When I first heard about the Paris Hilton sex tape scandal my thoughts drifted immediately to an unmarked VHS tape that sits hidden deeply in the back of my closet. A tape that contains similar activities between myself and the daughter of wealthy parents, although admittedly of a far less recognizable name than Hilton. Although she's no heavy partying socialite like Paris, my co-star does stand to inherit her own sizable fortune. In many ways the tape chronicles a strange four month period in my life.
I was a few months out of a serious relationship, and ready to start dating again. Lacking any immediate prospects from more conventional outlets, I decided to try my luck at internet dating. I had a series of mediocre dates and a few painful encounters that aren't worth relating. However, Robyn was a different story.
From her profile Robyn was 5'3" with green eyes and long dark curly hair. She was extremely cute, with a petite nose and round cheeks. Her smile was lovely, two rows of perfectly straight white teeth. She described her body with the amazingly vague term "average" that I've found can mean anything between "buff but I don't want to sound stuck-up" to "quite overweight" and even actually "average".
The contents of her profile were rather sparse and lacking detail. She described herself as politically moderate, enjoying movies and dining out, and as a non-smoker. She was twenty-two, a year younger than me, and a college student. I didn't feel I knew much about her from it, but her picture was cute enough to see if there were aspects of her personality that didn't come through online. I sent her a quick message introducing myself, pointing out a couple things I liked about her profile. I invited her to check out my profile and write back if she was interested.
Such messages have a low response rate, but in Robyn's case she wrote back a couple days later. Her e-mail was brief, explaining she wasn't really into e-mail or instant messaging but gave me her phone number if I wanted to call her. I called her that night, and we shared a pleasant conversation that was less awkward than I expected. She laughed at my jokes and seemed like a sweet young woman. I detected a hint of an East Coast accent on her, but she said she was born and raised in California, though her parents were from the East Coast. I asked if she wanted to get together for drinks that Thursday night, and she agreed.
Robyn looked even more appealing in the flesh than in her picture. Her smile was just as pleasant, and her body was nicely feminine, with medium sized breasts, an average sized ass, perhaps a few pounds heavier than her "ideal" but still very attractive. I'm in decent shape but no model myself, so I find such minor flaws attractive. Her outfit was nice, jeans that clung to her nicely without looking uncomfortable and a feminine top that wasn't too revealing. She wore a bit more make-up than I prefer but I was willing to look past that.
The conversation flowed easily, and she obviously enjoyed my sense of humor. She casually touched my hand or leg when talking to me, which I occasionally reciprocated. Essentially it was proceeding like an ideal stereotypical first date. I found it a bit odd when she mentioned that she'd never had a serious boyfriend, but that is sort of understandable considering that college often has more of a "hook-up" atmosphere. I also have a good deal of respect for women who are capable of being on their own for a while.
She admitted to having an early class the next morning and I told her I had to work the next day. We decided to call it a night. I excused myself to take a leak, and Robyn was still in the women's room when I finished. I asked the server for the check but she informed me my friend had already paid the bill. It was probably only thirty dollars of drinks at most, but it was still a bit odd for me to have a woman treat on a first date.
"Thanks for paying for our drinks," I mentioned to Robyn while driving her home, trying to sound casual.
"No problem," she replied nonchalantly. "My parents give me some "emergency money" every month and I'm happy to pay. I hope I didn't offend your sense of masculine pride or anything, I just know you probably don't make a lot as a teaching assistant."
"Right on," I responded. It was a little weird, but I figured I was a progressive enough guy not to complain about my date picking up the bill. I've heard more than one woman talk about not wanting to "owe" a guy anything by letting him pay.
We chatted a bit more in front of her house. Admiring her for a moment, I leaned in and kissed her. I was relieved when she reciprocated eagerly. After a few minutes of lip-locking I asked, "Can I see your place?" hoping to continue our session on her couch and perhaps let things get a bit heavier.
She hesitated and told me, "My roommate is probably already asleep, and we both have early days tomorrow. But maybe we can hang out again this weekend if you're not busy."
"I'd like that," I replied. "Is Saturday night ok with you?" She nodded, kissed me once more, and went to her door, waving before stepping inside. I felt almost giddy after our successful first date.
Saturday's date went well. Continuing our almost stereotypical dating pattern, we had a rather conventional dinner date. We talked about our families, and I learned that her mother didn't work and her father ran a business. She was evasive when I tried to probe further. I dropped it and switched to talking about my own family.
I also learned that she was Jewish although non-practicing, which didn't surprise me in hindsight. Given my Midwest upbringing I don't tend to recognize the usual traits. She had no brothers or sisters, and was rather jealous that I had one of each.
When the topic of sex came up I discovered her attitudes were a bit more liberal than I'd imagined. She felt that people should be able to do whatever they please behind closed doors, as long as everyone involved enjoys it. She elaborated to say that partners should be willing to try something just to please their partner unless it really causes them pain or distress.
"After all, I hope he'd be willing to do the same for me, and plus you never know what you like until you try it."
Before we ordered I said, "I insist that you let me treat you, after you were so generous to pay for drinks the other night."
"Ok, you can pay for dinner, but why don't you let me cover the drinks again?"
I agreed that was fair, and she picked out a bottle of wine that ended up being quite tasty. When the bill arrived, I saw the wine was $80, more than the cost of both our meals. She didn't bat an eye, casually taking a hundred dollar bill out of her purse and placing it on top of my credit card. I considered saying something, but chose to let it slide once more.
Money peculiarities aside, between the wine and looking at the pretty girl across from me I was feeling rather horny and hungry for at least a make-out session.
"Want to come see my place and watch a movie or something?" I asked her.
"Sure, that sounds good," she replied.
I don't remember what movie she picked from my collection, only that we were making out on the couch five minutes into it. She was as much the aggressor as I, grinding her clothed body against mine as our tongues and mouths intertwined.
"I think your bed would be more comfortable" she said after almost twenty minutes of blissful kissing. I agreed silently and led the way to my queen sized bed.
On the bed the clothes started coming off, and soon she was down to her matching stylish bra and thong panties and I was still in my jeans and boxer shorts. In a heated moment I reached to remove her bra, but she stopped me, and suddenly tensed up and moved away.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Is this too much? We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"No… its ok. It's me," she almost whispered.
