A Weird One Ch. 02

Pauline sucked cock every bit as well as Mary and Gail and responded to being eaten pretty much the same as Mary and Gail, but she seemed more energetic in giving pussy than either Mary or Gail. With Pauline it was as if her life depended on seeing to it that I was satisfied with her. Probably a piss poor explanation, but what can you expect from a teenager not long from giving up his cherry. I guess the best way to put it is that Mary and Gail were takers and Pauline was a giver.

The only downside to the evening was that November nights can be pretty cold and making love outside on a blanket under the stars took a little something away from the experience. Not saying that the sex wasn't good; just saying it could have been better.

When I took her home Pauline and I made a date for the next day. She wanted an early start and wanted me to pick her up at noon, but I told her that I already had plans for the morning that I couldn't break and that the soonest I could pick her up would be around four. Of course I didn't tell her that my morning plans were to spend a fairly exhausting time with Mrs. Bagley.

Driving home I thought about how the evening had gone and what some of it had meant. Two things stood out to me. The first was the rage on Eddie's face when he started to get up after Pauline had dumped water on him. The look he threw our way was more at me than it was at Pauline and I'm guessing that it was in his mind that his public humiliation was as a result of my exposing the lie he told Natasha which in turn had brought Pauline's wrath down on him. He undoubtedly coupled that with what I'd done to him outside school. I knew that Eddie and I were not done yet.

The second thing was that it was Natasha who grabbed a bunch of napkins and started to dry him off and that did not bode well for our ever having a relationship again. It was one more item to add to the list of things to discuss if we ever started talking again.

That of course brought up another thought. We could have already been talking, but I was avoiding her. Why? I had to admit that I honestly did not know. There was just something inside me that wouldn't let me. A little voice in the back of my mind saying to me:

"She fucked over you now it is your turn to make her hurt."

Make her hurt? Was that any way to treat the woman I loved and wanted to spend my life with? I think what it was is that the little voice was telling me that if I let her get away with shit now she would try it again later. Stomp on it now to let her know that I wouldn't put up with it and hopefully I would never have to do it again. Of course that attitude just might prevent there being a later. Being a teenager sucked. I was too young to be thinking about stuff like that.

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Saturday morning I got up and went for my run at Paint Brush Park. When it was over and I was getting into my car I saw Natasha's mother dropping her off. I saw Natasha heading for me, but before she could get to me I left.

When I got home dad had already gone off somewhere and mom was in the basement sorting clothes prior to putting them in the washing machine so I took the opportunity to go into my parent's bedroom and open the bottom drawer of my mother's chest of drawers. I 'borrowed' the item that was there. It was buried under some sexy lingerie that brought what I knew about mom to my mind and those thoughts gave me a hard on. I wondered what she would look like wearing them and then I wondered how she would look wearing them as Tom and I double teamed her. My hard on throbbed. God, but I was weird.

I was at Mary's at ten to eight and before I could ring the bell the door opened and a naked Mary was telling me to hurry up and get my clothes off. Tom wasn't there so I had to try and satisfy her myself. She was doing her absolute best to fuck me to death and she pretty much wore me out.

She was still trying for one more when I told her that I had to be home by four to help my dad with something in the garage. It was a lie, but I didn't think it would be wise to tell her the real reason. I didn't think telling her that I had to leave to go meet a girl would go over well and I was in no hurry to do anything that would end the weird relationship I had going with her. A horny teenager fucking up chances for pussy? No way. No fucking way!

I took Pauline to the AMC theatre complex for a movie and after the film we went to the arcade. We had a fun time right up until about nine. Eddie, Phil and Gene showed up with several girls and Natasha was one of them. It was an awkward situation. Gene, Phil, Bev, Marlene, Carol, Pauline and I had been classmates from the first grade on and we were friends whereas Eddie had only moved to town at the start of eighth grade. Gene and Phil were tied in with Eddie because of being teammates. They and the girls (except for maybe Natasha) wanted to socialize with Pauline and me, but because of being with Eddie and the rift between Eddie, Pauline and me we were all avoiding each other.

