Night Moves

As usual no descriptive sex scenes in this story.

This story was partially inspired by Bob Seger's song "Night Moves" but mainly by a relationship I had while in college.

Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are welcome and appreciated. I hope you enjoy my story.

I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves

(Bob Seger...Night Moves)

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I would have bet chalk, money, or marbles that I wouldn't be here, in this place, in this situation, today. The situation is me sitting at the lounge in a big time hotel waiting for my wife. Today is our first wedding anniversary. As I said I didn't think I would ever be here.

Taking my first sip of a really good bourbon I thought back over the preceding years. It all started while I was in college.

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I'm Jason Morgan and Stephanie Daniels is or was or hell I don't know my fiancée. Steph and I met at our local college in St. Louis. We started dating and got engaged in the middle of our sophomore year. Then she got a scholarship to some big time school in New York City. Neither of us really wanted her to go, at least I didn't want her to. But it was too great an opportunity to pass up so she left. Promises were made that we would talk two or three times a week and visit each other as much as possible.

Not that visits would be very often, mostly holidays, spring break, and over the summer. Neither of us could afford to fly back and forth too often and it was too far to drive for a weekend visit. We talked and wrote each other a lot her junior year.

I called on Thursday to talk to Stephanie about our plans about a month before the summer break.

"Jason Honey, I won't be coming home over the summer," she told me. "This program is full time all year long. I thought I told you that."

"No that was one fact you neglected to tell me Stephanie. You know I took that internship here and I won't be able to come see you more than three or four times all summer. Why would you want to go the school all year long when you knew we wouldn't get to spend some time together? We were supposed to plan our wedding over the summer."

"That's how you get your advanced degree in such a short period of time. Study, study, study," she said.

"But Steph..." I began

She interrupted me, "Baby, I love you but I think we should see other people while I'm in New York. It doesn't make sense for either of us to sit at home for a whole year." There was silence on the line for a few seconds. Then..."We can plan the wedding when I get home."

"Wait a minute. You want to break our engagement so you can date while you're in New York. And you expect me to just sit at home and wait for you?"

"No silly. I'm not breaking anything," Stephanie replied. "I'll be back when I get my degree and we can get married them. And you can go out and have some fun too."

"Thank you so much Steph. I mean it's really decent of you to let me have a life too.

"Now don't be like that Jason. Look I've got to go, got a late class. Call me tomorrow night and we can talk some more. Bye Honey."

I couldn't believe she just hung up on me. I also couldn't believe the bull shit she'd been spouting. See other people huh? Wait a year for her to come home, I don't think so.

Friday evening I called to have it out with Stephanie. Her new roommate, Donna, told me she was out with Ralph. "Want to leave a message?" She asked. I told her I would call back tomorrow around noon.

Saturday I called at 12:30 afternoon New York time.

"She hasn't come back to the apartment yet," Donna told me. "Ralph and her must be having a really good time. It's a good thing too. I told her if they didn't find somewhere else besides our apartment I was gonna move out so I could get some sleep. I'm sorry; I've just been running on and on. You wanna leave a message this time?"

"Yeah I do. Tell her Jason called like she asked."

It was close to eight when Stephanie called, that's nine New York time.

"Jason I'm so sorry," she said. "I forgot you were going to call. Anyway I'm here now so we can talk."

"Just one question Steph. Did you wear your engagement ring when you were screwing good ole Ralph or did you take it off?"

"Honey, let me explain."

"No explanation needed. Your idea of seeing other people is to screw as many guys as you can before you come home," I said. "Tell you what Steph, you can keep the ring, it doesn't mean anything now. Good luck in school."

I heard, "But Honey" as I hung up. My phone rang in just a minute but I didn't answer. Stephanie didn't have anything to say that I wanted to hear.

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The next Friday the study group I was part of pulled an all nighter. I stumbled home around 9 A.M. Saturday morning. Stephanie was sitting on the steps in front of my dorm building.

"Hi Honey," she said and tried to hug me.

I pushed her away. "What do you want Steph?"

"I wanted to see you and explain about last week end."

