. Title: The Westins Author: Classic She and Teg-rit Rating: Adult Pairing: Doug Westin/Elizabeth Bartlet Spoilers:Season 5 general Legalities: They aren't mine, they just tell me things and I scribble it down.
Author's Note: This is an AU explanation of how Doug & Liz got together.
Memorial Day, May 26, 1986 University of New Hampshire
Doug Westin's been playing pickup basketball with his pals since they got up. There were no classes today, but Doug had come on campus to pick up his syllabi. Professor Bartlet's summer seminar is going to be a lot of work, but he seemed interesting and he was helpful with Doug's bid for a Rhodes Scholarship. Tony had reminded them that the summer students were moved in so they quit their game and went to find spots near the girls' dorm to girl watch. Doug, Tony and the rest of the guys hung around the doors, trying to find pretty ones to invite to lunch.
Elizabeth Bartlet emerges from Scott Hall and looks about her. Finally! Away from her family for the summer. Well, as far away as her parents would let her be. Of course, the only reason they let her attend this summer was due to the fact that Dr. Josiah Bartlet, (D-NH) was teaching a graduate seminar in Economics during the Congressional Summer Break. As he could keep an eye on his precocious teenager, they decided to let Liz attend the French Immersion Program hosted at the University. As long as she lived in the all-female dorm Abbey picked out. And if she checked in with her father on a daily basis. They were still negotiating whether or not she could stay over on weekends.
Doug perks up as he sees a tall leggy brunette exit Scott Hall. The other guys had mostly found girls for lunch but this one was his type. Striding up to her, he leans against the wall, grinning at her. "Hi!"
*Oh, God!* Liz sees a tall, athletic hunk approaching her. She hasn't even walked down the steps from her dorm, and she's already seeing boys! Not boys, college men! She glances around to see who he might be approaching, and almost dies when he leans against the wall. She notices dark green eyes, long curly hair, and a grin that reminds her of the Cheshire Cat. She can't believe he is interested in her. He says "Hi" and grins even wider. Oh my God, he has perfect white teeth..
"Hi." She says, not quite sure where to look. Not able to look him in the eye, she looks at his mouth, then moves her eyes down his body to the ground. A safe place to be looking. She can't wait to call Mal and tell her that some cute guy said hi to her.
Doug grins wider as she checks him out. She's even prettier up close. "I'm Doug. You headed to the Commons? Want to join me for lunch." He can't wait to show off this one to Tony. The blonde Tony took to the cafe wasn't nearly this pretty.
Liz grins, "Um, I'd like that." Thank God he asked her, she didn't have a clue as to what the Commons was or where it was. Apparently that was where the cafeteria was. Mal was going to just die when she tells her she had lunch with a guy!
Doug nods, pushing off the wall and running a hand through his hair. "Let's go then." He's got sweat everywhere and he pauses to use his shirt to wipe off his face. "Sorry, we were playing basketball." He shoves his shirt down walking towards the Commons. "So you're here for the summer?"
Oh My God! He pulled up his shirt and she saw his abs! Talk about a six pack. She slid a covert look down to his shorts, she couldn't help but notice he was well built in other areas. Doug, she had to remember that.
"I'm here for the French Immersion Program. Yourself?" Oh God, they were actually having a conversation. She had to remember everything, to tell Mal. Too bad Mr. McGarry wouldn't let her attend the program.
He tried to suppress a chuckle. This one wouldn't stop checking him out. She'd be a fun weekend. He'd have to convince her to attend the Memorial party tonight. "I'm taking a few classes." He opens the door for her and places his hand lightly on her back. "This way." He guides her. "So Miss French Immersion, do you have a name?"
Oh my God, he touched me. She jumped a little at his unexpected touch and looked up at his eyes as he held open the door. College guys are so sophisticated! No boy at East Catholic High would every have done that for her. She grins at him and lets him guide her through the door. She is totally oblivious to his question.
She's smiling at me, Doug thinks. This is going very well. It could even be a summer thing to keep him occupied when Dr. Bartlet's class isn't. He guides her towards the doors of the cafeteria. "Your name?" He asks her again, grinning at her.
She is lost in his smile, he's so different from her High School heartthrobs. And he's actually talking to her. None of the guys at East every actually talked to her, they just sort of stared at each other and passed messages through their mutual friends. Her name? Oh shit, he asked her a question. "E-liz-a-beth." She draws out her name, saying each syllable distinctly. No one at home calls her by her full name, just Liz or Lizzard. Saying her entire name makes her sound sophisticated, grown up.
He nods. "Elizabeth, it's nice to meet you. I was afraid you only spoke French" He picks up two trays, handing her one and grinning at her again. "So where are you from?" He picks out a salad as they pass down the food line.
"oui. Je prÜ°re l'anglais cependant." She worries a bit, she only has a dollar on her. She picks out the 95 cent salad and wonders if she can get some water.
He tries to puzzle out what she said. "I understood yes in that statement." He frowns at her tray, picking up two sandwiches, one for her, one for him. He grabs two cans of soda and puts them on the trays. "Want to translate? I'll expound on finances if you want." He gives her another grin.
She frowns a bit as he places food on her tray. Is he going to buy her lunch? Oh my God, no guy has ever done that for her. Well, just her Dad and he doesn't count. She raises her eyes in delight as she realizes this is a date! Well, not a call ahead and get dressed up date, but a guy and a gal having lunch and he's paying for it date. God! College is grand.
She gives him a dazzling smile, "I said I prefer English." Using her hands to place quote marks around her translation. "Finances? Is that your major?" She can't believe she is actually talking to a college guy about these things.
He smiles as her eyes dance. "Your eyes are beautiful. Such an beautiful blue " He nods, picking up her tray along with his and carrying them to the checkout. "Economic and finances." He pauses. "It's not as boring as it sounds."
She blushes deeply at his comment regarding her eyes. She watches as he effortlessly carries two trays in one hand. "Economics is horrendously boring." This she knows for a fact. She checks out his highly toned legs and butt as she follows him to the checkout.
He laughs. "Economics is fascinating. All the interconnected circles." He pays the cashier, gesturing for both trays, and leads her towards the table with his friends. "Just think of all the people that go into making your lunch." He sets her tray down and pulls a chair out for her and sits himself.
She sits next to him, and looks around the table, A table full of jocks! And gorgeous women. She feels a bit out of place and nods at them, then turns her eyes to her tray, trying to figure out which sandwich is hers.
He takes a sandwich and a soda off her tray. "So where are you from?" He asks her, then glances down the table. "Guys, this is Elizabeth. Elizabeth, that's Tony, Phil, and Steve." The guys nod to her, mostly engrossed in their own women.
She looks over at him opening the plastic wrap on his sandwich and does the same to hers. "I live in the country, on a farm near here."
He nods, taking a bite of his sandwich. "I'm from outside Manchester." He says swallowing. "Tony, quit telling her that, I kicked your ass." He turns back to Liz. "So a farm?"
She watches his camaraderie with his friends, a bit shocked by his language. She takes a nibble from her sandwich, and looks up to find him staring at her. His eyes are so green, she could lose herself in them. She wipes her mouth with her napkin, "Yes, its been in my family forever."
He nods, watching her eat. "Our place is like that too." He leans in, trying to keep from getting too close, he's a tad stinky. "There's a party tonight at my place, do you want to come?" He leans back, turning as Tony starts to say something. A glare from Doug silences him.
She loves the way he leans into her, like he's confiding with her. And yet, he seems to be holding back a bit. He's just so large, so male. She bites her lip a bit as she thinks about his invitation. A party, she's heard stories about that at school, when her classmates discussed what they've heard from older brothers and sisters.
She's about to say no when she sees how Doug silenced his friend with just a glance. She's seen her Dad do that to many a person. Doug must be the alpha male of his group. She decides to attend, it would be so cool to say she's actually been at a college party; she never really could say anything in those conversations with her friends, as she had no elder siblings. She grins at him, as the term her friends used comes to mind, "Is it a kegger?"
He nods, grinning. "It's a kegger. We're going to enjoy our Memorial Day before classes start tomorrow." His knee bumps hers. "I'll pick you up at 7." He takes a big bite of his salad, his last comment a statement rather than a question.
She shivers a bit as his knee touches hers. She doesn't even notice that he took her question as acceptance of his invitation. She bumps her knee back on his, a quiet acknowledgement of his statement. She can't really eat, her stomach has butterflies, but she nibbles on her sandwich again, her salad untouched.
A kegger, she thinks that means there will be beer there. She can't tell Mal that as she knows how Mal feels about alcohol. She can't wait to call and tell her about the party and to discuss what she should wear. She turns back to Doug and asks, "Where is your place?"
He takes a sip of his drink. She bumped his knee back. "I live off campus with Tony. We live in the Sigma Tau house." Tony cheers at the mention of their fraternity. "Hush up. You're an idiot." He tells Tony, turning back to focus on Elizabeth. "I can come get you. I've got a car."
Oh my God, a Car! None of her friends had cars yet though most of them had passed their driver's tests. She herself still had her learner's permit, she hadn't taken the road test yet. Mom and Dad were too busy to take her practice driving, she didn't have enough hours logged to take the test. Dad thought she could drive them home on weekends to get her hours in as it was almost a one hour drive one way to the farm.
She was so busy thinking of the car, she entirely missed the frat house reference. "What kind of car?" she asked as she sipped her drink, keeping her eyes locked on his face.
He lets his knee rest against hers and slowly sips his drink. "I've got a Jag convertible." He raises an eyebrow, waiting for her response.
Her eyes bug out and she turns to him, pushing his knees aside, "Really?" Wait till Mal hears this!
He scoots forward, putting his knee between her legs. "Yep. It's a Jaguar XJS. Cherry red." He grins at her.
She leans forward, unconsciously giving him an eyeful down her tank top as she squeezes his knee with her thighs. "Wow, we can we ride with the top down?" She smiles at him, eager to hear his answer. She's never been in a convertible.
He glances down her tank top quickly, that's a very nice view. "If you want to, we could go right now." He's oblivious to his friend making jokes behind him.
She squeezes his knee again and gently touches his arm, "Really? I'd love to." Her entire being is focused on him, she is unaware of the attention their tete-e-tete has garnered.
He feels her knees squeeze his. This is definitely the one for the summer. "Let's go." He carefully extracts his knee and picks up both of their trays, carrying them to the trash and then leading her out the door. He glances quickly over his shoulder to grin at Tony before they're out the door. Tony shoots him an obscene gesture and Doug nods, shooting him a thumbs up in reply. Doug laughs as he leads her outside into the sunlight and to his car.
Memorial Day, May 26, 1986 Doug's Fraternity House
Doug watches Lizzie. She looks as pretty tonight as she did at lunch. He pumps her another beer, showing her just how to tilt the cup to keep from getting too much foam. "You have to watch out or it'll be all head." He finishes getting her beer and hands it to her, taking his back from her. He wraps his arm around her waist possessively as they walk around the backyard of his fraternity house. He keeps introducing her to people. He reaches Tony, handing Lizzie his beer, and bumps chests with him. "Hey. Did you meet Lizzie?"
Liz smiles at Tony. Today has been the most fabulous day of her life. She met Doug, had lunch, he drove her around in his Jag, the top down, tunes up and then dropped her off at the dorm. She ran up the stairs to call Mal, her very bestest friend from the time they were tots, but Ora May said she was out for the day. She called her Dad for her daily check-in, he went home for the day, and stated that she was going to a party with the new friends she had made in her dorm. She stretched the truth a bit, Doug was her new friend, and she technically hadn't met him in the dorm, rather on the steps of the dorm, but still, Dad seemed happy that she was making new friends. She didn't feel the need to explain her new friend was male. Very male. She agonized over what to wear, settling for a sundress and then hurried outside to wait for him. She was almost in tears, about to give up, as she checked her watch for the millionth time, 7:30 when the Cherry Red Jag pulled up, music blaring, and she ran down the stairs to get in.
She sips her beer, and frowns a bit at the taste. But everyone around them seems to swilling it. She takes a bigger sip and suddenly realizes that Tony was saying "Hey, Gorgeous, what do you see in this jerk? How's about we go for a spin?"
She smiles weakly, unsure what to say or do. She glances at Doug, willing him to help her out.
He takes his beer back from Lizzie. "Tony, back off. Go find yourself another girl." Doug laughs loudly. He's had a bit of beer and he's full of male bravado. He puts his other arm back around Lizzie. "She's mine." He pulls her a little closer, possessively. He takes a big swig of his beer. Lizzie can get a ride home tonight or he'll walk her, he's already had more than enough to not get behind the wheel. He pulls her away from Tony and into the living room, where the stereo was blasting Phish's You Enjoy Myself.
Liz just about dies when Doug states she's his. Never in a million years did she ever expect to here that from a guy. Sure, she had dates in High School, but after her father interrogated them about their intentions towards his daughter, none of them dared so much as touch her. And here Doug, this college guy, called her his! She couldn't believe it. And he had his arm wrapped around her waist. She takes another sip of beer, and smiles. This was all so cool! She moves a little closer to Doug, swaying in time to the music.
He grins at his fraternity brothers and their girls. He knew Lizzie was a pretty girl, he wouldn't be listening to any ribbing in chapter about bringing a fugly girl. He'd save that for Tony. What was he thinking? That girl was at most a high school senior. He takes another sip of beer, listening to the music. He leans into her ear, hoping she'd like his cologne. "I saw them in concert in April. At Burlington."
She turns to face him, suddenly closer to him than she had ever been. "Phish? Oh my God, you saw them in concert?" She had never been to a concert, her parents wouldn't let her go. She looks in amazement at her date, college was so much better than High School. Two more years and she too would be able to do what she felt like, when she felt like it. She dazzles him with her smile, maybe he would take her to a concert. She looks up at him, he was so cool.
He nods. "We go over to Burlington every couple of months when we hear they are going to be playing. They do a good show." He puts his arms around her, matching her rhythm and lightly pressing his body against her. "There are some pretty good bands around here. We can go sometime." He checks her beer, it's still about half full and finishes his own. She was giving him that smile that made his heart skip a beat.
She notices him glancing at her beer. She doesn't want to be a slacker, so she finishes it quickly. She puts the cup down and moves with him, slowly to the music. She has never been this close to a guy, in his arms. She moves closer to him, to see what it feels like to have his whole body against hers. He's as hard as a rock and smells very good. She wonders if she dares to place her head on his shoulder, it just seems the natural thing to do. She decides to try it, after all today is all about trying new experiences.
She's put her head on his shoulder, it's got to be a good sign. He pulls her even closer to him, she's close enough now to feel his erection. He can't help it though. He's got by far the prettiest girl in the room. A couple of the younger guys decide to take that moment to start fighting. Typical. He pulls her towards the edge of the room, towards the staircase to upstairs. "I've got bottles in my room. Wanna get out of all of this?" He waits, hoping she'll take the hint.
She is a bit scared by the sudden yelling and swearing, and when she sees fists flying she moves closer to Doug. She hears him ask if she wants to get away from the fighting and she nods her head. Suddenly he grasps her hand and pulls her up the stairs. She feels a bit light headed at the quick movement, but she wants to get away from the noise. Maybe college isn't all it seems to be.
He opens the door to his room, pulling her inside. Once the door is shut, it's a little quieter, two floors and the other end of the house ensures that. "Sorry about that. We can get a little crazy." He releases her hand, going to the small fridge and pulling out two Pabst Blue Ribbons. He opens them both, handing her one and sipping the other. He crosses to the couch, sitting and patting the spot next to him. "Want to sit?"
She looks around the room with curiosity. A single bed, a couch, a desk, a fridge, a TV, a computer. A huge stereo. She had seen movies where dorm rooms where cluttered messes, but this was neat as a pin. She nods and sits next to him. And takes the pro-offered beer and sips a bit. Funny, the first beer tasted awful, but this one seemed to be especially good. Maybe because it was ice cold. She looked at the label and smiled, she had heard about these. She pulled the tab around the neck of the bottle and it come off clean, the PBR seal was perfect.
He drapes his arm around her, sipping his beer. "This is better, isn't it. Would you like some music?" He notices she's drinking this beer without the look on her face she had earlier. He grins when the seal comes off whole. "Are you having a good time?" His hand traces patterns on her bare upper arm.
She watches his hand trace figure eights on her arm, fascinated by the movement, the feelings it creates in her body. "Music would be great. And I love this, this is so fun." She felt a bit of disappointment as he rose to fiddle with stereo, and raises her bottle to take another sip of beer. The bottle felt so cold, she stuck out her tongue to lick the rim of the bottle, like an ice cream cone, to enjoy the coolness. She's feeling rather hot.
