How I Landed My Girlfriend

"So you're not mad at me?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. "Why would I be mad at you?" I turned to face her, confused beyond belief. Are all women as hard to master as quantum physics?

Paige looked at me, the first time since she came out of the house. "Because I said the 'L' word when we only had one study date."

"What 'L' word?" My shoulders shrugged involuntarily. "Do you mean when we were talking about the metal Lutetium?"

Paige stared at me as if I had a third eye. "Love, you goof." She then shied away. "I said, I love you."

"That's what this is about? Why would I be mad at that?"

"What?" Paige's head jerked in my direction, eyeing me carefully.

I walked toward Paige. "If you were honest with yourself and you truly felt that way, then who am I to judge? It shocked me, sure, but that's because of who I am. I believe your words were 'naïve' and 'innocent' when it came to describe me."

"So you didn't think I was being to forward when I said I love you?"

"Open, honest communication is the only way any relationship can last; whether it's romantic or a friendship. It is the only thing I learned from my father." Even if it was reversed in his case. He was a lying, cheating bastard.

"What if I say I still do?"

"Still what? Love me?"

Paige only nodded.

Who made up these dating rules that has Paige so fearful to speak her feelings? Does she think I'm going to send her to the firing squad or the guillotine? Maybe I'm different because the only girl I've interfaced with was my mother and she was always open with me about her feelings. "I'd say are you free on Saturday? I'd really like to take you out on an official date, one that doesn't involve studying."

Paige jumped in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. It was the only time I regretted not having any prior weight training because I folded to the ground like a cheap suit. She gave me a couple quick kisses before moving in for the real thing. This time, I didn't just sit there, or lay there as it may. I didn't grope her, we were on her front lawn after all, but I did put my arms around her, pulling her closer. I pushed my tongue in her mouth and copied how I kissed her in my bedroom but I also added random movements and gauged her reaction. She really liked me lightly scraping my teeth against her tongue.

Paige broke the kiss and leaned into my ear, "I don't know what it is that you do to me, but every time we kiss, I get really horny."

I whispered back, "I'm sure you can feel how aroused I get when you kiss me too." How she was sitting on me, there was no mistaking that she could feel my erection.

Paige proved me right by wiggling her hips with a smile. "What time are you picking me up on Saturday?"

"I was thinking nine o'clock."

"Okay, so the typical dinner and the club?"

"I don't know. Do they serve dinner at nine in the morning?"

Paige sat up with a start, "Did you just say nine a.m.?"

"People who love each other can share different interests. If you truly enjoy going to the club, I swear we'll go. I have no problems sharing your passions. But Saturday, well, I want to show you what I'm about."

Paige rolled off me, "I look forward to it."

I stood, offered Paige my hand, and she greedily accepted. I pulled her into my arms, "I think our audience is anxious to hear your story." I gave a head nod to the house in which at least ten pairs of eyes were watching from the windows.

"They'll have to wait," Paige hooked her arm into mine. "Because me and my boyfriend are going over to his place."

"We are?" I may have asked, but I was already walking with her toward her car. I also have to admit that on the inside I was jumping for joy when she called me her boyfriend.

"Yeah," Paige gave me her wonderful smile. "I didn't go to class today so you need to show me what I missed."

I smiled back, unwilling to tell her that my mind was lost in the clouds worrying about her so I had no idea what Dr. James lectured us about.

As it turned out, I didn't need to know. Once my bedroom door shut, Paige was all over me. Her lips quickly latched onto mine, her hands, with the deft precision of a surgeon, removed my lower garments faster than you could say 'holy shit.'

"Holy Shit," I exclaimed as Paige pushed me to the bed. She wasn't wasting any time as she removed her clothes. Shirt, jeans, underwear; all gone in mere moments.

Two days ago, Paige was ready to have sex with me and I stopped her. This time, there was no stopping her. The fire in her eyes told me she wasn't asking, she was demanding and no matter what I said or did, she was going to have it her way. Thinking back, I only said no because of parents and I didn't want to go through the rest of the semester with a pissed off lab partner. After the public display in front of her sorority, I doubt that would happen and as for parents, screw them. Well, not actually screw them. I want to screw Paige. We're both consenting adults and my mom seemed pleased that a girl came over at all. I clawed at the hem of my shirt and pulled it overhead, tossing it in no general direction as my eyes were glued to the nudity in front of me. Paige's body was flawless. A true work of art.

