24 comments/ 67940 views/ 46 favorites How I Landed My Girlfriend By: fgmntfmgnshn As always: Thanks to rf-fast for editing. Your insights were a welcome addition. I was scampering home. I know, I know, but it's true. I wasn't in a hurry, rushing, going quickly, or any other verb. I truly felt like a rat on the wheel with a piece of cheese in front of it. For the first time ever, a girl was coming to my house. It all started with an accident in my freshman chemistry class. I loved chemistry and I was going to make a career out of it. With my vision set and a full scholarship to State University, I was on my way. I did my best to ingratiate myself with the faculty, especially the leading chemistry professor, Dr. David James and I was glad I did. He allowed me to sit in on lectures, involved me on some of his personal projects and when he could, professional ones as well and even took me to a conference that was being held nearby. I probably spent more time with him than my fellow students. It didn't matter to me; I was dedicated to my career. If you wanted to go the psychological route, it may have had something to do with my father leaving when I was seven or the fact my mom remarried four years ago to a guy I thought was creepy who, ironically, was a police psychologist for the state and probably the one to ask about why I didn't socialize very much. Then again, I'm a chemist and not a psychologist. The only damper was that I never had a girl in my life. That is unless you count the terabytes of porn I have. Yes, that word was plural. "What the hell are you doing Paige?" Dr. James called out, "Fuck – Everyone out NOW! Leave everything and go!" With his exaggerated motions, the class quickly dispersed for the exits. Everyone from the building pooled outside, curious as to why we were being evacuated. Hazmat showed up and stormed the building as if they were on a beach in Normandy as I finally cut through the throngs of people and into the company of my professor. "What happened?" I pushed up my black rimmed glasses with one hand and readjusted my backpack with the other. Despite being told to abandon everything, no way was I leaving it behind, it was my precious. Dr. James was rubbing his forehead, "I give the class an easy mixture of hydrochloric acid and sodium hydroxide and Paige decides she wants to use sodium cyanide instead. What should have been common table salt turned into a poisonous hydrogen gas." I chuckled and he shot me a dirty look. "What did you expect from a person who chose sorority life instead of concentrating on college?" I knew I was being stereotypical and I only said it for a laugh. In all actuality, I had never met Paige Pierson. "I don't know what to do with her, halfway through the semester and she's still making stupid mistakes. I can't keep an eye on one when I have a whole class to deal with." Dr. James took a deep breath and stared at me for a moment. "What about you, Tyler, huh, interested in babysitting for me?" I laughed. He just looked at me. "Are you serious?" "I was thinking, I could pair off the class and everyone can have a lab partner. I normally don't do that for my freshman class because I want everyone to have hands on experience and the mixtures are so basic but Paige is definitely making me rethink that notion. At least this way, I can make sure she's paired up with you and the school won't burn down." "But Sir, what about my studies? I really don't want to be dragged down by the class ditz." "She's not that bad, she's pulling in a 'C,' it's just that she doesn't concentrate during the lab exercises." Dr. James must have noticed my still less than enthused facial expression and decided to sweeten the pot. "I'll tell you what, I'll convince the Board of Trustees to let me take a prized pupil with me to the Global Chemical Convention in Munich." That got my attention and I couldn't help my eyes from going wide and the goofy grin now plastered on my face. I suppose I could help the dirty blonde haired slightly air headed girl with some basic chemistry for a chance to go to Munich. Dr. James put his arm around my shoulder. "That's a yes," he laughed. It took hazmat a week before they gave the green light for classes to resume, but I think they were milking the clock. Dr. James wasted no time. One second after class began, he announced his decision to divide the class into pairs and that they were chosen at "random." The students reshuffled their seats and I was no exception. I took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair and stood. Somehow, I just knew I was going to be doing all the work while she spent all her time on Facebook or something. At least she was good eye candy, she could have a starring role in my late night fantasies – "Oh, Tyler, your knowledge of chemistry makes me so horny." Before I could take a step, however, a female voice interrupted my reverie. "You're Tyler Morgan, aren't you?" It was Paige. I always knew she was attractive but seeing her right next to me versus across the room with forty people separating us, well, it was obvious I was underestimating her looks. Her locks had a slight, natural curl to them, her eyes were like sparkling emeralds, her body was an hourglass, but her dimples are what really made her stand out as they made her absolutely adorable. "Yes I am." "Hi, I'm Paige." She set down her bag at the desk next to mine. "I guess that means we're partners." "I guess so," I chuckled. "And you're the one that shatters the curve on all the tests we have?" "Uh..." "I thought so." Paige shook her head and then muttered under her breath, "Random my ass..." Then in a much more pleasant tone she continued, "Listen, I know why we were teamed up together so do you think you could help?" "With what?" "I'm majoring in chemistry and I'm getting a 'C' in the freshman class. Can you help me get better?" "Of course." I was ecstatic at her words. If she had the incentive, then I wasn't going to be doing all the work. She'll actually give a damn. "Great. How about we start tonight at your place?" This was happening all too fast. "Um, all right." "It's a date." My body went stiff, "What?" I barely got the word out. "It's a study date." Paige giggled. "Geez, lighten up. It's not like you and I would ever be together on a real date." And there it was. The fatal blow to my ego. The wooden stake through the heart. The silver bullet. But I didn't care. Though it was a study date, a girl was going to come over to my house and into my room. Even if I didn't have a shot, how often was this going to happen? In my mind, I can always play this back as my first official date, even though it wasn't. And so I was scampering home. I waited until the