He digs through his tapes. Girly music, hmmm, Pet Shop Boys, Phish, Lionel Ritchie, Berlin. That's it. He puts the cassette into the slot and Take My Breath Away fills the room. He crosses back to Lizzie, pausing when he sees what she's doing. If she'll do that to a bottle, he can only imagine that elsewhere. He takes a large swallow of his beer, sitting back next to her, a little closer this time, putting his arm back around her and resuming the patters up and down her arm. "This good?"
"Hm, wonderful." She leans back onto his arm, and closes her eyes, she feels like she's floating on air as she listens to her favorite song., thinking Mal will just die when she tells her this. She opens her eyes and looks around the room, to memorize it so she can tell Mal all. She looks about, its so much larger than her room, and notices there isn't a bunk bed, only one bed. "Do you have a roommate?"
He grins as she gets closer to him. Tonight's going well. He laughs a little when she asks about the roommate. "I'm by myself. I'm an officer, treasurer actually, so they gave me the room for doing all the money junk. For putting up with my brothers mostly. That way I can haul them in here and make them pay their dues without having to kick out my roommate." He finishes his beer, leaning forward to put it on the floor, and turns her face towards him with his now empty hand. "I'm glad you're having a nice time." His face is very close to hers. He pauses, debating kissing her.
She likes how he cups her chin, so close to her. She stares into his eyes, the green so dark, and nods imperceptibly. A nice time? The time of her life. All he would need to do would be to kiss her and it would be the absolute most perfect day every. She smiles a bit, she's sixteen and never been kissed.
He swallows, he's suddenly slightly nervous. Get a hold of yourself Doug! He tells himself as he closes the gap, kissing her carefully, expecting her to pull back. When she doesn't, he kisses her harder, his tongue skimming her lips.
She can't believe he's kissing her. She is mezmorized by the sensation, it isn't at all what she had imagined. He was tentative, just barely brushing her lips, yet she felt herself burning. Then she feels his tongue against her lips and she opens her mouth in surprise.
He slides his tongue into her mouth, playing with her tongue. She's not doing too much, so he takes charge, his tongue tracing her teeth. His hand moves from her chin to her thigh, taking the bottle from her and placing it on the floor, finally resting it carefully there waiting for a signal from her. He doesn't want to rush things with her but that bottle shouldn't be the only thing to get licked.
She likes what he is doing, but isn't sure how to respond. She feels him tug at the bottle and lets it go, she feels him reaching down to place it on the floor. She decides to mimic his actions, and raises her hand to stroke his cheek. She is surprised at how he moans into her throat at her touch. Encouraged she raises her hand to do what she has wanted to since she met him, she puts her right hand in his long, curly hair and runs her fingers through it.
He massages her thigh carefully. Her fingers are playing in his hair and he sides the arm around her to her back, tracing shapes on her back through the soft cotton sundress. He wants desperately to bring her over to his bed. He guides his hand from up her thigh and runs it up and down her side, "accidentally" brushing his knuckles across her breast.
She gasps as she feels his hands running everywhere on her body. She feels as though she is burning up and her insides feel like she will melt. She pulls his hair and kisses him harder, running her tongue over his. She likes the sensations he is causing and wants to let him know she wants more, but she isn't sure how to articulate it, especially as she isn't really sure what more is.
He grins against her. She's ready to go. He lets his hand stop on her breast, rubbing her nipple through two layers of fabric. He breaks from her lips and kisses down her throat. When he reaches her collarbone, he sucks lightly at the hollow. "We should get more comfortable." He murmurs against her as he pulls his hand from her back to her waist, rubbing small circles there.
She gasps when he touches her breast, she can feel her nipple harden. Too many sensations are assailing her, it seems as though he is touching her everywhere. She runs her hands down his back, then up, under his polo shirt. She just wants to feel him, to touch his skin, to feel his muscles. She nods when he suggests they get more comfortable. She feels awkward, twisted about on the sofa, trying to meld with him.
He pulls her up, not breaking contact with her as he walks backwards towards his bed. She's got her hands under his shirt, that's another good sign. He sits on the bed, pulling her against him as he lays back, resuming his sucking along her collarbone as he fiddles with the zipper on the back of her dress. Damn women's clothing.
She lies down on top of him, yet another new sensation. He feels all hard and she can feel his erection. God, an erection! She had gotten the facts of life from her mother, when she turned twelve, but Mom never told her how good it felt. In the back of her mind, she knew she should stop, but it just felt so damned good. She moaned when she felt him nip her collarbone. She wanted more, she would stop him later.
He keeps fiddling with her zipper, finally getting it down and touching her bare skin. She keeps wiggling on top of him. The sensation's about to kill him. He breaks off his kisses to roll them onto their sides, pulling at his shirt and almost strangling himself before remembering to unbutton the buttons and throwing it in the direction of the couch. He keeps checking her eyes, making sure she doesn't want to stop, he prays she won't make him stop, but he's being careful. He explores the skin the unzipped sundress has laid bare with his hands.
She feels him roll her to her side, and watches as he takes off his shirt. She is memorized by his bare chest, she's seen shirtless guys, but never this close. She runs her hand over his chest, and tentatively touches his nipple, and smiles as it tightens under her touch. She feel his hand on her back and enjoys the sensation. She feels hot and tingly, her bare skin feels cool. She suddenly wants to feel that coolness all over and reaches to try and pull her dress off.
He helps her with her dress, letting it drop near the bed. Suddenly he realizes he's still got pants on and goes to fiddle with his belt, his fingers barely working in excitement as he attempts to one hand the belt. His other hand cups her breast as he kisses her deeply again.
She gasps as he touches her breast with his bare hand, she feels a knot tightening within her. She knows she shouldn't be doing this, that's its wrong, but she feels so lightheaded, her body feels heavy and every time he strokes her, she feels like she'll explode. This is nothing at all like what her mother described. She opens her mouth to his kiss, stroking his back as she waits and wonders what will come next.
He finally gets his belt open and undoes his pants kicking out of them, each kick grinding against her hip. He reaches behind her with both hands, undoing her bra and letting it join the pile of clothing. He kisses her deeply, breaking off and kissing his way down her body to suck on the neglected nipple. He presses her to him, wanting to keep full contact between his body and hers.
She moans as he grinds against her, she tries to match his rhythm, to keep the sensations coming. She wonders why it is so hard for him to get his clothes off, and she wants to see him, all of him. She has never seen a man naked before, she and Mallory had giggled over photos they found in her mother's medical books, but never in the flesh. And she was curious to what was poking her abdomen. She pushed him back.
Doug grins, tugging on her nipple with his teeth. He can feel how wet she is. He slides a finger into her panties carefully, pushing them down as he explores her curls. His mouth travels back up her body, ending at her mouth so he can watch her eyes and her expression as he presses in her.
She feel his hands on her, down there, and moans. His lips lick at her, then kiss her deeply. She tries to lift her hips to his hands, and he stops. She is confused as she feels him lift off of her and she looks down. She gasps when she sees how large he is, that certainly wasn't what was in her mother's books. She watches in fascination as he tries to ease her panties off of her.
He pauses. They're going to need a condom. He reaches into his bedside drawer fumbling for one as he uses his other hand to push his briefs completely off. He rips open the wrapper and slides it on, using his damp fingers. His fingers return to her, lightly pressing her clit as he slides one finger into her.
She gasps as she feels his finger enter her, she's touched herself down there, more out of curiosity than anything, but she has never felt what she is feeling now. He seems to know what he is doing, and she instinctively moves to accept his finger. She moans and spreads her legs apart, to give him better access to whatever it is he is touching
He feels her spread her legs and adds a second finger. She's very tight and he doesn't want to hurt her. His thumb draws circles on her clit as his tongue circles her nipple. He glances up to see her expression. He's always been fascinated by the faces women make with him and Lizzie's no different. He lets his other hand trace along her body, twisting into her hair as he moves up to kiss her deeply again.
She wants him. She wants him to keep doing what he is doing, but she wants more. Sex is so much better than anything she and her friends had gossiped about, better than the novels she had read, than what her Mother had told her. It was this man, touching her, almost worshipping her body. It was this feeling within her, building and building, tighter and tighter. She knew she should stop him, but she wanted it all. She wanted it now. She shifted under him, and he stopped kissing her to look in her eyes. She looked back and him and whispered, "Please."
Doug nods to her. He positions himself over her and slides carefully into her. He pauses waiting for her to get use to his size before pressing into her. He watches her face as he presses, meeting a slight resistance. She was a virgin! he thinks to himself. He pulls back slowly before pressing further into her. He starts to ride her slowly, his hands teasing her nipple and still tangled in her hair.
She feels him hover over her, and she spreads her legs further as he lowers himself onto her. She feels him push against her, very hard, very hot. She watches his face as he pushes into her, she gasps at the searing pain. She feels him withdraw, and she moans as he moves back within her. She feels his hands on her, and the pain recedes as she feels him slowly move within her. She sees the concern on his face, and she smiles a bit as she runs her hands down his arms, then up his chest. She slowly matches his rhythm, a dull throbbing slowly fades away with each thrust.
He slowly speeds up, finding his own pace as he thrusts into her. She's very tight around him but he wants her to reach her climax before he does since she's a virgin. He leans forward catching her bottom lip into his mouth as he thrusts harder into her. He moans her name softly against her, releasing her bottom lip and recatching it.
She lost herself in the pleasure she was feeling, his movements within her, being held so closely in his arms, their sweating bodies, she could feel the pressure within her growing, her mind was overwhelmed by the sensations coming from all over her body. She hears him saying her name, over and over as he catches her lips. She feels as though she is going to explode, and starts to murmur his name each time he thrusts. She is ready for whatever it is, and reaches to clench has buttocks, trying to pull him deeper within her.
He presses himself hard against her as he feels her tighten around him. The sensation sends him over the edge himself and he thrusts very hard against her mumbling an "Oh God" along with her name. He pumps a few more times, watching her face as he comes down from the high. He knows he'll have nail marks on his ass in the morning and smiles, kissing her lightly as he grins.
She felt him ram her as he called out to God, and as he did she found herself letting go, an emotion she had never felt, with such an intensity that she too found herself crying out . She felt him go limp onto of her, and she felt oddly comforted by his weight.
He keeps kissing her softly, judging her afterglow. He grins at her. "Wow." He tells her very softly. He slowly slides out of her, getting up to dispose of the condom. He returns to the bed, clicking all but the bedside lamp off as he returns and slides down the bedding along her. He glances at her to see if she gets the message he wants her under the covers with him as he pulls on his briefs.
She grins at him, "Wow is right." She lets him tuck her in to bed and watches as he puts his briefs back on, wondering why he is. He slides in next to her and she cuddles against him, kissing his throat.
He likes the feel of her warm body pressed against her. He wraps his legs around hers trapping her next to him. He lets his fingers lightly explore her body, trailing from her very sensitive clit to her nipples and along her back. He closes his eyes as he reaches for the last light, the one on his nightstand. "Stay the night Lizzie." He mumbles to her.
She nods, still floating. She enjoys the feeling of his hands on her body, and wonders why she doesn't feel the urgency she felt before. "Is it always like that?"
He's comfortable holding her in his arms and now that it's dark, she can't see him if he blushes. He's honest with her. "Or better." He murmurs in her eat, kissing her throat.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?" She murmurs, more to herself than him. If it feels like that, why don't people spend their lives in bed? She sighs and snuggles a bit closer to him, as she drifts off to sleep in his arms.
"Because they didn't want you to know." He whispers to her, stroking her hair lightly as he adjusts the blankets around them. He lays there in the dark for a bit, holding her close as his own brain shuts down and he finally falls asleep.
Tuesday, May 27, 1986 Doug's Fraternity House
Doug's natural alarm clock has him up at 6. He slides slowly out of bed, glancing at the girl in his arms. She looks so young he thinks, then quickly shakes off the thought. He wraps a towel around himself and heads to the shower. He pauses to bang on Tony's door just to annoy him. He takes a quick shower and reenters his room. He picks up Lizzie's clothes and puts them on the couch then sits on the bed next to her, moving a lock of hair out of her face. "Lizzie?"
Liz is sound asleep, when she hears a voice calling her name. She smiles at the masculine voice in her dream and turns a bit, snuggling against the warm body she encounters.
He strokes her face lightly, trying not to drip on her too much. "Lizzie. You need to get up." He glances down at her body smiling as the sheet slides down when she turns.
She smiles at the touch on her face, a wonderful dream. She stretches and frowns as she feels unfamiliar soreness in her nether regions. She slowly opens her eyes, and gasps. The guy she was dreaming about is sitting next to her. What's his name? Doug. And then she remembers.
He smiles at her. "Good morning." His hand lingers on her jaw. She's really pretty in the low light coming through the blinds.
She instinctively turns to nuzzle his hand, giving him a light kiss. She turns to look at him, his face framed by the light behind him. "Morning."
He grins when she kisses his hand and leans in to kiss her lightly. "Did you sleep well?" He stays bent forward to stay near her.
"Hmmm, yesssss." She responds in a low sleepy voice. She turns to lie on her back, and slowly lifts her arms to stretch again, unaware that she has just lost all the sheets with her movement.
He smiles, watching the water from his hair drip onto her. He lets his hand slide down from her jaw to her breast, letting it rest there. "I did too. Nice to have someone warm with me."
She smiles up at him. She likes the way the water feels as it drips on her, and his hand upon her. "I've never slept with anyone."
He nods. He knew. "Well you should do it more often." He pauses. "With me." He squeezes her lightly.
She moans as he squeezes her, she can't believe he wants her.
He grins, leaning in to kiss her. He licks the water droplets off her shoulder. He lets his hand roam lightly over her body.
She knows she should be leaving, that this was all wrong. The touch of his hand suddenly ignites the feelings she had the night before. His tongue on her shoulder cause her to shudder, and she instinctively raises her hands to his head, to run her fingers through his hair. "You said it could be better."
His voice is low and husky. "It can be. Much." His towel is sliding open but he doesn't care. His tongue slides lower, sucking imaginary droplets off her body.
She moans as he explores her body, "I really should get going."
He looks up from her chest, looking into her eyes. "We have some time. I'll take you to your dorm." He drops his head and sucks on her breast, nipping her lightly. He lets his hand slide even lower, stroking her.
She gasps as he touches her, she really is sore.
He notices her gasp and withdrawals his fingers. "Sorry." He mumbles against the mouthful of flesh he's sucking on.
"Hiss okay" She runs her fingers through his hair, which has stopped dripping, as she delights in what he is doing. He certainly seems to know what to do. She is hesitant to ask, but she is curious, "Was I... okay?"
He lets his finger slide back in. "Very good." He kisses his way back up her neck, his towel sliding off and to the floor.
It doesn't seem to hurt as much, now that he is doing whatever it is he is doing. She is a bit doubtful about his last statement, he must just be saying that to be nice. Surely he has been with other girls, he had to have been. She feels his lips upon hers and opens her mouth to his probing tongue.
He shifts lying next to her. She's a little more receptive to his tongue today so he takes the opportunity to press up against her. She's warm and he's a little chilly where the water has been drying on his skin.
Suddenly his body is close to hers, it feels so cool compared to the heat rising in hers. She shivers a bit, at his touch, at her memory of what this had all lead to yesterday. She can feel that he is ready to repeat last nights performance, and decides to let him. She wants to see if it can indeed be better.
He notices her shiver. "Cold?" He pulls the sheet over them as he grabs a condom the nightstand and slides it on one-handed. He presses his fingers deeper into her, stroking her. "You're beautifully Lizzie." He mumbles to her.
She watches his actions, he certainly seems practiced in the art of love. She suddenly realizes what he is doing and a moment of panic hits her - this is how people get pregnant. She blurts out, "Is that a condom?" And immediately feels like an idiot.
He's had girls panic before. He nods. "It's a condom. So we're safe." He kisses her again running his fingers in her hair.
"Did you, last night?" She feels like even more of an idiot. Are girls supposed to check for things like that?
He nods. She was more out of it than he judged her to be. "Always." He strokes her lightly, trying to distract her. "We're safe."
She frowns a bit, her mother had lectured her about abstinence being the only reliable means of birth control.
He kisses her again. "We'll be fine." He presses into her a little harder.
