed her under the mistletoe that evening, in front of his parents and everybody, and Deanna took that to mean he would definitely be her boyfriend once she and Miguel were public history. 

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Miguel had been invited to Deanna’s parent’s house on Christmas Day, and he arrived early to give Deanna her gift. Deanna had been dreading seeing what he had gotten her – she was sincerely hoping it wasn’t the jewelry, although a secret part in the back of her mind coveted the gold trinkets – but sure enough, when she opened the tiny wrapped presents, the gold necklace and bracelet were nestled in soft white tissue paper.

Deanna’s parents oohed and aahed over the gifts, but didn’t ask any questions. Deanna felt tears welling up in her eyes as she slowly and graciously accepted the gifts. Miguel thought the tears were of happiness, and Deanna let the myth ring true, but that knot in her stomach had returned for the first time in a week and it was hurting her with its force. Deanna gave Miguel his gifts: the new Bush CD and a large bottle of “Airness.” He claimed to adore them, and the evening passed in peaceful harmony. 
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Two more weeks passed, and Deanna was back in school. She hadn’t heard from Miguel at all since Christmas, and she was now 100% sure that her decision to break up with him was the right one. After all, what kind of boyfriend doesn’t call to make sure his girl is doing all right? The fact that she had tried to call him four times and hadn’t received an answer any of the times simply reinforced her resolution. Tim had called her nearly every day, and Deanna’s parents had begun to wonder what was going on, but had wisely said nothing to their daughter about the matter.

Deanna had told her friends about her decision to break up with Miguel, but had mentioned nothing of the matter with Tim. Naturally, they all had their suspicions, but also cared enough for their friend that they left the matter alone until a more appropriate time.

Finally, Miguel called. He said he’d been out of town visiting his grandmother, who had unexpectedly taken ill, and he wanted to see her that evening. Deanna knew that the timing was going to be awful, but she needed her freedom, and her freedom suddenly took precedence over Miguel’s welfare and happiness. She agreed to meet him at his house around 7.

Accordingly, around 6, she began to get dressed. She didn’t know why this visit was different from any other (other than the obvious reason), but she felt the urge to dress up. She carefully chose her outfit, then donned the necklace and bracelet that Miguel had given her. She knew that she would have to give them back at the end of the evening, but she wanted to let Miguel know that she did appreciate his gesture. Tears streamed down her face as she fixed her hair, and she wound up not wearing much make-up, thanks to her crying. Promptly at 7 p.m., Deanna rang Miguel’s doorbell. He answered a moment later, smelling of “Airness” and with the Bush CD playing in the background. 

“I see you liked my gifts,” Deanna commented softly, with a tiny, forced smile.

“I love them… and I see you liked mine,” Miguel stated simply, fingering the tiny necklace that felt like an entire brick of gold around Deanna’s neck. Deanna looked down.

“I love them, too…” her voice trailed off, and she found tears again forming in the corners of her eyes. Deanna had never been good at break-ups, and while she was mature enough to know that they had to be done in person, she still hated doing it.

“What’s wrong?” Miguel asked, lifting her head up by her chin and frantically delving into her eyes, searching for the source of her sorrow. “Come here, baby. It’s all right.”

Miguel led Deanna to a chair and sat down in it, pulling her onto his lap. Deanna pushed off and removed the necklace and bracelet, putting them on a nearby desk. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, and then realized that she didn’t have to say a word. He knew; they always knew. Tears were forming in Miguel’s eyes even before Deanna said a word, and Deanna reached for his hand.

“I’m so sorry,” she began, but Miguel pulled his hand away.

“Why?” he asked sorrowfully. “I thought you loved me. I love you. Why are you doing this?”

Deanna looked at the wall behind Miguel. She found she couldn’t look him in the eye as she told him the story she had concocted.

“Because I can’t be left alone for weeks at a time, Miguel. I need more contact than that. I guess I’m a needy person, but that’s the way I am.”

“But I told you… my grandmother’s sick, and I had to go be with her,” Miguel protested, choking back his own sobs. Deanna held up a hand. She discovered that now that the lie was in the open, it was easy to keep going.