"Gorgeous," I breathed out.

Paige jumped on the bed, her hand immediately grabbing my manhood. "You're quite handsome yourself." Her leg was coming across my body.

I stopped her limb and lightly smacked her hand away. Paige just looked at me with a puzzling expression. I smiled, "I'm not done with you, yet."

Paige tilted her head, "What do..." I cut her off by flipping her whole body over me, her back now laying on the bed with me on top of her. "Oh," she giggled.

I kissed her as my hands began feeling Paige's body; her shoulders, her stomach, her tits, her thighs, and then lastly, her quim. She was saturated. I stuck two fingers inside and they were immediately sucked inside. Damn. I really had no idea what I was doing but Paige didn't seem to mind. I started kissing my way down. First her chin, then her neck – that drove her nuts – and then I went further. Finally, my mouth reached her glorious orbs. I eagerly feasted on my first pair of tits. They were succulent, soft, and I couldn't get enough. Neither could Paige. And when I began nipping at her nipple, her arms suffocated my head, urging more contact while her pussy clasped onto my pumping fingers. A wave flooded not only them, but it also escaped her orifice and drained down my arm. Knowing what was happening, I kept going, though my movements were restricted with her clutches.

As she came down from her high, Paige panted, her voice raspy but still very much full of need, "Please, for the love of God, please just fuck me."

Paige was doing all that she could to move me from my current position to one on top of her. I complied. I moved in between her legs, my dick right at her entrance. I stared deep into my soon to be lovers lust filled eyes, her face scrunched in desperation. I slowly pushed forward, my cock salivating pre-cum in anticipation of its first pussy. I can't describe the sheer unbelievable feeling of exhilaration the velvety sensation my shaft was enduring as the sleek wetness of Paige engulfed inch after inch of my throbbing erection until I was at last buried to the hilt.

"Oh God, again? So soon?" Paige once again went soaring into euphoria. Her eyes tightened, her arms enveloped my body, her legs encircled my waist, and her cunt did its best to ensure my favorite appendage was there to stay. I paused until Paige's eyes began to flutter. Without warning, I pulled most of the way out and then plunged forward.

"Oh fuck yes!"

I grunted with each insertion and she echoed me with a moan every time I bottomed out. I could only smile as I continued to repeat my thrusts harder and faster with each incessant delve into her depths. Who knew you could be this good during your first time? I really started to pound home, my face furrowed with my effort to prolong the euphoric bliss I was feeling. I knew it was a fight I was going to lose but it was worth every effort to savor the joys of my first coupling with a woman. I reopened my eyes, with me on the verge of losing control I wanted the sight of Paige underneath me etched in my memory for the remainder of my years. The vision below me didn't disappoint. She was writhing, her hands clutching the comforter with ivory knuckles, her eyes tightly sealed, and her mouth sculpted in a permanent 'O' shape. God, those dimples are sexy as hell.

"Oh shit, Tyler – Here it comes... Again!"

"Me too Paige."

"Don't you dare pull out. Give it to me baby. Give me your seed. Fill me! Fuck me!"

I had fleeting thoughts about 'maybe I should've used protection' or 'is she on the pill,' but they didn't last. Paige's words of encouragement, her confidence, her desire had all morphed into her passion for me. She loved me and I wanted to grant her all her wants without any want for myself. I slammed as deep into her channel as I could and it felt like home. I grunted and unloaded.

At my first injection, Paige screamed and I swear it shook the foundation of the house. I wasn't done but neither was she. With each subsequent salvo, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and then her body appeared to be having a seizure. All her prior orgasms were nothing like this. Earth shattering is the only word to describe what I saw my girlfriend going through, and it scared the shit out of me. I was done and she was still convulsing. I pulled out and coddled her. I rested her head onto my chest and held her tight. After the longest minute of my life, she finally stopped shaking. I took a very relieving, large intake of air. What do I say? What do I do now? Turns out, it didn't matter. To my dismay, Paige's not shaking only meant she wasn't moving – at all. Now I started shaking her, "Paige, Honey, wake up. Please..." The greatest thrill of my life and I was certain I'd never have sex again, not if killing the girl I'm with is a possibility. "Please Paige, come back to me..." I took her pulse and thankfully there was one. I brushed her hair from her head, "Honey..." Paige's eyes began to, albeit slowly, flutter open. "Thank goodness," I sighed. "Are you all right?"

