PART II


All the next day, and the next, I couldn’t get Bobbi out of my mind. That beauty had grabbed me hard, right by the heart strings and she wasn’t letting go. After we showered, Saturday evening, we sat around talking and joking with our friends. We snacked and drank some more; me beer, Bobbi a Coke, and about 11 that night, they all piled into Paul’s car and he drove them back to Pam’s house. We kissed a warm kiss good bye and she smiled up at me, bit her lower lip nervously, then turned and walked to the car. We waved as they turned the corner out of sight.

I had so many unanswered questions. Did the beer consumption have anything to do with her giving up her virginity to me that afternoon? Did I really take advantage of her in a drunken state? If I did, could she ever forgive me? I don’t know why that was important to me, but I was. It was REALLY important. I guess I liked her and I would hate to think that I started out, what could be a wonderful relationship with this beautiful girl with her thinking I took advantage of her in an uncontrolled moment of intoxicated passion. I had to find out how she felt about things that transpired on Saturday, so on Monday evening, I asked Paul if he would mind if I called Pam to ask for Bobbi’s telephone number.

“Has she got her claws into you, Ol’ Buddy? I mean, I can’t blame you. Heck, if I wasn’t I love with Pam; I’d be beating a path to her door. But, after Saturday afternoon, I don’t think I’d stand much of a chance,” he said.

“Well, that’s what I want to talk to her about. I think I could really like this girl, but I would hate to think that I blew it by getting her drunk and sleeping with her on the first date. Date, hell! The first time I ever laid eyes on her.”

“Ben, think about this now. You know you have your pick of any available girl on campus and a few spoken for, too. With any encouragement on your part and we could have a fourth roommate living here. Are you sure you want to get mixed up with a high school chick?”

“I don’t know, but I feel like I need to set some things straight between us, that’s all.”

“Okay, Buddy, go ahead and give Pam a call,” he said, pulling out his cell phone.

I called Pam using Paul’s speed dial and when she answered with, “Hi, you hunk of Cock, how can I suck you?” I hesitantly said, “Pam its Ben Morgan.”

There was silence on the other end, and then she sheepishly said, “Hi Ben. Why are you using Paul’s phone to call me?”

“Speed dial,” I explained, “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t hear a thing, promise.”

“O shit, Ben,” she said, “I guess I need to be more careful answering the phone, huh?”

“I didn’t hear a thing,” I repeated. “The reason for this awkward moment is I was wondering if you might have Bobbi’s telephone number. I would like to call her.”

“O Ben, I do have it, but, gee, I don’t think you should call her at her house.” My heart sank as these words came over the phone. “You see, her parents are really, really strict and I just have a feeling that they would not appreciate knowing that Bobbi was seeing a college aged guy.”

“O, I see,” I said slowly. “Well you know her, Pam. Number one, would she be interested in hearing from me again? And, number two, how do I go about making that contact?”

“The answer to the first part is “Yes, definitely, Yes”. She hasn’t talked about anything else since we left, Saturday night. And the answer to the second is, I don’t know, email? I don’t know how they monitor her emails.”

“Wow, this is not going to be easy, is it? I hate sneaking around, doing things behind her parents back. Why can’t I just go to her house, introduce myself and ask their permission to see their daughter?”

She hesitated a second, then said, “That would be one way the handle it, very noble but a little over the top. Why don’t you send her an email first and then save the chivalry part for later on?”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I think.”

“Okay, what’s the address?” I asked, writing it down. “Thanks a lot Pam. I really appreciate it. Want to talk to the Stud?”

“Ben?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself,” I said with a chuckle.

I put a lot of thought into my email to Bobby. It had to be somewhat cryptic, in case it was screened by her parents, but it had to convey some message of interest also. After several attempts, I finally settled on the following:

“Dear Bobbi, It was a pleasure meeting you this past weekend. I would enjoy meeting with you again if it would be pleasing to you also. If you could respond to this invitation, I would be most grateful.
Sincerely, Ben.”

I sent it out late Monday night. I received an answer in five minutes. It read:

“Dear Ben, I guess Pam told you about my parents. Yes they are strict, but as of yet, they don’t read my emails. I would love to get together with you again, real soon. Maybe this weekend would work out. Where and when is the problem? I’ll talk with Pam and see if she heading your way. Until then, you can talk to me through this address anytime. Love, Bobbi.”

My heart stood still. I got her address and her invitation to talk anytime. She said she would “love” to see me again. And she signed it “Love, Bobbi.” Slow down, Hoss, maybe that’s just the way she signs things. Anyway, I’ve made contact and we’ll see how it goes from here.

During the week, we were, more or less, in constant contact via email. We talked about school, past boy friend and girl friends, our individual goals and philosophy in life and, yes, I even broached the subject of last Saturday and whether alcohol played any role in her giving me her virginity. She admitted that it did. She probably wouldn’t have given in so easily accept for the beer buzz she was feeling. But, she wasn’t drunk. She knew exactly what she was doing and said she wanted it and enjoyed it, especially with me.