end of class, of course, but I left for home immediately. I had to get prepared for Paige's arrival. My chemistry books, my notes, a few common household items that I can use to demonstrate chemistry in a fun way. Most importantly, I had to clean my room. "Hey son," my stepfather called out as I rushed through the house. "How's it going?" I rolled my eyes. Something about him always bothered me. He would always greet me but after that, we just kept to ourselves. "Fine Ray." He shook his head as if he was disappointed with my response, which was typical for him and I continued up the stairs to my room, which was typical for me. I had an hour to get ready and I felt I needed every second of it. I was hard at work when the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock to notice my hour was up. I hustled down the stairs to welcome my guest. "I got it!" Coming from upstairs, I didn't make it in time. "Hi mom, when did you get home?" "A few minutes ago, you didn't tell me we were going to have a guest." Mom gave an enthusiastic smile, "And such a pretty one at that." "She's just here to study, that's all." I lowered my head in embarrassment. "We're all set in my room, Paige." "I'll bring up some dinner for you in a little bit!" Mom was more excited about this than I was and she was determined to improve my nonexistent chances with this girl. I offered to handle Paige's school bag and she accepted. As I turned to head upstairs, I saw Ray leering at my lab partner. Right in front of mom. It was just another instance that made me question why my mom married him. She was in her mid-forties and still attractive for her age while he was slightly older, going bald, and had a potbelly. His appearance aside, what really bothered me was how he treated her. He wasn't mean, per se, but he seemed to have her in the palm of his hand. Whatever he said, she did, happily. As long as she was happy, I suppose. I didn't have time to think about that however, I had a date. Paige and I sat down at my desk and we started. She impressed me with her thirst for knowledge. She was really taking this seriously. I did a couple demonstrations and her eyes lit up. We had just begun with our reaction questions, where we had to write the equations based on the reaction named, when there came a light rapping on my chamber door. "Dinner's ready." I opened the door to find my mom had a tray with two plates and two glasses of cola. She had made a simple meal of spaghetti, perhaps wanting to encourage us to reenact the scene from 'Lady and the Tramp.' It wasn't going to happen. "Thanks, mom." "You're welcome. And thanks for being polite – That's my son, always the gentleman." "Thanks mom," I was insistent in my tone this time and mom took the hint. "Well, if you need anything else, don't be afraid to ask." "Or I can get it myself," I rolled my eyes as she shut the door. "Sorry about that." "It's all right," Paige laughed. "Since we seem to be taking a break, I have to use the restroom." "Certainly, it's at the end of the hall." "Thanks." I have to admit, I was skeptical before but now I was positive that I would file this away as my first date. Paige was fun to be around, her laugh infectious, and her smile unparalleled. And we talked too. She told a few stories about her initiation with Tri Gamma Deltas and I glossed over some of the non-educational practices of our professor. If the rest of the semester achieved what this evening has provided, I was going to enjoy chemistry like I never had before, and I don't mean class. If she couldn't possibly be my girlfriend, perhaps she could be my girl friend. Amazing how one little space can differentiate meaning. Besides, there is nothing wrong with fantasizing. I was getting slightly worried as it was taking Paige a long time to come back from the bathroom. I didn't want to go check on her, I mean, how weird would that look? But as more time passed, I found myself wanting to do just that. When the clock hit the forty-five minute mark, I decided to search for my lab partner. I wouldn't be surprised, and I mean not at all, if she had left after what happened with my mom. I opened my bedroom door and Paige was standing right there, her right hand was reaching out toward the handle that was no longer right in front of her. Her presence was startling to me. I just wasn't expecting it. I squeaked out an, "Oh," as my body quivered. "You're cute," Paige giggled. "Did I scare you?" Her breasts brushed up against me as she entered the room. "Just a little," I unconsciously rubbed my hand against the place where her chest had touched me. Paige grabbed the tray and sat on my bed, "Are you going to join me?" Her hand was lightly massaging the area of the comforter right next to her. It would have been easier for both of us to eat at my desk but I wasn't about to argue. I moved tentatively to the desired position, more because I was expecting her to laugh at me and claim, 'I can't believe you thought I was serious?' Instead of sitting right next to her, I sat on the edge of the bed and took hold of my plate. She slid closer to me. All through our meal, we ate in silence. I was too nervous to say anything and she was too busy to say anything. Her thigh was rubbing my leg. In between bites, her hand would brush up against my arm or my neck. And her hips, they kept sliding closer until she was at my side. I finished my meal and took a drink, "Shall we get back to our reactions?" "I just have a little left. Here, have some of mine." Paige grabbed both our forks and put the remaining spaghetti between the two. She handed me my fork as she moved hers to her mouth. She seemed oblivious that a couple noodles stretched the utensils. Her head came closer to mine. I gulped down my mouthful, "Uh." Paige dropped her fork and let her plate fall to the floor. She had a smile I've never seen before on a girl as our lips met. It started out as just a light touching but soon that wasn't enough for her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, parted her lips, and then her tongue forced entry into my mouth. Not that I was fighting her, but I was quickly entering uncharted territory. I did my best to mimic Paige's movements and she mewled. This kiss was the most erotic adventure I have ever been on, and it was just a kiss. But I did nothing else. I made no move to advance things further. I just sat there, my hands still grasping my plate. Her words of "not like you and I would ever be together," were still echoing in my head and I didn't want to remind her she was kissing me. She finally broke our moment of heaven and as she pulled back, she was smiling. "Wow," I breathed out. I was definitely going to have to thank mom