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Rob and Several Ladies

byJust Plain Bob©

It had its start in high school. If it had happened a few years later it probably wouldn't have amounted to much, but when you are a teenager you don't look ahead to the possible consequences of your actions.

Sue Ellen and I had been going steady for a little over a year and we had actually been talking marriage when we got out of college. Looking back I could see where it was probably silly of us. I mean we still had to graduate from high school and God only knew what would or could happen before we even graduated from college. As it was we never even made it out of high school.

Two weeks before senior prom Sue Ellen broke a date with me. She said she had to go somewhere with her parents. Those things did happen and I accepted it and found something else to do. Later that evening I stopped in at Harry's Malt Shack. I was sitting there when Bill Neubert came in, saw me and came over to join me. He ordered a burger, fries and a strawberry milk shake and then said:

"I didn't know that you and Sue Ellen broke up. What happened?"

"Why do you think we broke up?"

"I just saw her and Harry Short necking in the parking lot behind the movie."

"When was this?"

"About ten minutes ago."

I guess I must have surprised him when I jumped up and hurried out. It took me less than four minutes to get to the Rialto and sure enough Sue Ellen and Harry were parked in the back of the lot making out. They were in a clinch and didn't even notice me when I walked up. I watched for about a minute and then I knocked on the window. They pulled apart and both sets of eyes went wide when they saw me. I looked at Sue Ellen and said "Goodbye." I don't know if she heard me through the window glass, but I emphasized it by waving goodbye to her. I walked away from the car and went home.

The next day was Saturday and I went to my part-time job at Boysen's Super Market. When I got home my mother told me that Sue Ellen had called several times trying to get in touch with me.

"You should probably give her a call."

"Don't think so. We broke up last night and I really don't think we have anything to say to each other."

I went on to my room and worked on a paper that was due on Wednesday. I was typing it when the phone rang and my mother called out;

"It's for you Rob."

I went out to the kitchen, took the phone from mom and said "Hello?"

"Can I come over Robbie" Sue Ellen asked.

"No need to. We have nothing to talk about. I said all that I needed to say when I waved goodbye to you last night. You lied to me when you broke our date and so as far as I am concerned you were cheating on me with Harry. Nothing you can say is going to change any of that. Goodbye" and I hung up on her.

Sunday was another work day for me, but I only worked four hours. If you were under eighteen you could only work part-time and were limited to twenty hours a week and the way it was scheduled I worked eight on Saturday and four on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday. I was actually eighteen, but I never told them that I'd had a birthday because then they would have scheduled me for more hours and I didn't want that. It would pretty much have meant my life would be nothing but school and work and I wasn't anywhere near ready for that. Part-time gave me enough money to put gas in my car and give me some spending money.

Sue Ellen was waiting for me at the front door when I got to school on Monday. I started to walk by her, but she stepped in front of me and said:

"We have to talk Robbie."

I couldn't see making a scene in front of everybody so I said "At lunch" and gently pushed her out of my way. She was already at a table and waiting for me when I got to the school cafeteria at lunch time. I sat down in a chair opposite her and before she could say a word I said:

"You broke our date because you said you had to go someplace with your mom and dad. Unless they were in the trunk of Harry's car that means that you lied to me. What you were doing with Harry when I knocked on the window was cheating on me. That's cut and dried. So what do we have to talk about?"

"It didn't mean anything Robbie."

"Of course it meant something."

"No it didn't. It was just me trying to satisfy my curiosity."

"Your curiosity?"

"You know you are the only boy I've ever kissed. I just wondered what another boy would be like."

"As far as I know I'm the only boy you have ever made love with. Was that going to be the next curiosity you were going to satisfy?"

"Of course not! How can you even think something like that of me?"

"Given what I caught you doing it is pretty easy for me to think something like that. You weren't doing a damned thing to keep his hands off of your tits and I sure didn't see you trying to stop the hand that was on your leg and moving up. You broke a date with me and lied about it. That's the bottom line Sue Ellen. You should have been up front with me. If you had I might have been able to get by tour going on a date with another guy, but the way you did it ended our relationship."

