Unforgettable Weeks
Chapter 9

Copyright© 2015 by Jay Cantrell

Drama Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Two people from vastly different worlds shared one crazy night two months earlier. Regan Riley learned that life is sometimes serious and Andy Drayton learned that life can sometimes be fun. Now they've decided to see if they can overcome their differences and forge a relationship. This is the sequel to "Unending Night."

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Consensual   Romantic   First   Oral Sex   Exhibitionism   Slow  

4:15 p.m. Tuesday

Andy heard the phone in the apartment ringing as he fumbled for the door key on his ring. It had stopped by the time he got inside. The need for groceries – and the fact that the woman in front of him had taken four dozen items through the "10 Items or Less" line – had delayed his arrival. He would barely have enough time to get supper done before his mother got home.

He thought about trying to call Regan but he had no idea of what her schedule was like. He was positive that, like Elizabeth Pena, Regan Riley had several afterschool activities to keep her occupied. He also knew that any call he made would be billed as long distance. Even a call to a local cell phone came up as a charge on their bill – as he had learned to his chagrin the first month he owned a cell phone. The home phone would accept calls from a cell phone without a charge but it put an almost usurious fee on any call made to one.

If he hadn't gone out Sunday night and purchased a calling card, he might have been able to afford a new phone. But he had purchased a card so that ship had sailed. His call to England had taken $42 of the $50 on the card and, because of the smile on his mother's face the evening before, he considered it money well spent.

He was browning the hamburger for taco night when the phone trilled again. Andy thought that the phone must have rung more in the past few days that it had in his entire life – but then he recalled the number of bill collectors who frequently called the Drayton household. They usually waited until right about this time to make a pitch for a payment that likely would have been made if it was at all possible.

"Hello," he answered in a gruff voice. That usually deterred the caller from getting snippy if it was a creditor on the line.

"Andy?" Regan asked. She was certain it was him but he certainly didn't sound very happy.

"Oh, hey!" Andy said, his voice brightening considerably. "Look, I'm sorry about last night. Elizabeth told me that you tried to call and were worried when you couldn't get through. How was your day?"

Regan felt the tension drain from her shoulders. She was almost boneless as she sat down on her bed to talk to Andy. She had been pacing the room for the past half hour – agitating Ruth DeLancy to the point the girl left the room to take a shower (shock of shocks).

"Was that you earlier?" Andy wondered.

"I tried to call a little while ago but didn't get an answer," Regan admitted.

"I had to stop at the grocery store," Andy told her. "I had only a couple of things but this woman practically broke into a sprint to get in front of me at the checkout line. She piled about 50 things on the conveyor of the express checkout line. If we didn't need food in the house, I would have just left the stuff and come home. I was still trying to get the key in the lock when the phone rang. Sorry I missed you."

"No, it's OK," Regan said. She suddenly realized that she had never been to the grocery store in her life. Food seemed to just magically appear in the refrigerator at her house because she was sure her parents didn't stop for it. She figured the cook or the housekeeper must do all the shopping.

"Are you still there?" Andy asked. Regan had gone silent as she contemplated yet another difference in her life and Andy's.

"I'm here," Regan confirmed. "I was just thinking."

"About what?" Andy wondered.

"It's nothing," Regan answered. She decided that she didn't need to point out how different her life was from Andy's. He seemed to understand that all too well for her tastes.

"So, the reason the phone was busy last night," Andy said. "I ... I, uh, called my father on Sunday night."

"You did?" Regan asked, sitting up on her bed. "How was it? I mean, you weren't still talking to him last night were you? Elizabeth said you were in school Monday."

"No," Andy told her. "I mean, he called here yesterday when I got home. England is a few hours ahead of us. I waited until it was morning over there to call. It's been a pretty hectic week, I guess."

"It sounds like it," Regan said, smiling. "So, what's he like?"

"I'm not sure," Andy admitted after considering the question. "I mean, he sounds nice enough. He's a little stuffy but I guess he's no worse than your parents. Shit, that didn't come out right."

Regan laughed as Andy backtracked.

"No, stuffy is probably the nicest thing you can say about my parents," she said. "So you and he talked the whole evening?"

"Not me," Andy said, a grin coming to his face. "He and Mom talked all evening. I didn't even know until Elizabeth asked me this morning why you couldn't get through. I thought maybe you'd gotten busy and couldn't call."

"That isn't it at all," Regan said. "I will never be too busy to call you."

"Oh, I doubt that's true," Andy said. "At least I hope it's not. I'm actually a little too busy right now to give you my full attention. I've got supper on the stove and Mom will be home soon. Can you call back after supper?"