for the spaghetti. "You really are a gentleman. You didn't try anything," Paige giggled. "I have to admit, you usually aren't the type of guy I normally go for but there's just something about you." She licked her lips, "Here, let me help you." She took off her bra from underneath her shirt, a move that impressed me. She then grabbed my plate and tossed it on the floor as well. Her hands met mine and she moved them under her shirt and placed them on her breasts. On contact, her eyes closed and her body shivered, as if a bolt of electricity shot through it. "Oh God, what was that?" I had barely moved my hands and stopped at her words, "What was what?" Paige's eyes opened, "Please, play with them more. Do whatever you like, just keep touching me." I did. I molded. I shaped. I groped. In other words, I molested Paige. I was unsure of what I was doing but she didn't seem to mind. I know I didn't. I then tweaked her nipples. "Holy fuck! Uuugggghhh!" Paige groaned. Her knuckles went white as she clutched the blanket and her body seized. Paige's breath was labored as she collapsed into my body and I cradled her in my arms, "Are you all right?" "You really are naïve," Paige gave a half smile. "Guilty," I smiled back. "How can someone so innocent when it comes to sex be able to do that to me?" "Do what?" Paige leaned up to give me a brief kiss, "I never had an orgasm from someone just playing with my boobs before, not even myself." My eyes wide, mouth agape look of shock caused her to chuckle. "Listen, um, I hope you won't think less of me but can we..." She trapped her lower lip in her teeth as her hand snaked down to my crotch. I felt as if I was in the twilight zone or a porn movie. Either way... "No." I gently removed her hand. "What?" Paige lifted herself away from me, "What did you say?" "I'm sorry, but I don't want my first time to be with my parents downstairs and with a girl who will hate me tomorrow." "I won't hate you. I love you." I was in complete shock. For the first time, a girl who was not my mom declared she loved me. Paige, however, looked as if she just ate a lemon. "Fuck," she quickly grabbed her book bag as she ran out of my room, mumbling, "I can't believe I said that, now he'll think I'm a freak." It only took a moment to realize that for one, I'm stupid. Stupid isn't even the word for passing up sex with Paige Pierson. I just missed a golden opportunity that I cannot see happening again. And two, I fucked up somehow. I really liked her and I forced her to run away. I sprinted downstairs, "Paige, wait!" It came out too late, as she was already gone. "How'd you fuck that up?" Ray's voice came from behind. I turned to see my stepfather, sitting on the couch, drinking a beer with my mom cuddled into his side, sleeping. "What do you mean by that?" "Nothing." Ray sat there with a peculiar amused look and it appeared that he was struggling to not laugh at me. "Goodnight," I mumbled as I headed back upstairs. As soon as I was out of sight, Ray did laugh. Hard. "Asshole," I muttered as I slammed my bedroom door. Two days later, I was a nervous wreck walking into chemistry class. I hadn't seen Paige since the incident at my house, not like I keep the company of sorority girls and frat guys and it was apparent she doesn't hang out where you can normally find me, either the chem lab or the library. I took my seat, my eyes constantly going back and forth from the door to the clock as if I was a cat following a laser pointer. It was all for naught because Paige never came. I resolved to wait until class was over so I could ask Dr. James if he had heard anything. Not that I thought he was her keeper or anything, but maybe, just maybe... It was the longest class of my life. My mind couldn't comprehend what I was feeling any more than it could process the wonderful uses bismuth has to offer. As soon as the student body was dismissed, I stood and proceeded to head over to Dr. James. What was odd was that he was on his way towards me. "Dr. James, have you..." My professor chuckled as he put his hand on my shoulder, "Looks like you're going to Munich for only one day's worth of work. "Huh?" "Paige, oh, did she not tell you? She dropped the class this morning." He snickered again, "But a deals a deal." Something didn't add up. Paige said she wanted to be a chemist. It didn't make sense for her to do this. Did she drop the class over me? "Do you think you could wait to process her drop?" "She's only missed the one class." Dr. James began rubbing his black and grey beard, "But why?" "Please, for me?" "Certainly, but Paige would still have to..." As soon as he said 'certainly,' I flung my bag over my shoulder and took off. "Thanks Dr. James, you've been a big help." I ran to the Tri Gamma Delta sorority house and since I was out of shape, I arrived on their front porch with my hands on my knees, huffing for precious oxygen, just waiting for shooting pains to course through my left arm. I heard a pair of giggles from behind, but I couldn't move for fear of death. Two girls brushed by me as they tried to hold in their laughter, which I assumed I was the cause. "Can we help you?" The curvy, busty brunette asked. A stunning athletic looking brown haired girl added, "Are you lost or something?" I took one last deep breath, the one that allowed me to compose myself. "I'm here to see Paige Pierson." "And you are?" The brunette inquired. "Tyler Morgan." "Wait, you're Tyler?" The shock apparent in the brown haired girl's voice. "You're the guy Paige is hung up on?" "Mr. Magic hands?" The brunette added, surprised herself. "Uh," my cheeks went crimson with that last comment. I pushed up my glasses to the bridge of my nose and gave a quick swipe across my brow. "Is Paige here? I really need to talk to her." "We'll see," the brown haired girl answered. "Wait here." They both entered the house. As the door shut, I heard laughter and the words "Oh my God," and "I know, right?" being exclaimed. Minutes later, Paige appeared. "Hi Tyler." Her eyes were glued to the sidewalk. "Paige, I came here to apologize. I'm not sure what I did to make you run away, but it had to be my fault. I've never been in that situation with a girl and I didn't know how to react. So once again, I'm sorry. With that said, don't drop Dr. James' class. If you're serious about becoming a chemist, and I know you are, he's the best State U has to offer to get you there. If you feel we can't share the same class, then I'll switch into his other freshman chemistry class. He'll let me. But don t hurt your future over me." I said my peace and started walking away. How I Landed My Girlfriend "So you're not mad at me?" I stopped dead in my tracks. "Why would I be mad