He guides her hand down. "Follow me." He wraps her hand around him covering her hand with his and strokes slowly. "That feels so good Lizzie." He hisses.
She is surprised by his action, but she is eager to learn what he is showing her. She does what he shows her, it doesn't do much for her, but certainly he seems to be enjoying it as she watches his face.
He moans, speeding her up a little. "Lizzie...." He mumbles, pressing in her trying to make her enjoy the experience. His eyes are shut as he enjoys what she's learning.
She opens a bit to his pressure, and watches with fascination at his facial expressions as she experiments with his cock.
He shudders as she touches him. "So good." He's moaning as he feels the increased blood flow. He adds a second finger inside her.
It's quite amazing to watch how his cock seems to grow and harden under her touch. Once again she amazed at how it differs in the flesh from the illustrations in her mother's medical books. She likes what he is doing to her and rises her hips to his touch.
He thrusts a little faster when she raises her hips. She seems to be enjoying this. "So good Lizzie." He gasps, trying to position himself towards her and uses his thumb to press her sensitive clit.
She can feel him turn towards her as he does something which make her inhale quickly. She blurts out, "What are you doing?" suddenly feeling ignorant.
"Making sure you feel as good as I do right now." He kisses her lightly. "Is it working?" He presses her clit again.
"Oh, God, yes." She tries to shift towards him, she wants him to do what they did last night.
He rolls her onto her back. "Good. Now relax and let me lead you." He lines up against her, removing his fingers and wrapping them on her hip. He lets his tip graze her lightly before letting it enter her. He pauses, letting her adjust.
She feels his tip and she stiffens in expectation of the pain she felt last evening. She feels him slowly enter her and pause; it is much better than she had expected. pleasure instead of pain. She waits for him to move, when he doesn't she places her hands on his hips and pushes him down, as she rises to meet him. "Please."
He begins to move slowly. "Tell me if it hurts." He keeps himself from pushing her too fast. He rocks against her, letting his finger slide between them to rub her clit lightly. She's warm and slick to the touch.
"No, feels good." She murmurs as she tries to match his pace.
He speeds up, letting his finger draw small circles. "It does." He mumbles, kissing her again.
"mmm" She moans into his mouth, letting the sensations overtake her. She runs her fingers up and down his back, tracing his spine.
He watches her eyes, making sure she's enjoying it. "Lizzie" He mumbles as he pants. He's very close to his edge, her fingers on his back getting him over stimulated.
She hears him call her name and looks into his green eyes, "Yes?" as she runs her hands down his sides, over his hips.
"You" He mutters, pressing himself harder against her. "So good." He climaxes, collapsing on top of her.
She feels his weight coming down on her, and thinks 'He was right, it can be better' as her body shudders.
He watches her climax. "You're so good." He kisses her, still moving within her.
She feels him moving within her, and she feels her body tighten yet again around him. She wants to subsume herself into him, she lifts her legs and wraps them around his.
He rides her second climax and bites her collarbone, leaving a mark. "You're my girl now." He grins, slowly sliding out of her.
She feels herself falling for him as he calls her his girl. She grins back at him, "Are you my guy now?"
He smiles, holding her. "If you want." He glances at the clock. "Want some breakfast?"
Liz suddenly realizes she hasn't eaten since lunch yesterday, the lunch he bought her, the lunch she didn't eat. "I'm starving." She looks about for her clothes, "Is breakfast in the same place?"
"Stay put." He slides out of the sheets, disposing of the condom and walking around his room naked. He hangs up his towel and then turns to his coffeepot, pouring two cups of coffee adding a dash of creamer and bringing them back to the bed. "I made it like mine."
She watches him walk about the room - well, now he looked a little more like Mom's books. But put together much nicer. She smiles as she takes the cup, coffee, another forbidden fruit. She takes a sip and lets its warmth slide down her throat. That tastes much better than the beer - she certainly likes all of these adult things. Wait till she calls Mal, maybe she could convince her to come up for a weekend. She'd like to show off "her guy."
Doug sips his coffee. "Do you want some yogurt?" He's up before she answers, digging in his fridge for two cups of yogurt and grabs two spoons out of the box. He brings them back and offers her both "Blueberry or raspberry?"
"Blueberry, please." She takes the pro-offered carton and pulls it open. As is her habit, she ignores the spoon and dips her finger into the tub.
He was concentrating on opening his own yogurt when her movements catch his eye. He swallows hard. They don't have time for another go around but..... "So do I get a last name?"
She freezes momentarily, she hadn't considered that he'd want to know her whole name. She dips her finger into the tub, digging out a glob of yogurt and lifts it carefully to her mouth. That was the fun of eating it with your fingers, to see how much you could dig out and transport without dripping. That and that fact that it really, really bugged her mother. She looks at him as she sucks her finger, buying time as she thinks. She didn't want him to know she was a Bartlet, Dad had a chilling effect on her dating life. Well, her non-existent dating life. She looks up at him, "Lizzie B."
He watches her eat the yogurt, fascinated at the finger in her mouth. "Lizzie Bee? Like the insect?"
She notices him watching her eating methods and shrugs, maybe all grown-ups thought it disgusting. She carefully digs out another glob and lifts it to her mouth. "Bzzz." There, a non-answer, she wasn't exactly lying, she just wasn't telling all the truth.
He grins. "Bzzz." He pauses, dipping his finger in his own yogurt. "Want a taste?" He puts his finger near her mouth.
She grins and leans forward, taking his finger and said yogurt in, she closes her mouth gently on his finger and swirls her tongue around it, as she sucks the yogurt, sighing in pleasure at the taste of his finger, covered in sweetness, yet a tangy undertone to it all.
He groans. He'll have to try letting her taste something else. He slides his finger out of her mouth, dipping his finger back into his yogurt and tasting it himself. "Different way to eat yogurt Lizzie."
She shrugs, "It pisses Mom off."
He grins. "You can eat like that with me if you want." He repeats the dipping of his finger into his yogurt and eating it, dripping on his bare chest. "Whoops."
She laughs at him, "You lose!" and she leans forward to lick it off.
He watches her. "I'd say I won." He grins.
His comment flies over her head like a 747. She licks the yogurt off and leans back, seeing his chest is wet, she brushes the spot with her hand. She leans back against the wall and finishes her yogurt, careful not to slop any. She was quite good at this, she always beat Ellie at this game.
He contemplates spilling some more, just to have her lick him again. He goes back to the spoon, 'accidentally' dropping a bit more on his chest and chin again.
She notices his movement and it clicks, he was teasing her! She laughs as she leans forward, on her hands and knees to lick it off.
He grins. "I'm a messy eater."
She just smiles up at him, "Indeed." She notices her coffee mug on the table next to him and leans against him as she reaches for the mug. She grabs it and moves back to her position of leaning against the wall. She looks at him with curiosity as she sips her coffee.
He adjusts himself, putting his yogurt down and getting his own coffee. "Is the coffee acceptable?" He takes a chance to run an eye down her body.
"Indeed." She watches him watch her and wonders aloud, "What's next?"
He smiles. "Well we could blow off class." He grins. "But I thought we'd get dressed, I'd drive you to your dorm and we'd go to class."
She considers his comment; Dad would kill her if she missed a class. Plus, he'd want to know why she did. "Okay, I gotta go to class." She hesitates a minute, biting her lip. So, is this it for them? "I-had-alotta-fun." she rushes out, all in one breath.
He turns, pulling her closer to him. "I have to go to class too. I have a special seminar I don't want to miss." He uses his thumb to pull her lip free. "I did too. There's another kegger on Friday."
She is both delighted and tormented by his comment, he doesn't want to see her to Friday? A whole four days away. "Can I come?"
He leans in to kiss her lightly. "If I play my cards right you will. After the party."
She stares at him blankly, as she is quite naive. Innuendo is as unfamiliar to her as sex.
He kisses her. "You're coming. And staying the night again." He tells her.
"I'd like that." She takes another sip of her coffee, "I had better go, I need to take a shower before class."
"I would too." He nods. "We both need to get dressed then." He grins, he doesn't really want to move from her. He glances at her again. "Your things are on the sofa. I picked them up earlier."
She glances down at herself, suddenly aware of her nakedness. She blushes a bit, she really didn't want to get dressed in front of him. "Okay, do you mind?" And she twirls her fingers, indicating she'd like him to not watch her.
He smiles, amused that she's blushing. "I'll be over there getting dressed." He points across the room. He kisses her again, standing and taking his coffee across the room.
She watches his butt as he leaves her. She makes sure he isn't peeking, and quickly throws on her clothing. Years of skinny dipping in the farm's pond had make her a quick change artist. She's ready to go before he even has his pants on. She is fascinated as she watches him pull on his jeans - no underwear. She wonders if the zipper doesn't hurt, then blushes even deeper. She quickly finishes his coffee, watching him pull on his shirt and shrug on his sneakers. She glances at herself in a mirror, God! Bed head! She looks about for a hairbrush as she didn't bring her purse with her.
He turns around, watching her. She's dressed. "Need anything?"
She reaches up and tries to comb her tangles with her fingers. "Hairbrush?"
He grins. "I think the 'I just slept with Big Doug' is a good look for you." He hands her the hairbrush off his dresser anyway.
She accepts his hairbrush with a smile, then frowns a bit at it. Seems like there are very long blonde hairs in the bristles. She pulls them out and contemplates him, "Big Doug?"
He nods. She's not going to be as accepting as other girls are. "I need to use it when you finish."
She nods as she stares at him, seems as though she has some competition. She just smiles, no one beats a Bartlet.
He watches her brush her hair, crossing the room to stand closer to her. "You need to wear a t-shirt today." He glances at the marks on her collarbone.
She keeps tugging at the snarls, "Why is that?"
He leans close, kissing her over one of the marks. "You want to show this off?" He smiles. That's really sexy.
She glances down and sees what he had done. "Shit!" How is she going to hide that from her father?
He frowns. "Never had that reaction." He kisses her again.
She just looks at him, exasperated at his attitude. "I don't like to be branded."
He frowns. "You look good though." He tries to grin at her. "You can wear a t-shirt and nothing will show." He gives his pitiful face. "I'm sorry."
She watches as his face changes to match his words. She gives him a brittle smile as she ponders her wardrobe, she has enough clothing to hide it. She silently forgives him, and grins. He is cute when he does his puppy dog face. "No problem. So, this Friday?"
He smiles. She forgave him. "This Friday. Hang on." He crosses the room, digging through his closet and extracting a fraternity party shirt. "You can wear this to your dorm, if you're worried." He walks back to her and rubs the marks along her collarbone.
"Thanks, Doug." She takes the rumpled shirt with her fingertips. It's rather grungy looking and smells a bit off. But she can't risk taking a chance on running into her father. But he'll wonder where she got the shirt. She decides to wear it inside out, Dad probably wouldn't notice that. He'd be intent on how to best harass his new students. She couldn't remember exactly what he was teaching, something to grad students. "Er, I'll wash it for you."
He grins. "It's mostly clean. I only wore it once." He looks around, shoving things into his backpack. "You ready?"
"Sure." The thought suddenly occurs to her, she doesn't know his full name. "Doug?"
He's got everything. He's got his keys in hand, he glances at her. "Yes Lizzie?" He's got the door open for her.
"What's your name?"
He blinks, did he forget that? "Douglas Westin." He winces. He hates the name Douglas.
She gives him a brilliant smile, "Douglas Westin." She squints a bit, looking him up and down, "No, you're not a Douglas. I'll call you Doug."
He grins. "Good because I don't like Douglas." He pulls her against him. "You're a Lizzie."
She leans into him, she likes being in his arms, "I prefer Elizabeth. But you...." She gives him a dramatic pause, "You may call me Lizzie." She mutters under her breath, "Just don't call me Lizzard."
He kisses her again. "Lizzard? That's so juvenile." He frowns.
"That's what my friends in High School called me." She kisses him back, "But now I'm all grown up, aren't' I? And here at UNH."
He smiles. "They were just children." He starts pulling her out the door, not locking it behind them. "Yes, you are." His fingers intertwine with hers.
She likes that he kept her hand. She glances down at their hands together, and notices the time on her watch. "Shit! I'm going to be late."
He pulls her a little fast down the stairs and towards his car. "What time's your class?" He unlocks the door for her and leans against her, pinning her to the car for a quick kiss.
"Half an hour." she murmurs into his lips.
"Campus is five minutes. You've got time." He breaks the kiss, opening her door. "And I drive fast."
She grins at him, "Indeed" She was terrified at the way he drives. She allows him to hand her into the car, no one has done that for her! She wonders if she can take a quick shower and catch Mal before class. Thank God she has a phone card she bought with her babysitting money.
He shuts the door, quickly crossing to his side. "Let's go then." He cranks up the car. "The Popper will protect you." He grins.
She grins back. This summer is going to be the best one ever!
He's rapidly at her dorm, leaning across her to open her door. "I'll pick you up on Friday at 6:30 for sure, but we'll try and have lunch?" He kisses her as his arm lays across her chest.
She looks over at him out of the corner of her eyes, "I'm not waiting for you this time."
He grins. "I might be a tad late. I have a meeting with my professor at 5. I've heard he's longwinded."
She has an inkling that this could be bad, really bad. "Oh?" She tries to be casual about this.
"Just wanted his opinion on a paper. Nothing big." He leans close to her, unbuckling her and resting his hand on her stomach. "I'll try and get out of there early."
His touch sears her, but she needs to know, "Five on a Friday? What's with this guy? Doesn't he want to get home?"
"I'm hoping he will." He's quiet as he kisses her.
She kisses him back, as her mind races ahead. Dad wanted to leave before 6 on Friday, Dad would just know not to schedule a one hour meeting, hell it takes Dad an hour just to warm up. Can't be him. She needed to figure out how to get her Dad to let her stay, but she wasn't worried. Daddy was a push-over, Mom would be the problem. But, Mom isn't here.
He leans against her, he doesn't want to break off kissing her. "I'll be on time I hope."
"Well, I'll wait for you." And she loses herself in his kiss.
He finally breaks off, he knows where they are. "Good. And pack a bag for the weekend." He grins.
She smiles back, she really needs to get going. No time now to call Mal. "No markings?" as she touches the tender spot.
He checks, stroking her cheek softly. "Just your lips." He smiles as she gets out of the car.
"Good." She turns and carefully closes the door, then leans over to touch him once more. " I really gotta run." Though its quite apparent that she really doesn't want to.
Doug nods. "I've got class in 15 and I want to meet this new professor." He grins at her. "Until Friday."
She steps back from the car, "Okay, Doug Westin. I'm glad I met ya."
"Lizzie Bee. I'm glad I met you." And with that, he's off, trying to find a good parking spot and then head off to his class with Dr. Bartlet.
She watches him drive off. Lizzie Bee, she likes the sound of that. She glances at her watch, "SHIT!" and takes off running to her room.
Tuesday, May 28, 1986 - Early Evening in Lizzie Bee's Dorm Room
Liz has been running all day, she was late for her first day of class. She had trouble focusing, especially as the teacher insisted that they only speak French, and Liz's two years of High School French weren't quite up to par.
She ate lunch with some of her classmates trying to establish some new friends, but she was constantly interrupted by the Frat Boys she saw at the prior evenings party. But not Doug - much to her disappointment she hadn't seen him at all since he dropped her off.
To top it all of, Aunt Flow came to visit early; she hadn't been prepared and ruined her new shorts. She was a bit worried that perhaps the prior evening?s activities had caused that, but she wasn't sure. And she had no one to ask.
But on the bright side, she had lots to talk to Mal about. She hoped Mal was home as she got out her calling card and dialed the McGarry's number.
Mallory was just in from volleyball camp when she heard the phone ring. She smiled at Ora May on her way up the stairs. "Hey Ora May, I'll be down for dinner in a bit." Ora May nodded, answering the phone. "McGarry Residence."
"Hello. Ora May? This is Liz, is Mal there?" She always felt it odd that Ora May answered the McGarry's phone, but that was just Mal's mother Jenny putting on airs.
Ora May smiles. Liz is a nice friend of Mallory's. Not like Sara, who's thin appearance bothers Ora May. "Just one moment Miss Bartlet." She climbs the stairs, knocking on Mallory's door. "Mallory, Miss Bartlet's on the phone."
Mal smiles, Lizzard! "Coming." She picks up her phone. "Lizzard! How's school?"
Liz waits, Ora May takes forever to get anyone on line, it?s a wonder people don't hang up. Mal finally gets online.
No sense using up her phone card - let Mr. McGarry pay for the call.
