She used the key I'd given her to let herself in. I wasn't expecting her so I was sitting on the couch reading James Lee Burke's latest, "The Glass Rainbow." I put the book down and gave her an appreciative look. She was drop dead gorgeous and the sexiest looking woman I had ever laid eyes on. She was the kind of woman that a star had on his arm at the Academy Awards or some MTV award show. She was the kind of woman you saw with super stars, famous athletes or some extremely rich bachelor. The kind of woman a guy like me normally couldn't even get close to.
I suffered under no illusions about myself. Thirty-five years old, early male pattern baldness and ten pounds overweight – in decent shape – but still overweight. But I wasn't a normal guy. I had something that she wanted – something that she needed.
"Hi baby" she said, "Glad to see me?"
"Always glad to see you and you know it."
She walked toward me shedding her clothes as she came and I marveled at the luck that had put us together. Luck both good and bad. Good for now – extremely good for now – but the bad was coming. Hopefully a long way away, but that it was coming was never in doubt.
Her name was Holly Gail Catron and she was the kiss of death.
I was eighteen when I Mary Ellen Shaver. It was the first day of class at Eastern Michigan University and I was sitting at a desk in the middle of the room when three girls and two guys came in together. They looked around trying to find five seats together and then their gaze came to rest on me. I had an empty seat on each side of me and there were two empty right in front of me.
One of the girls said something to the others and then she headed for me.
"Excuse me" she said, "But could I ask you for a big favor?"
"My friends and I would like to sit together. Could you move to one of the seats off to the side?"
I took a close look at her and liked what I saw. It wouldn't hurt to have a good looking girl thinking well of me and so I said:
"Anything for a pretty lady" and I got up and moved. When class was over and we were leaving the room we hit the door at the same time and she smiled at me and said:
"Thank you for being so nice."
"Any time. Pretty ladies have but to ask and I rush to do their bidding."
She giggled and turned left in the hallway and I went right. That afternoon in room 106, Introduction to Poetry, it happened again. I was sitting in the middle of four vacant seats when she and her friends came in. I saw her scan the room for five seats together and her eyes fell on me. I knew what was coming so I waved her over and got up to move to an empty seat in the back.
"You are so sweet" she said as I walked by her.
The next day I hit the school cafeteria at ten to twelve and as I left the cashier I looked for a place to sit. The place was packed, but I saw a familiar face at a table with an empty seat. I walked over and said:
"Care to repay the favor?"
She and her two girlfriends looked up at me and she smiled and said:
"What do you think girls? Should we gamble that he isn't an axe wielding mass murderer?" One said, "He is kind of cute" and the other said, "Maybe not a murderer, but he could be some sort of pervert." The first one giggled and said, "Oh goody; a pervert. Perverts are good. Please join us."
The girls were Mary Ellen, Marsha and Gail and after introducing myself Mary Ellen asked:
"Where are you from Rob?"
"Yep. Born and raised right here in Ypsilanti."
"Great. You can tell us where everything is. The places we can go to have fun."
"Can't help you much there. There isn't a whole lot to do here in Ypsiltucky. There are a couple of places down in Belleville or close to the airport down in Romulus, but most of the good places are over in Ann Arbor."
"But you can show us, right?"
"I'm only nineteen so I can't get you into any of the places I think you are wanting to go to. Besides, I have a part time job loading cargo planes out at Willow Run and I only get maybe one night a week off."
"And you want to spend that one night with your girlfriend, right?"
"Not hardly. She decided to go back east to go to college and I'm a realist. An eleven month high school romance isn't likely to survive an eleven hundred mile separation. I'm betting that I'll be replaced by Christmas break (I didn't miss it by much. I got the 'Dear John' the day after Thanksgiving) or by New Years."
"I'm in the same boat" Mary Ellen said. My boyfriend is going to UCLA and before he even left he told me that we should date others."
"You going to?"
"I'm not working this Friday. Can I be the first?"
"You sure are a fast worker."