at you?" I turned to face her, confused beyond belief. Are all women as hard to master as quantum physics? Paige looked at me, the first time since she came out of the house. "Because I said the 'L' word when we only had one study date." "What 'L' word?" My shoulders shrugged involuntarily. "Do you mean when we were talking about the metal Lutetium?" Paige stared at me as if I had a third eye. "Love, you goof." She then shied away. "I said, I love you." "That's what this is about? Why would I be mad at that?" "What?" Paige's head jerked in my direction, eyeing me carefully. I walked toward Paige. "If you were honest with yourself and you truly felt that way, then who am I to judge? It shocked me, sure, but that's because of who I am. I believe your words were 'naïve' and 'innocent' when it came to describe me." "So you didn't think I was being to forward when I said I love you?" "Open, honest communication is the only way any relationship can last; whether it's romantic or a friendship. It is the only thing I learned from my father." Even if it was reversed in his case. He was a lying, cheating bastard. "What if I say I still do?" "Still what? Love me?" Paige only nodded. Who made up these dating rules that has Paige so fearful to speak her feelings? Does she think I'm going to send her to the firing squad or the guillotine? Maybe I'm different because the only girl I've interfaced with was my mother and she was always open with me about her feelings. "I'd say are you free on Saturday? I'd really like to take you out on an official date, one that doesn't involve studying." Paige jumped in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. It was the only time I regretted not having any prior weight training because I folded to the ground like a cheap suit. She gave me a couple quick kisses before moving in for the real thing. This time, I didn't just sit there, or lay there as it may. I didn't grope her, we were on her front lawn after all, but I did put my arms around her, pulling her closer. I pushed my tongue in her mouth and copied how I kissed her in my bedroom but I also added random movements and gauged her reaction. She really liked me lightly scraping my teeth against her tongue. Paige broke the kiss and leaned into my ear, "I don't know what it is that you do to me, but every time we kiss, I get really horny." I whispered back, "I'm sure you can feel how aroused I get when you kiss me too." How she was sitting on me, there was no mistaking that she could feel my erection. Paige proved me right by wiggling her hips with a smile. "What time are you picking me up on Saturday?" "I was thinking nine o'clock." "Okay, so the typical dinner and the club?" "I don't know. Do they serve dinner at nine in the morning?" Paige sat up with a start, "Did you just say nine a.m.?" "People who love each other can share different interests. If you truly enjoy going to the club, I swear we'll go. I have no problems sharing your passions. But Saturday, well, I want to show you what I'm about." Paige rolled off me, "I look forward to it." I stood, offered Paige my hand, and she greedily accepted. I pulled her into my arms, "I think our audience is anxious to hear your story." I gave a head nod to the house in which at least ten pairs of eyes were watching from the windows. "They'll have to wait," Paige hooked her arm into mine. "Because me and my boyfriend are going over to his place." "We are?" I may have asked, but I was already walking with her toward her car. I also have to admit that on the inside I was jumping for joy when she called me her boyfriend. "Yeah," Paige gave me her wonderful smile. "I didn't go to class today so you need to show me what I missed." I smiled back, unwilling to tell her that my mind was lost in the clouds worrying about her so I had no idea what Dr. James lectured us about. As it turned out, I didn't need to know. Once my bedroom door shut, Paige was all over me. Her lips quickly latched onto mine, her hands, with the deft precision of a surgeon, removed my lower garments faster than you could say 'holy shit.' "Holy Shit," I exclaimed as Paige pushed me to the bed. She wasn't wasting any time as she removed her clothes. Shirt, jeans, underwear; all gone in mere moments. Two days ago, Paige was ready to have sex with me and I stopped her. This time, there was no stopping her. The fire in her eyes told me she wasn't asking, she was demanding and no matter what I said or did, she was going to have it her way. Thinking back, I only said no because of parents and I didn't want to go through the rest of the semester with a pissed off lab partner. After the public display in front of her sorority, I doubt that would happen and as for parents, screw them. Well, not actually screw them. I want to screw Paige. We're both consenting adults and my mom seemed pleased that a girl came over at all. I clawed at the hem of my shirt and pulled it overhead, tossing it in no general direction as my eyes were glued to the nudity in front of me. Paige's body was flawless. A true work of art. "Gorgeous," I breathed out. Paige jumped on the bed, her hand immediately grabbing my manhood. "You're quite handsome yourself." Her leg was coming across my body. I stopped her limb and lightly smacked her hand away. Paige just looked at me with a puzzling expression. I smiled, "I'm not done with you, yet." Paige tilted her head, "What do..." I cut her off by flipping her whole body over me, her back now laying on the bed with me on top of her. "Oh," she giggled. I kissed her as my hands began feeling Paige's body; her shoulders, her stomach, her tits, her thighs, and then lastly, her quim. She was saturated. I stuck two fingers inside and they were immediately sucked inside. Damn. I really had no idea what I was doing but Paige didn't seem to mind. I started kissing my way down. First her chin, then her neck – that drove her nuts – and then I went further. Finally, my mouth reached her glorious orbs. I eagerly feasted on my first pair of tits. They were succulent, soft, and I couldn't get enough. Neither could Paige. And when I began nipping at her nipple, her arms suffocated my head, urging more contact while her pussy clasped onto my pumping fingers. A wave flooded not only them, but it also escaped her orifice and drained down my arm. Knowing what was happening, I kept going, though my movements were restricted with her clutches. As she came down from her high, Paige panted, her voice raspy but still very much full of need, "Please, for the love of God, please just fuck me." Paige was doing all that she could to move me from my current position to one on top of her. I complied. I moved in between her legs, my dick right