"We said everything that needed to be said on the phone. Now I just put in an all night study session and I'm tired. Go away. I hope you and Ralph will be very happy." I walked past her and went to my room.

Stephanie called me around 1 and again at 1:30 and again at 2. I hung up each time I heard her voice. I left my place about 6. She must have been waiting for me because she was sitting on my front steps.

I held up my hand before she could speak. "No Steph. We don't need to talk, it is what I think it is, and I don't believe that it's only me that you love. So save your breath and don't waste my time. Go away and leave me alone." I jumped into my car and drove away.

The study group had decided to meet at Antonio's Pizza Palace. There were six of us having a good time and celebrating the conclusion to the project we'd been working on. John and Sally, Barry and Jane were sort of dating after spending so much time together during the project. That left Rocky and me; Rocky was really Raquel Jenson. She hated her name.

When we met at the first get together of the study group Rocky told us, "My parents must have been high or drunk or something when they named me Raquel." She looked at us with a serious face. "The first one that calls me Raquel gets a book upside the head. Call me Rocky."

The other four members of the group didn't say anything, they just nodded. Rocky turned to me and asked, "Understand Jason?"

"Sure thing Raquel. Anything you say," I replied with a grin.

She looked at me for several seconds and then grinned too. "I'm going to have to keep an eye on you, aren't I?"

From that night it was always Rocky and me. We studied with the group but it was just us two that would cram for exams. It was just us two that went to coffee houses and bars to debate and discuss our project. It was just us two that would party when we got good progress reports. We also shared the disappointment when our work got turned back by the professor. It was always just Rocky and me.

If our situations had been different I could have fallen for Rocky; big time. She was almost as tall as me at 5' 9, with curves that let you know she was a woman; coming or going there was no doubt. Her long auburn hair kept falling over her face and hid her green eyes. And she had an easy way about her. When she talked to you it was like you were the only other person in the room.

Our relationship wasn't sexual or loving or anything. We were just two friends with a lot of the same interests and outlook on life. Hell Rocky was engaged to a guy going to school at Oxford in England. If one of us had a personal problem the other one was always there to talk to.

When I called it off with Steph, Rocky was there for me. We went to a driving range and hit golf balls until my hands bled. Then we went to a bar and when I got too drunk to walk, much less drive, Rocky took me to her apartment and put me to bed on her couch.

Before I lost my battle with a bottle of tequila Rocky said, "When the word gets around campus that you're a free agent, well....you better stand back or you'll get run over."

"What?" I asked.

"Look at you. You're what 6'2 and a solid 200 pounds. You got that dark wavy hair and those baby blue eyes." I started to speak and Rocky held up her hand to stop me. "Plus cleaned up you ain't a bad looking guy. I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you." She chuckled at the stunned look on my face. "Yes sir, it's going to be a stampede."

Rocky was the one that convinced me that Steph was the idiot. "She had a man that worshiped her, that would do anything for her, and would have been the best husband ever. Then she expected you to wait for her to get done with her boy toys and come back to you. Stupid bitch is what she is."

"Yeah, if she's too dumb to know what a good catch I am, she doesn't deserve me," I replied laughing. After that night I was okay; I began to forget about Steph.

Rocky was the one that convinced me to spread my wings as it were and get back into the game; to quit feeling sorry for myself and begin looking for Steph's replacement. And Rocky was the one that listened and gave advice when I talked about the women I dated. Yeah, things would have been a lot harder without Rocky's help.

About two months after I came back to life Rocky called me. We talked about nothing special for a while but she sounded down.

"What's on your mind Rocky?" I asked concerned for my friend. Rocky was always upbeat and full of life but not that night.

"You got anything on for tonight," she asked. "If not could you come over and spend the night?"

"Rocky! What...I mean..." I was stunned.

"Not like that dummy," she said with a little laugh. "I just don't want to be alone tonight. I could use an all night hug."

I didn't hesitate. "I'll be there by 7 Rocky. Got to take a shower and clean up. See you soon."

Rocky opened the door when I knocked. She looked like a sad little puppy. As I stepped inside she hugged me and we stood there for at least a couple of minutes. When Rocky pulled away I walked her over to the couch and sat down with her.