"Got to try and get to you before someone else does."
Mary Ellen turned to her friends and said, "What do you think girls? Should I give him a try?"
The one named Marsha looked at Mary Ellen and then said, "If you don't I will."
Mary Ellen got a surprised look on her face. "Whoa! The Ice Queen sees something. I'd better grab you before you can get away."
She looked from Marsha to me and then back at Marsha and then said: "Unless you want first dibs."
"He asked you, not me."
"How about it Bobby; want to give Marsha first chance?"
"I prefer Rob."
"Maybe, but you look like a Bobby to me. I kind of like the sound of it – Bobby. You can be Rob to everyone else, but you'll be Bobby to me."
It wasn't worth arguing about so I let it drop and I turned to Marsha and said:
"I don't know any of you, but I'd like to get to know all of you. Would you like to share your Friday night with me?"
"Yes; I believe I would."
I saw Mary Ellen and Gail share shocked expressions and I wondered what that was all about.
My Friday night date with Marsha went off well. I took her out for dinner and then we caught a movie after which I took her back to the apartment she shared with Mary Ellen and Gail. When I pulled up in the apartment parking lot and before I even had a chance to try for a kiss Marsha said:
"You caught that "Ice Queen" reference that other day didn't you?"
"I did, but I've not seen anything to make me believe it."
"That's because I'm not an ice queen. Gail and Mary Ellen call me that because as long as I've known them I've never dated a boy. You are the first and probably the last and what I am going to tell you is my deepest darkest secret and I'm trusting you to keep it. Not even Gail or Mary Ellen know, but I've never dated a boy because I'm into girls."
"I don't understand."
"Sure you do. I'm a lesbian. I'm gay. I'm only out with you tonight because I believe you are a hell of a nice guy and for some reason that I don't even understand I don't want to see you hurt."
"No more than I am at my even being here, but I wanted the chance to give you a warning. Stay away from Mary Ellen. She's my friend and I love her dearly, but because I have known her as long as I have I know what kind of person she is. She will hurt you Rob. Do yourself a favor and stay away from her."
She leaned toward me, kissed me on the cheek and was out of the car and heading up the walk before I could get out and get the door for her. I didn't even think of her warning as she walked away. My only thought was, "A lesbian? What a waste."
But Marsha's warning came back to haunt me later. Much later and much too late to do anything about it.
Monday Mary Ellen's group was smaller when they came to class. One of the guys wasn't there and I found out later that his first day of college was also his last, but I never found out why. His absence left a vacant seat next to Mary Ellen and when she saw me looking her way she pointed to it. I got up and moved to sit with her. As I took the seat I saw Marsha give me a look that I took to mean:
"I warned you you poor twit."
We made small talk until Professor Irwin came into the room, called the roll and then gave me a ration of shit for screwing up his seating chart.
At lunch Mary Ellen was sitting alone and I joined her. She asked me how my date with Marsha had gone and I said that I had enjoyed it.
"Are you going to go out with her again?"
"That is up to you."
"Up to me? Why is it up to me?"
"Because you are the one I really want to date. Marsha is a nice girl, but she really doesn't grab me like you do."
"I don't know Rob. Marsha is my friend."
"Trust me; Marsha is not interested in me. There was no spark between us. It was a nice date, but we won't be repeating it."
"Let me think about it."
She thought about it and (probably after talking with Marsha) decided to go out with me. The first date led to a second and the second to a third. On the third we made out and again made out on the fourth and fifth. It was on the sixth date when Mary Ellen told me that she liked sex, but fully intended to go to her marriage bed a virgin.
"How can you say that you like sex and then say that you are going to stay a virgin? Don't you have to have sex to find out you like it?"
"There is sex sweetie and then there is sex."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"It does if you think about it. Aren't blow jobs sex? Isn't eating pussy sex?"
"Well yeah, I guess."
"So how's this sweetie; you can never fuck me, but if you will eat my pussy I will suck your cock."
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