"It doesn't have to be that way Robbie."

"Maybe not as far as you are concerned Sue Ellen, but it does have to be that way as far as I'm concerned. Goodbye Sue Ellen."

I got up from the table and walked away from her.

I suppose there are some who might say I was being a bit of an asshole for taking a stance like that given that I was only a teenager, but then they might not have grown up in a home with a single mom because of a father who cheated on her and then skipped town when he found out home much alimony and child support he was ordered to pay. It might not have been according to our legal system, but as far as I was concerned cheating was a criminal offense. Whatever! What I have just described set up the event that was going to have far reaching consequences.


My breaking up with Sue Ellen left me without a date to the senior prom. The only girls I knew well enough to ask were already spoken for so I was either going to have to go stag or skip it. The more I thought about it the surer I was that I wouldn't enjoy it going stag so I made the decision not to go.

It was a Tuesday and I'd just gotten home from work and was sitting at the kitchen table studying when the doorbell rang and mom called out and said there was someone here to see me. I went out to the living room and found Pauline French sitting there and talking to my mom. Mom got up and said she would leave the room to give us some privacy.

I'd known Pauline since the third grade and at one time, before I met Sue Ellen, I'd had a bit of a crush on Paulie.

"What brings you over here tonight" I asked.

"I heard that you and Sue Ellen broke up. Is it true?"

"Afraid so."

"What are you going to do as far as the prom is concerned?"

"Not going. Why are you asking?"

"Because I want to go, but I don't want to go by myself."

"Why? Did something happen to Bert?"

"You might say that. I caught him making out with Bev Abbeg at Nancy Wilde's birthday party and broke up with him. Could I possibly interest you in being my prom date?"

It was a no-brainer for me. I wanted to go, but wasn't because I didn't have a date so of course I said:

"I'd love to take you to the prom."

We discussed the details and then I walked her to the door. She surprised me when she threw her arms around me and kissed me.

"You won't be sorry Rob; I promise you that you won't be sorry."

That was open to interpretation. The part about my not being sorry. Word gets around fast in high school and when I walked up to my car after class the next day I found Bert Ellsworth leaning on my left front fender.

"What's this shit I'm hearing that you are taking Pauline to the prom?"

"I am."

"No you aren't motherfucker. Pauline is my bitch and you aren't going anywhere with her."

"She says otherwise. She said she broke up with you."

"I don't give a rat's ass what she said. She's mine until I say she isn't."

"No problem. Have her call me and tell me that, but until I hear from her she's my prom date."

I reached for the door handle and he grabbed my shoulder and started to spin me around to face him. Knowing Bert and his reputation as a hothead I expected that as soon as I turned he was going to send a fist at my face so instead of fighting his attempt to turn me I quickly spun around and as I turned I clenched my fist, raised my right arm and by the time I was facing him my fist was already on its way to his head. He wasn't expecting it and it crashed into his jaw. It stunned and staggered him. I got myself set for a charge and said:

"Bring it asshole."

He shook his head a couple of times to clear it, took a long look at me and must have decided to let it go.

"This ain't over motherfucker" and he turned and walked away.

I got in my car and headed in to work.


On prom night I had a great time with Pauline. I did have to share her as far as dancing went, but I also danced with some other girls. The only sore spot was that Sue Ellen was there with Bobby Holbrook and she spent the night throwing nasty glances at me and Pauline, but we ignored her.

We attended two after prom parties. There was alcohol at both parties and while I did have one beer at each it was my limit. I had no intension of getting smashed, but Pauline was in a party mood and she did make several trips to the punch bowl that had the alcoholic punch in it.

When we left the second party and I was pulling away from the curb Pauline said "I don't want to do it on a back seat."


"I said I don't want to do it on your back seat. Have you some place where we can go?"