“I’m sure your grandmother has a phone, and I’m sure you wouldn’t have minded paying the bill for her if you really cared to talk to me. I didn’t hear from you for two weeks, Miguel, and every time I called, I had to wonder where you were and if you were OK. And before that, I hadn’t heard from you in a week, and before that, a week and a half. It’s too long. I’m sorry…” Deanna let her voice trail off again as she found the courage to look back at Miguel, who was still sitting in the chair, his head in his hands, tears streaming down his handsome face.

“I thought you’d want the necklace and bracelet back,” she continued, more softly, feeling ignored and alone, “so they’re on the table here. You’re welcome to keep the CD and the cologne, of course.”

The sound of Miguel crying brought her to another halt, and Deanna began to feel somewhat embarrassed standing in his living room.

“Ummm… I guess I’m gonna go now, ok?”

No answer came from Miguel’s direction, and Deanna made her way out the front door. As it clicked shut, she realized that she had done what she had come to do: break Miguel’s heart. She raced to her car and went home, then called Toni for a long chat to keep her distracted. Part of Deanna wanted to call Tim and let him know that she and Miguel were through, but a larger part of her was still mourning the loss of her seemingly-perfect relationship. Toni was sympathetic and consoled Deanna for a good portion of the evening, until Deanna felt less like a scum-sucking worm and more like a human again.

The next day, Deanna couldn’t find Tim anywhere. Usually she saw him when she was walking in between her classes, but on this particular day, he was nowhere to be found. When Deanna mentioned this to her friends at lunch, Marcie and Toni shared a ‘look.’ Deanna intercepted it, and demanded to know what it was about. Both denied having given each other any such ‘look,’ and Deanna was left to wonder what sort of devilry was in the cards. 

Before she had a chance to ponder it too hard, though, Tim came rushing up to the table, breathless and ecstatic. Deanna’s heart began to pound, and she wondered which one of her friends – it must have been Marcie or Toni – had told him that she was now single.

Unfortunately, this time, Deanna was the Fool.

“She called me last night, and we’re back together!” Tim grinned as he stood over an instantly-frozen Deanna.

“Porsche? You’re back together with Porsche?” Bridget asked innocently. Tim nodded, and the movement of his head sent Deanna into a tailspin. Her head was whirling, and she felt a sudden urge to throw up. She managed to make it to the nearest trash can before her lunch saw the light of day for a second time, then she stumbled to the bathroom. Her friends followed close behind her, having abandoned Tim and their own lunches for their friend’s well-being.

“Girl? You OK?” Toni asked carefully as Deanna exited the stall after having paid a few more obeisances to the porcelain goddess. Deanna leaned against the bathroom wall and nodded.

“Just a bug, I guess. I’ll be fine.”

Deanna managed a wan smile for her friends, and they decided not to question her story, despite the ‘bug’s’ obvious timing. They knew that she would one day break down and tell them all, just as they had all done on previous occasions.

“All right,” Marcie said, slipping an arm over Deanna’s shoulder. “You want to go sit on a bench somewhere till class?”

Deanna nodded, and she and her troupe of friends walked to the nearest bench and sat down. Just then, Tim and Porsche walked by, arms wrapped around one another, obviously as in love as they had been months before. Deanna looked down, and her friends shared looks over her head.

“It’ll be all right, girl,” Bridget said. “He wasn’t worth it anyway, and you’re better off without Miguel, too, if he can’t manage to call you for two weeks.”

The other girls offered similar platitudes, but Deanna still felt small and lost, despite her friends’ best efforts. However, she made it through the school day, and, a few weeks later, discovered that she could smile and laugh and enjoy life exactly as she had before, although she had learned several valuable life lessons.




Flawed Logic



One Friday, a few weeks before graduation, after Toni and her boyfriend had announced their engagement, and Deanna, Marcie and Bridget both had moved through several boyfriends of their own, Deanna found herself bored and lonely. She thought about turning on the computer and finding a new friend, then smiled to herself.

No, she decided. This time would be different. This time she wouldn’t be so desperate. This time, she could handle being alone.

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