Mal laughs and hangs up. Poor Lizzard. She'd ask her dad to send Liz some phone cards the next time she talked to him. Or she'd call his secretary. Mal skips down the stairs, taking her plate from Ora May and enters the den. "I'm calling Liz." She hollers at Ora May. She'd keep Mom from interrupting. Mal picks up the phone and calls Liz.
Liz sits back and waits for the phone to ring. Based on past experience this can take anywhere from 10 seconds to an hour, she knows Mal likes to finish whatever she is doing and get settled in for their long conversations. That's why Dad had a third line installed, cause she and Mal tied up the house line for hours.
She starts to remove her nail polish when the phone finally rings. "Hey Mal!"
"Hey! Sorry, I had to get my plate for dinner. I just got in from volleyball." Mal takes a bit of dinner. "So tell me what's going on? What am I missing out on?"
"I met a guy!"
"Really? Tell me." Mal frowns, Liz always attracts guys. Like bees to honey.
"He's so handsome! He has a car! He has green eyes! He has his own room! He was long curly hair! He is an officer in his frat! He has beautiful teeth! He bought me lunch! He is soooooo hot!" Liz stops to breathe. "And he's great in bed." Oops - didn't mean to say that.
Mal nods along as Liz describes this guy. "He sounds great. Wait, he's what?"
"Nothing." Liz hopes she missed that last comment. "Red. He's great in red. You know, red shirts." That was lame, but maybe it will work.
Mal laughs. "No, I don't think so. Tell me about that. Did it hurt?"
"Damn it Mal, you know me to well." Liz is a bit pissed, she needs to practice fibbing about "her guy."
Mal grins. "Yes, well that goes with the territory. Now tell me about him. Does your dad know? Where were you? Wait, what about getting pregnant."
Liz snorts. "Yeah, right. I'm gonna go tell Dad I met this guy at lunch, and I let him drive him around in his Jag and then I went with him to a beer bash and we ended up in his room and did it." Liz shakes her head at Mal. Really.
Mal frowns. "You had beer?"
Liz rolls her eyes, Mal isn't upset that she *did it* rather that she had a beer. "A little, it was awful. But coffee is good." She smiled at the memory, "Yogurt is outstanding."
Mal sighs, she knows Liz isn't like her dad. "I don't see why anyone would drink that stuff. But coffee and yogurt? You're so lucky to get to spend the summer at a college, eating in the cafeteria."
Liz giggled, "I had that for breakfast this morning, in his room." She smiled as she thought about how he served yogurt. Yum!
"You spent the night? Lizzard tell me about this guy." Mal takes a bite of her dinner
"His name is Doug Westin. He's here for a summer seminar on something. He has a jaguar convertible. A red one. Mal, he calls it the Cherry Popper!? She giggles again at the outrageous name. She didn?t get it at first, he had to explain it to her. She pauses, but Mal doesn?t ask her what that means.
"He was the quarterback for the Wildcats. He is tall, long curly blondish, brownish hair, green eyes, and he is built. You know, like Huge."
Mal smiles. "He sounds hot." She takes another bite. "Does he have friends?"
"He is hot. He has lots of hot friends." Liz is suddenly struck by a brilliant idea. "You should come up here and meet them! Do you think you'd be able to?" She doubts it, Mr. McGarry wouldn't let Mal attend the French Immersion School with her.
"I'll ask Mom. Dad's off somewhere again." Mal smiles. "I'm sure she'd let me out of volleyball. We're practicing every day for like five hours a day." Mal sips her milk. "My spike's getting really good."
"You could fly up here on a Friday, spend the weekend and take the late flight back, so you wouldn't really miss anything. You can stay in my room, my roommate never showed up."
"I'll talk to Mom when she gets home from her bridge game. Did I tell you about the SAT class? I'm sitting behind Chuck Young."
"The Chuck Young? The oh-my-God-he-has-eyes-to-die-for Chuck Young? The-I-want-to-have-your-baby-so-much Chuck Young?" Liz tries not to smirk - Mal has a severe case of the hots for Chuck Young.
"Yes, that one."
"So, you're sitting behind him? Has he noticed? Did he say anything to you? Have you accidently poked him or anything?" Liz wants to know all the details.
"I forgot my pencil the last two days. He finally got the hint." Mal laughs. "He asked to take me to the movies tomorrow. His mom's going to drive us. Mom wants us to date. Since that's her bridge partner and everything."
"A date! Wow, see I told you things would change once we became Upper Classmen. We both have boyfriends, just like I predicated." Liz pauses a second, "His Mom is driving you? So you can't make out?"
"Cart before the horse Lizzard. He's not my boyfriend. Yet." Mal pauses. "So you're dating this guy? You've only known him how long?" She takes another bite, chewing it slowly. "We're going to the movies, it will be dark."
Liz starts to tick off her points - to prove that Chuck was indeed her boyfriend. ?You are going on a real date, with both your parents approval, prearranged, to a dating type place, which requires a parental unit to provide transportation, which requires my consultation as to which outfit to wear which will take advantage of the darkness and allow you free access in case you mutually decide to possibly make out - so, technically he is your boyfriend."
Liz smiles at her logic - sometimes Mal just needed to have things laid out for her. "Yep, he's taking me out Friday. Oh, Mal - He said I'm his gal. "
Mal squeals. "You're the girlfriend of a college guy. You are so lucky." She thinks. "Tell me more details. I'm just going to wear jeans and a tanktop for Chuck."
"Yeah, isn't that cool! No one else at East is dating a college guy." She sobers a bit, she didn't really tell him she was still in High School. "Mal, I think he thinks I'm in college. Is that okay? I mean he asked me what I was there for and I told him French Immersion School, but everyone else there graduated from High School, they are all entering NH as Freshman this fall. Dad talked to the Professor and got me into the class."
"Did you say you were in college? He's not that old is he? Is he in your class?" Mal is thrilled for Liz but figures that if he's just a little older, well it would be like Sara who started dating a senior last term.
"No, I don?t think I did." Liz squints as she tries to remember yesterday, some of it was a blur. "Nah, I think I just said I was in the Immersion Program - then I wowed him with my French. I don't think he's that old, he didn't say. And he isn't in my class, I met him outside my dorm on my way to lunch. He bought me lunch - isn't that cool? I only had a buck, so I took the cheapest thing there, and he just shook his head and bought me lunch."
"He just showed up at your dorm? Damn. I wish Dad would have let me go with you. We could have had so much fun." Mal is shocked by all of Liz's luck.
"Yep, I came outside and was trying to figure out where lunch was, and there he was, smiling at me. " Liz's tone got all confidential, "Mal, he is all muscle, he lifted to shirt to wipe his face off, he had been playing ball right before we met, and he has /great/ abs. And other things." She looked about the empty room, then whispered into the phone, "Mom's books were all wrong. Guys look way different than that."
Mallory blushes despite herself. "The medical ones? He let you see him naked? Sara said that Ricky didn't take his clothes off."
"No! Sara the Slut is doing it with Ricky? You didn't tell me that!" Liz loves Mal's stories about Sara, she is a bit jealous of Sara, she is Mal's best friend in DC. Liz reassures herself, Sara may be her best friend in DC, but she is Mal's best friend in the world.
"Um, yeah, he took all of his clothes off, and mine." Liz frowned a bit, "He had some trouble getting them off, maybe that's why Ricky doesn't." Liz is suddenly the expert of the two on all matters regarding sex, after all she has actually had it. Twice even! "Its funny, you take them off at home no problem, but you know, when you're with a guy, they just get in the way."
"Yes, Sara went all the way with Ricky at our end of year party, out in the bushes. She showed me some chigger bites she got. We painted them with clear nail polish." Mal laughs. She tries not to think about how thin Sara was, or how she told Mal that she was fat. "Boys are dumb, I'm sure Ricky got all confused. He took your clothes off? You didn't tell me that."
Liz ponders doing it in the bushes, that didn't sound like fun. "Yeah, we were in his room, drinking beer."
Mal bites her lip, a trip to New Hampshire suddenly was making her nervous. "How did he convince you to go to his room? His dorm room?"
"We were at his frat house, there was a party going on and everyone was swilling beer - Mal, he showed him how to pour a beer from a keg, did you know you have to turn the cup to get a great head?? Liz suddenly remembers that describing how to pour beer to Mal isn?t a good idea.
?Any ways, we were dancing and all the sudden a fight breaks out, and he said let's get out of here, and we went to his room, he has his own room cause he is a Treasurer, or officer or something. And do you know what? He has his own frig! One of those little cubey ones, and he offered me a beer. But I didn't drink it all. Beer from a frig tastes a lot better then beer from a keg - they called it a pony, isn't that a cute name for a barrel of beer? I wonder why they call it that, I should ask Dad."
Liz paused, maybe not - she didn't need to hear the history of brewing on the drive home. "Oh my God! I have to talk to Dad, so I can sleep with Doug this weekend. Mal - he told me to bring a bag of my stuff. I think he wants me to stay with him all weekend."
Mal swallows, slowly processing all that Liz says. Well, it's only beer, it's not like the scotch her father drinks all the time. Or the gin her mother likes. Sara says that beer wasn't a big deal, that Mal was stupid for not trying it. "Do you think your dad's going to let you stay for the weekend? Does he know about Doug? A bag of stuff? What did you do the last time you slept over? You're going over there tonight?"
"Dad will let me stay, all I need to tell him is that I love school and want to bond with my roomies. No need to tell him about Doug." Liz considers that, she doesn't need her father mucking up her relationship with her new boyfriend. He'd probably disapprove. "Um, I didn't have anything with me, I just put my clothes back on. "
She looked down at herself, showered and changed that morning, but as soon as she got back to her room, she put on his shirt. "He gave me his T-shirt, to cover the hickey."
"He left a hickey? Liz, your dad's going to kill him. How many dates did he ruin at East?" Mal laughs, a little jealous of all the fun Liz is having.
"Yep, a big muther of one. I never really had a date at East - not after Dad met the guys." Liz pulled down the collar of the shirt and tried to see the love bite - she couldn't so she stood up and looked in the mirror. It wasn't that bad. Then she looked herself over. "Mal, I look the same. I don't know, I thought I'd look different."
"Different how? Are you expecting that you'd develop an immediate pregnant stomach or something?"
Honestly! Mal was so ignorant! "He took care of that - he said I don?t have to worry, that he always uses a condom." Liz looks at herself in the mirror some more, "I don't know, I just thought I'd look different somehow."
"Mom said that condoms don't work." Mal says firmly. "I'll let you know if you look different when I see you."
"Well, if they didn't work, wouldn't everyone always be pregnant?" Liz sniffs.
"I don't know." Mal replies.
"Mothers just say that to scare you." Liz looks at herself in the mirror, then pulls down the collar to inspect the hickey. "So, do you think you'll be able to come?"
"I'll ask Mom. You know she doesn't like me being around on weekends."
"I'll check with volleyball. We're hosting camps and stuff. There's a little girl in there that looks like Zoey."
"Zoey? Really? I wonder if The Squirt misses me. I know the Worm doesn't - Ellie's probably ransacking my room for my stuff."
Mal laughs, she's never understood having sisters. "You didn't lock the door when you left?
"No, Mom wouldn't let me. She muttered something about this being a chance to clean out my pigsty."
"Your mom is staying home this summer?" Mal was surprised, Dr. Bartlet was never home.
"Mom? Home?" Liz snorted. "No, she just came home for the Holiday photo op - Representative Bartlet and family home on the farm." Liz suddenly got serious, "Dad's going to run for Governor, I heard he and Mom talking about it."
Mal sucks in a breath. She thought she had heard Leo mention it on the phone the last time he was home. "Did you smile for the cameras?"
"Of course, I'm the perfect daughter." She heard Mal laugh, "We all learned long ago to co-operate, makes it go faster. Otherwise we get a lecture from Dad."
Mal rolls her eyes. His lectures took forever. "I won't have to sit through a lecture on New Hampshire history will I?"
Mal laughs "Because, Lizzard, I love you and all, but no."
"Nope. No need to see Dad, other than to have him pick you up at the airport." Liz considered this aspect of the weekend and sighed. Yep both sets of parents would have to know that Mal was here. "We'll probably have to eat dinner with him."
"How long's the drive?" Mal pauses, thinking "Could Doug pick me up?" She pauses again. "At the house in Manchester?"
"Nah, no need to go home; after all, you are coming here to see what college is like. I just meant Dad will want to take us out to dinner. " Liz pauses, plotting. "I know, I'll tell him that a bunch of my roomies want to pick you up go to the Baseball game. Doug can pick you up. We'll go to dinner with Dad on Sunday, and then we can drive you to the airport. That way, Dad can go home for the weekend. " She sighs, "He tries to drive home every night, to see The Squirt." She pauses as she thinks of the fight she overhead between her parents on Saturday night.
Mal smiles. She could handle limited time with Uncle Jed. "Dinner would be okay. I just want to meet this guy." She tries not to think about how nice it would be to have a father that was home on weekends. "That?s nice of him."
Liz frowns a bit, she knows about Mr. McGarry's problems; he is never home on weekends and dining with him is a bit scary. "Its just, when Dad's home for weekends, Mom isn't. And when it?s Mom's weekend home, Dad?s gone. And no one is home during the week, just me, the Worm, Squirt and the Nanny." She sighs. "Mal, they were fighting again, they always fight when they're both home."
Mal bites her lip. The Bartlets were always happy when Mal was there. "What about?" Mal's heard almost every fight with the McGarrys.
"About us. I think that's why Dad is going to run for Governor - He yelled to Mom that his daughters will never have happy marriages nor families, cause we won't realize that spouses are supposed to live together, nor that parents usually live in the same house as their children.
Mal nods. "I don't know about that Lizzard. Mom and Dad are still married. And we never see him."
"Maybe all marriages are like that." Liz thinks back to her families' life, Mom and Dad both stayed home for a bit after Ellie was born, then they disappeared. Same thing with the Squirt.
"Maybe so. I mean you know how we see Dad. His keys are in the bowl by the door and his study's shut." Mal tries not to think about how many times she's seen Leo passed out on his couch in the study or heard him come in drunk.
"Yeah." Liz had visited enough to know what Mal was talking about. "You know what I don't get? Why are they friends? They are so different, not like us."
"Uncle Jed and Dad? I don't know, they're just friends. I try not to think about it too much." Mal pauses. "Maybe it's the chess?"
Liz shrugs, "I don't know, maybe cause its Dad likes to talk so much and your Dad likes to listen."
Mal nods. "Maybe that's it. I know Dad likes Mr. Lyman because they can debate politics and law and stuff." Mal pauses. She really ought to look up Josh. Maybe she could convince him to drive Chuck and her out. Dad had mentioned he was in DC somewhere.
Mr. Lyman, there's that name again. She was always kluppering about Josh Lyman. Mal was so lucky to /not/ have siblings, yet she treated this Josh guy like he was her big brother. Liz felt a stab of jealousy about a guy she never met.
"Maybe it's because your dad's not a lawyer. Even if he does all that money stuff." Mal sniffs, she hates math.
Liz shrugs, "It's not so much math as it is....? She changes her voice to parrot one of her father?s favorite lines, ? thinking about how to allocate scarce resources to produce various commodities and how those commodities are distributed for consumption among the people in society in the most efficient and equitable way.?
Mal nods. "Maybe. I like Mom's idea of not worrying about money." Jenny's always spending tons of money.
Liz has benefitted from Jenny's shopping sprees. "Your Mom sure spends a lot."
"Dad says we don't have to worry. You know."
"Yeah." The McGarry's were loaded. "Sometimes, it seems like they are, you know, buying you off." That didn't sound right, "I mean, competing to spend, no, that?s not it. Um. Competing to buy your love."
Mal frowns. On one level she knows Liz is right, but she doesn't want to admit it. "They don't buy me off." She's a little defensive.
"I didn't mean it that way." Liz frowns, Mal has /that/ tone in her voice, the one she has right before she has a hissy fit. "So, you'll come?"
Mal sighs, she knows Liz knows her better than anyone else. She knows Liz knows that Dad throws money at her to make up with everything. "I really want to come." Mal pauses. "Hang on. Mom's home." Mal puts down the phone, carrying her plate back to the kitchen.
Liz smiles, she'll come. So, all she needs to do is convince Dad to let her stay over all weekends, and ask Doug to drive Mal here. She frowned a bit, she had hoped she'd see him today.