Adding to the problem was that the arcade wasn't all that big so we were always around each other. Eddie kept throwing nasty looks our way and it was obvious, at least to me, that he was spoiling for a confrontation. After about an hour I suggested to Pauline that we get out of there and she agreed so we left.

We were almost to my car when from behind me I heard, "Hey! Asshole!"

I turned and saw Eddie and his group.

"We got some unfinished business dickhead."

"I thought you were halfway smart Wooters" I said. "I believe I told you what would happen if you didn't stay clear of me."

"You don't scare me shit head."

Once again I did what he didn't expect. I attacked. The little guy doesn't go after the big guy right? He put up his arms and hands to stop my rush and that gave me what I needed. As I ran toward him I took an object out of my pocket and when I got to him I touched his bare skin with the object and he went down like a ton of rock had dropped on him.

A couple of years previous there had been series of muggings in town and my dad had purchased a stun gun and had given it to mom for personal protection. She hated the thing and wouldn't carry it and it had set in the bottom drawer of her chest of drawers until that morning. When Eddie had come into the arcade I had switched it on so the power charge would build up and be ready if I needed to use it.

I'd just given Eddie over eighty thousand volts and he was lying on the ground and thrashing around like a fish out of water. I walked over to my car, unlocked the trunk and got out the aluminum ball bat I had there and I walked back to where Eddie was flopping around on the ground. Phil asked me what I was going to do and I told him about the warning I gave to Eddie.

"I warned him and now I'm going to follow through on my promise."

"Hey man, no; don't do it Bobby. Not cool man, not cool at all."

"I made him a promise Phil. If I don't follow through on it and show the dip shit that I mean what I say I'll be putting up with his shit forever."

"Don't do it Bobby. Me and Gene will straighten him out. Right Gene?"

Gene nodded a yes and I thought for a moment and then said, "A promise is a promise. I won't smack his head, but he has to feel the bat" and I whacked his left knee.

"Make sure that he understands that if there is a next time I will not be talked out of it."

Natasha was standing there with the rest of the onlookers and she was staring at me with a look on her face that I could not decipher. Pauline took my arm, leaned in close and whispered in my ear:

"Get me out of here and take me somewhere and fuck me you wild assed caveman."

It was cold on the blanket at Stevens Point, but we managed to generate enough heat.

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The next morning when I finished my run I found Natasha sitting in my car waiting for me. I got in and before I could ask her what she wanted she said:

"We need to talk Bob."

"About what Natasha? About the way you let Eddie fuck us up? You knew he was an asshole when he tried to make a date with you while you were out on a date with me. So how did he, a known asshole, get a chance to sit down with you and talk? And what about the talk Natasha? You knew he was a dirt bag, but you believed what he told you anyway. Did it not occur to you that all you had to do was ask me if the drivel he fed you was true? Give me my day in court so to speak? No. I got slapped and called a bastard. What else can we talk about? How about the fact that after you were shown he was a lying sack of shit you still hung around with him? Well quite frankly if those are the things you want to talk about I'm not interested.

"I'll tell you what I'm thinking. That night he horned in on our date I wanted to go after him, but you told me to let it go and that you had handled it. What I'm thinking now is that your way of handling it was to give him your number and tell him to give you a call. That would go a long way toward explaining how easy it was for him to sit down with you so he could tell you his lies."

"You can't possibly think that of me!"

"Given your actions? I damned sure can. Get out of the car Natasha. I've got places to go and things to do."

"Please Bobby; we need to work this out. This is all wrong. We aren't supposed to be this way with each other."

"Not my doing Natasha. It is all on you and your boy Eddie. Now please get out of the car."

"Please Bobby."

"GET OUT!!"

She got out of the car and I drove away and as I drove I was calling myself an idiot. I wanted Natasha back and to have that happen we needed to sit down and talk. I knew that so why was I avoiding her. I'd just shot down the perfect opportunity to get us back on track. I knew why I'd done it. I felt the need to make her suffer a little for what she'd done, but I was suffering too so why didn't I talk to her? I knew the answer to that also. The image of her wiping the water off Eddie and her being with Eddie when he confronted me at the arcade were sitting right there in the front of my mind.

