She forced me into this house that I couldn’t afford the mortgage for. Our roller coaster relationship has now turned into a financial obligation, one that I don’t care to keep paying. Pam was my ideal girl when we first met five years ago. Back then, I was immature and easily naïve for her striking sex appeal. Her perfume smelled flowery fresh, reminiscent of a summer day, and it was entrancing. What I loved most were the little shirts she wore that exposed just enough cleavage to make me want more. Her confidence and her ability to always be right reminded me of my mother. That one trait should have steered me away, but I was willing to sacrifice a lot for the sex. Now, I wonder if that was such a good idea, as I stand amid the porch of her dream home. The surrounding white picket fence already showed signs of peeling paint, which could not hide the overgrown weeds it enclosed. I could see Pam peek through the porch screen door, biting her lip unconsciously, wishing this would all be over. In a weak attempt to look productive I fix the crookedness in the for sale sign. Pam calls to me, “Are you gonna clean this yard anytime soon? We’ll never get any responses if we can’t make this home look nice.” She walks away before I get a chance to respond. I thought her strong attitude was a turn on for awhile but now it’s what I despise most about her. It turns out she is my debt, my emotional obligation, that will not part until this house is sold.
When I come home from work the house is the last thing on my mind. There is anticipation the moment I walk in the door that I will be receiving more than dessert for the evening. Even though, our relationship is damaged, every time we have sex it becomes more resilient. That is the one thing I have always liked about her that has not changed. Her dominance in bed never gets old. After a long day of working with troubled teenagers at Middleton High Pam knows just how to reward me. I love her business suit, but I know in the office she is much more conservative, when she comes home she removes the jacket and pants, leaving me with what I like most; a black blouse buttoned right below her breasts and a hot pink bra with matching panties. I can smell cookies baking in the house, this is a sure sign that either Pam has done something wrong or I have done something absent-mindly good to her. At the moment this is all unimportant. Nothing could be more perfect, so I let her take control.
There she is standing in front of the oven, ever so confidently, because she knows her plan is working. For the past five years it has worked. She stares with such caution at my uncontrollable erection. “Do you want to try one of my cookies? I baked them just for you.” “Babe, in that outfit I would do anything for you.” She looks to her side and blushes. “Why don’t you sit down first, so I can give you a massage.” I want to resist and take her straight to the bedroom, but instead I let her lead me. She starts by slowly rubbing my neck, then, she moves her way to my shirt and begins to unbutton it. She returns to my neck this time gently kissing it. Then she whispers, “David, you know I love you right?” “Sure babe.” Now, I can see she is even more excited, so she takes my hand and rushes me to the bedroom. I unbutton the remaining buttons on her shirt and she pulls my shirt off too, but with more ferocity. I am pushed onto the bed and she crawls on top of me. The thought of her pink bra and panties makes my blood rush even more. Pam quickly unbuckles my belt and rips it off throwing its remains on the floor. Then she heads for my pants and takes them off effortlessly like she has plenty of times before. She makes her way towards my raging cock and smiles deviously before she grabs her dessert and devours it. I stop her minutes into it before I explode into her mouth. As she reaches for her panties I interrupt and remove them myself. The bra comes off last, because I love the way it makes her breasts look bigger. Finally, she mounts me and straddles my cock between her legs. She smirks at me attempting to look innocent, while she takes her bra off. I push her forward, closer to me, so I can kiss her wet lips. Within a half an hour of thrusting and moaning, we both scream in relief. She always comes first and I cum inside of her shortly afterwards. Laying next to Pam after we have sex is the most pleasurable and stress free position that can turn my mind and body numb. The life saver of our relationship is the sex. Nothing could be more perfect than this silent and reflective moment cuddled next to Pam. Suddenly, she speaks, “So, are you going to try one of my cookies?” I exclaim, “You couldn’t have offered at a better time!”
She makes her way to the closet for a pair of sweats and shorts for me. I follow her to the kitchen, the freshly baked cookie aroma still lingers in the air. She reaches down into the stove for my dessert and places the cookie pan on top of the stove. I immediately notice that each cookie contains a letter in pink frosting. I slowly read the letters, I-M. The following letters makes me quickly look away. The next letters read, P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T. After my discovery, Pam latches on to me in what seems like a desperately needed hug. I blurt, “When did you find out?” “I took the test yesterday and guess what it read.” Her sarcastic overtone irritated me. The last thing I need is her attitude. “So, you wanted to lessen the blow by prancing around here naked and baking me these cookies?” “I just didn’t know how else to tell you.” “Hhh—How did this happen you’re on the pill!” Her smile seemed to fade away once my reaction set in. “Babe, accidents happen. Aren’t you happy?” She speaks as if our long-term bi-polar relationship has changed overnight. “We can’t even pay the mortgage. How are we gonna afford a baby?” “Well, you can’t reverse what’s been done.” Shock overcomes my ability to comfort her. I am left speechless and she is left in disappointment. Now, I have yet another obligation to finance other than the goddamned house. Awkwardness fills the kitchen until Pam breaks the silence. “You obviously need some time to yourself. I’m gonna head to my sisters house and tell her the news. When I come home you better have something to say to me.” Pam tries to hide her emotions by leaving, but I can see she is destroyed. An alarm fires in the driveway shortly after she exits. I run to the door and watch Pam fumble through her purse and realize that she had forgotten the keys. I wait for her to acknowledge me in the distance standing on the doorstep with the flood light hovering over me. I wave the keys in the air and she comes forward, but doesn’t show any signs of amity as she accepts them. While she leaves abruptly to escape, I am left to eating the cookies all by myself.