"Okay Buddy. What's going on?"

Then she told me her story. We'd never talked about her love life or anything; I guess she was spending too much time helping me get over Steph. She and her fiancé, Robert, had agreed to date or see others while he was at Oxford. Robert said it wasn't realistic to expect either of them to spend months apart and not want to go out sometime.

"Robert's a bit of a philosopher," Rocky told me. "He said that if we were meant to be that no one we dated would mean any more than a diversion until we were together again." Rocky gave me a sad little smile. "I was okay with it. I was sure of our love. The only guy I've spent time with is a big lug named Jason," she said touching my hand. "That's why I haven't dated anyone; I had my buddy to hang with." Rocky stopped and stared at the wall for several seconds.

"But now?" I prompted.

"But now, Robert sent me an email telling me that he's met someone that he's interested in." I could see the anger in her eyes. "This woman is the daughter of some Lord and Lady or something. He wants us to talk when he comes home on summer break." She stood up. "Like I'm supposed to wait to see if he's going to dump me." Rocky paced back and forth like a cage lioness.

"In a way it sounds like what Stephanie tried to do to me. Remember what you said about Steph being stupid?" I asked. Rocky looked at me and I continued, "If Robert is dumb enough to let some little bit of fluff take him away from a great girl, he deserves to spend his life with second best."

"What should I do Jason? Should I wait until summer or should I call or email him or what?" Rocky sighed. "I've never been in this position before."

"Robert's an honest guy from what you've told me." She nodded agreement. "At least he's telling you about it instead of hiding it." I watched Rocky as she paced. "Send him an email or call him. Tell him you're not happy with the situation. Tell him you're not gonna sit and wait for him to make up his mind. Tell him either you guys are engaged and exclusive or you're nothing. Or..."

"Or what?" It was Rocky's turn to prompt me.

"You could sit back and see what happens. Your choice Rocky; either way I'll be here for you when you need a friend."

Rocky sat down and hugged me. I waited for her to end the hug but she didn't. I woke up the next morning lying next to Rocky on the couch. She looked like a little girl; the frown wrinkles were gone from her face and she had a small smile.

Her head was on my chest when she opened her eyes. Rocky smiled at me, gave me a quick kiss and ran for the bathroom.

"Brush your teeth while you're in there," I shouted. "Your breath smells like my tennis shoes." It didn't really but I didn't want her getting too serious too soon.

Rocky came out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth. "My turn," I yelled and ran into the bathroom.

She had coffee on and as we waited for it to brew she asked, "What should I do Jason?"

"Okay, after all the talk from last night I think you should call him. Tell him how you feel without bitchin at him. If he's the kind of guy you've said, he'll be honest with you."

"What if he wants Lady something or another? What if he tells me we're over?"

"That's a possibility," I said. "But do you want to sit around until summer to find out?"

I could tell that Rocky was mulling over what I'd said. "I seem to remember someone telling me to quit feeling sorry for myself and get on with my life. That sound familiar?"

Rocky looked at me hard for a moment and then smiled. "I think that's why you're my friend. You're just so damn smart." We both laughed and she went to get the phone.

"There's a five hour difference between here and London so Robert's probably in class. I'll leave a message on his cell," Rocky said as she pushed buttons. I heard her message telling Robert she wasn't happy and that he needed to call her right away.

"Now, we'll have breakfast while I'm waiting for him to call back," she said.

We'd finished eating and were cleaning up when Robert returned her call. I heard, "What the hell is this about some little English chippy?" Then Rocky said, "You're damned right I'm upset. Don't tell me to calm down."

I waved to Rocky and mouthed "I've got a class" and left. There wasn't a class but she and Robert needed some privacy.

After two days I hadn't heard from Rocky so I called her. Several times her cell went to voice mail as did her land line. Worried I went by her apartment. She answered the door looking like death warmed over. Rocky's hair hadn't seen a brush or a comb recently, she wore no makeup, and her clothes looked like something a bag lady would wear.

"Rocky! What the hell?" I said pushing my way past her into the apartment. As I passed her I got an idea she hadn't showered for a couple of days. I pulled Rocky to sit with me on the couch.