"Mom, can I go see Liz one weekend?" She smiles as Jenny nods, Jenny never cared as long as she didn't have to see Mallory. Mal skips back to the phone. "Liz! Great news, Mom said yes."
"Cool - um next weekend?"
Mal grabs her schedule from the coffee table. "Yeah, next weekend's good. We have a tournament on Thursday so we're off for the weekend." Mal smiles. This will be a lot of fun. "So Doug, he's got friends?"
Mal laughs. "I don't have to watch you two suck face all weekend right?"
"Doug has lots of friends, there is this one, called Tony. He's hot."
"Tony? So I'll have someone to talk to."
Liz giggles, "Talk or whatever."
Mal blushes. "Elizabeth!"
Liz just laughs, "Mal, this is college. It's different than High School."
Mal smiles. "It'd be nice to have stuff to show Chuck.
"Well, you enjoy Chuck, I want to know all about that."
"If it goes anywhere, I'll call you."
"Well, you have my number here now, call me whenever."
"Except on weekends, right?" Mal laughs.
"Yeah, not on weekends." It was so good to talk with Mal. Liz couldn't wait till she got here. "Let me know which flight your on."
"I will. I'll get Mom to book the flight when I get off the phone." Mal stretches, catching a whiff of herself. "I gotta go shower Lizzard. Bye!"
"See ya." Liz listens to Mal hang up. She hangs up and goes to find her pjs. She was pooped, it had been a long 24 hours.
Sunday, June 1, 1986 - Doug's Journal
Its been a long crazy weekend. Lizzie Bee just went home. She's definitely good for the Summer. A bit innocent, but she's willing to learn. I didn't see her all week. I went by the French classes a few times, much to Tony's humor, but she was never there. Dr. Bartlet's class has me busy. I spent Thursday night writing his paper for tomorrow. Future economic projections. I had thought I might get time this weekend, but Lizzie ended up staying all weekend.
Friday I met with Dr. Bartlet about the expectations of the Rhodes scholarship. Everyone who warned me he was even more verbose privately than he is in class was right. I was almost late to pick up Lizzie, but apparently his daughter called and I was excused. Lizzie was excited to see me. We went bar hopping, apparently she's never been and didn't have an ID. Luckily Chip was working the door. Not a problem at all.
Saturday we spent the day at the lake. I asked if she wanted to drive to Manchester for the day but we ended up going out to the lake and taking food with us. We took out a sailboat for the day. She hadn't ever sailed before. So of course she accidentally fell overboard a few times. She looked good in her swimsuit.
Last night was another party here at the house. I bought Lizzie wine instead of the beer from last week. She seemed happier to have that instead. And of course we ended up sleeping late this morning.
Next weekend her friend is coming to visit. She volunteered me to pick up her friend. I'm hoping she's pretty so Tony will keep her busy. I need to get to bed. I didn't get much sleep this weekend.
Sunday, June 8, 1986 - Liz & Doug - Friends & Family
Doug waited for his girlfriend. She had brought her best friend to visit the past weekend, a situation he had solved by passing her off to Tony, who told him that she had a "real good" time. Lizzie had just returned from dinner with her family and her little friend, Lori or something, a dinner he wasn't invited to. He considered being upset about that, but really, it would have meant she was far more serious about the relationship. Besides, a guy needed some time to himself, to be with his buds. But then his buddies couldn't do the things she did for him.
She had called to be picked up to come stay with him, so he was sitting in the lobby of her dorm after asking for "Lizzie Bee." He checked his watch, it was getting late and he wanted to play pool with Tony when they got back, she could watch.
Liz was in her room, getting her things out for tomorrow morning. She had been staying overnight with Doug but felt uncomfortable showering there, even if he promised to guard the door for her. She would fly back to her room, shower and throw her clothes on, running to her class with wet hair. She heard her door open and saw the Resident Assistant, "Would you happen to be the Lizzie Bee who has Doug Westin waiting downstairs?" Liz nodded, blushing - "It's what he calls me, instead of Bartlet."
She wasn't a good liar and the RA was assessing her, looking her up and down, "It's not my job to keep an eye on you, but watch out for this guy. He's a player. Does he know how old you are?" Liz blushed even more and nodded, then scooted past her and down the stairs, two at a time, to avoid the lecture.
Doug tapped his foot waiting for Lizzie. She kept insisting that she couldn't shower at the house so he was stuck driving back and forth for her. He hears a clatter in the stairwell looking up and grinning at his girlfriend. "About time."
She frowns a bit, usually he was the one to keep her waiting. "Sorry, Dad insisted we wait till Mal got on the plane and then till it got in the air." She didn't tell him that they had to get there early as poor old Mal was flying on a unaccompanied minor's ticket, mortified to be checked in and walked to her seat by a flight attendant. Really! She was 15, almost 16, she didn't need that, the airlines didn't require it, but their stupid parents insisted. Adults treated them both like children.
He had then lectured her the whole time on one's obligations to see to one's friends safely off - and then moved on to driving safely as she drove them back to campus, and ended up with a lecture on how the hospitality industry is driven by the price of oil. Thank God he wanted to stop at his office and pick up some papers to grade, she took off running back to the dorm, calling over her shoulder that he didn't need to safely walk her to her dorm.
Honestly, didn't he realize she was 16 years and 4 months old!
"How was your father?" He's a little curious about Mr. Bee, Lizzie never talks about him or her mother. He takes her bag from her. "Did your friend have a nice time?" Mallory, not Lori, that's it. He had tried to be nice to her little friend, picking her up at the airport, opening her door for her, letting her ride in the Popper with the top down. He had even tried to compliment her. But she had been nothing but cold to him, even making Lizzie leave in the middle of the night. He'd have to chat with Tony about that.
"Dad's a windbag - he'd bore you to death." She waived at her friend Meg - Meg would sign her back in before curfew, though she wondered if the RA was on to their scheme. Well, probably not, she would have said something during the lecture.
She let him open the door for her. As they walked to the Popper, she contemplated Mal. Mal had been happy to see her when she arrived and at Doug's ball game. But they didn't see much of each other Friday night as Liz and Doug made a quick exit from the party and she seemed unhappy the rest of the weekend. She seemed relieved to get off campus. Maybe Liz should have spent more time with her. She'd call her tomorrow, to see what happened.
"I have a professor like that." He grins, taking the chance to scope the girl Lizzie was waving to. He pulls open her car door. "So she had fun with Tony? He said he showed her a nice time." Doug circles around the car, climbing in and starting up.
"Do you want to grab dinner on our way back?"
She laughed, she had eaten with her Dad and Mal at the airport. "I'm hungry, but not for food." She now understood what innuendo was all about.
He reaches over and squeezes her thigh. "I'll make sure that's satisfied." He pulls into the drive through anyway, ordering himself dinner and an order of fries for her. He glances at her. "Anything else?"
She leans over him, to look at the board, leaning on his shoulder, her hand snaking down to his thigh - "Um, a cherry milkshake, tell him I want it thick and creamy." She accentuated her remark by drawing his hand over his crotch. She loves to tease him in public.
She moves away from, leaning back in her seat while thinking a bit more about Mal and Tony - Mal was awfully quiet when she came to Doug's room, insisting that she and Liz go back to Liz's dorm to sleep, even though it was almost Saturday morning.
He grins at her, she's learned a lot in the past week, and orders. "An extra thick cherry milkshake. And a extra thick vanilla milkshake." He watches her. "Your friend was," he pauses, looking for a nice word. "Tony said he had a nice time."
Liz frowns, "Mal didn't say much of anything. She didn't seem to have fun at the park Saturday." She takes the milkshake from him and takes off the top, dipping her finger in to test the thickness. She nods, they got it right this time. And she absently licks her finger as she turns to look at him, "Did she sleep with Tony Saturday night?" She didn't think Mal would have, but you never knew. She hadn't planned to sleep with Doug their first time together.
He shrugs, paying for their food and handing her his milkshake to hold. "Her loss. Lizzie, you need friends that like to have fun." He catches her sucking on her finger, and grinned, she certainly loves to suck. "Tony didn't say. He would have if she wanted it."
Liz frowned, Mal was fun. "I don't know, she usually isn't like that. Maybe her Dad is drinking again." Mal usually got in a funk when Mr. McGarry was on a bender. That must be it, "She doesn't like it when people drink and everyone was drinking all weekend." She shrugged, "Her Dad is a drunk." That would explain Mal's mood. Drinking in High School was a quick and hidden affair, not like here, where everyone carried their booze about openly.
Doug pauses. "Oh. I didn't know that." He changes the subject. "You should have stayed with me Saturday night."
"Mal wanted to go back to the dorm."
He nods. "You guys should have stayed, it was almost morning anyway."
Liz shrugged, "We had to get up early for Mass." Doug hadn't spent the day with her, she would never subject him to her parents - nor did she want them to know she was dating an older guy.
"Dad picked us up, then I drove to the farm to pick up Mom, the Worm and Squirt." Amazingly, both her mother and father were together for the weekend - probably only because they knew Mal would tell Mr. McGarry about the weekend. "Then we went to Mass and then went back to the farm for lunch. Mal and I hung out in my room, you know, girl talk." Actually they hadn't talked at all, Mal just flipped through Liz's old magazines, not responding to any attempts by Liz to converse. Nor did she want to go riding or swimming. She just sat there like a lump. Maybe she was jealous of Doug? " Then we drove her to the airport, and Dad dropped me off here. I drove three hours today."
She had done all the driving - to the farm, church, the farm, the airport, back here - three hours of driving! 25 more to go. But she couldn't tell Doug that, he didn't know she didn't have her license, she just told him she wouldn't feel comfortable driving such an expensive car - though she did like driving Dad's Mercedes.
"The Worm and Squirt?" He thinks those are her sisters. "I'm glad you had a good time then. But you can make it up now." He pulls into the house driveway shutting off the car. "You know you can drive Popper anytime." He grins at her. Most girls jump at the chance.
He opens his door, climbing out with the food in his hands.
She opens the door and gets out, "I'm afraid I'd wreck it." As she runs her hands over the seat, she would love to drive it - but with her luck, she'd get caught by a cop or something. She takes a slurp of her milkshake and follows him.
"I wanted to stay, I like staying with you. But Mal wanted to get back, she said it wasn't right for under.... " Shit, she almost said underage. "um, said that wrong. Under the rules, it wasn't right for us to sleep here." She looked back at the car - "Aren't you going to put the top up?"
"You wouldn't wreck it, you drive all the time." She didn't have a car here, her parent's probably couldn't afford a car, being farmers. Too bad, then she could drive herself back and forth to the Frat House. He grins at her. "Well, rules are made to be broken." He pauses. "Shit. Hang on Lizzie." He puts the food on the hood and pulls up the top. He picks back up the food and crosses back to her. "Let's go eat." He grins as he opens the door for her.
She follows him into the building. The guys no longer hoot when she follows Doug up the stairs, but she catches their envious looks.
He grins at the guys. It's been mentioned in Chapter that he's got one hot chick. He gets a glance from Tony. "Hey Tony, what's up?" He grins as they pass into his bedroom.
Tony is looking at Liz oddly, then asks a puzzling question, "Do you and Mal go to school together?" Liz frowns, "No, she lives in Washington." And he gives her a knowing look. What the hell was that about?
Doug pulls Liz into his room. "What's up with you and Mal? I thought she was your best friend." He's spreading out food as he talks.
Liz frowns, why the sudden interest in Mal? "She is, we just don't see each other a lot." She bites her lip, "Her Dad's a drunk, and her Mom isn't around much."
He nods. "So how did you meet her?"
"My Dad and her Dad are best friends. I've know her since she was born." She eats some of her fries, and feeds him one, "We talk on the phone all the time, and write, and she usually spends summers with me on the farm."
He raises an eyebrow as he eats the fry she feeds him. "You've never told me about your farm. Tell me about it." He eats his chicken sandwich.
"Not much to tell, it's a farm. It's been in the family forever, though we rent out the fields. There's a pond and a stream and a barn and the house. Worm and I have horses, and Squirt has a pony."
"Where is it?" He's still trying to get to know his girlfriend.
"In the middle of nowhere." She looks at him, "Didn't you say you live on a farm? So, you know what a farm is like, nothing special."
"It's not a real farm. Just the big house outside of Manchester." He steals a fry off her plate.
"Manchester?" She thinks a bit - Doug Westin - and a light bulb goes on "You're not a 'Westin Family Farms' Westin are you?" The Westin Farms were a huge estate, on the other side of Manchester from her family's farm.
He nods. "That's us."
*Gulp* "The Westin Trust?"
He nods, a little slower. "Yeah, that's Mom's thing."
*Shit* He's gotta be loaded if he's one of them. "Your mom isn't Ann Westin is she?" He nods. *Shit* "President of the DAR?" Abbey was a member, not that she did much in the organization, but she had dragged Liz to the Annual Mother-Daughter Spring Tea, where Liz had met Ann Westin.
He smiles at her, oblivious to her discomfort. "Mom loves the DAR.
"My Mom's a member, she wants me to join."
He nods. "You should."
She shrugs, she's not old enough. You have to be eighteen to join. "You're not into all that history stuff, are you?"
"Not really."
"Well, some it can be interesting - one of my ancestors was a Pirate, Thomas Broome Weathergill." She grins at him, "Wanna shiver me timbers?"
He puts down his milkshake. "I'd love to drop anchor in your lagoon." He laughs.
"That's quite a cutlass ye got thar, what ye need is a good scabbard!" in an appropriate pirate voice, waiving a fry at his crotch.
He pulls her closer, closing the gap on the sofa. "You've got the finest pirate booty I've ever laid eyes on." He kisses her neck, dinner forgotten.
She giggles, Innuendo Can Be Fun. She reaches down and rubs his thigh, "Come show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad!"
He laughs and thanks the Gods that he saw her outside the dorm first, " I've sailed the seven seas, and you're the sleekest schooner I've ever sighted." And he meant every word of that, she's the best he's ever had.
Pirate sex is fun, she'd have to remember that. He's her plunderer she thinks, as she moves her hand further up, "Is that a belayin' pin in yer britches, or are ye ... " She doesn't finish as he cuts her off with a deep kiss but she begins to stroke him through his jeans.
He breaks off the kiss. He decides to ask her something he's been wondering. He knows he was the first to screw her, but maybe there had been others as there are other ways, "Have ya ever met another man with a real yardarm, like mine?"
She sees him looking into her eyes, she's confused by the question, he seems to be asking her something seriously, under the jest but she isn't sure what that might be, "Come show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad!" She feels him swell in her hands.
He smiles as he sees her confusion, nah, he was the first in everything. "Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?" And he unties her halter top.
He hardens under her touch, "Let's get together and haul some keel."
He wants to keel her hull, but he'd rather have her go down on him first, he takes her milkshake, "You're drinking a Salty Dog?" and puts it down "How'd you like to try the real thing?"
She unzips him, she likes his salty taste, "Well blow me down?"
"God, Yes." And he lifts his hips, so she can ease down his jeans, "That is a hornpipe in my pocket and I am happy to see you."
The pants are off, and she taps his head, watching it jerk. She is fascinated by the things she can make it do, "So, tell me, why do they call ye, Cap'n Feathersword?"
Doug moans, most girls didn't like to suck cock, but she seems to love it. She is the best cocksucker he's had. "They don't call me Long John because I'm so tall." She goes down on him and he moans, God she's good.
She loves doing this to him, it put her in control, all she had to do was change the pace, the position, use her fingernails and he was putty in her hand. The other way, when he fucked her, he was in control. She liked that a lot, but here, when they did this, he bent to her will. All she had to do was withdraw, to wipe her mouth, and he was begging her for more. She liked that - when he begged - alot.
She was so good, but he didn't think he could hold back, and he wanted her to come with him, "Pardon me, but would ya mind if fired me cannon through your porthole?"
She couldn't speak, as her mouth was quite full, she seemed to want to keep going, but he wanted her beneath him. So he pulled back, and raised her chin, so she'd look at him,
She liked the pirate thing, so in his gruffest voice, "You. Pants Off. Now! Prepare to be boarded!"
She giggled as she stood and peeled off her jeans, "Watch it, I've crushed seventeen men's skulls between me thighs!"
He pushed her towards the bed, pulling off his shirt. He watched as she laid down, sprawling out, opening the condom package. For being innocent, she was a quick learner, she could now put one on him, just using her mouth. But today she was to impatient, she slid it on in one quick motion, pulling him down on top of her. She didn't want any foreplay, his little buccaneer, and he entered her, whispering " RAMMING SPEED!"