I refuse to be labeled the bad guy in this whole ordeal, though Pam finds me easiest to blame. I scroll through my contacts list on my phone, and decide to call one of my close friends, Mike, for a last minute plan to go out. He suggests we go to, The Score, for a few drinks and some live entertainment. If anything can distract me from a situation it will either be sports or sex, but a combination of them both is enough for me to forget about Pam. I dial Mike’s number once again.
He answers, “Dave, my man what’s happening, we hitting up The Score, or not?”
“Sure thing, the C’s are playing.”
“Isn't your girl working there tonight?”, questions Mike.
“No, she quit a while ago, but her friend Tina will probably be there. I haven’t seen her in ages.”
“Sounds like VIP treatment to me! I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
Five years ago, when I was a freshman in college, I entered this bar for the first time. It was there that I met a stripper whose tall body accentuated her thin figure, and her waves of blond hair flowed as she danced. Her eyes, were the most beautiful shades of blue, hidden gems covered up by excessive makeup. I could tell she was smart, because I remember seeing her on my college campus once before. Every drink she served me made me eager to learn more about her. I never thought that after all the drinks, beer and exotic concoctions, she carried to me that one day she would carry something else of mine. She bartended for The Score during the week and tripled her cash on the weekends disguised as Jamie the naughty school girl. I immediately found a sexual attraction to her, especially since I was studying early childhood education, a fantasy of mine unfolded that she could be my student and I could be her disciplinarian.
Mike nudges me in the club to awake me from a daze.
“Dave, what’s going on with you and Pam. You look like you were just dumped.”
“It’s worse.. She told me today that she was pregnant.”
“Oh damn Dave, what are you gonna do?”
“I haven’t really talked to her about it, so I don’t really wanna talk about it now”
“It’s cool.. lemme buy you a beer then, I’ll get Tina to bring it to you.” He winks at me suggesting he is devising a plan to lift my spirits.
A woman arrives with my beer wearing a black fedora, tilted downward, and looking very mysterious. She bends over to me, exposing her perfectly perky boobs in front of me. I am so mesmerized by her chest that her face becomes unimportant. Leaning in a little closer to my face she asks, “Your friend told me your girlfriend broke up with you. You poor thing.. Do you wanna come with me for a bit. I won’t tell anyone.” I figured at this point with a couple of beers consumed any woman would be appetizing. She walks me to the back room, a familiar place that is dark with only one black light illuminating it, and sits me down. “Your friend wants you to have one song. But I promise I’ll make it good.” I try to imagine this woman is Pam, but I can’t hold back my urge to want this woman to satisfy me. As I watch her dance to a hip hop song, she bends over ever so often and touches her toes, then she walks a few steps closer and drops to her knees, inches away from my crotch, I could see she is enjoying the show from down there. Now, she turns around and sits on my lap with her back towards me rubbing my knees gently, carefully enough not to touch my cock. I know this routine well, “Turn around”, I insist, so she obeys, and I take advantage of the position and suck on her large perky breasts. With every suck she gets more aroused and starts to grind faster to the vibrating beats. Then, as the song approaches its end, she slows down the pace, stands up and prepares her pitch with a wide smile, “what do you want the next song to be?” As I try to shake off the erection I kiss her on the cheek and say, “maybe next time.”
When I get home Pam is asleep and sprawled out in bed, she must have assumed I wasn’t coming home tonight. With all the images in my head from the Score I decide to jump in the shower and release some tension. I knew that after tomorrow when Pam and I discussed our future it would probably be awhile before we would have sex again.
In the morning I awake in the guest bedroom, groggy, from oversleeping. The kitchen is my first destination, so I head there for some food. When I look into the refrigerator I see a dish of bacon and eggs covered by cellophane wrap. A yellow post-it is attached to it with a message.
Dave –
I went to the clinic today.
No worries.
Pam
I find my phone as quickly as possible and I call her, but there is no answer. How could she make such an important decision without consulting me? I dial her number again, but to no avail, because it goes straight to voicemail. We never discussed any options for the pregnancy, just like we never agreed on this house. Although Pam is independent, she is also impulsive, which means I discover things when it is too late. Hours pass into the evening when finally I hear a car door slam in the driveway. Pam enters the house and she is dressed very casually in a sweater, sneakers, and jeans. Anxious of her day, I blurt,
“Where did you go?”
She sighs, “Didn’t you get my note?”
“Yea, but you couldn’t have possibly gone through with it.. DID YOU?”
“I should have told you, but I know how you feel. You still want to go to grad school, and well we have the house, and..”
“Babe, please tell me you didn’t do it.”
Before she delivers the news, she walks towards the couch, but does not sit down. Then she looks up at me, “I made a walk in appointment over at Planned Parenthood today cause I wanted to know more information just in case. While I was there they recommended I take their pregnancy test to get, I guess, official results. So I did, and I waited an hour, and then they told me it was negative!”
“Oh, my god!” I can’t help but to hug Pam over joyously and I am so thrilled that I lift her off her feet.”
“This is great news Dave.. and I think we should celebrate. You deserve something real special. That’s why I’ve decided to invite Tina over for dinner tonight.”
Without any hesitation I ask curiously, “Tina from the Score?”
“Yup, and I’ll be baking you a lil something”, she reveals as her hand caresses my back.
I can't control my urge to fantasize, “What do you have in mind?”
She holds me tight and whispers in my ear, “Dirty dessert”.
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