"Does your Mom work tonight?" Regan asked. She always worried that Andy's mother would be sleeping and the phone would awaken her.

"She quit her night job," Andy said. "That's something else I wanted to tell you. I'm not sure if Evan plans to call back again tonight or not. If you get a busy signal, wait until nine or so. I'll push Mom off the phone by then if I have to unplug it from the wall. Crap, I wish I had a cell phone."

"There is an electronics store in the mall down the road from your apartment," Regan said. "Go pick one up."

"I spent the money I was saving on a calling card Sunday night," Andy admitted.

"And that's fine," Regan said. "I'll call the store and set up an account for you to get what you need."

"I can't let you do that," Andy said with a sigh.

"Listen to me," Regan said firmly. "I'm not talking about a top-of-the-line iPhone with a $400 monthly plan. They sell prepaid phones there. I looked it up online when I got back to my room. You can get a good phone for around $75 and a plan with a thousand minutes for another $50. I will pay for the phone and first month. You can pay me back if you have to. No, you know what? You've already paid me back. You have a check there from me that you've never cashed. So go pick up any damned phone you want and have them set it up. I was so worried that you were angry with me that I was worthless today. I want to be able to talk to you!"

"Regan... ," Andy began but she cut him off.

"Joy's mother is going to drive to your apartment and deliver you a phone if you don't pick one out yourself," Regan informed him. "I was sort of mean to Joy today and she asked me why. I told her about your phone being off the hook and your cell phone getting broken. She was going to call her mother and have her buy one for you. I would imagine Collette would probably enjoy picking you up something pink that has sparkles all over it."

"I'll just cash the check and get it that way," Andy decided.

"I voided the check when I thought it was sent to the wrong address," Regan said. "Just do this, Andy. If not for you, then do it for me. I really missed talking to you last night."

"I'll talk it over with Mom," Andy said.

Regan decided that was the best she was going to get.

"If you buy one, call me with the number," she said.

"I will," Andy promised. "Outside of you, I don't really have anyone I want to talk with very much."


Andy was just putting the taco shells in the oven to warm when his mother walked in. She was yawning as she hung her purse on the back of the chair.

"Is that where that goes?" Andy asked with a wink. Since he was 10 years old, his mother had insisted he hang his coat up whenever he came inside, often asking an identical question if he put in on the sofa or a chair.

"Aw, Geez," Camille replied, mimicking her son's frequent answer. But just as Andy always did, she opened the closet and put her purse inside.

"Perhaps if you didn't stay up half the night taking on the phone you wouldn't be too tired to put your things away properly," Andy admonished with a grin.

"I hope I didn't keep you awake," Camille said as she sat down at the table. "I didn't realize how late it had gotten."

"I knew nothing about it until Elizabeth Pena gave me crap this morning because Regan couldn't get through last night," he replied as he pulled the salsa, lettuce and cheese out of the fridge. "How late were you up?"

"After midnight!" Camille said, shaking her head. "It wasn't until Evan told me the sun was already up over there that I realized how late it was."

Andy considered his life complete when he saw his mother blush. He considered giving her a hard time but then thought it might cause her to stop doing something that obviously had made her happy.

"Well, the phone's going to be all yours so don't worry about how long you talk," Andy told her while he filled his plate.

"Regan was mad because the line was busy?" Camille asked incredulously.

"Not really," Andy answered, unaware of the conclusion his mother had drawn.

"So why did she break up with you?" Camille wondered. That question caused Andy to look up.

"I don't think she broke up with me," Andy said in confusion. "No, I'm sure she didn't. I just talked to her for a couple of minutes right before you came in. Why do you think she broke up with me?"

"You said the phone was all mine," Camille pointed out.

"I'm going to get another cell phone," Andy replied with a frown.

"Good!" Camille told him. "I'll go down Saturday morning and transfer money from the savings account and we'll pick you up whatever you want."

"Uh," Andy stammered. He had thought about Regan's offer as he cooked. He decided it was silly for him to turn it down. He needed a phone – not only because it would make calling Regan a lot easier but because everyone he knew had one. He hadn't considered that his mother might be able to pay for it. "Uh, Regan offered to front me the money so I could get one tonight. I decided that was OK."

Camille looked at him for a moment and then nodded.

"Well, good," she said. "That was one of the things Evan and I talked about last night."

"My need for a cell phone?" Andy wondered. Camille rolled her eyes.

"Think bigger picture," she said.

"My need for a tablet or notebook?" Andy tried. It took his mother a moment to figure out that he wasn't making a joke.

"One of the reasons I broke things off with Evan was because of the differences in our backgrounds," she said. "I let the fact that his family came from wealth and privilege influence my decisions. I do not want you to do that with Regan."

