Lawrence Baylor walked out of history class feeling somewhat smug for having made a fool of the professor. He really didn't like the man but he had to take his class as one of the core courses. He would much rather be spending his time studying physics and math. As he was walking down the steps a girl came up behind him.
"Hi Larry. You were incredible in class. What you did to Professor Milford, well, that was just hilarious. He was so mad he could hardly finish."
He turned and looked at the pretty girl addressing him. He wasn't used to girls giving him compliments. Usually they laughed at him or just ignored him. Besides, what he had done was no big deal. He had merely pointed out an obvious error in logic that the professor had made. It took Lawrence a few moments to come up with a name.
"Hello Elizabeth. My name is Lawrence. I don't go by Larry."
"It's Beth. Anyway, I'm starving. You want to get something to eat."
Lawrence fidgeted with his arm. He had no idea how to act in front of a girl. Spending time alone with her terrified him. He was about to decline her offer but she never gave him a chance.
"Okay, it's a date. Pick me up in front of Taylor Hall in 15 minutes. Don't keep me waiting, Larry."
Why did she keep calling him Larry? He was about to correct her again but she was already gone. What was he going to do? He could just ignore her but then she would see him in class the next day and make a big deal in front of everyone. He decided to meet her and then explain why he could not join her for lunch.
Beth had changed out of her blue jeans and was wearing a green pull over dress that fell to mid thigh. It was held up by thin straps over her bare shoulders and was cut low enough to show ample cleavage. Lawrence didn't recognize her until she walked up to him from behind and taped him on the shoulder.
"Right on time, Larry. I like that in a man. Let's go to the Patio. They have great burgers."
Beth hooked her arm through his and dragged him away. Lawrence was not able to make the speech he had so carefully planned. He was too terrified. He was going to have to gut it out and hope lunch would end quickly. They placed their orders and waited to be served. Beth was doing all the talking.
"... and so Nadia pretended like she was this big drinker and got so shitfaced she could barely stand. I heard that they carried her upstairs and she did you know what with half the Frat House and that they recorded it and sent it to one of those college party web sites. That's why I don't drink... well not much anyway. How about you, Larry? Have you ever been drunk?"
Lawrence had not been listening. He was too preoccupied with escape. When there was a pause in Beth's monologue he noticed her looking at him inquisitively. He fidgeted with his arm hoping this whole thing would just end quickly.
"That's okay," Beth continued, "You don't have to tell me. It's really none of my business. Hey, do you like my dress? My mom bought it for me so I would have something nice to wear besides jeans. I decided to put it on since this is our first date. I like the dress because of the way it shows off my tits. That's my best feature don't you think?"
Lawrence choked on his hamburger. They weren't on a date were they? Lawrence had never been on a date. Then she blurted out that thing about her tits. It was hard not to notice them. He had done his best to avoid looking but every so often his eyes would wander to her well exposed cleavage.
"I mean my ass isn't bad but it's a little on the chunky side. Girls worry about things like that. Look, I have to go pee. Why don't you get the check so we can leave? We could go Dutch but then it wouldn't be a proper date, would it Larry? See you in a few minutes."
Lawrence sat there stunned. He wasn't used to being around girls and certainly not ones that talked about tits and asses and having to pee. He was in way over his head and had no idea how to extract himself. After paying the bill Lawrence wandered towards the entrance. Beth intercepted him at the front door and hooked her arm through his.
"Let's go back to my room," she suggested.
Lawrence needed to end this now. She had finally given him a legitimate excuse to escape from this nightmare.
"Uh... I can't. I have to study for tomorrow's physics test."
"You are such a stitch, Larry," Beth laughed punching him in the arm. "You'll have plenty of time to study. We're still on a date. You don't want to get a reputation as someone who runs away from girls do you?"
Lawrence didn't know how to respond. Would she really tell everyone that he ran away from her? The bullies in the school would use that as another opportunity to stuff him in a trash can or even worse. Rather than object he let her drag him like a puppy dog back to her dorm. She draped a small sign over the doorknob that said "Men at Work" then pulled him into her room and closed the door.
"My roommate and I have this agreement about not interrupting when we're entertaining. That's why we use the sign. My roommate uses it all the time with her boyfriend. They fuck like rabbits."
Now Lawrence was shaking. She said the "F" word. What would she do next? He'd never even kissed a girl other than during spin the bottle in Junior High and that had terrified him. It wasn't that Lawrence had no interest in sex. He watched his share of porn and masturbated frequently. He liked girls. He was just terrified of them.
"So Larry, do you want to kiss me?" Beth asked stepping close and putting her arms around his neck. "I mean I know it's only our first date, but what the heck. We're in college. Let's sit down on the bed and do it. It's easier that way."
"Um... listen," Lawrence stuttered while pushing her away, "I really need to go. Thank you for having lunch with me."
He turned to leave. Beth grabbed his arm and pulled him back. She pushed him down until he was sitting on the bed.
"You're not going anywhere Larry. We're not done here yet. This is going to be your lucky day."