I knew just what I needed to pick up my spirits and so I headed over to visit my bud Tom. And his mom.

I had to leave at one because Mary's sister and her family (Natasha, her dad and sisters) were coming over for supper. I gave Pauline a call and asked her if she wanted to do something with me that afternoon and she said she did and told me to hurry on over.

When I got there I asked her what she wanted to do.

"See what it would be like with you on a bed instead of a blanket on the ground."

She laughed at the expression on my face and then she told me that her folks were gone and wouldn't be home until eleven or so. She did indeed seem to prefer a bed to a blanket on the ground. So much so that she kept me on the bed until ten o'clock that evening. I was pretty much exhausted when I got home and went to bed.

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Monday during sixth period Wanda, the woman who worked in the front office, came into the room, handed a slip of paper to Mrs. Harris and then left the room. As soon as she was gone Mrs. Harris called me to her desk.

"You need to see Coach Reynolds. He is waiting for you in his office."

As I headed for the gym office I wondered what was up. Reynolds was the baseball, basketball and football coach and he didn't have anything to do with the track and swimming programs I participated in. I knocked and went in and he pointed at a chair. I sat down and he looked at me for maybe a minute before saying:

"Why do you hate me?"

"What?"

"Simple question. Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you. I don't even know you. Why would I hate you?"

"I don't know. That's why I had to ask."

"I don't understand."

"I have been here almost twenty years now and I've seen my teams win the inter-city title twelve times. My teams have won the regional nine times, but in all the time I've been here I've never had a team play for the State championship. This year is the best chance I've ever had to get there and win it, but for some reason you are bound and determined to see that it that it doesn't happen."

"Me? How am I doing that?"

"You keep screwing up my best running back and I can't get it done without him."

"It has nothing to do with my hating you. I don't even hate him, but I will not allow him to fuck with me."

I explained the situation to Reynolds and then said, "If the asshole stays away from me we don't have a problem, but if he keeps fucking with me I will make him pay. Sine he is a lot bigger than me I'll use a ball bat or a crowbar to even things out and they tend to do damage if swung properly. Find some way to keep him away from me and there is no problem."

"I could always get you suspended from school."

"All that would do is piss me off and make me creep on Eddie and use the ball bat to make sure that he misses school also. That of course would mean that he wouldn't be playing football right?"

"How am I supposed to keep him away from you?"

"I don't know that you can. I've already warned him what would happen and I've already proven that I mean it. If he doesn't pay attention to me I would hope that he will pay attention to you. If not you are going to be short one running back."

"I'll see what I can do, but please try to stay away from him."

"I don't go looking for him, but I won't run and hide from him either. He leaves me alone and I'll leave him alone."

I guess that's the best I can ask for."

He must have gotten through to Eddie because Eddie stopped throwing sneers and nasty looks my way. The team did make it to the State finals and quite fittingly, at least to me, they lost the championship game in overtime when Eddie fumbled the ball and the other team recovered and managed to kick a field goal and win.

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Thanksgiving came and went and the run toward Christmas was underway. I was still getting together with Mary on the average of three times a week. Sometimes with Tom, occasionally with Tom and Gail, but mostly just Mary and me.

It wasn't official or anything like that (since I had never asked) but most people considered that Pauline and I were a couple. Natasha made several attempts to get me to sit down and talk with her and while I really did want us to get back together she was her own worst enemy when it came to trying to make it happen. Twice I decided to try and both times Natasha ended it before it could get going.

The first time I had talked myself into sitting down with her and seeing if we couldn't work things out. I made a date with her for Tuesday and Monday night I walked into Harry's with Tom and saw her sitting with Eddie in a booth. She looked up, saw me and her face lost color as I stood there and looked at her. Then I turned and left.

The second time was the week before Christmas. I agreed to meet her at Harry's and talk. I got there before she did and I was sitting there and looking out the window when Eddie drove up and Natasha got out of his car. As a result she was walking in as I was walking out. She sent me a Christmas card, but I tossed it without opening it.