"It's sort of hard not to," Andy told her.

"I know it is," Camille replied. "It's something that is always going to be out there. As he told you, Evan was estranged from his parents when we met. His father and mother had different expectations from his and he came to America to spite them. We had been together for several months before I got the full picture of who his family is and what it meant. When we went over to Wales the Christmas before you came along I saw the way his family is viewed. I saw how much money they had. You said it yourself. My family still fell on the poor side of the ledger. It was sort of like us: We had all we needed but little of what we wanted.

"I have no doubt that if Evan had been from a different background, I would have married him regardless of what your grandmother thought. In fact, I might have married him because of what your grandmother thought. But I had convinced myself that our backgrounds meant we would never be on equal footing – that I would always be the poor waif he had rescued. It was something my pride couldn't accept."

"And it's not something my pride would accept either," Andy cut in.

"Yes but I was wrong," Camille said. She gestured toward the dingy apartment. "This is what pride is worth, Andrew. I'm not saying you should put your pride away altogether. You need to stand up for yourself. But don't let your pride color your decisions."

"I'm not sure I follow," Andy admitted. "Yeah, we're poor but we're happy. At least I'm happy most of the time. Regan's family could wipe their butts with cash but they sound like the unhappiest people I know. Evan's father sounded a lot like Regan's mother, from what he told me. His mother sounds like a nice person, though. She runs a daycare center."

"He told me," Camille said with a smile.

"But I won't stay in an unhealthy relationship for the sake of money," Andy declared. "That's what Robert Riley has done and I will not be him. Is that what you're saying?"

"No," Camille said, shaking her head. "I'm saying that you shouldn't overlook what you have in common because of how you are different. I don't know Regan but I can see that, so far, she makes you happy. I don't care if she has a billion dollars or 12 cents to her name. If she has money to buy you something – and she wants to do it – let her. I'm not talking about a new Porsche or something like that. I'm talking about things like a cell phone – which you need. She isn't trying to buy your affection. Or at least I don't think she is. It was right after we got back from Wales that I ended things with Evan. It had nothing to do with how I felt about him. It had nothing to do with how he treated me. It was because of my mother's prejudices and my insecurities. I only hope I didn't pass those failings on to you."


7 p.m. Tuesday

Regan glared at Ruth DeLancy as the girl giggled when Regan threw down her phone in disgust. Regan had just tried to call Andy again – and the damned line had been busy.

"Do you realize that I could look in my couch cushions, find enough money to buy your father's competitor and put your dad's company out of business?" Regan asked, her arms folded across her chest. She shook her head. Ruth made such an easy target.

"I'm sorry," Regan said. "It's not your fault that I can't get in touch with him. I shouldn't take it out on you."

"I wasn't really laughing at you," Ruth said. "I mean, I know it looked that way but I didn't mean it that way. I was just thinking about last night. Do you know I had never heard a busy signal before?"

"Me either," Regan said. "I mean, I knew what one sounded like – sort of – but I'd never gotten one when I tried to call someone before."

"Did you find out why his phone wouldn't work?" Ruth wondered.

"His mother was using it," Regan replied. "Andy said he didn't even know she was on the phone until this morning when he got to school."

"So he wasn't mad at you?" Ruth asked.

"No," Regan said. "He might be mad at me now though. I sort of pushed him to go buy a cell phone so I could talk to him. He was supposed to call me."

"I have an old one," Ruth said. "It's not new but it still takes minutes. You just buy a card. The movies call it a 'burner phone.' He can use it if you want. The minutes don't cost that much."

The offer surprised Regan to the point she sat down hard on her bed.

"Thanks, Ruth," she said. "I offered to get him a phone. That's why he might be mad at me. The money thing gives him problems. You know his family isn't well off."

"But it doesn't bother you?" Ruth asked.

"I'm not sure," Regan admitted. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why she was sharing this conversation with Ruth DeLancy. "I mean, I was irritated when I couldn't just call a cell phone. It bothered me when I had to try to convince him to let me pay for one for him."

Ruth nodded.

"How about if it was the other way around?" she asked.

"You mean if he had money and I didn't?" Regan asked. "Hypothetically, I'd say it wouldn't matter. Realistically, I'm not sure I would handle it any better than he's doing."

"At least you know that," Ruth said. "I was talking about something different. How would you react if he expected you to pay for things for him because you have money and he doesn't?"

"He would never do that," Regan said, aghast at the thought.

