Chapter 5

6 p.m. Saturday

Regan relented slightly as they ate. She closed one button on her shirt and she refrained from giving Andy any more prolonged glances up her skirt. Oh, he got occasional peeks but they were rare.

"I really wish we could find a way for you to go to Stanford," she said. "Don't be mad but I ask Dad if there were any companies affiliated with my family who might have scholarships available."

"You didn't have to do that," Andy said. "I'm fine with San Jose State. It's low-key and the campus is nice."

"I didn't do it for you," Regan said with a smile. "I did it for me. If I get you to Stanford I can keep an eye on you. With you at San Jose State, I'm sure some bimbo is going to set her sights on you and I'll be out of luck."

Andy scoffed.

"I have a feeling you are going to have to fend off the advances of far more people than I am," Andy said.

"Not once stories of my mother get around the campus," Regan remarked.

"Which reminds me, I need to have Paul start those immediately," Andy said. "If they are already around by the time you get there, I might still stand a chance."

Regan moved to sit closer to him.

"You are already well in the lead, Mr. Drayton," she said reassuringly. "I can't think of a single thing anyone could offer me that you don't have."

"Uh, money," Andy said.

"OK, but I already have money," Regan said. "I told you. If I live to be 800 years old I couldn't spend what my mother has made and will likely leave to me in her will. I already have a trust fund with enough money to last me a lifetime that I'll get when I turn 18. I've thought a lot over the past few weeks. I've also talked to my Dad a lot."

It wasn't lost on Andy that Regan referred to Rita as her mother and to Robert as her Dad.

"Money is the main thing my mother thinks about," Regan continued. "Nothing else holds a place in her heart. I'm not that way and I will never be that way. You know, I think my mother actually loved my Dad when they got married. I'm sure he loved her. But they don't love each other anymore. They don't even like each other anymore. They stay together because it makes financial sense. That is not what I want for my future. I won't accept that for my future. In fact, I won't accept anything less than what I feel when I'm with you for my future."

"I'm flattered," Andy said. "But I think you might find those feelings with someone else just as easily."

"You're an idiot," Regan said. For the first time she sounded really angry. "Damn it, Andy, do you think I'm just some stupid girl? Maybe I haven't been around some of the things other people do. But I've been around people and I know how they act. I know how they treat each other. I have parents. I know other people's parents. I know my teachers and the staff here. But even if you're right, why would I look? Why would I even look around for someone who treats me like you do, who makes me feel like you do? Do you think I'll just flit from guy to guy until I find one I like? Or maybe you think I'll just try them all out. Well you're wrong."

"That wasn't what I was trying to say," Andy tried.

"Then what were you trying to say?" Regan asked hotly. "Because you sure as hell didn't say it very well."

Andy gave a small smile.

"Apparently not," he answered. "What I was trying to say is that anyone who meets you and spends any time with you will like you. If it is a man, he will like you very much and he probably will treat you extremely well."

"Because my mother is rich," Regan said. "Tell me something, Andy. Answer me honestly. If my mother went bankrupt tomorrow, would you still want to go the dance with me Saturday?"

"Yes," Andy answered without hesitation.

"What if I called you tomorrow and told you my mother had been indicted for securities fraud then asked if you wanted to see a movie with me?" Regan continued.

"I'd want to," Andy replied.

"That's my point," Regan said. "With every other person who has ever shown a bit of interest in me, I've always had to suspect ulterior motives. They wanted to be near me to get close to our money. They wanted to be with me because I was a virgin and that turned them on. They wanted to be around me because I appear naïve and they could treat me like crap. That is not the case with you.

"If anything, you like me in spite of the money. You don't care that I'm a virgin and you're doing your damnedest to make sure I stay that way for as long as possible – regardless of what I think of the matter. You could have exploited my inexperience the first time we met. Instead you went to great lengths to make sure I got what I wanted without any cost to my dignity. Who else do you think would do that? Do you really think there are a million guys like you out there? If you believe that, you're even more full of shit than I suspected."

Andy shifted until he could wrap his arms around Regan. He hated that he had upset her. He was happy that she didn't pull away from him. Instead she put her hands on his arms and her head on his shoulder as he sat behind her.

"I didn't look at it from your perspective," he admitted in a soft voice. "But I also don't want you to think too highly of me. I do stupid stuff. I don't want you to build me up in your head so high that there is no way I can reach you. I also don't want you to think that I'm the only person in the world who thinks you're great."

"I'm nothing special," Regan said.

"I think you are," Andy replied, kissing her cheek.

"And I think you are, too," she said, nuzzling against him.

"Now who's starting a mutual-admiration society?" Andy asked.

"That's OK, you're my boyfriend, I can admire you," Regan answered. "I'm your girlfriend, so you can admire me."

"So you're my girlfriend?" Andy asked. "I'm not opposed to that, by the way. I just sort of wonder when it happened."

"When we started our fourth date," Regan said. "You need to read more. After three successful dates, it is generally expected that a man and woman will date exclusively. They become a couple. People start to refer to them in tandem and invite both if they invite either. Therefore, they are boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Where do you find this stuff?" Andy asked.

Regan giggled.

"I'm making it up as I go along," she said. "But it sounds good, doesn't it? I think I'm going to start an advice column on landing a nice guy if you're a rich, spoiled brat."

Andy kissed her cheek again. He liked the weight of her breasts against his arms and the smell of her hair.