at her entrance. I stared deep into my soon to be lovers lust filled eyes, her face scrunched in desperation. I slowly pushed forward, my cock salivating pre-cum in anticipation of its first pussy. I can't describe the sheer unbelievable feeling of exhilaration the velvety sensation my shaft was enduring as the sleek wetness of Paige engulfed inch after inch of my throbbing erection until I was at last buried to the hilt. "Oh God, again? So soon?" Paige once again went soaring into euphoria. Her eyes tightened, her arms enveloped my body, her legs encircled my waist, and her cunt did its best to ensure my favorite appendage was there to stay. I paused until Paige's eyes began to flutter. Without warning, I pulled most of the way out and then plunged forward. "Oh fuck yes!" I grunted with each insertion and she echoed me with a moan every time I bottomed out. I could only smile as I continued to repeat my thrusts harder and faster with each incessant delve into her depths. Who knew you could be this good during your first time? I really started to pound home, my face furrowed with my effort to prolong the euphoric bliss I was feeling. I knew it was a fight I was going to lose but it was worth every effort to savor the joys of my first coupling with a woman. I reopened my eyes, with me on the verge of losing control I wanted the sight of Paige underneath me etched in my memory for the remainder of my years. The vision below me didn't disappoint. She was writhing, her hands clutching the comforter with ivory knuckles, her eyes tightly sealed, and her mouth sculpted in a permanent 'O' shape. God, those dimples are sexy as hell. "Oh shit, Tyler – Here it comes... Again!" "Me too Paige." "Don't you dare pull out. Give it to me baby. Give me your seed. Fill me! Fuck me!" I had fleeting thoughts about 'maybe I should've used protection' or 'is she on the pill,' but they didn't last. Paige's words of encouragement, her confidence, her desire had all morphed into her passion for me. She loved me and I wanted to grant her all her wants without any want for myself. I slammed as deep into her channel as I could and it felt like home. I grunted and unloaded. At my first injection, Paige screamed and I swear it shook the foundation of the house. I wasn't done but neither was she. With each subsequent salvo, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and then her body appeared to be having a seizure. All her prior orgasms were nothing like this. Earth shattering is the only word to describe what I saw my girlfriend going through, and it scared the shit out of me. I was done and she was still convulsing. I pulled out and coddled her. I rested her head onto my chest and held her tight. After the longest minute of my life, she finally stopped shaking. I took a very relieving, large intake of air. What do I say? What do I do now? Turns out, it didn't matter. To my dismay, Paige's not shaking only meant she wasn't moving – at all. Now I started shaking her, "Paige, Honey, wake up. Please..." The greatest thrill of my life and I was certain I'd never have sex again, not if killing the girl I'm with is a possibility. "Please Paige, come back to me..." I took her pulse and thankfully there was one. I brushed her hair from her head, "Honey..." Paige's eyes began to, albeit slowly, flutter open. "Thank goodness," I sighed. "Are you all right?" "You called me Honey," Paige's tired smile was ear to ear, "I love you." Stories have been told that a virgin can fall in love with the first girl they sleep with. I'm not sure how true that is but I truly felt love for Paige. She was funny, bright, and great to be with. I knew at that moment I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. "I love you too." I couldn't believe it, but her smile went wider at my words. "Most guys say that to get into a girls pants. You are the first one that's said that to me afterwards." "I'm glad I could be your first." Paige snickered, "Speaking of, are you sure that was your first time? That was the greatest sex I've ever had. It's not even close. I've heard it could happen but I've never passed out before." "I'm glad to hear that can actually happen because I was seconds away from calling an ambulance." Paige giggled at that but I was serious. "And yet, I am positive that was my first time, unless someone jumped me in my sleep." "I'm glad I could be your first." "And last," I leaned down and kissed her. My life was good but with Paige, it became great. We were together every moment we could. After school, she would come over before her part time waitressing job. Sometimes I would go to the diner and pretend to be a normal customer. I tip well. In between her classes, she would visit me in the library where I worked. I went to her sorority house in between mine. That Saturday, our first official date, was actually our third. She was utterly shocked I took her to the art museum, Oscar's which is a five star steak restaurant, and to the operatic performance of Mozart's 'Magic Flute.' Paige loved it. She was impressed that it wasn't just dinner and a movie, that I actually had put thought into our time together. As promised, our second/fourth date was at Club Ego. That was certainly a sight to behold. It looked as if I were Paige having an earth shattering orgasm. She didn't mind, of course, and just went with it. She was so spectacular looking in her little black dress and I, well, Paige dressed me with the best clothes I had available, which was a button down shirt and slacks. It was obvious I was out of my element and the other guys there swarmed because of it. Every time I would go get drinks, Paige was hit on. She would always respond "no," and then give them the shoulder. To be honest, the club wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Perhaps that was because of the company I was with. Regardless, Paige and I enjoyed all the time we had together, though I had to be careful how much physical attention I gave her. Every touch that could have a sexual tone to it – a brushing of her chest, a grab of her ass, even a kiss of more than a peck – sent her libido into the next stratosphere. She couldn't explain it and I didn't know. Was that normal? It didn't matter. She took advantage and so did I. My calculus class was cancelled. That's how easy it was for my life to get flipped, turned upside down. I was done for the day while Paige still had world history so I went home. I turned down Watterly Lane, the street my house is on, to see two cars in the circle driveway. One was Ray's and the other wasn't my mothers. Curious, I chose stealth to be my best option. I entered the house, making sure the door didn't slam. No one was downstairs