June 11, 1986, The Cove at Mendum's Pond at The Point of No Return
Doug smiles, stomping his way down the stairs of his house. He'd gotten a perfect score on his latest paper for Dr. Bartlet and when he'd spoken with Lizzie, she'd done well on her test. It was an evening to celebrate he decided so he was going to pick her up for a picnic by the lake. He stopped quickly at the store to get chicken salad, bread, chips and beer. He pulls up in front of her dorm, leaning against the car waiting on her.
Liz looks out of her window, seeing her boyfriend eyeing her house mates as he lounges against the Cherry Popper, waiting for her. She frowns a bit; she's noticed lately that he has this habit of checking out any female within his range of vision. Well, she would make sure he dropped that habit, she thinks as she takes one last look at herself in the mirror, adjusting her top to reveal a bit more cleavage. As she scoots out her door, she thanks God they are going to the lake, it's been hotter than hell all week and her dorm isn't air conditioned.
Doug smiles at the girls passing by. It wasn't like Lizzie was his wife, he could still look. His jaw drops when he sees Lizzie. She'd never shown that much before. He opens her door for her, kissing her cheek. "Ready to go to the lake?" He was looking forward to going for a swim. It was hot.
She smiles as she notices he can't take his eyes off her chest. That's one thing she had inherited from her mother, magnificent breasts, and she intends to use them to her advantage. She accepts his kiss and gets in the car. "Let's go."
Doug shuts her door, quickly getting in the driver's side and peeling out. "I brought dinner for us." He lets one hand rest on her thigh as he drives to the lake. "We'll celebrate."
She likes the feel of his hand on her thigh but she worries as it means he has only one on the wheel. His driving was bad enough with both hands on the wheel, so she tries to steer his attention back to the road. "Is this a short cut to the lake?" It seems to be a different route from the one they took when they went sailing, that first weekend they were together.
Doug smiles at her, squeezing her thigh lightly. "We're going to a different part of the lake." The lake - Mendum's Pond - was owned by the University, a small, private H-shaped lake, with lots of nooks and crannies. He knew of a cove that was usually completely empty. He pulls up, the area deserted. "I thought we could have some privacy." He kisses her as he shuts off the car.
She accepts his kiss and deepens it, cupping his chin as she brushes his teeth with her tongue.
Doug grins as he kisses her. She's become quite the vixen under his instruction. Finally he breaks the kiss, one hand on her breast. "Swim?"
She pouts, he obviously brought her here for the one thing which was on her mind constantly, but he didn't seem to want it quite yet. Well, it was hot and she was a bit sticky - though sticky sex is fun - so she nods. As she gets out of the car, she notices he had blankets and food. She smiles, obviously they were going be spending a leisurely evening enjoying many activities in the privacy of the cove.
He picks up the blanket and ice chest of food, carrying it to the grass. After putting it down, he pulls off his shirt, glancing at her. "No one comes to this area of the lake." He whispers in her ear, his hands on the edge of her shirt. "We could skinny dip." He grins again, his hand on her bare stomach.
She smiles as he rubs her stomach - she's got her bikini on under her clothes. "You first."
He grins, pulling her shirt off anyway. "I'm already half there." He pulls her a little closer. "I don't want to get my seats wet." He unbuttons his shorts. "Dare me?" He raises an eyebrow.
She laughs - he worries more about that car than he does anything else - and makes a decision. She'll get his seats wet tonight, though not with lake water. "Go ahead, take it off."
e lets his shorts fall, nothing underneath them. "Well would you look at that?" He reaches back, untying her bikini top. "I shouldn't be the only one." He grins, striding away from her and into the lake. "Hurry up Lizzie!"
She smirks - he thinks he's being so risquôUbut she's been skinny dipping her whole life, it?s not that big of a deal. She slips off the rest of her suit and saunters down to the shore - its fun to taunt him. She dips her toes in and smiles at the coolness as she glances about the cove they are in, it really is private. He's waiting impatiently for her out a ways, so she wades in slowly, enjoying the coolness of the lake on her skin. She stops when the water laps her nipples, enjoying the sensation as they tighten in response to the cold.
He swims back towards her, pulling her against him. "Hey." He laughs, kissing her, his body against hers. "Better than your dorm room?" She'd told him how hot her room was earlier.
He feels good against her, now that they've both cooled down. Actually slippery-wet Doug feels much better than hot-sticky Doug, so she is happy that they decided to swim first. "Much better." And she wraps her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her, to kiss him. As he leaned forward, she leaned back, pulling him down with her, totally submerging both of them.
Doug grins, she was a fun girlfriend. He kisses her deeply, finally coming up for air as his hands run over her body, touching her clit with his thumb. He pushes the hair out of her face with his other hand. "You're so sexy Lizzie."
She just smiles - she is indeed. And his obvious lust for her proves it - he had turned from a naive virgin into an unbridled nymphet. But she senses he was fishing for a compliment so she tells him the truth, "You've taught me all I know."
He grins. "You're a good student." He presses a little harder inside her, tracing small circles to pleasure her.
She moans as he does that thing he does so well, and leans into him.
Tony slows his car as he turns off the main road onto the dirt path leading to the Cove. Doug had mentioned going to the lake earlier in the day, and apparently had left without him.
That could only mean that he was with her, and Tony is curious to see whatever he could see. She is one hot bitch and Doug is much too protective of her - usually by this time Doug was ready to hand his cunt du jour over to Tony and move onto to a different girl. *Bingo* he thinks as he spies the red Jag parked at the end of the path.
Doug glances up as he heard the tires on the gravel path. "Shit." He lets go of Lizzie, dropping her back into the water. He dashes up towards his car, yanking on his shorts. "What the hell are you doing here?" He yells at Tony, obviously pissed.
Tony grins, even better than he thought. "I thought we were going to do a double date here." He had found a new girl to turn Doug's head so he could have Lizzie, he wants her badly, especially after what her friend Mallory had told him about their age. He glances down into the water. She was obviously trying to stay covered but the water was very clear and he could see everything he wanted. "Bros before hos man."
Doug glares at him. "Plans changed. Get the hell out of here." He couldn't believe Tony is spoiling this moment. She'll never put out in front of Tony.
Tony smirks. It wasn't worth fighting with Doug when he could pull back and watch from the spot he'd found. "You suck man." He rolls his eyes and turns around, pretending to drive off, parking at the spot he'd found where he could watch everything. He climbs out of the car and sits, watching the free show.
Doug watches his friend drive off and returns to Lizzie. "Sorry babe." He kisses her, pulling her out of the water. "Want to eat?" He's still wearing his now damp shorts as he looks at her naked body.
She looks over his shoulder as he pulls her from the water, "Who was that? Is he gone?" trying to cover herself. As much as she enjoys being nude with Doug, she wasn't keen on letting anyone else see her.
Doug grins, "Just Tony. He's gone." He pulls her towards the blanket. "We're fine."
She doubts that and scans the tree line for movement as he pulls her towards the blanket. She doesn't see anything, so she decides to just suit up again and leans down towards her abandoned swimsuit, unaware that she just gave Tony a full frontal view.
Doug smiles at her. "Really, it's fine." He pulls out the container of chicken salad and the loaf of bread. "Let's have dinner." He pulls out two beers, opening both and handing her one. He watches her dress.
Tony grins from his vantage point. He can understand why Doug wants to fuck this one a bit longer than he usually keeps a girl; he himself couldn't wait to get a piece of what he just saw.
She takes a quick swig of the beer and puts it down as she finishes dressing. The food looks interesting; for some reason she's starving, so she plops down next to him and picks up the container, taking out a glob with her fingers to determine what exactly he has purchased.
He grins at her. "Chicken salad." He makes a sandwich for himself. "Do you want a sandwich or are you eating from the container?" He sips his beer.
She smiles as she takes another glob and puts it on his shoulder, "A Manwich" and giggles as she leans forward to nibble it off. Food and puns can be fun.
Doug grins. "Sounds good." He puts down his sandwich, and, pushing her so she's lying on her back, puts a glob on her bare stomach. "I'll get that." He nibbles the chicken salad off her stomach, licking her clean.
Tony shifts, trying to see what they were doing. Doug wasn't just bragging when he said she was frisky. She'll be great to have in the sack.
She enjoys the foreplay and the feel of his tongue on her skin, but she really is starving and they will have plenty of time for /that/ later. Food first, and then the fun. Besides she wants to have sex in the Cherry Popper, something they haven't done, to see what it's like to screw in a car. And, she thinks a bit naughtily, to mess up his precious car a bit. So she sits up when he's done licking her and leans over to see what else he brought, unaware of how her tantalizing whets his appetite.
Doug groans a little as she sits up, "Hungry?" He looks at her. He'd bought apples and a bag of chips to go with the sandwiches. He takes a bite of his sandwich and swallows his beer.
"Starved" as she gets some bread to make herself a sandwich, it is that time of the month - when she develops a voracious appetite. Funny, most of her friends seem to get ravenous during /that time of the month/, when they were PMS-ing from their period. But she never did then, usually she did somewhere in the middle of her cycles. She certainly is famished today, perhaps all the sex they were having made her hungry. She opens the chips, and offers him the bag, "We need to build your strength for later." She dead pans, "You'll need your stamina."
He grins at her. "Planning something Lizzie?" He crudely bites off the end of his sandwich. "I'm up for some celebrating. Tell me about your test." He cracks open another beer for himself.
She just smiles at him; she indeed had something planned for him. She takes a bite of her sandwich and chews thoughtfully, making him wait. When she finishes swallowing, she takes a swig of her own beer. Finally, she says, "I passed with flying colors - amazing since I didn't study for it as I was busy with my boyfriend."
Doug grins at her. "Well that's just proof you can spend more time with me then." He bites into an apple, ignoring the chips. "Glad you did well. It was a good day for both of us."
She shrugs, a bit pissed that he had he ignored the chips, sometimes she thought his interest in healthy food was a bit too much, but he did have a good body as a result. She glances over to reassure herself that it was indeed a good body. Yep, nicely sculpted. But still, one little bag of chips wouldn't hurt. She takes a chip and licks off the salt, unaware that she had just confirmed his suspicions that she truly had an oral fixation, "Oh? And how was it that yours was good?" as she discards the denuded chip and fishes out another.
He stares at her licking the chips. He'd rather that dainty tongue elsewhere. "Got that paper I was working on back. My professor was pleased." He grins. "Perfect score."
Tony watches from a distance. Doug had said she was good with her mouth and it looked like she was practicing well with those chips. Her friend Mallory had been fun to teach; looked like Lizzie wouldn't have to be taught.
"You seem to score perfectly in all aspects of life." She smiles, innuendo was so much fun, "Seriously, what was it about?"
"I'm looking forward to another perfect score later tonight." He grins. "It was on technology forecasting and economic development."
"You mean on Fernand Braudel's theory that the whole of history of mankind is the result of technology? Or the meta-systemic level theory?"
Doug blinks. "How'd you know that?" He wonders if he left out his books the last time she was over.
She shrugs; perhaps she had been showing off a bit. "I read a draft of your paper you had laying in your room while you were in the shower." She didn't say that she saw he was heading down the wrong path, as he was only using Robert Ayres' 1969 textbook, and didn't even have a copy of Jantsch's seminal treatise on it, so she had slipped out to the library and gotten it for him, book marking the appropriate section for him. "It was a bit beyond me."
Doug smiles at her. "Oh, well, don't worry about it. My professor was pleased, especially the section on Jantsch that I wrote." It was lucky he had found that treatise in his bag; he didn't even remember taking it out of the library. "French is more entertaining."
"Oui - Je le ferais plut?ue le parlant." His French is atrocious, so as he puzzles out the phrase, she reaches for another beer, trying not to think too hard about the fact that his professor likes Jantsch - her father's favorite egghead. She pushs aside her suspicions that his professor is probably her father as she took a deep drought of her beer.
If it was true, there would be no need for either of them to know about the other, about her relationship to both.
She really didn't want to think about that; after all, this was just a summer thing, a bit of freedom, tasting the forbidden fruit of grown-up life. The summer session would soon be over, he'd be in London and she'd be stuck back at Manchester House for another two years of High School. She shudders at the thought, and drains the rest of her beer, glancing over at him.
She laughs as she saw he was perplexed, "I said, I would rather do it than speak it." And then she licks the neck of her beer bottle, a bit lasciviously, to prove the point.
Doug smiles at her. "Well, far be it for me to keep you speaking French." He scoots closer, pulling her in for a deep kiss.
She kisses him back, pushing the troubling thoughts out of her mind, as her hand wanders down his chest. She wouldn't worry about the future while she was with him. She was done eating, had caught a quick buzz from downing the two beers quickly, and was ready for him. Her hand snakes down further; he was very ready for her.
Doug smiles at her, moving the food out of the way. "You're so beautiful Lizzie." He knew she was his, but it always helped, he'd found, to keep complimenting girls so he could get what he wanted. His body was eagerly reacting to her touches. He was glad he'd brought the blanket for some open air loving.
She smiles at his compliments; it was amazing to her that he thought that. She had felt awkward in her body as she had matured, earlier than her friends. He made her realize that her long legs, which she had thought made her gangly, were sexy. She pushs him down on his back on the blanket, as she knelt over him, kissing and licking her way down his torso.
Doug grins. She could be forceful when they were together. His hands stroke her hair as he mumbles her name.
Tony stares at what he was seeing. She was definitely going to be fun when he got a piece of her, between her hot body and her apparent easiness. Doug always found girls that were easy to get into the sack and Tony took advantage of them when he moved along. He keeps watching, adjusting himself to enjoy the show.
She makes her way down to his damp shorts, and starts to ease them off. He lifts his hips to help her and she pulls them down to his thighs, allowing her access to that which she desired, and entangling him so he couldn't move. She smiles a bit; she liked it when she was in control. She looks up at him and commands, "Keep you hands to yourself." And she does nothing, waiting for his acquiesce.
He groans but does as she said. She was demanding but well worth it.
She smiles at his groan, and lowers herself to his cock. She gives him a quick lick and suddenly has an idea. She crawls back up his body and lies on top of him, whispering in his ear, "Untie my top."
Doug smiles, desperate for her to keep going down on him. He unties her top, taking the chance to cup her breast with his hand.
She grabs his hand and whispers, "Naughty boy, you didn't listen to me." As she takes her top and wraps it around his wrists, tying them together, excited by the prospect that he couldn't move, couldn't touch her, could only react to whatever she did. And when she had them secured, she looks down at him, and reaches over to his side, for another beer. She'd let him sit for a bit, while she drank her beer, to let him know that he was now in her control.
Doug moans a little. "You're being so bad." He loves watching her.
She shrugs, "You love it." And she takes another sip.
Tony moans, unzipping his pants. She'd definitely be fun. He'd teach her to try that with him. Doug was stupid for letting her dominate him.
Doug nods, struggling a little. "Maybe."
She watches him struggle, and it excites her further, "Where are the condoms?"
Doug groans. "There's one in my pocket."
She nods as she reaches in to fish it out and sets it aside; that will be for later. He must have more in the car, but she's planning for them to be in the car, the second time they do it. She then begins to massage his thighs, watching his reaction as she teases him, moving closer and closer to the base of his shaft, and then quickly moving away again. She wants him to ask her for it.
He pants, struggling to get free. "Oh god Lizzie. Please." He arches towards her.
She takes pity on him, and takes his shaft in one hand, cupping his jewels with the other and gently massages them, with a very light touch, "What would you like?"
He moans louder, thankful no one is around hear him. "You." He gasps out.
Tony strokes himself faster enjoying what he's watching. This was better than paying for a show any day.
She squeezes him a bit, as her hand slowly moves up and down his length, "And how would you like me?"
Doug groans louder. "Right here, right now. Untie me and we'll have some fun."
She squeezes him hard, and rakes her nails down his cock, roughly, "Wrong answer." And she stops moving, waiting for his response.
Doug struggles with his hands. "Oh Lizzie. Please."
She leans back on her haunches, sitting on his knees, "Pretty please?"
He struggles, trying to get closer to her. "Pretty please." He'll do what she says, she's well worth it.
She loves the feeling of him beneath her, struggling against his ties, completely under her control, her whole body is tensed, she'd love to just sit her and watch him struggle, but she realizes she can't, she needs his sex to make her climax. But when he bent to her will, it was so much more intense, so much better. "With sugar on top?"
Doug nods. "Anything you want Lizzie." He pants.
"Sugar on top - say it Doug."