Suddenly it hit me! She wanted to make love, just not in the car. I did have a place we could go. My mom was spending the weekend with my Aunt Ruth. Aunt Ruth had fallen and had broken a wrist and mom was going to help her.

As we undressed in my bedroom Pauline said "I told you that you wouldn't be sorry if you took me to the prom" and she was right. I wasn't sorry at all. Pauline was a little more adventurous than Sue Ellen had been. Sue Ellen didn't like oral and only wanted to do it in the missionary position. She wanted a lot, but only in the missionary.

Pauline gave me my first blowjob and had me do her doggie. The second time started out cowgirl and ended up in the missionary. She was surprised to find out that I'd never eaten pussy and she corrected that problem right away. She taught me how to do it the way she liked it and by the time the weekend was over she gave me high marks on my ability to get her off with just my mouth.

That's right. I said weekend. I did have to have her home by six in the morning on Saturday, but I had arranged to have the weekend off from work so I picked her up at noon and we spent the next ten hours in my bedroom. I had her home by eleven and then picked her up again at ten on Sunday and spent the following six hours in my room. Well yeah; it wasn't all just sex. We did stop to eat and take a shower or two, but by and large it was basically your average sex-filled weekend. At six when mom got home from Aunt Ruth's we were dressed and in the kitchen eating chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.

Paulie and I became a couple after that weekend. We lasted till the middle of our second year in college and then Paulie told me she wanted to date other guys. She wanted to keep seeing me, but didn't want us to be exclusive. I told her I was sorry but that wouldn't work for me. I wished her good luck and we parted ways.

For the rest of my sophomore year I dated some, got laid enough to keep from going nuts and concentrated on my studies.


Junior year is when my life got interesting again. The class was Production Management and halfway through the tern the instructor broke the class up into groups of four and assigned each group a project. We were told that the project would account for half the grade we received for the course. My group was made up of three guys and one girl. The girl was Kathy Winters and she was a knockout. She was the girl you would NEVER take home to meet mom and dad because dad would take a shot at her and mom would kill him.

I'd seen her around campus since my first year and she was always on the arm of some jock. I'd even been in a couple of classes with her so I knew her enough to nod a hello whenever we passed each other in the halls or out and about around campus.

In my opinion the other two guys were meatheads. Jocks taking the class as a requirement of their athletic scholarships. I knew from past experience that they were only interested in getting a grade that would allow them to stay on their team. All they were really interested in was using college sports as a springboard to the pros.

We had our first joint meeting at the library and when it was over and we were heading out Kathy asked if she could buy me a cup of coffee. Once we were seated in the cafeteria Kathy asked me what I hoped to get out of the class.

"Is it just a box that needs to be checked marked to get another three credit hours toward your degree? A class you will just settle for a passing grade on?"

"Not at all. When I start sending out resumes I want them to contain the highest GPA I can get. As far as the class itself goes I expect that what I'll learn will be useful in real life situations."

"Then you do realize to get a good grade you and I are going to have to do it all right? Chad and Spence don't give beans about the class. All they want to do is the bare minimum to get at least a C to maintain their sports eligibility. If we get a good grade, and I want an A, it means that we will have to do their parts as well as our own."

I sat there and listened to her and I agreed with her on all of it. What I was having trouble getting my head around was her seemingly low opinion of jocks when they were all I saw her with. When she stopped talking I told her I totally agreed with her and then we divided up Chad and Spence's tasks between us. That meant we would be spending more time together until we got the class out of the way.

Class was on Tuesday and Friday and after every class the group got together at the library and went over the project. As expected Chad and Spence did no more than we expected. Since Tuesday was a work day for me I sat in on the meeting just long enough to go over what I'd done and then I hurried off to work. Kathy and I would usually meet once a week, to go over things and work on the project. The meetings were businesslike and nothing but the project was discussed.

We turned the project in on time and we did get an A on it. The day the paper was returned to us with the grade on it Kathy asked me to meet her for coffee. We sat down and as I took my first sip Kathy said:

"I want to thank you for helping me get a good grade."

