Here We Go Again

I pointed the car toward Fiona's and she said, "You are going the wrong way Rob. You need to turn around and head for Wilcox."

"Why?"

"I'm giving myself a birthday present" and she opened her purse and took out a key card. It said Quality Inn on it. I gave Fiona a confused look and she said:

"I told you that I was giving myself a birthday present. I'm giving me you."

I quickly realized what she was saying and I hung a U-turn and headed for the Quality Inn.

Fiona was not a virgin, but neither was I. We undressed and climbed on the bed and I surprised her by going down on her instead of immediately climbing on. She worked us into a sixty-nine and after a bit we broke apart and made love while as I sang Happy Birthday to her. She sucked me hard and we went a second time and then I ate her to an orgasm while I waited for my cock to get hard enough to go for thirds,

The third time was doggie and as I screwed her I was looking down at her rosebud. I'd never had anal sex and I wondered if Fiona would go for it. As I banged away at her pussy I worked a finger into her ass and she moaned:

"What are you doing? You want to get nasty with me? You want my butt hole?"

"I wouldn't mind."

"Do you have any KY or Astro-Glide with you?"

"Nope."

"Then you aren't going there this time. Maybe next time."

There wouldn't be a next time, but I didn't know it then.

We finished and I took her home. I walked her to her door, got a goodnight kiss and went home. I called her the next day to set up a date for the next day and what I got was:

"It was fun Rob, but summer is over and I need to concentrate on school and I won't have any time for foolishness."

"Foolishness? You call what we shared last night foolishness?"

"It was only sex Rob; get over it" and I heard the click as she hung up on me.

"Fucking cunt" I muttered. "First Ann, then Becky and now Fiona. Fucking bitches aren't worth the trouble" and that was the mindset I carried through my junior year.

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I didn't date, but I didn't go without pussy either. I knew two girls who were paying their way through college by engaging in the world's oldest profession and I made good use of them. I saw Fiona around campus, but when our eyes met she would look away.

I also saw her at the frat house when we had parties. The girls from Lambda Delta Psi were always invited and Fiona belonged to that sorority so I saw her at parties, but we ignored each other. It was the middle of my senior year when I found out what Fiona had been doing with me. It was at another frat party and Fiona was there. I was off in a corner nursing a beer and looking at her whenever she was looking away from me. I heard:

"Still carrying a torch for her?"

I turned and saw Nancy Neubert standing there.

"No. Just curious is all."

"No feelings for her at all?"

"I can't say that."

"She isn't worth it you know."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because of what she deliberately did to you."

"Deliberately did to me?"

And then Nancy told me the story.

Fiona informed Lambda Delta Psi that she would be joining when she started school. That's right – she informed them and the way she did it pissed off the pledge committee Fiona didn't have to go the usual pledge route. Her mother, grandmother and two aunts had been Lamb Delts so she was a legacy, but even legacies have to go through the hazing process. Two of the members of the committee knew Fiona and didn't like her to begin with so the committee decided they would lay a chore on Fiona that they expected that she would refuse to do and then they could deny her membership.

The Lamb Delts were tight with my fraternity and the Lamb Delt girls knew about what happened with me and Becky and they knew that I had stopped dating because of it. They told Fiona that she had to seduce me. The committee figured that she would refuse to do it and if she didn't it wouldn't matter because they were sure I wouldn't succumb to her. She had to seduce me. She couldn't just come up to me and offer me pussy and she couldn't come right out and tell me that she had to fuck me in order to get into the sorority and would I please help her out. She had to meet me and seduce me.

She had to keep the committee informed of her progress and let them know when it was going to happen and where. Two members of the committee were sitting in a car in the motel parking lot watching us go into the motel room and when we left they went inside to check out the sheets for cum stains to verify that Fiona had actually done the deed and hadn't spent the time playing cards or something. After Fiona had accomplished her task she no longer had any use for me. It was pure chance that I was working on her parent's koi pond and landscaping.

I debated finding some way to get back at Fiona, but then said, "Fuck it! The cunt isn't worth the time" and I finished out my senior year, found a job and got on with my life.

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The next three years were spent concentrating on my job. I didn't date because after my experiences with Ann, Becky and Fiona I pretty much felt that most women were cunts.

I didn't go without pussy though. One of the girls I had used in college decided that she could make more continuing what she did to pay her way through college than she could putting her Business Management degree to use and we had stayed in touch.

I figured that using Shirley when I needed relief was cost effective. No need to date a dozen times to work yourself into the woman's good graces (and pants) when all I had to do was pick up the phone and call Shirley. A date for dinner, drinks, dancing or maybe a show could run from seventy to a hundred bucks a night. Ten or twelve dates even at the low end could run you seven hundred bucks and with no assurance that you would eventually score. Dinner and a show or drinks and dancing with Shirley with sex to follow ran around four hundred and she was a sure thing. An if I ever needed arm candy for a company party or an event put on by a client Shirley was usually available.

Work and visiting Shirley was pretty much my life from graduation until my third anniversary at work. Work had been going well. I'd gotten two promotions and the money was better than good so when my boss asked me to stop by his office I expected that he had something that he wanted me to do. I expected that it would be about business, but I was wrong. Way wrong.

I walked into his office and he smiled at me and told me to take a seat. I sat down on the leather couch he had in his office and waited for him to tell me what he wanted. He looked at me and it looked to me like he was trying to figure out the best way to bring up what he wanted and when he finally did speak he surprised the hell out of me.