"Sugar on top." He moans, still struggling.
She runs her hand down his cock and back up again, going for his head, she gently massages the tip, then quickly separates the slit, pressing down hard with her nail into his meatus "Say Pretty Please Elizabeth, with Cream and Sugar and a Cherry on top."
He moans again. "Pretty please Elizabeth with cream and sugar and a cherry on top." He pulls forward, kissing and sucking on her shoulder which he can just barely reach.
She smiles at him, "Good Boy." and she crawls back down him, to reward him. She takes him in her mouth, and deep throats his cock for a second, then backs off him, to run her tongue down his length, enjoying how he surrounds himself to her,.
His hips arch towards her. "Untie me" He pants. "So good." He loves the feel of her tongue.
Tony strokes faster, watching. He'd teach Lizzie to play. She wouldn't dare do the kind of things she was doing to Doug with him.
She ignores his command as she takes him back into her mouth, alternating between licking him with her tongue, and grazing him with her teeth, as she feels him tense, judging how far off he is from coming. It has developed into a little power struggle between them, these past few fucks to see who could hang on the longest, to make the other come first. As she plays with his cock she ponders how to make him come, in her mouth or should she top him?
He keeps panting, wanting to be in her. He keeps struggling with her top, desperate to get free.
She decides to play with fire and crawls up him, to lower herself on his cock for just a moment, to see how it feels to have him within her, without the thin, protective barrier of latex. She positions herself, looks into his eyes and sternly orders, "Don't come" as she takes him within her.
Doug struggles to control himself. "That feels so good." He moans.
Tony moans a little too loud. It's taking all his control to hold back.
She enjoys how he feels within her, so solid, she is so slick as she rides him slowly, up and down. She feels Doug tense and pulls off of him abruptly, luckily moments before he loses control. She tries to slide down to take him in her mouth, to catch every drop, but he is too quick as he sprays her chest and neck with his cum.
Doug grins. "Sorry, but you look beautiful with that pearl necklace."
She looks at him, confused. Her pearls are at home, in the safe.
Doug laughs at her confused face. "Your pearls." He nods towards her chest.
Tony can't hold back any more, the sight of her naked chest dripping is too much. He moans loudly, his eyes closing.
"Pearls?" she thinks he has lost his mind, as she loosens the knot binding his hands.
Doug smiles, pulling his hand free and tracing her neck. "These pearls."
She looks down at his hand, and it dawns on her. In the moonlight, his cum glistens on her chest like a strand of pearls. She smiles at him, thinking he is so clever, so poetic, not realizing how crude the term "a pearl necklace" really is.
Doug grins, she seemed to think it was good. "It looks good on you babe." He pulls her closer.
She smiles as she moves into his arms thinking it?s her turn now for release.
Doug smiles, rolling them over so she's under him. He slides a hand down her body, thumbing her clit. "Like that?"
She nods, as she feels the tension again, building within her.
He speeds up, knowing how she likes it. He sucks on her neck, leaving hickies.
She moves in time with his hand, gasping as he inserts a finger, trying to ride his hand, wanting more.
Doug grins. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear you." He likes controlling her pleasure.
"I want something long and hard - I want you." She pleads as she tries to take his finger in deeper.
"Patience babe." He grins, kissing his way down her body as he spreads her legs. He spreads kisses liberally across her thighs, finally licking his prize.
She moans at his tongue, it feels good, but she wants more. She grasps his shoulders and tries to pull him closer to her.
He resists her, enjoying pleasing her with his tongue. He uses his fingers to go deeper.
She whimpers at his touch, as he skillfully arouses her, but receding each time he brings her to the edge. She wants to come, but she wants him in her.
He looks up at her, grinning. "Lizzie." He grins again, pumping faster.
"Please" she moans as she tries to hold back, wanting his cock.
He keeps pumping. "What do you want?" He licks her again.
"You" she whimpers, "in me."
He grins. "Get the condom." He kisses his way back up her body, leaving his hand where it was.
She gropes to her side, trying to find it, to hold back, and to enjoy him all at once. She manages to find it and quickly tears it open, trying to get it on him quickly.
Doug chuckles a little, watching her. "Patience Lizzie. We've got all night." He rolls onto his back looking up at the stars while she covers him.
She rolls it down quickly, then mounts him, "I'm impatient" as she thrusts down on him, "Insatiable", another thrust, "impetuous", another thrust, "intent", thrust, "impulsive" thrust, " intense"
He grins. "Intelligent." He adds, matching her pace. He loves how she talks while they fuck.
"Inventive" she whispers as she reaches down and squeezes his balls
He pulls her hand back up. "Oh yes." He starts to pump faster, getting to his second climax. He rolls them over, staying on top of her.
Tony glances at the couple as he frowns. They were going at it again. She was quite the slut, he decides. Definitely someone he'd want to try out. He'd just have to make sure to break them up so Doug could move on.
She feels him pick up the pace and urges him on, she wants to come but isn't ready, she raises herself to meet each thrust, yet it isn?t enough, she wants more, so she hits his back with her fist, urging him to fuck her harder.
He grins, pressing harder. His mouth presses against hers, tracing her teeth with his tongue. He keeps going approaching the edge fast and hard.
"Harder." She pants as she feels herself tightening, "Hurt me."
He pulls her close, on top of her. He pumps faster and deeper into her. "So good Lizzie."
She moans as she feels his weight on her, as he pounds into her hard and deep, it feels so good, but she wants more, "Hurt me Doug."
He keeps thrusting, biting her shoulder. "I'm trying Lizzie."
She likes the pain his teeth inflicted on her shoulder, she slaps his back in frustration, "Hit me."
Doug grins. She is definitely fun in the sack. "Yes ma'am." He slaps her chest. "Come on."
She slaps his face, "like that"
Doug thrusts harder into her. "Lizzie." He moans, slapping her.
"God" she cries as her body reverberated with something she had not yet felt when he slapped her, she glances at his face, watching her own as he jammed into her, their eyes met and time seemed to stop for an instant - as they both realized that they other would allow more than the normal conventions of polite society. "Again."
Doug grins, she was letting him do some of the things none of the other girls ever let him. "Yes." He slaps her again, sliding out of her. "Roll over." He wants to try something he saw in a magazine.
She senses his eagerness to try something different, so she obeys him, wondering what he has in mind. Suddenly, she's not so keen to come quickly.
He grins as she does what he says, watching her lay on her stomach under him. "On your hands and knees bitch." He tells her, lost in the moment.
Bitch? He called her a bitch? She knows she should be offended, but she kind of likes it. She's lived on a farm long enough to know what he has in mind, so she eager obeys him.
He mounts her, thrusting into her. "That's it." He slaps her ass as he thrusts.
"Oh God" He almost knocks her down the first time he shoves into her, she wasn't expecting that much force. She braces herself for the next thrust, and moans as he hit her.
Tony watches them; he had mounted her from behind, something Tony'd only seen on "Backdoor Slut". Apparently she was into it; he'd have to try that with her. Doug was much better with the ladies anyway, and had probably done that several times. The bitch would give him a chance to try it out. He jacks himself harder, feeling another climax building.
Doug thrusts harder, reaching around to squeeze her breasts hard. "Come Lizzie." He slaps her ass again, getting close to his edge.
She likes this a lot, the feel of her breasts as they sway with each thrust, the way he hits her, his cock as he screws her, the way he pulls completely out and pauses before impaling her, the way he sometimes misses and jams her with in intense burst of pain - she tries to hold back as long as she can, but the feel of his fingers, grasping her hips, the way he slams into her, is the biggest turn on she's ever had, she sinks down to her forearms, unknowingly showing him her submissiveness, as she clamps down hard on him and she lets herself go.
He grins, exploding in her. "That's it." He slaps her ass again.
That last slap makes her come again - two orgasms in succession, something she's never felt before. He leans forward to kiss her and she collapses beneath him, pulling him down with her, as she mutters "Oh God."
He grins, sliding out. "Like that?" He strokes her nipple with his hand underneath her.
"Oh God." The only words she can think of at the moment.
He lifts off her, flipping her over. "Good." He lets his hands graze over her body.
She shudders at his touch, his hands sending jolts through her highly charged body. "Oh, God."
He grins at her. "Glad you liked it." He lets his head dip, licking her nipple.
She jumps at his tongue, her body can't take anymore. "No, no more." She pleads, pushing his head away from her body.
Tony looks around, trying to find something to clean up with. He grabs some leaves, wiping himself.
He frowns looking up at her. "Spent?" He kisses her lips softly, rolling to lie next to her and stare at the stars.
She nods at his question, accepting his kiss, wondering what other sexual experiences await her. She feels him next to her and she snuggles a bit closer to him, her rapidly closer body seeking his heat.
Tony zips up and starts to head back to his car, scratching. He'd get her soon enough. But he certainly was itchy now.
He kisses her hair softly, coming down of the intense climax. He pulls off the condom, throwing it into the bushes away from them. "So this is better than the dorm?" He tries to think up conversation to fill time before she's ready for another go.
She likes the gentleness of his touch, after the roughness she begged him for. "I liked that a lot." She turned her head to look at him, "Is there more?"
He grins at her. "If you want more. You know I like it." She keeps him turned on.
He didn't understand her and she didn't quite know how to rephrase it, so she'd try another approach. "I liked how it felt when you hurt me." She frowns a bit, maybe that wasn't normal, after all they had pretty much done it same ways before, one or the other of them on top. "And I liked doing it like, um, an animal does." She blushes, that sounds so bad. "Are there other ways to do it?"
Tony pauses. It itches something awful. He unzips his pants, looking down. "Son of a bitch." His crotch is red and starting to swell. He stomps over to where he was, glancing at the leaves he had used. "Damnit." He'd used poison oak to clean up. He storms to the car, speeding off to the house.
He smiles, she really was a vixen. "There are other ways." He traces her jaw with his finger. "It's called doggie style Lizzie."
She giggles a bit, "Doggie style? You mean there are names for these things?"
He nods, stroking her chest. "Yeah. All kinds of names."
"For all kinds of things?"
"Exactly."
She turns towards him, raising herself on elbow, as she traces his jaw with her finger, "What kinds of things? Can you teach me?" She stops the movement of her fingers, "More things that hurt?" She strokes his jaw, "I liked that part."
He turns, sucking on her finger. "I'll teach you whatever you want." He grins. "I'm glad you liked the pain, it's really sexy that you do." He thinks of all the fun things he can try with her in the next month. He knows Tony thinks he'd be passing her on, but this one might be worth keeping for his own pleasure.
"Is it?" She feels relieved; she thought maybe it wasn?t right to feel that way. She draws her foot up and down his leg, enjoying the feel of his body. "It made it more intense." She withdrawals her finger from his mouth, and traces a path down his body, lightly touching him, then over to herself, to probe the tender areas which were still throbbing from the pleasure. She fingers herself gently, ensuring all was well, feeling how slick she was. She draws her hand back up and stares at it, glistening in the moonlight. She smiles at it, and draws it too her mouth, painting her lips with her own moisture.
He kisses her, tasting her fluids on her lips. "Very." He pulls her closer. "Ready to go again?"
"No, not yet." She leans back away from him, to stare at the stars. "Doug, look up there, what do you see?"
He stares at the sky. "Stars Lizzie. Why?"
"I see Bootes, Circinus, Libra, Lupus and Ursa Minor."
Doug smiles. "Never let it be said that Lizzie Bee isn't very intelligent." He stares up at the sky. "I wonder if the stars look the same in London." He wonders aloud.
"You can't see the stars in London." She knew this for a fact; she had accompanied her father there on his last trip there, when he was interviewed by some writer for The Economist, some kind of magazine, at an international conference.
He glances at her. "Damn." He ponders how to get other girls out late at night. "How do you know?"
She?s more interested in looking at the constellation Libra than explaining how she knows about London. She tries to not remember that, she and her Dad had stayed at some creepy Lord's London house, Lord John somebody, who drank like a fish and leered at her quite a bit. She shrugs, "Too much light from the City. That's Libra - like the Zodiac" as she points to the Constellation She had spent many hours studying the stars while everyone else was sleeping at Manchester House.
Doug slips one arm behind her head, staring as she points. "Right. That's my sign right?" His last fling had been into astrology.
"Well, that depends on your birthday - um, when is it?" She's a bit appalled that she doesn't know.
Doug glances at her. "October 3rd." He gives her one of his grins.
"Really? Then you are a Libra. The scales of balance - can you see them there?" And she points to the sky."
He's completely ignoring where she's pointing, having a naked Lizzie next to him too much of a distraction. "Sure. Right." He sucks on her neck a little. "When's your birthday?"
"February" She didn't like the fact that she was born on February 2nd, Groundhog Day, she had been subjected to way too many jokes about that - plus they were plying dangerous territory - giving a date might lead to a question about the year. Time to distract ? ?Aquarius. I'm exuberant, lively and an exhibitionist." Which was true, when you think about it.
Doug nods, letting his hand skim her body. "Quite the exhibitionist." He can feel his arousal growing again.
"Not really." She thinks about that, not at all, really. "What exactly are you going to do in London?"
"You are." He lets his thumb trace circles on her nipple. "Studying at the University of London. I'm going to get a Masters in Finance." He pauses; maybe she could come visit him. "You know, I wouldn't mind paying for you to come visit." She'd definitely be worth the cost of the ticket, if he couldn't find a girl to get him off.
She turns to stare at him; he wants her to come to London? "I couldn't." She wouldn't be able to explain that away to her parents.
Doug dips his head, sucking on her nipple. "Just a thought." He really didn't want to be tied to her anyway. It was just a summer fling.
She sighs, this was just for the summer, come fall, he'd be out of her life, she'd be back in High School, living at home under the stern eye of Helga, the nanny from hell.
He takes that as a sign she was enjoying what he was doing, letting his hand tweak her other nipple. He pauses, glancing at her shoulder before swatting and killing a mosquito there.
She startles when he hit her - during sex it was fun, but not when she was contemplating the stars - "What the hell was that for?"
He looks up. "Mosquito on your shoulder." He wipes away the bug parts.
"It is getting buggy." She contemplates taking another dip, it?s light enough with the moon and the stars.
Doug nods. "Didn't want you getting bitten." He contemplates another swim.
"You wanna swim again? Before we go back?" She is planning to sleep at his air-conditioned house, but she wants to clean up first as she refuses to shower there.
"We can." He wants an excuse to grope her some more before heading back. The cool water would help with his erection which had come back while he stroked her chest.
She gets up and walks to the shore, knowing he will follow her. She gasps at the coolness of the water, but she loves to swim, so she wades in and takes the plunge, swimming out as she chases the moons reflection in the water.
Doug follows her quickly. He swims up behind her, pulling her close to him.
She likes the feel of his arms around her, the quite surrounding them, the moon glow upon them, she leans forward to kiss him, lost in the magic of the moment.
He pulls her closer, deepening the kiss as he feels her body press against his.
It seems as though they neck forever in the cool water, she doesn't want this magic to end.
Doug finally glances around, noticing how dark it's getting. "We should get back." He murmurs to her, very softly.
"We should, I'm getting wrinkled." She really wants to get back to his car for round two, three? She sort of lost count.
Doug smiles, leading her out of the water. He pulls on his shorts and starts putting things back in the cooler.
She looks at her clothing scattered about, and decides to just carry it back to the car, so she can dry off on the way, and hopefully entire him to sully his seats. She picks up the blanket and shakes it a bit, then wraps herself in it and picks up her clothes.
He glances at her from the trunk of the car. "You are going to wear that home?" He smiles as he stares at her wrapped in the blanket.
She tosses her clothes on the floor of the jag and unwraps herself, she's dry, and folds the blanket, handing it to him. "No."
Doug swallows. "Okay." He can feel his body react to her. He shoves the blanket into the space behind the seats, sitting in the driver?s seat.
She smiles as she watches him get in the car, he's certainly got a hard on. She shifts in her seat and leans over to kiss him, murmuring in his ear, "How many girls have you fucked in the Popper?" She' guessing many.
He grins, pulling her closer. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He lets his hand slide between her legs.
"I would" as she opens her legs to his hand, "Actually I'm more interested in knowing how you do it." as she waves her hand at the shift console between them.
"Talent." He slides one finger inside her, fingering her clit slowly. "It's only a minor obstacle."
She adjusts more, adjusting her seat to recline more, so she watch the stars as he fingers her, and she leans back in her seat, making him lean over towards her and she raises her hands to her neck, caressing herself, then runs her hands down her body, massaging her breasts.