"No, I think you're right about that," Ruth agreed. "At least from what I've overheard about him from you. The reason I have another cell phone is because I was going out with a guy who didn't have money. You know, every cell phone call is tracked. The numbers appear on a bill sent to whoever has the contract. Well, my father wasn't happy that I was dating someone poor. Well, he wasn't really poor – not like Andy."

Ruth saw Regan's face darken and she held up a hand.

"He's poor, Regan," she insisted. "Surely you understand that. I didn't mean anything bad by calling it like it is. There is nothing wrong with being poor – not that I would know firsthand."

"Me either," Regan said with a sigh. "And you're right. Andy's family is poor. That's why he didn't get a new phone when his got broken. I should have offered to buy him a new one that night. His got broken while he was saving me from those idiots on the highway."

"I didn't hear that part," Ruth admitted. Indeed, Ruth had only a rudimentary knowledge of what had transpired on the night Regan had sneaked out of the dorms and gone into the city.

"I'll tell you later," Regan said. "I didn't mean to interrupt you."

"I was almost finished," Ruth said with a shrug. "My father found out that Jerry was calling me a lot. He threw a fit. I liked Jerry. Or, no, I guess that's not right. I liked the fact that Jerry liked me. I know I'm not pretty or popular. But Jerry didn't seem to care."

Ruth reached into her nightstand and pulled out a photo of a young man in a football uniform. He was tall and handsome with blond hair and a cocky smile.

"This is Jerry," Ruth said, glancing at the picture.

"Cute guy," Regan noted.

"Who knew dickheads could be so nice looking," Ruth said bitterly.

Regan bit back the chuckle that almost escaped. She had seen only one true dickhead in her life and she thought it was very nice.

"He didn't treat you well?" Regan asked instead.

"He knew my family had money," Ruth said, the bitterness still evident in her tone. "He was using me as his cash dispenser. I gave him my virginity and he gave me gonorrhea. He was screwing a girl at his high school, too. He was taking money from me to buy her presents!"

In a move that surprised them both, Regan gave Ruth a heartfelt hug.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "Andy isn't like that."

"No, I don't think so," Ruth agreed after Regan had pulled back. "I mean, I've heard you talk about him for two months. I saw him in the dining hall last weekend. He seemed ... ill at ease. That's the difference between him and Jerry Wilson, I think. Jerry saw what I had and he wanted the same things for himself. Your guy saw what you had and the thought of him having the same things made him uncomfortable. At least that is the impression I've gotten from you."

"I think you're right," Regan said after thinking about it for a moment.

"You have that in common then," Ruth said with a shrug.

"What do you mean?" Regan asked.

"Most of the people here – me included – would flaunt our wealth if we had what you do," Ruth said. "Most of us flaunt what wealth we have and, if my Dad is right, your family could buy out everyone who goes to this school and still have money left over. Sure, you were a bitch a lot of the time but it wasn't because your family has money. We just didn't get along."

"I probably could have tried harder," Regan admitted.

"Me, too," Ruth said with a shrug. "I saw I could piss you off so I kept doing it. But you changed after that night in the city. I mean, yeah, you're still a bitch some of the time but so am I. You could have had a room to yourself this year but didn't push for it. You could have gone to the headmistress and insisted that I be booted out. She would have done it for you. She would have shown Harmony Wentworth to the door just as quickly. But I knew, even from the first time I met you, that you were just as uncomfortable with how much money your family has as your boyfriend is. I think the aftermath of your trek downtown showed you that you could get away with anything. But you sort of became nicer after that.

"I probably would have pushed things as far as I could. Who am I kidding? I push the fact that I'm your roommate as far as I can. I would have probably tried to set the curriculum if I had as much power here as you do. Instead, you started to hang out with the scholarship students to make sure no one was picking on them. You stopped spending time with the girls whose parents had pushed them to befriend you and started hanging out with Joy – who could give a fuck what her parents want. I think that's pretty cool."

"I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you," Regan said.

"Like I said, I was no better," Ruth replied. "We probably could have been friends. I don't want anything from you or your family. I'm going to graduate and move as far away from here as I can. I'm not going to study business or banking or anything that my father thinks I should study. I'm not sure what I want to do but it sure as hell isn't going to be the same thing my father is doing. I think you're the same way with your mother."

"I am," Regan agreed. "I'm not sure what I'm going to study at Stanford but it will not lead me into the work of investment banking and venture capitalism. And if ever have a child, I will not ship them off to a fucking boarding school the first chance I get."

"Amen to that, Sister," Ruth said. "Although, to be honest, living here is better than living at home."

Regan laughed.

"Amen to that, too, Sister," she said. The conversation was interrupted by a cell phone beeping on the bed.

Edited By BlackIrish; Proofread by The Old Fart.

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