"You know, now that we are boyfriend and girlfriend, the rules are different," Regan continued.

"I figured as much," Andy remarked. "Do you plan to tell me the new rules or let me guess?"

"Oh, guessing would be fun to watch but I'm worried you would screw them up," she said with a laugh. "First and most important, when you introduce me to any female older than five and younger than 85, I am to be introduced as 'my girlfriend, Regan.' That is very important. That includes relatives, acquaintances and females you are 'only friends' with. For example, at your dance, when you see Elizabeth and Paul, you'll say: 'Elizabeth, I think you know my girlfriend, Regan.'"

"Not 'My lovely girlfriend, Regan?'" Andy mused.

"Oh, any positive superlative is acceptable," she said. "Adorable, wonderful, lovely are good. Even sexy in certain instances. Never fat or dumpy or bitchy. Those would be bad."

"Yeah, I got that," Andy said.

"Just checking," Regan replied. "In return, I will refer to you as 'my boyfriend, Andy, ' when I introduce you to females you don't know."

"Just females?" Andy asked.

"Well, yes," Regan said with a laugh. "Occasionally you'll be introduced that way to guys, too. Usually if he is a complete troll or something."

"Ah, I see," Andy said. Regan laughed again.

"I think I will introduce you as my boyfriend to random strangers on the street if you let me," she said. "Now, something else changes now that we are officially a couple."

She shifted his hands until they covered her breasts.

"Either of us can initiate intimacies," she said in a slightly husky voice. She enjoyed the feelings his hands produced. "That doesn't mean the other has to reciprocate but either may introduce them."

She sighed when Andy's fingers manipulated her breasts and nipples gently. She turned her head and tried to kiss him. When she couldn't reach, she reached back and turned his mouth to hers. She snaked her tongue gently into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue dueling with hers and his gentle hands on her breasts made her shift her hips slightly.

"God, Andy," she said. "I can't believe how you make me feel. You drive me crazy. I want to do everything with you every time you touch me."

She pushed her butt backward close to his erection. There was no way she was sending him home in discomfort. Not after he took such good care of her last time.

She broke their kiss and turned to face Andy, straddling his lap. She could feel her arousal as she pressed against his erection. It was the first time Regan had experienced a male member so closely and she found she enjoyed it – particularly the one that nestled against her tender little box at that moment.

Their kisses heated up as Regan ground herself against Andy's waist. She waited impatiently for Andy to slide his hands beneath her skirt but he didn't. He kept them caressing her back as they kissed. Finally she took matters in her own hand.

Regan unclasped the remaining buttons on her shirt and slid one of Andy's hands inside to cup her bra-clad breast. The other hand she pushed downward until it rested softly on her panty-covered bottom.

She gasped at the sensations, as did Andy. He was dangerously close to driving home with a mess in his boxer briefs.

He reluctantly pulled back and broke the kiss. Regan bit her lips in frustration. She was only a few seconds away from finding a release that promised to be even bigger than the first time with Andy.

"Sorry," Andy said, noticing the look on her face. He shook his head and breathed deeply. It took Regan a second to understand why Andy had stopped. She smiled at him sweetly before reaching forward and releasing the front catch on her bra, freeing her breasts to the air.

Her light pink nipples stood proudly in the cool air. She considered only a moment before standing and sliding her lacy panties down her legs. Andy's eyes had widened when Regan unhooked her bra. He almost swallowed his tongue when she stood before him in only an unbuttoned shirt and a skirt.

"Ready for our meal?" she asked. Andy was prepared to nibble on anything Regan put in front of him. He nodded dumbly; then was surprised when she sat back on the blanket and opened the basket with her free hand. She made no move to rebutton her shirt or to sit in a ladylike fashion. Her breasts were visible and a glimpse up her skirt showed her hair color was natural.

Regan laughed at his reaction then dived back on top of him. She scrambled to pull the hem of his shirt out of his slacks. She wanted to feel her skin against his. She pushed his shirt up his torso and dropped down to kiss him. Her tongue snaked into Andy's mouth as his hand found her naked bottom.

"Play with me," Regan urged. She wanted him to get her off and she wanted him to know it. She came much quicker than she wanted to once Andy's fingers started to stroke her clitoris. She wished she could prolong the excitement but it overcame her swiftly. She gasped as she orgasmed against the finger that was softly stroking her button.

A languid smile washed over her face when she pulled away from his kiss.

"You make me feel so wonderful," she gushed. "I can't believe how turned on you make me."

Andy didn't answer. He just kissed her softly on her nose.

"Your turn," Regan said.

"I'm OK," Andy said.

"I want to!" she protested.

"We need to get you back to the dorm," he replied.

"Then you better give in quickly," Regan announced. She shucked the shirt and bra off her shoulders and shifted to lay at Andy's side. Her hands went to his belt at the same time her mouth covered him. It took her a moment to get his pants unzipped but Andy's dick jerked when she first made contact with it. She ran her hands along it outside his underwear for a moment while her tongue traced circles in his mouth.

"Stand up," she ordered. "I'm getting too distracted by kissing you. Besides, I want to see what I'm dealing with."

"Regan," Andy began.

She simply raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"If you don't agree to stand up, I'll have to take desperate measures," she said. The glint of mischief in her eyes said she was still enjoying herself. "So, Mr. Drayton, I'll give you a choice. Stand up and let me do what I want to do or lay there and I'll do something else I want to do but I'm not sure I want to do it now."

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