"Robert broke up with me," she said in a sad voice. "He asked for his ring back. Said I could send it to him. He said he didn't mean to fall in love with Prudence but he did."

"What the hell kind of name is Prudence?" I asked sarcastically; trying to make her feel better.

For the first time Rocky showed a little life; she chuckled at my question. "Robert tried to tell me how he and Prudence met but I told him I didn't care." She gave me an evil little grin. "I told him that he gave me the engagement ring in person and if he wanted it back he could come and get it in person."

"Good. I don't think he'll have the balls to come and get it," I responded with a scornful laugh. "Not even when he gets back to the States." I had my doubts that Robert would want to face an angry Rocky.

He'll get a nasty surprise if I ever meet him too, I thought. I knew that Robert and Rocky had an agreement. I knew that at least Robert told Rocky the truth and didn't try to hide anything. And I knew that it wasn't really any of my business. But the asshole hurt my friend and I wouldn't let that go by, I said to myself. Not logical but human emotions are seldom logical.

"C'mon Rocky, get cleaned up. I'm taking you out for pizza and beer," I said. She tried to say she wasn't going but I interrupted her. "No argument young lady. As someone once told me it's time to quit feeling sorry for myself and get back in the game. Right back at you Rocky."

We stared at each other for what seemed to be a full minute and then she smiled. Rocky nodded and went to her bedroom. I heard the shower start, got a beer, and sat on the couch waiting for her. It was worth the wait. She came to join me and looked great. Her hair was clean and shiny and pulled into a long pony tail. Rocky was wearing jeans and a crop top which showed off her great figure. Nothing fancy but she looked better than a runway model, at least to me.

"You clean up pretty good," I told her with a grin. "I better get my bat to help you fight off the men." I paused and added, "You look real nice Rocky."

"That's because of good advice from my best friend," she replied. "Let's get that pizza, I'm starved.

Previously we'd been seeing each other twice a week in class and once a week with the study group. The class and project was over and the study group had disbanded. Rocky and I made a point of getting pizza or burgers or sushi on a weekly basis. The sushi was her idea. Where I grew up sushi was considered fishing bait. I ate a lot of rice and drank a lot of sake on sushi nights.

About six weeks after her break up with Robert, Rocky invited me in after one of our dinners. She sat me on the couch, got me a beer, and sat down next to me.

"How's your love life?" She asked. I was caught completely off guard. Since Steph, I hadn't talked about the few, and I mean few, dates or the ladies I took on those dates.

"What love life?" I answered with a smile. "I'm not ready to jump in with both feet again; at least not yet." I could tell she wanted to hear more. "A few uneventful dates, no second dates with the same girl. That's pretty much it. I've been concentrating on my studies."

"Me too," Rocky offered. "I've had two or three dates but nobody special has jumped up."

"Why the sudden interest in my love life?"

"Well Jason...To put it bluntly I'm horny."

We'd never really talked about our sex lives. Romantic problems and questions yes but nothing about sex. I was surprised and puzzled. It must have shown on my face.

"Don't look so shocked, she said with a grin. "Girls get horny too. I controlled my, let's call them urges, when I was waiting for Robert. It didn't bother me that much. But now, there's no one to wait for." Rocky got me a second beer and sat back down.

"So why are you telling me all this?"

"I don't want a series of one night or one month stands with guys whose only attribute is that they're available. If I get rid of my horniness I want to be with someone who at least cares about me a little." Rocky hesitated and continued, "I was thinking of using my best friend." When I didn't respond she said, "That's you dummy."

Being the silver tongued devil that I am, I came up with a response fitting a college man with a 3.85 GPA.

"What?" I stammered. "You can't be serious Rocky. Hell we've never even danced together much less made out."

"I know, but think about it. You don't want to get involved with someone and neither do I. So why can't two friends help each other." Rocky waited for my reaction and when I didn't say anything she continued. "If what you've told me is true about your dating life...." She looked at me and I nodded. "Then you've got to be as horny as a Billy goat with two peckers. It's been what, three or four months since you and Steph were, let's say intimate."

"But Rocky what you're planning is..."