Far beyond the scope of rational thinking comes this tale of fulfillment. Let me define for you what I mean by fulfillment for this revelation. Fulfillment means complete, all-encompassing gratification. That is the whole person, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and, very definitely - sexually.
We met on a blind date. For many people, blind date is an omen with negative outcomes. I went into this meeting with similar skepticism; it is true what is said about the self-fulling prophecy, it wasn't good.
She was not unattractive; I found her cute and vivacious. She was, however, much too young for me. I was 18 and graduating from high school. She was only a high school sophomore. I was 18 and legal, she was jail bait.
Three years passed, my twenty-first birthday loomed a couple weeks away and some friends had a night planned. I like a good party, yet, I also like keeping my head on straight. I don't drink a lot and have only tried marijuana a couple times. They knew that about me and knew I wouldn't go beyond my personal limits. I did have a haunting thought that I would very likely exceed my limits.
The party day arrived and I was busy searching the internet for remedies that prevent or cure hangovers. Some of the craziest potions sounded like they could actually work; I prepared.
My best friend said the party would begin at his place and make a circuit around some of the hottest night spots in college town, USA.
The gathering arrived at his house at 8:00 pm. I was already there to hear their jeers and cheers. Walking in close to last was a somewhat familiar face I just couldn't remember. My friend said I needed a date tonight and he set me up with - holy shit, jailbait.
"She's 19 now," he whispered to me.
We were re-introduced and I was stammering for words trying to apologize for acting as I had those three years ago.
"Rick," she said, "I was afraid of you because I heard how older boys act. You didn't act like that and I was happy." She concluded by pulling closer and pressed her lips to mine.
A moment later we had arms around the others waist greeting and talking to friends.
The first stop of my party de force was "You don't know Jack." It was just off campus in the frat and sorority district. Pam, my blind date, was also a designated driver, mine.
"Have you been here, Pam?"
She nodded a tentative yes, "I come here often from the sorority house. I'm the sucker who always becomes the designated driver. But, hey! I get drinks and snacks free."
"Designated driver, like tonight?"
Her shy smile needed no words though she said, "No, not like tonight." Leaning over the console, she gave me another kiss. I was prepared and met her lips with mine. "I have a weekend pass."
"The party can't last that long," I chuckled.
We got out of the car and natural instinct took over. Our hands met and fingers intertwined as we hit the door. Inside was a catered table of food for our party and a bartender. Some of Pam's sorority sisters were there and I swear they were giving her knowing winks.
Now I am not naïve, but I was sure slow picking up on the clues. When it was an appropriate moment to pull Pam away from the crowd, we found a quiet corner. "Pam, tell me about your weekend pass. Start at the beginning."
I held her loosely around the waist just feeling the curve of her hips on my fingers.
"The beginning, Rick? The beginning three years ago and our first blind date. I knew you thought I was cute. I also heard you called me jailbait like I was unsafe to be with."
"I'm never going to be forgiven, am I?" I tried to pull her a bit closer.
"For the last three years you have been the only guy on my mind. Oh, lots of dates and parties, none with anyone who made me as angry as you did when I was 16."