but I did hear the distinct sound of a bed creaking. I was pissed. I marched upstairs and couldn't believe my eyes. The bastard was so cocky that he even left the bedroom door open. There Ray was, laying there with a girl riding him. I was about to interrupt when he groaned and her back arched. Ray smiled up at her, "When I snap my fingers, you will wake up, get dressed and go home. You will remember nothing of our encounter and when you hear the phrase 'Slut needs servicing,' you will immediately fall back into this trance. One... Two... Three," He snapped his fingers. The girl went on autopilot and began following her instructions. I recognized her immediately. It was Sharon, the busty brunette from Paige's sorority. I ducked into my bedroom. I needed to think about what to do. Not more than a minute later, Sharon walked by. She seemed oblivious to her surroundings and nonchalantly went downstairs and out the front door. I charged into the master bedroom, full of fury, even more so when I saw Ray laying down with a proud expression on his face. "What the hell's going on here?" Ray grinned at me, "Hey, son." "Don't call me that, you bastard!" "Damn it. I just can't get it to work on you." Ray shook his head. "Anyways, what do you mean? I'm just laying here." "I mean, why are you cheating on my mom with Sharon?" "Sharon? That's her name? I just call her Slut." "Whatever, I'm going to tell her off in a minute. As for you, get out! My mom deserves better." "When did you grow some balls?" Ray laughed. "I'm not going anywhere and it won't do you any good to confront Slut or Sherry or whatever that bitches name is. She thinks she was studying all afternoon." "You hypnotized her?" He just answered me with a grin. "Just get the fuck out and don't come back!" Ray's smug expression turned to one of intimidation as he stood. "Make me, you pussy." Just another instance in which I wish I had done some weight training in my past. Ray may have been big and bloated but I was short and skinny. If we fought, my money would be on King Hippo in front of me so I did the only thing I could think of, I ran to mommy. Okay, I actually ran to my car, drove ten miles to C. W. Financial where my mother is an accountant, and then ran to mommy. I was navigating the cubicles to the back of the fifth floor and was winded when I knocked on the wall of Joyce Freemont. Mom turned in her chair and stood when she saw me, assuming something was amiss. "Tyler, what are you doing here? Is everything all right?" I held up my index finger as I caught my breath. I really need to get in shape. Breathing back to normal, I reached for her hand, cupping it with both of mine. "Mom, I really don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to say it. Ray is cheating on you." Mom fell back in her chair. "My math class was cancelled and when I came home early, he was there with someone." That's when the waterworks appeared. Mom put both hands to her face and her shoulders kept twitching. "I can't believe this is happening again." I put her head to my chest and held her. "I'm sorry mom, I really am. Though I never liked him, he seemed to make you happy. I am so sorry." "It's not your fault. Just promise me you'll never be like that." "Never. I promise." It took mom a few minutes to calm down. "Do me a favor, Tyler." "Anything." "Don't go home for a couple of hours. I'm almost done here and then I'm going to clean house." "Are you sure? I had told him to leave and he threatened me. I don't want anything to happen to you." "I can handle Ray. Don't worry about me." I was skeptical, but I listened. I called Paige to let her know not to come over and instead I'll come to her sorority. I debated back and forth about telling her what I saw. Sharon was her roommate and best friend. And it really wasn't Sharon's fault, was it? She was hypnotized. Paige and I were sitting on the couch and I chose to give her the truncated description of what transpired. I left out Sharon and hypnotism, but explained that I walked in on Ray cheating on mom and that I went to my mothers work to tell her. I almost blew my own cover when Sharon walked in. I was still upset that she was involved in this, unwillingly or not. I calmed myself just in time and asked to see her phone. "Why?" Sharon asked as she handed it over. Both Paige and Sharon eyed me curiously. "Nothing, really. I just need to check something and my battery is about to die on mine." "You could've used mine," Paige took a drink of soda. I scrolled through her call log and saw nothing. The bastard even deleted the evidence. I shook my head in disgust. "Damn." "What's wrong Baby?" Paige put her arm around my shoulders. "Nothing. It's fine." Fuck. I felt I had to do something. If I can't get proof of what Ray's doing, then how do I get Sharon out of this mess? Perhaps... "Thanks Sharon. Here's your phone back." As we both reached out, I let the phone slip through my grasp. It hit Paige's cup, making a mess but also drenching the device in the syrupy liquid. "Shit, I'm sorry Sharon." "Fuck, my phone," Sharon fumed. "It's ruined, damn it." "I'll get some towels," Paige jumped off the couch and sprinted in the kitchen. I picked up the phone and the cola dripped from the sides. "I'll buy you a new one. We can go right now if you'd like." "Your damn right you're going to buy me a new one! As soon as you clean up this mess, we're leaving." I played the forlorn soul to perfection while on the inside, I was ecstatic. I bought Sharon a top of line cell phone, which required a new service. It was an upgrade of her previous one by quite a bit and I did it just to ensure she had a new number. She was grateful and I was grateful Ray wouldn't be calling her anytime soon. I dropped the girls off and headed home. Mom was going to need me. I pulled down Watterly Lane, and once again, I was surprised to see two cars in the driveway, moms and Ray's. I tentatively walked into the house. I was expecting screaming, the sound of fighting, even the devastation of a nuclear bomb having exploded but I didn't get any of that. What I got was the sound of the news on the television and the smell of dinner in the air. That, and Ray sitting on the couch with a beer in one hand, him waving at me with the other, and a big smile on his face. How I Landed My Girlfriend "Hi, son." "Fuck you." "We'll see." I went into the kitchen, mom was slaving over the stove, humming. "Hi Mom. What's going on?" "There you are," Mom turned toward me, smiling. "I was getting worried. You should've told me you were going to be late." "What? You told me to come home late. Remember when I came up to see you at work?" "Nonsense," Mom shook her head. "Now set the table for