"No thanks necessary. It was in my best interests to get it done."

She looked at me for several seconds and then hit me with "How come you haven't ever made a pass at me? Why haven't you ever asked me out?"

That caught me by surprise and I didn't know what to say. When I didn't respond right away she said:

"It can't be because you have a girlfriend because you don't. At least not one who has ever been seen with you."

I finally got myself together enough to say "No one has seen me with one because I don't have one, but I have seen you with other guys."

"So what? There is no ring on my finger. I'm not married, engaged, or going steady."

"Maybe not, but all the guys I've seen you with are jocks. Figuring that they were the type you preferred and I'm not that type of guy I just didn't bother wasting my time."

"I date those types because they are the only ones who ask me out. I'm not dumb Rob. I know what I look like. I've had guys sniffing after me since I was twelve. There are a lot of guys I would have liked to get to know better but never got the chance to because they would look at me and say to themselves that someone like them would never have a chance with me.

"Jocks are a different breed of cat. Being good at sports apparently gives them confidence in themselves and they tend to go after what they want. Tell me this; did you ever see me with any one of them for a long period?"

"Can't say that I noticed Kathy. All I noticed was that you were always with someone and I'm not a guy who poaches on someone else's territory."

"Well I'm not dating anyone at the present time."

That was as clear an invitation as any I had ever received and I immediately asked her out.

After a month of dating we made love for the first time. After that we made love as often as we could. It helped a lot that Kathy came from a fairly well to do family and had an apartment just off campus. Our relationship reached a point (at least in my mind) where I was considering making us permanent. Nothing had been said, but I had a feeling that Kathy felt the same way.

The good times ended at summer break when Kathy went home to Ohio for the summer. She asked me to go with her so I could meet her family, but it just wasn't possible. I was NOT from a well to do family and I had to work. I was attending school on scholarships and I had to work to earn money for the extras. Things like putting gas in the car, paying for dates with Kathy and so on.

I was still working at Boysen's, but had moved from stock boy at a store to working in the main distribution warehouse. I took as many hours as I could and saved money to buy Kathy a ring. I intended to propose as soon as she came back to school at the end of August.

A week before she was due back (and after making sure it was returnable if she said no) I bought a ring. Kathy called me to let me know when her flight would get in so I could pick her up. My plan was to drop to my knee and propose as soon as I saw her, but I chickened out. I had a sudden picture in my mind or being on my knees in the airport surround by people and having Kathy say no.

Not doing it at the airport turned out to be a good move on my part because when I did ask her to marry me she did say no.

I picked her up at the airport where she gave me an extremely passionate kiss and then I drove her to her apartment. Once in the car she told me she was as horny as a billy goat and for me to plan on a long night. Luckily for me the next day was Sunday and I didn't have to work because Kathy didn't leave me with enough energy to get my butt out of bed in the morning.

We did manage to get up around eleven and went out for breakfast. When we got back to her apartment I made my move. I dropped to a knee, held up the ring and asked her to marry me. I know I had a big smile on my face when I did it, but the smile quickly disappeared when she said:

"This is just so sweet of you Rob and I'm touched that you think so much of me, but I'm afraid I have to say no."

Talk about suddenly having an ice cold bucket of water dumped on your head. As I slowly got back to my feet I muttered:

"At least the ring is returnable."

I turned and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"


"No! Get your ass back here Robert!"

I turned to face her and said "Why? There isn't anything here for me anymore. I thought we had something going. I thought we were more than just a college shack job that would end when we graduated. Sorry Kat, but I need more than that" and I turned and walked out of her apartment.

I was bummed and it showed. I hadn't been home five minutes when my mom asked me what was wrong.

"I asked Kathy to marry me and she turned me down."

"She tell you why?"

"I didn't stick around to find out. Besides, it wouldn't matter. I'm one of the few guys that accept that no means no."

"She might have had a good reason."

"Good for her maybe, but not for me. Excuse me; I'm going up to my room to sulk."

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