Three days after Tiffany forced him to ejaculate inside her, Simon now finds himself waiting outside the door to her house. She apologized to him yesterday and said that she would like to treat him to some coffee and see if she could get to know him better. He was quite angry at her for the first 24 hours after what she did, but is now more calm, figuring that if he doesn't agree she can get upset and take it out on Sasha. It was a surreal experience, one that he still couldn't comprehend. Simon did say that he would take responsibility for any child that may be the result of their trust, and he meant it. He is already looking for jobs that he could take in order to provide, should he need to.
Suddenly, a middle aged man opens the door and brings Simon right out of his brief reverie. He did knock on the door but expected Tiffany to be the one to open, which in retrospect is kind of dumb, given that other people clearly live with her too. Namely, her parents. "Oh, hi sir. My name is Simon. I'm here because I have a date with Tiffany," he awkwardly introduces himself. God, he really sucks at meeting new people. Oh he is nice enough but his tongue just always get lodged in his throat!
Tiffany's father, Harold, stares at him for a long moment before finally offering Simon a surprising warm smile. His kindly demeanor provides a stark contrast with his daughter's behavior. "You must be Simon," he says to the dorky teenager, extending his arm for a handshake. "My troublesome daughter mentioned you several times over the past couple of days. She didn't really blackmail you into going on a date with her, right? I heard her muttering something along that line but thought that she was probably just kidding with her friends over the phone."
Simon finds himself very surprised that Tiffany has mentioned him to her dad and awkwardly smiles, scratching the back of his neck. He wants to ask her father some questions on how Tiffany talked about him, but at that moment the African American arrives at the door and beams at him. For a moment, Simon is awed by how gorgeous she looks in that tight T-shirt that reveals the outline of her full boobs and the black miniskirt that reaches just below the bottom of her booty, fitting snugly around the large asscheeks. Tiffany's muscled thighs almost make his mouth water as they get leave the house to go on their first date.
They get to her favorite restaurant and sit down together at the table with him still scowling slightly. Just because he's cooled his head doesn't mean Simon is now completely over what she did to him. "Oh come on, sweetie. Cheer up," Tiffany says to him. "We're on our first date, after all." She reaches over and then places her hand on the back of his, and he hates himself for feeling sparks from the contact. Why does he have to be so weak in her presence like this?
Not that he is any stronger elsewhere but usually he isn't sweating profusely and whimpering inside. His heat just doesn't go racing at a 100 mph like it does when he is with her. Tiffany seems to know full well the effects she has on him and she smirks. "Um, yeah. Just a little nervous, that's all," he mumbles to her, looking down at the utensils. "So please tell me. You did take the plan B pill, didn't you? I mean, it's for the best of you did. You're an excellent athlete with a great career in basketball in front of you, if you are planning to go professional, that is. And I want to go to college and set up a good career too."
Tiffany smiles mischievously. She did take the morning after pill, and in only half an hour since he cummed inside her, so it's extremely effective. But he doesn't have to know that. She could have some fun. "Nope. So maybe you are now bound to me for life. That is pretty exciting, isn't it? If we have a child together, you can never leave me. Even when high school is over and I no longer have your little sister as a pawn to manipulate you with." She gives him a very flirtatious smile as she says this.
Simon gulps very nervously. But then the fear leaves his eyes as he realizes what he has to do. He suddenly seems galvanized, confusing Tiffany with his confidence that came out of nowhere. "Fine," he says to the startled ebony. "I can not force you to take the pill. But if you get pregnant, like I said before, then that is my child too and I will have a say in how he or she is raised. Neither of us are perfect, with you being a mean and manipulative bully, and me being a dumbass who started catching feelings for you, but I'm going to make sure our child is as near to perfect as I can get him."
It's only after he's already said this that Simon realizes what he just admitted to and he gasps in horror as her lips curl up into a grin. Oh, dear god. He just told her he caught feelings for her! This is so, so bad. "That is so very sweet of you, baby," Tiffany titters as he blushes and wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. But it won't so he is forced to sit right there and face her after his massive blunder, with no possible escape route in sight. "I'm so touched."