"You called me Honey," Paige's tired smile was ear to ear, "I love you."

Stories have been told that a virgin can fall in love with the first girl they sleep with. I'm not sure how true that is but I truly felt love for Paige. She was funny, bright, and great to be with. I knew at that moment I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. "I love you too."

I couldn't believe it, but her smile went wider at my words. "Most guys say that to get into a girls pants. You are the first one that's said that to me afterwards."

"I'm glad I could be your first."

Paige snickered, "Speaking of, are you sure that was your first time? That was the greatest sex I've ever had. It's not even close. I've heard it could happen but I've never passed out before."

"I'm glad to hear that can actually happen because I was seconds away from calling an ambulance." Paige giggled at that but I was serious. "And yet, I am positive that was my first time, unless someone jumped me in my sleep."

"I'm glad I could be your first."

"And last," I leaned down and kissed her.

My life was good but with Paige, it became great. We were together every moment we could. After school, she would come over before her part time waitressing job. Sometimes I would go to the diner and pretend to be a normal customer. I tip well. In between her classes, she would visit me in the library where I worked. I went to her sorority house in between mine. That Saturday, our first official date, was actually our third. She was utterly shocked I took her to the art museum, Oscar's which is a five star steak restaurant, and to the operatic performance of Mozart's 'Magic Flute.' Paige loved it. She was impressed that it wasn't just dinner and a movie, that I actually had put thought into our time together.

As promised, our second/fourth date was at Club Ego. That was certainly a sight to behold. It looked as if I were Paige having an earth shattering orgasm. She didn't mind, of course, and just went with it. She was so spectacular looking in her little black dress and I, well, Paige dressed me with the best clothes I had available, which was a button down shirt and slacks. It was obvious I was out of my element and the other guys there swarmed because of it. Every time I would go get drinks, Paige was hit on. She would always respond "no," and then give them the shoulder. To be honest, the club wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Perhaps that was because of the company I was with. Regardless, Paige and I enjoyed all the time we had together, though I had to be careful how much physical attention I gave her. Every touch that could have a sexual tone to it – a brushing of her chest, a grab of her ass, even a kiss of more than a peck – sent her libido into the next stratosphere. She couldn't explain it and I didn't know. Was that normal? It didn't matter. She took advantage and so did I.

My calculus class was cancelled. That's how easy it was for my life to get flipped, turned upside down. I was done for the day while Paige still had world history so I went home. I turned down Watterly Lane, the street my house is on, to see two cars in the circle driveway. One was Ray's and the other wasn't my mothers. Curious, I chose stealth to be my best option. I entered the house, making sure the door didn't slam. No one was downstairs but I did hear the distinct sound of a bed creaking. I was pissed. I marched upstairs and couldn't believe my eyes. The bastard was so cocky that he even left the bedroom door open. There Ray was, laying there with a girl riding him. I was about to interrupt when he groaned and her back arched.

Ray smiled up at her, "When I snap my fingers, you will wake up, get dressed and go home. You will remember nothing of our encounter and when you hear the phrase 'Slut needs servicing,' you will immediately fall back into this trance. One... Two... Three," He snapped his fingers.

The girl went on autopilot and began following her instructions. I recognized her immediately. It was Sharon, the busty brunette from Paige's sorority. I ducked into my bedroom. I needed to think about what to do. Not more than a minute later, Sharon walked by. She seemed oblivious to her surroundings and nonchalantly went downstairs and out the front door.

I charged into the master bedroom, full of fury, even more so when I saw Ray laying down with a proud expression on his face. "What the hell's going on here?"

Ray grinned at me, "Hey, son."

"Don't call me that, you bastard!"

"Damn it. I just can't get it to work on you." Ray shook his head. "Anyways, what do you mean? I'm just laying here."

"I mean, why are you cheating on my mom with Sharon?"

"Sharon? That's her name? I just call her Slut."

"Whatever, I'm going to tell her off in a minute. As for you, get out! My mom deserves better."

