Authors Note:
Thanks to ChiefHal for his proofreading assistance.
Most Sundays are pretty quiet. Go to church with mom and dad, sit around and watch TV, do some homework, just relax, ya know what I mean? But today I felt anything but relaxed. I sat in church, trying to make sense of all the things that had happened, just since I walked into church last Sunday, and I was stunned. I should have listened to the sermon, but instead, I was taking inventory of the craziness that had become my life. I went from high school geek, to sex machine, fucking every girl, and woman, that wanted me. Was it wrong? Well, according to the bible and my church, yeah, it was. Hell, didn't God destroy a whole city because of that kind of thing? I was used to being conflicted. I believed in God, mostly, but the science part of my brain had a hard time reconciling the science, with the faith part. Today though, it was a much more direct consideration. Should I be doing what I was doing? Probably not. But what should I be doing instead?
Becky had shown me that she cares about me, as a person, and wanted to at least try a long-lasting relationship, both sexual and emotional. Allie had been a virgin, until I came along. Now SHE wanted to have a long-term relationship with me, that definitely included sex. Then there was Malissa. I didn't know what she wanted. I didn't even understand why she had sex with me. If she was intent on saving herself in that way until she met a man she wanted to marry, did that mean that SHE wanted that long term relationship too? And don't even get me started on Coach, Jessica, or Principal Jennings. Clearly what we had done was entirely inappropriate, but at the same time so incredibly good. I learned sooooo much about pleasing a woman and being pleased by a women in one night, it was mind boggling. I knew I was nothing more than a plaything for Jessica, but Principal Jennings, Delila, had simply been caught in a compromising position, and chose to use sex to put me into the same position, ensuring my silence. At least that's what I believed, though I wasn't really sure about anything anymore.
It was Coach that I really wasn't sure about. I thought she was trying to help me, but now I knew, without a doubt, that she really didn't much care for men. Oh, she'd use a cock if it was available, but she very definitely thought of men as assholes, as a group. Her attempts to "help" me, were actually intended to humiliate me for what I was caught doing with Becky. Her sexual advances were more to use me, than anything else. Her having me join the cheerleading team, was designed to show the girls that men were shithead sexual predators. The only thing was, I had the opposite effect on them. They found me to be polite, supportive and respectful, even though I was sharing showers with them. I was everything that Coach was trying to prove men aren't, and as a result the girls voted to make me part of the team, for real.
It was going to be a very interesting rest of the year, but first I had to sort out the girls, well, the three of them at least. Becky was willing to work to 'earn' me, while Allie explored our relationship. I could deal with that. Dating two very good-looking girls that wanted to have sex at the drop of a hat, was every hormone driven boy's dream. Malissa on the other hand, had the potential to really mess things up, if she wanted that kind of a relationship too. I mean, I liked Malissa, but there wasn't any way I was going to love her. I couldn't say that about either Becky or Allie. No, I think I was going to have to have a talk with Malissa and see if we could throttle it back to really good friends, even 'friends with benefits' if she wanted. So, to that end, there I was, just after lunch time on Sunday, standing at Malissa's front door, ringing the bell.
I heard high heels on the hardwood on the other side of the door as I stood waiting. I'd not bothered to change after church, so I was still wearing my slacks and button-down shirt from church. I thought that might actually help me keep the discussion serious, keep it from devolving into sex, at least until we could reach an understanding.
I had what I wanted to say completely rehearsed and outlined in my mind. As the front door opened, I prepared myself for what I hoped would be an adult conversation. What I hadn't thought about was Mrs. Strong.
"Billy! Hi! Come on in!" She said cheerfully, opening the door wide for me. "Don't you look nice today."
"Thank you. So do you. That's a very pretty dress." I answered politely, as I stepped past her into the front room. The dress was pretty, the white dress, with bright colored flowers all over, was just shorter than knee length and showed just a small amount of cleavage. She had on high heels that were fairly conservative, and a choker of white pearls. She did look very pretty.
"I guess you're here to see Malissa?"
"Yes ma'am," I nodded.
"Well, she went out to lunch with a few friends. She should be home soon. You're welcome to wait."
"Thank you, Mrs. Strong."
"Please, call me Callie. I thought we got that settled yesterday."
"Yes ma'am," I agreed, as I followed her into the living room.
"I was just finishing some lunch. Would you like something? Maybe some lemonade?" she asked, as she continued to the kitchen while I sat down on the sofa.
"Lemonade would be great," I answered, realizing my mouth was suddenly fairly dry.
She came back a few moments later with an icy, cold, glass of lemonade. She set the glass on the coffee table in front of me and then sat down next to me. "So, how are you today? You had a very serious look on your face when I opened the door."