The Christmas break was not a good one for me. Pauline and her family had gone to Tulsa to spend Christmas with some family and when she came home two weeks later she told me that she couldn't see me any more. She had met a guy in Tulsa and she said when they met sparks flew and she just knew he was the one meant for her. I knew what she was telling me because I'd felt that way when I met Natasha. I wished her better luck than I'd had and then I went into the new year as an unattached guy.

Not totally of course because there was still Mary. Mary was not at all unhappy that Pauline was out of my life because nights that I would have spent with Pauline I could now spend with Mary.

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The new year did not get off to a good start. There was trouble in the Marchant household and it was because of my relationship with Mary. You would think that with all the sex I was getting from Mary and Gail I would be constantly drained, but it didn't turn out that way.

Like a lot (if not most) of teenagers I had an overactive imagination when it came to sex and its many forms. Mary had shown me the photos of my mom and Mary's husband Albert. Since then every time I saw my mom I was seeing her going into a room at the Red Roof Inn and imagining what she was doing in there. I imagined my mom sucking cock, having her pussy eaten, being fucked and taking it in the ass and I wondered what she felt like.

I'd gotten head from Mary, Gail, Pauline and even once from Natasha and while it was all great each one did it differently and I wondered how mom would compare. I'd imagine mom on her back with her legs spread and I wondered what it would be like to be the man between them. Mary and Gail loved anal sex, but Pauline didn't. Did mom like it and if so would she squeal like Mary, gasp like Gail or be totally different? I imagined being in mom's butt and pounding away while she moaned:

"Fuck mommy, fuck mommy's ass baby; fuck mommy hard."

There were times when my imagination worked overtime and it was one of those times that bit me on the ass. I was on my bed on my back, my eyes were closed and in my mind Tom and I were double teaming my mom. He was in her pussy and I was in her ass. She was screaming "Fuck mommy, fuck mommy" and I was seconds away from busting my nut when I heard:

"What in God's name are you doing?"

Mom had come into the room and had caught me with a pair of her dirty underpants on my face with my nose sniffing the crotch and another pair wrapped around my cock as I beat off.

"Are those my undergarments? Oh my God they are. This is disgusting. Wait until I tell your father."

Looking back I should have just shrugged it off. What was my dad going to do? He probably would have gotten a good laugh out of it. Knowing him he probably would nave said something like:

"What do you expect from a Ford man?"

Things would have been a bit uncomfortable around the house for a while since mom wasn't dumb and she would have realized immediately from my use of her panties that I was jacking off with her on my mind, but things would have probably eventually settled down and mellowed out.

At least that is the way it might have gone if I hadn't panicked.

But the fact is that I did panic and I said, "You tell him about this and I'll tell him about you."

"You'll tell him what about me?"

"About you and Tom's dad and your visits to the Red Roof Inn."

Her eyes got big, her hands flew up to her mouth as she moaned "Oh my God" and she turned and ran from the room. As she ran from the room I was already calling myself a stupid shit head. I'd had no need to say that. None at all. I had just fucked up royally and I knew it. Mom and I'd had a great relationship. We had been very close and I'd just gone and totally fucked it up.

I tucked my dick away, got up, took mom's dirty panties back to the laundry hamper where I'd gotten them and then I left the house. I felt weird. I really didn't want to be around anyone, but at the same time I didn't want to be alone.

I drove around some and eventually ended up in front of Tom's house. I sat in the car for maybe twenty minutes just staring out the windshield at nothing in particular and my mind almost a blank. I don't know how long I might have sat there if the opening of the passenger door hadn't grabbed my attention. Mary leaned in and said:

"I haven't done it on a backseat in years and while I might like to do it again I can't do it in front of my house. Besides, the backseat in this car isn't big enough. Come on lover; we need to get in the house."

Mary put me through the ringer and I didn't once think of my problem at home until it was time for me to have to go there. As I was driving home it occurred to me that at some point -- assuming that she ever talked to me again -- mom was going to want to know how I knew about her adulterous affair. I thought of various stories I could tell her. I could tell her that I was being nosy and snooping around Tom's house and found the pictures and the PI report, but that would probably result in her having an even lower opinion of me than the one I was sure she now had. She would think that in addition to being a pervert I was also a sneak.