dinner." "No. Now tell me why he's still here," I pointed to the living room. "What on earth are you talking about? Ray's always here, I am married to the man." "But the bastard cheated on you!" "Tyler Andrew Morgan," Mom stomped her foot as her voice raised a couple octaves. "I know you don't like Ray but there is no excuse to make up lies about him." "But..." "Not another word, young man." I've seen the look that my mom was giving me before. She was ready to put me over her knee. I haven't been punished like that since I was certain I could drive – when I was eight. What just happened? I back peddled, unable to look away from my mom. How could she not believe me? As soon as my foot left tile and pressed into the padding of carpet, signaling I was in the living room, I was grabbed from behind. "You little shit, thought you could get rid of me," Ray's teeth were clenched as he raised me off the floor and against the wall. "You're going to learn that I'm in charge and you're the ant I crush with my shoe." "What did you do to my mom?" "You're mom's a fine piece of ass and a real hellcat in bed, at least she is now. I may have had a little something to do with that," Ray chuckled. "You know your mom didn't want anything to do with me? Now she's nothing but my bitch." "Asshole." Ray tightened his grip. "Is that any way to talk to your stepfather?" "Put me down!" My hands were struggling but I was getting nowhere. "Ask nicely," Ray pushed me harder into the wall. I took the hint. I inhaled deeply. I didn't want to do this but he had me locked in. "Please, put me down, Sir." "Gladly." Ray gave me a sinister smile as he let go. I crashed to the floor with a thud. "Everything all right in there," Mom called from the kitchen. "Everything's good," Ray answered. He was still giving me that wretched smile, "If your mother would have done her job and raised a man instead of a pussy, I wouldn't have to do what I am going to do." "What are you going to do?" "Let me put it this way, since you tried to take something of mine away, I'm going to take something of yours." I went to my room and locked the door. I was terrified, not only for myself, but for my mother as well. What can I do? Though I laid in bed, sleep avoided me. I felt like I was 'dead man walking.' The next morning, I was relieved the house was empty, both my mom and Ray having already went to work. I got ready and went to school. Life, for now, was typical. I went to my classes, which, unfortunately, didn't include chemistry. But I knew I'd see Paige tonight. We agreed to go out to dinner to help me take my mind off all the tribulations that was happening in my life. My last class let out, finally concluding my scholastic day. I rushed home. I was hoping to get in and out before Ray got there, but when I turned down Watterly Lane, I saw that wasn't the case. But why was Paige's car there? My foot became lead and the accelerator touched the floorboard. I was going nearly ninety when I turned into my driveway. I ran into the house and stopped at the sight. Ray was sitting on the couch with his pants pooled around his ankles with a nude Paige in between his legs, lightly stroking him. Ray smiled, "Oh good, you're here Tyler. Just in time too. Slut, tell your boyfriend what's going to happen." Paige looked over her shoulder and right at me, smiling, "I'm going to suck Master's cock and then he's going to use me as his fucktoy for the rest of the night." She licked her lips. "I'm not even sure I'll be able to have sex with you anymore after having his cock inside me. It's so perfect." I started to cry. "Paige, don't do this." "See that Slut, your boyfriend is such a pussy, he's crying," Ray laughed. "Now get to work." It took a moment to remind myself that this wasn't really Paige. It was only some sick, demented version of her. Paige's head was almost to his dick when I finally snapped. I dove toward Paige, tackling her to the ground. "I wouldn't try to stop her. Just like your mother, she'll resort to violence." "No!" Paige smacked me hard. I'm sure she left a palm print on my cheek. "I need my Master's cock!" "I warned you," Ray snickered. I struggled with Paige on the ground before she swiftly raised her knee and hit me in the family jewels. My fight was gone. All that was left was pain. Paige pulled away from the entanglement our bodies created and back into position above Ray's manhood. "Slut, freeze." Paige froze in place and Ray continued, "You know Tyler, in four years I tried to be a man of example. How I act, how I treat your mother, the basic macho necessities. But you were too much of a pussy. Still are. So I tried to help. I got this little tart," he grabbed Paige's head and shook it, "to even fall in love with you. Even made it so that your touch drives her wild. Even got her to want you to make her pregnant. She wouldn't be with you otherwise. All for you. To be honest, I almost gave up on you ever bringing a girl home but my patience paid off. And for the work I did for you, all I wanted was some fresh college snatch. All it took was putting the idea in this one's head to have a friend of hers meet me. I didn't even touch your peach. That's the kind of respect I had for you." Ray shook his head, "But you are such a momma's boy and ran to tattle on me. You don't understand; you should've been thanking me. Hell, I would've taught you how. But now, I'm going to fuck this slut until she's raw just to prove a point. Don't fuck with me. And when I'm done, you can let me teach you to be a man or we can go our separate ways. I don't give a damn. I'll even give this bitch back to you just so you know there's no hard feelings." He smacked Paige in the cheek. Her head turned but the rest of her remained motionless. Think. All through his speech, I tried to recollect everything I knew. How could I beat him. I barely stood up, feigning how much pain I was actually feeling. "You can watch if you want. Call it lesson one, how to really please your bitch." Ray smirked, "Slut, unfreeze." Paige did and was in the process of getting back into position. I snapped my fingers and dove again, this time at Ray. At the snap, Paige stopped and I was grateful that worked. He had used the same commands for Sharon. My hands went to a surprised Ray's neck. "Paige, run! Get out!" It took her a moment to get her bearings but once she did, she grabbed her clothes and ran, throwing her shirt over her head and sliding into her jeans as she was crossing the living room. She was at the door when Ray got the upper hand and threw me to the ground. "Love - Break!" Ray yelled. I didn't know what that command was about, but I was happy Paige kept going. "I want you to know it's over between you and that tart. All the commands of love I gave her are gone. She'll only see you for the pathetic pussy you are. You should've accepted my offer Tyler." Ray was zipping up his pants as he towered over me. "Now I'm going to really fuck you up." And he continued to do just that until I blacked out. I woke up in an alleyway. Where that alleyway was, I had no idea. My eyes could barely open and my body ached all over. It took all my power just to sit up. As I did, a paper fell from my chest. I gingerly reached for it and had to squint to read it. 