"Are you in a relationship Rob? Got a steady girlfriend?"

I wasn't about to tell him about Shirley so I just said, "No sir."

"I have a problem Rob. I'm in a bind and I need a favor. A very big favor and it has nothing to do with work."

I sat there and kept my mouth shut and he went on.

"When my first wife and I divorced she took my then six year old daughter and moved to Georgia. The ex was killed in a botched bank robbery a week ago and my daughter is coming here to live with me. She is transferring schools and will be starting as a junior at State. My problem, actually her problem and my problem, is that she has never been out here since she was six and as a result she doesn't know anyone out here and I don't know anyone even close to her age except you. I need some one to take her under their wing so to speak and show her around. I was wondering if I could impose on you to take on the task."

I couldn't help but remember the last time some one wanted me to show them around and how well that turned out for me, but this was my boss asking me for a favor and I didn't feel I could refuse him and still stay in his good graces.

Another thought I had was that he could bring his daughter into the business and I could conceivably end up working for her and it wouldn't hurt for me to be in her good graces. Self preservation had me saying:

"Of course. I'll be glad to show her around."

Hank smiled at me and said, "I knew I could count on you. Do you have any plans for this evening?"

"No. Nothing planned other than doing some laundry."

"Then consider yourself invited for dinner. You can meet Michelle and get to know each other. Say sevenish?"

As I went back to work I couldn't help but wonder what I'd gotten myself into.

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I rang the doorbell at seven on the dot and the door was opened by an absolute vision and I thought "This ain't going to be too bad at all." Look up Goddess in the dictionary and what I was looking at is the picture that you would see. And then she burst my bubble.

"You must be Rob" she said as she offered me her hand. "I'm Hank's wife Ronnie."

I hope my face didn't show my disappointment when I took the offered hand and told her that I was pleased to meet her. She led me into what I assumed was the living room where I found Hank watching a news program. Ronnie asked me what I would like to drink and I saw that Hank was drinking beer so I told her a beer would be fine. Hank turned off the TV and said:

"Glad you could make it. Mouse is upstairs dressing. I didn't tell her we had company coming until I got home from work and she was up to her elbows in grease and oil. She was doing something to her engine."

"Mouse?"

"It is one of her nicknames. Long story and it goes back to when she was three. My mother didn't care for the name Michelle so she always called Michelle Mickey. It caught on and soon everyone was calling her Mickey. Around her fourth birthday she got hooked on The Mickey Mouse Club and Mickey Mouse cartoons and after hearing Mickey Mouse said over and over one day, since she was always being called Mickey she pointed at herself and said:

"Mickey Mouse?"

"Everybody laughed and started calling her Mickey Mouse and somewhere along the line the Mickey got dropped and everyone started calling her Mouse. I don't think that anyone outside the family uses it though."

Ronnie came back into the room and handed me an ice cold Bud. As I took it from her a girl walked into the room and Hank said:

"Here she is now" and he introduced us. As I shook her hand I was thinking about Hank's explanation of the family nickname for her. Mouse fit her. While goddess in the dictionary would have had Ronnie's picture next to the definition Michelle's picture would be next to the word mousey. A closer look showed that she could look better if she put some effort into it.

She was about five two or five three and she was dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and baggy pants. She was wearing horned rimmed glasses that were too big for her face and all you could say about her hair is that it was brown and there. It was sitting on top of her head in a big bun and had no style to it at all. Add to that she wasn't wearing a smidgen of makeup. Mousey looking is indeed what came to mind.

Ronnie said that dinner was ready and we all sat down at the table. Conversation was general in nature and when the meal was over Hank said to Ronnie:

"Why don't I help you do the dishes and we can leave Rob and Mickey to get acquainted."

Hank and Ronnie were no sooner out of the room when Michelle said to me:

"How much is he paying you for this?"

I knew what she was really asking, but it pissed me off that not even knowing me that she would assume that her dad was paying me to be with her so I said:

"Five grand."

"Get serious. How much is he paying you to put up with me?"

"I told you. Five grand. Actually it is a little more than that if you figure in the bonus I usually get at the end of the year."

"What are you talking about?"

"What your dad pays me. Five grand a month although with bonuses I probably averaged about fifty-four hundred a month for the year."

"Are you saying that he said he would fire you if you didn't volunteer to be my babysitter?"

"In the first place I'm not your babysitter. Because I was born and raised in this area and because I went to State your father asked me if I would show you around as a personal favor and I told him I would be glad to."

"Why does he think I need to be shown around? I managed to get from Georgia to here all by myself. Why wouldn't I be able to find my way around this place?"

"Maybe he just wanted you to know someone close to your age you could ask questions of. Then again maybe he sees me as a prospective son in law and he is trying to give us a head start."

"In your dreams."

"More like nightmare."

"I'm not that bad."

"I didn't say that you were."

"Then what's with the nightmare remark?"

"I don't see marriage in my future. I've been burned too many times and I just don't trust the female of the species any more so to me the thought of marriage would be like a nightmare."

"We are a matched pair then. I've been burned a couple of times and I don't trust the male of the species any more than you trust the females. So where does that leave us?"

"That's pretty much up to you."

"Why is it up to me?"

"Your decision Miss Michelle. Do you want me to show you around or not?"

To be continued.