Simon stammers, now trying to take back what he said, but he knows that it is futile, given how earnestly he has just professed his feelings for her. No way would she buy that it was nothing more than a slip of the tongue. To be honest, neither would he believe that, after all the butterflies in his stomach. "I mean, I suppose it is only natural," the boy attempts valiantly. "We are two young people who just popped each other's cherry. There's obviously going to be an attachment forming between us."
Truthfully, Tiffany's already been very attracted to Simon for some time now. But after all the years of bullying other people, she actually has many moments where she questions herself and thinks that she is unworthy of love because of her actions, especially from someone as wonderful as Simon. All of the times she tormented other students she was acting out, lashing out at other people because of the way she feels she has been neglected by her father, who may have always bought her whatever she wanted but was rarely home to connect with her. So she only says "Thank you for that," instead of admitting her own feelings to Simon.
Simon can not believe he finds himself disappointed. Did a part of him expect her to say she likes him? No, that can't be it, he reasons in his mind. It's just the idea that Tiffany might find him to be just a cheap whore. So he shrugs it aside and says "Oh okay. I think we should just order our lunch now." She agrees, flagging down a waiter and then giving him her orders, before Simon does the same. He couldn't get rid of the feeling that she might be hiding her feelings though, as she surreptitiously glances at him several times.
It turns out to be a surprisingly enjoyable date, in spite of the fact that he was kind of coerced into going on it in the first place. Sure, a part of it could be due to how he has never gone out with anyone before. But he still couldn't deny that he feels really different from how he usually does. Her presence fills him with warmth. Of course, he would then recall her treatment of his sister and other girls, and then there'd be some disgust. It makes him very confused about how he is truly feeling about her and how he should be, as they head back to her place and he says bye to her at the door.
When she is back inside, Harold is waiting. He knows he's not been as involved in his daughter's life as he ought to have been and now wishes to try to play a bigger part in it. The man smiles at his daughter. "Simon seemed like a pretty nice kid," he says to her as she sets her purse down on a desk in the living room, taking a sip from a cup of coffee. "Did you two have a good time?" It's more difficult than he thought as she seems to not be so interested in having a conversation.
Tiffany smiles lightly as she thinks about what just happened earlier. Simon told her he started to like her. That is definitely a clear sign of it being a good date. But then she frowns as she thinks of how she couldn't get herself to tell him she feels the same way. "I don't know," Tiffany finally says. "I mean, it went pretty well, I guess. Given that it's the first time I've ever been on a date before. It's still kind of difficult to wrap my head around the idea."
Harold Allens nods, thinking back to how he and his wife first met. He knows he should have spent more time with Tiffany from when she was a kid but he was always busy with his work and left it all up to his wife. The man coughs slightly before setting his coffee down and then asking "So how did you and him get together anyway? You never told me how you asked Simon out. And I know you did the asking from how awkward he was."
This is the part where it gets tricky. She knows her father well. Harold has heard some ridiculous whoppers as a lawyer. He's practically a human bullshit detector. There is no point trying to lie to him. It would only get her into much more trouble when he cross-examines her and forces her to tell the truth. So she decides to take it slow and reveal small bits and pieces at a time. "I just broke his sister's glasses and told her she's ugly when he showed up to defend her," she says as her father's eyes go wide. "So I told him that if he has sex with me I'll leave her alone."
Harold is now staring at his daughter, aghast. He could not believe what he just heard from her and is most disappointed by her flippant attitude towards her own actions. "What? How could you do something like that?" he yells. "Section 794.011 of the Florida Statutes states that coerced submission is not meaningful consent!. You threatened to harm his sister if he does not have sex with you. His consent was coerced. You had sex with him without meaningful consent. Tiffany, you raped that boy and you are going to apologise to him. Grovel at his fee. Beg for his forgiveness."
"It's not my fault you weren't around to teach me about consent," Tiffany snaps back. "So you don't get to lecture me now after I already committed the act. And guess what? I did even worse. I lied to him before he penetrated me, telling him that I got an IUD inserted a month ago. He believed me, up until when I got on top of him. Then I told him I was lying and he told me to stop, but I didn't. I forced him to cum inside me. After that I flipped us over and got him on top of me, and I locked my legs around him so he couldn't pull out, forcing him to finish in my body for the second time. I took the plan b pill after that but I'm not going to tell him."