'Don't bother coming home – your mother don't even know you exist anymore. Also, I wouldn't bother reporting this. You know who I work for and don't think for one second that I don't have them in the palm of my hand.' I started to cry whether it was from tears of pain or sorrow I wasn't sure. Either way, the exertion caused me to black out again. It was dark and raining when I woke up the second time, adding insult to my injury I suppose. I struggled to my feet, it was definitely a chore, and I staggered to the street. I recognized that I was in downtown Hilldale and I felt blessed that I actually knew where I was. The only place I could think of going was twenty minutes away, by car. It was going to be a long walk but I had nowhere else to go. I trudged through the precipitation and mud, and with my injuries, it took hours to make my trek. I finally arrived at the out of place big, snot green colored door. The rest of the house was beautiful, red brick, white awnings but that door... My arm ached as I stretched it to press the doorbell. The house was completely dark, not unexpected at this late hour, but a light suddenly flashed on behind the door. I heard the footfalls become harder and more pronounced as they approached. "Who in the hell is at my door at three in the morning?" The door opened after that grumbling and the irritation that shone on his face for a brief second turned to concern. "Morning, Dr. James." I nearly collapsed after I spoke but the good doctor caught me. "Martha, grab the first aid kit!" Dr. James yelled out as he helped me to the couch. Martha James was the sweetest lady I had ever met. She was a retired nurse who had made a living in the emergency room at Hilldale Hospital. She's been wanting her husband to retire for a few years now, but she was always nice to me on the few instances I saw her at various functions. Lying on that couch, I knew I was in good hands. Once in Martha's care, I recovered quickly, and by noon, I was up and walking around. I apparently had disappeared for two days. That would explain the ravenous hunger I was feeling. After I ate a pile of food, in which Martha repeatedly told me to "slow down," I told the James' half the truth. "I got kicked out of the house by my stepfather and got mugged on the street." "You poor thing," Martha shook her head. "Have you contacted your mother?" "I don't think it will help." "It won't hurt to try," Dr. James handed me the cordless phone. I dialed the numbers, unsure why was doing it. After all I saw, I believed the letter. "C. W. Financial, how can I direct your call?" "Joyce Freemont please." "Hold please." "This is Joyce Freemont, how can I help you?" It was the moment of truth. I was holding on to a very small piece of hope. "Mom, it's me Tyler." "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong extension. I don't have any children. Who were you looking for?" "But Mom, it's me, your son, Tyler." "I do not know anyone by that name." I snapped my fingers into the phone. I prayed Ray used the same commands with her. It was my last resort and it caused both the professor and his wife to give me a funny look. "Mom?" "Young man, this isn't funny. Now if you're done playing games, I have work to do." "Goodbye Mom," I few tears began to cascade down my cheek. "I told you, I don't..." "I love you," I hung up before she could disown me again. Martha put her hand over mine and glanced at her husband. Dr. James nodded. She gave a small smile, "You're welcome to stay here as long as you need." "Don't even think about leaving until you graduate either," Dr. James chuckled. "You have too bright of a future ahead of you." "Thanks Dr. James. Thanks Mrs. James." "Don't be so formal with us," Martha patted my hand. "We're Martha and Wilbur from now on." I raised an eyebrow as I glanced at Dr. James and he just laughed as he put his hand on his wife's shoulder before leaving the room. He knew what I was asking but left without giving me an answer. Typical. It took a week, but I finally made it back to class. I had some catching up to do. Homework assignments had piled up but I was granted quite a bit of extension time. I'm certain Dr. James had something to do with that. I took a deep breath as I entered my chemistry class. I saw my lab partner sitting next to my desk. She was organizing her notes and it took all my willpower not to run up from behind, wrap my arms around her, and never let go. I recall thinking it would be hard on her if we had sex and still be just lab partners. I never assumed it would be difficult for me. Dr. James entered the room and I knew he would be starting class in mere minutes. It was now or never. I took a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other. It felt like I was in a slow motion highlight. I set my book bag on my desk and started to tear up. I couldn't even look at her. I didn't want her to see me like this. I turned my back so I could wipe my eyes. As I did, I felt a pair of arms encircling my body. "I still love you," Paige's soft voice rang in my ear. I turned and embraced her, "I love you too." I couldn't help the huge smile on my face. "I didn't think you would anymore." "Baby, I may have been hypnotized, but I remember all we did together, all that you did for me, the fun we shared, I can't give that up. Besides all that, you saved me. That man was going to use me and you didn't let him. Not many people would have given up a girl who was programmed to please them no matter what, but you did. Proof that you really love me, proof you're a real man. My man." We kissed. Our first one as true boyfriend and girlfriend, as Tyler and Paige, without interference or someone manipulating us to do so. As soon as our lips touched, we both knew it was special. I cannot tell the future. I do not know if Paige and I will last. What I do know is that I will treat Paige with the love and the respect that she deserves. And hopefully, our love will grow with us as we ourselves grow older. Because when I'm ninety, I want to look next to me and see Paige's smile. Or I could just say 'slut needs servicing' to both Paige and Sharon and see where that takes me.