"When did you grow some balls?" Ray laughed. "I'm not going anywhere and it won't do you any good to confront Slut or Sherry or whatever that bitches name is. She thinks she was studying all afternoon."

"You hypnotized her?" He just answered me with a grin. "Just get the fuck out and don't come back!"

Ray's smug expression turned to one of intimidation as he stood. "Make me, you pussy."

Just another instance in which I wish I had done some weight training in my past. Ray may have been big and bloated but I was short and skinny. If we fought, my money would be on King Hippo in front of me so I did the only thing I could think of, I ran to mommy. Okay, I actually ran to my car, drove ten miles to C. W. Financial where my mother is an accountant, and then ran to mommy.

I was navigating the cubicles to the back of the fifth floor and was winded when I knocked on the wall of Joyce Freemont. Mom turned in her chair and stood when she saw me, assuming something was amiss.

"Tyler, what are you doing here? Is everything all right?"

I held up my index finger as I caught my breath. I really need to get in shape. Breathing back to normal, I reached for her hand, cupping it with both of mine. "Mom, I really don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to say it. Ray is cheating on you." Mom fell back in her chair. "My math class was cancelled and when I came home early, he was there with someone."

That's when the waterworks appeared. Mom put both hands to her face and her shoulders kept twitching. "I can't believe this is happening again."

I put her head to my chest and held her. "I'm sorry mom, I really am. Though I never liked him, he seemed to make you happy. I am so sorry."

"It's not your fault. Just promise me you'll never be like that."

"Never. I promise."

It took mom a few minutes to calm down. "Do me a favor, Tyler."

"Anything."

"Don't go home for a couple of hours. I'm almost done here and then I'm going to clean house."

"Are you sure? I had told him to leave and he threatened me. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I can handle Ray. Don't worry about me."

I was skeptical, but I listened. I called Paige to let her know not to come over and instead I'll come to her sorority. I debated back and forth about telling her what I saw. Sharon was her roommate and best friend. And it really wasn't Sharon's fault, was it? She was hypnotized.

Paige and I were sitting on the couch and I chose to give her the truncated description of what transpired. I left out Sharon and hypnotism, but explained that I walked in on Ray cheating on mom and that I went to my mothers work to tell her. I almost blew my own cover when Sharon walked in. I was still upset that she was involved in this, unwillingly or not. I calmed myself just in time and asked to see her phone.

"Why?" Sharon asked as she handed it over.

Both Paige and Sharon eyed me curiously. "Nothing, really. I just need to check something and my battery is about to die on mine."

"You could've used mine," Paige took a drink of soda.

I scrolled through her call log and saw nothing. The bastard even deleted the evidence. I shook my head in disgust. "Damn."

"What's wrong Baby?" Paige put her arm around my shoulders.

"Nothing. It's fine." Fuck. I felt I had to do something. If I can't get proof of what Ray's doing, then how do I get Sharon out of this mess? Perhaps... "Thanks Sharon. Here's your phone back." As we both reached out, I let the phone slip through my grasp. It hit Paige's cup, making a mess but also drenching the device in the syrupy liquid. "Shit, I'm sorry Sharon."

"Fuck, my phone," Sharon fumed. "It's ruined, damn it."

"I'll get some towels," Paige jumped off the couch and sprinted in the kitchen.

I picked up the phone and the cola dripped from the sides. "I'll buy you a new one. We can go right now if you'd like."

"Your damn right you're going to buy me a new one! As soon as you clean up this mess, we're leaving."

I played the forlorn soul to perfection while on the inside, I was ecstatic. I bought Sharon a top of line cell phone, which required a new service. It was an upgrade of her previous one by quite a bit and I did it just to ensure she had a new number. She was grateful and I was grateful Ray wouldn't be calling her anytime soon.

I dropped the girls off and headed home. Mom was going to need me. I pulled down Watterly Lane, and once again, I was surprised to see two cars in the driveway, moms and Ray's. I tentatively walked into the house. I was expecting screaming, the sound of fighting, even the devastation of a nuclear bomb having exploded but I didn't get any of that. What I got was the sound of the news on the television and the smell of dinner in the air. That, and Ray sitting on the couch with a beer in one hand, him waving at me with the other, and a big smile on his face.