He watches her. "We should head home, shouldn't we?" He can't wait to get her into the sack again.
"Not yet." He's removed his hands from her, so she reaches down and fingers herself. If he doesn't want to participate, fine - she'd just take care of herself.
He watches her, shifting in his seat. He unzips his shorts, pulling out his cock. "You want this?" He decides to tease her a little.
"Don't need it now, I can do this myself." And she does just that, fondle herself. She wants to fuck him in the car - a hand job just won't do.
Doug pulls her hand from between her legs. "You should deal with what you created." He leans towards her, placing her hand around his shaft.
"You should deal with what you created." She flings back at him, as she strokes his cock once, slowly, and lets go to properly fondle herself.
He lets his shorts slide down as he leans across the console. "I will." He pushes her fingers out of the way as he reinserts his hand, stroking her clit.
"Not that way." And she removes his hand.
He groans. "What way then?"
She looks over at him and smiles as she adjusts the seat to lie flat.
He grins. "What makes you think you're worth of that?" He's crossing the console anyway.
She can tell he is teasing, but nevertheless, she merely crosses her legs in response to his tort, "I'm priceless."
He grins. "Says who?" He's kneeling over her now, leaning forward to suck on her neck.
"Says me" as she reaches down to stroke him, amazed that he fit in the tight quarters of the convertible.
He groans, growing in her hand. "Maybe." He reaches down to push her legs open.
She lets him open her legs, she's ready for him as all the foreplay had occurred in her brain long ago, she tries to move down in the seat a bit to give him a better angle to enter her.
He grins, inserting himself and finding a rapid pace. She's very wet against him. He kisses her deeply, feeling his climax building.
She moans as he enters her, this is better than she had thought it would be and she matches his pace, running her hands up and down his back, urging him on.
He's extremely turned on and climaxes quickly, thrusting deep and hard into her. "Oh god Lizzie." He keeps thrusting against her, slowing slightly.
She comes as soon as he stiffens with his climax, involuntarily clamping down on his cock as he spills into her, neither of them realizing they forget to use protection.
He grins, feeling her clamp against his cock, sliding out slowly. "Better?" He reaches down to slide the condom off himself. Wait, where is it? "Shit." He mumbles.
She leans back and looks up at the stars as he lifts himself off and out of her, vaguely hearing him curse.
He glances down at her, hoping to see the condom hanging out of her. "Fuck." He mumbles again, realizing his mistake.
The word fuck cuts through to her conscious, "What's wrong?"
He shakes his head trying to play it cool. "You forgot the condom."
She looks at him sharply, "I forgot? You?re the man, you're supposed to protect me."
He rolls his eyes. "It's your job to put it on me. That's how we've been doing it." He closes his eyes thinking. "Go jump in the lake. That will take care of it."
"I'm not jumping in the lake just because you fucked up."
"I'm not the only one here." He climbs off her, sitting in the driver?s seat and pulling on his pants. "It's not like you're certain to get pregnant anyway."
"Pregnant? Oh my God, I didn't think of that." As she stares at him in horror.
"Go jump in the lake." He urges her. He'd heard that would take care of the situation.
"Maybe if I walk around?"
He nods. "I think that works too."
She gets out of the car, grabbing her clothing and walks swiftly to the lake, diving in and swimming like the devil is after her, as she replays her conversation with Mal on this same subject. Just once won't matter, after all, look at all the married women, they aren't all pregnant all the time. And they certainly do it more than once.
Doug watches her swim. There's no way she's pregnant. He'd done it without a condom with a few girls and none of them ended up knocked up. They were just worrying over nothing. He'd reassure her on the way home.
She sees him on the shore, and feels a bit embarrassed, she really didn't want him to see her naked, now that they had, well, now that he blamed her for not being careful. Especially when he told her that first time not to worry, that he would take of things. She is cold though, and she wants to get back, so she emerges from the water, shaking herself a bit, and turns her back on him as she quickly dons her clothing.
He frowns, she was acting funny. He strides up behind her, pulling her against him. "Hey, it's going to be fine. We don't have anything to worry about."
She nods as she bit her lip, he certainly seemed to be worried about it, he?d made her jump in the fricking cold lake and swim around to get rid of his sperm as he stayed nice and dry on the shore. "I'd like to go back please." She didn't want to piss him off and leave her here in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night.
He turns her to face him. "We'll head back to the house." He kisses her forehead. "It's fine really Lizzie. I don't have anything you need to worry about."
She nods, she wants to go back to her dorm and take a long shower, but she'll tell him that after they get back to campus. She just gives him a smile, a rather brittle one, and softly says, "Okay." as he guides her back to the car.
Thursday, June 12, 1986 - Elizabeth Bartlet's Dormitory at UNH
Liz: Liz stumbles to the shower in her dorm; hot as the fricking dorm has no air conditioning, tired cause she and Doug had a huge fight once he realized she wasn't going to be sleeping with him last night, and sore from the rough sex . She walked into the shower, dismayed that she wouldn't have privacy in the group showers; Meg was there, looking at her curiously.
Meg:: Meg glanced at Liz. "Hey Liz." She hung her towel on the hook, scooting across to the showers naked. She looked at Liz curiously again. "What's up?" She starts the shower.
Liz: Liz wonders why Meg is looking at her that way, as she puts her stuff down and starts the water. She had showered late last night, actually early this morning, when she finally got back to the dorm, scrubbing away every vestige of Douglas Westin. She didn't sleep a wink. She had a rather restless night as her thoughts spun in an endless circle over the boyfriend's sudden change of attitude and personality, wondering how she had misjudged him so much.
Meg:: Meg glances at Liz across the shower. Liz looked like she hadn't slept. Meg bit her lip nervously, Tony had offered to set her up with Doug, after assuring her that Doug wasn't serious with Liz. "What's up?" She asked again, starting to soap her hair. Liz could tell her about Doug, although it looked like Liz had tripped recently and fell down the stairs. Maybe she wouldn't be up for talking.
Liz: Liz sighs as she looks down her body, the bruises she saw forming last night looked worse this morning - she had marks and scratches on her neck, her hips, her legs. She had enjoyed his roughness, had encouraged him to hit her, but she never realized that this would be the result. They had really gotten into it. She looked over at Meg, who was staring at her. "I had a rough night." She turned on the water, wincing as it pelted down on her.
Meg:: Meg nods. "Fall down the stairs?" They had both seen Beth trip the week before. She paused. Time to bite the bullet. "Hey Liz, what does Doug Westin like in a girl?"
Liz: Liz stares at her friend Meg, why on earth was she asking her about Doug? Surely she knew that they had been screwing one another, after all Meg was the one who forged her name every evening, signing her back into the dorm before curfew. She nods slowly, a fall would help to explain her bruises, "It was late and I didn't turn the lights on." She went back to gingerly washing herself, ignoring her other question.
Meg:: Meg nods, good it wasn't from Doug, although that did look like a bite. "I have a date with Doug I think. Are you staying for the Rush party?"
Liz: Liz stared at Meg, "You have a date with Doug?"
Meg:: Meg nods, washing her hair. "Maybe."
Liz: Liz bit her lips, determined not to show how much it hurt, as she realized that he had just been using her all along. Well, he had certainly taught her the full circle of lust, sex and rejection. She made an instant decision, "Have fun, I'm going home for the weekend."
Meg:: Meg pauses. "Tony said you guys weren't serious." She didn't want Liz pissed at her.
Liz: Liz gives her friend a tight smile, "We weren't. It was just a summer fling, you know he's leaving for London for two years?" She said that, more to convince herself than her friend Meg - that she was never serious about Doug. How could she be serious? He's six years older than she, a grad student. She's still got high school to finish.
Meg:: Meg continues to wash. "London? Cool. I'd like to visit there."
Liz: Liz smiles, a bitter smile as she thought of his offer, "Fuck him good, he'll offer to fly you over there." The more she thinks about it, the more pissed she gets, "Watch him, he'll try and buy you, he thinks he's fucking superior cause he's a fucking Westin, driving around in that expensive car, his own room at the house."
Meg:: Meg stops, this was a new side of Liz. "What's he like?"
Liz: "Doug Westin? He's a rich guy who just uses people till he gets all he wants out of them." She bites back her tears, "You know he's one of /the/ Westins - they own half of New Hampshire. "
Meg:: Meg nods. "What happened Liz?" She's never seen Liz say anything bad about him, maybe she didn't want to date him.
Liz: Liz looks Meg in the eye, she really likes Meg and doesn't want her friend to be deceived as she had been, by the shallow jock, blinded by the King of the Campus' interest in her. "He hurt me, Meg. He used me."
Meg:: Meg pauses. "He hurt you?"
Liz: Liz tries hard to hold back the tears, but the enormity of it all hit her, "Physically, mentally." Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she turned away from her friend, to let the cascading water wash away the tears as she cried, unknowingly revealed her back, the bruises on her hips clearly caused by a man's hands, scratches, bite marks.
Meg:: Meg inhales, staring at Liz's bruises. She decides that she doesn't want to be hurt like that. "I'm not going to go out with him."
Liz: Liz shrugs, "Your decision." And as she stands in the shower, she realizes that if she continues to act this way, she's letting him control her feelings, her actions. She squares her shoulders and turns off the water, turning to her friend Meg, "Go out with him, have fun. Use him a little, drive his car, make him take you out to dinner, make him buy you things. Make him do the things he never did for me. Let him see what it feels like, to have someone take him for a ride and then dump him. Let him see what it feels like." And she towels wraps herself in her towel, "Just remember, it's a summer fling."
Meg:: Meg nods. "You're sure you don't mind?" She really did want to date Doug. She had spent the entire previous semester sitting at his baseball games watching him.
Liz: "I never want to see him again." Liz gathers her things, "He's all yours."
Meg:: Meg finishes, turning off the water. "Thanks Liz."
Liz: Liz just nods and leaves the room, there's only two weeks left in the summer session. She can just catch a ride with Dad every night to the farm, tell him its too hot in her dorm. That was, she wouldn't have to ever see Doug again.
Meg:: Meg smiles, wrapping her own towel around her. She was glad Liz didn't mind, although the bruises worried her, dating Doug would be well worth it.
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Well I don't know where they come from But they sure do come I hope they comin' for me And I don't know how they do it But they sure do it good I hope they doin' it for free
They give me cat scratch fever Cat scratch fever
The first time that I got it I was just ten years old I got it from some kitty next foor I went and see the Dr. and He gave me the cure I think I got it some more
They give me cat scratch fever Cat scratch fever
It's nothin dangerous I feel no pain I've got to ch-ch-change You know you got it when you're going insane It makes a grown man cryin' cryin' Won't you make my bed
I make the pussy purr with The stroke of my hand They know they gettin' it from me They know just where to go When they need their lovin man They know I do it for free
They give me cat scratch fever Cat scratch fever
~~~~ Later that day, on the other side of campus....
Doug: Doug glanced at Tony as they climbed the stairs after lunch. He was furious with Tony and had been waiting for the right moment to yell at him about the night before. He had told him during lunch that he needed to discuss the upcoming Rush party in front of Sal, Brandon and Willie to ensure Tony didn't try to duck out on him.
Tony: Tony looks at Doug out of the corner of his eye, a bit warily. He seems pissed about something, and Tony hasn't a clue what that might be. Maybe cause he drove to the lake? He still itched, even though he covered himself with the caladryl and ointments the pharmacist had given him, once the fucking pharmacist stopped laughing at him. How would he have know he should have washed it off right away?
Doug: Doug opened his door and roughly shoved Tony inside, slamming it behind him. "What the hell man? What did you....? No, man, what were you thinking?" Doug's furious, glaring at Tony.
Tony: Tony is a bit scared, he's seen Doug pound the shit out of guys when he was furious. "What are you talking about?"
Doug: "Last night. What the fuck?" Doug glares at him, considering punching Tony.
Tony: "Last night? Sorry about that man, I thought we were meeting at the lake." He looks at Doug, time to set his plan in motion. "I thought you were going there with Meg - you know she's got the hots for you."
Doug: Doug rolls his eyes. "I was just there with Liz. You almost cost me pussy." He pauses. "That hot girl with the legs?" He was pretty sure Lizzie was over.
Tony: Tony smiled, Doug was finally ready to move on. He had been wondering how Liz held onto Doug's attention for this long, but after last night he had no doubts in his mind - she was one hell of fuck, he couldn't wait till Friday. He'd show the bitch how to treat a man with respect. "Yeah, she's been asking around about you, didn't want to step on Liz's toes." Time for the kill, "You interested? She's coming to Friday's bash. I can distract Liz."
Doug: Doug grinned, his anger dissipating at the thought of a new conquest. "Maybe. I was going to ask Lizzie to come, but she was pissed last night. Must be her time of the month."
Tony: Tony grinned, "She's pissed cause of me? Man, you don't want a woman like that, thinking she owns you just cause you spend some dough on her, drive her around, screw her."
Doug: "Not cause of you. She was just being a bitch." Doug paused. "Yeah, she liked demanding that I drive her around. Made me go pick up that friend of hers."
Tony: "Good looking women like that, she thinks the world owes her everything, just cause she's pretty." Tony said fanning the flames a bit, "She's probably two-timing you any way."
Doug: Doug looks up from his fridge where he was grabbing a beer. "What the hell?"
Tony: Tony shrugs, "Where is she when she isn't with you? She doesn't sleep here all the time."
Doug: Doug nods. "Yeah." He thinks, sipping his beer. "How else would she pay for that watch and those clothes?" He glances at Tony. "You seen her with someone?"
Tony: Tony leans forward, confidentially, "I didn't want to say anything, I thought you liked her, but ..." And breaks off, as though he doesn't want to tell him. Doug is falling for this hook, line and sinker.
Doug: Doug blinks, leaning forward. "What?"
Tony: "I've heard she goes to Professor Bartlet's office every single day, right after he's done with your class."
Doug: "What the hell would he want with her? She's in French classes."
Tony: Tony shrugs, "I didn't want to say anything, but she goes every single day and she stays awhile. They eat lunch together a lot, I saw them once, they were sitting outside on a blanket on the Quad, having a picnic together, talking and laughing."
Doug: Doug tries to control his anger. "You should have told me. Hell , it all makes sense though. That bitch." He thinks. "She lives on a farm." Tony: Tony frowns, he doesn't understand, "So what?"
Doug: "So, that how's she affording all her expensive things." Doug sits back.
Tony: Tony never thought of that, "Expensive things?"
Doug: Doug nods. "Her watch is pretty pricey."
Tony: "Really?" Tony hadn't noticed, maybe there was something really going on. He was telling the truth about seeing Liz and Dr. Bartlet eating lunch together. Maybe the Congressman had a thing for underage girls. Tony knew that he was married and had kids, little kids. Shit - she must be damned good in bed if she was screwing Doug and the Congressman. Tony couldn't wait for Friday night, he'd never had someone's mistress before.
Doug: Doug nods, downing his beer. "She's used to demanding things. You saw how she made me go get that friend of hers. Maybe she does the same thing with Dr. Bartlet."
Tony: Tony nods, "Some guys get off on that, they like women to pussy whip them." He's about to say more but stops, he doesn't want Doug to know he watched them. She did tie Doug up - and they were getting pretty kinky - maybe she's Bartlet's dom. What a scandal that would cause - an underage kinky hottie. "You know, if her parents are so broke, how could she afford the French Immersion classes? I'll bet he's paying for her to attend, so he can lay her during lunch."
Doug: Doug gets angrier. "I'm not pussy whipped." He tries to change the subject. "Tell me about Meg."
Tony: Tony can't help but prod his buddy Doug, after all, Doug kept Liz to himself for far too long. "Liz has been leading you around, man. Usually you've got two girls at a time, but not with her."
Doug: Doug glares at his friend. "Shut up Tony. And why have you been scratching all day?"
Tony: Tony laughs, "Thinking of Liz, man, I've got an itch for the bitch to scratch." Time to move Doug along, "Meg's been asking about you, she's been at all the ball games, keeping her eyes on you for a long time. Then, she backed off once you started fucking Liz. See, she's been like hanging back, waiting for you to ask her out, like a girl should." Doug nods, showing he's agreeing with Tony. "Tell you what, you take her to Rush Friday, and I'll keep Liz out of your way. Just like before, you just hand her over to me."
Doug: "Go for it. She's a good lay." He thinks. "Thanks man. I should get a new one."
Tony: Tony grins, Doug saw the light, "Bros before hos."
