Who Was I Fooling Pt 02

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Who Was I Fooling? - Part 2

The year was 2009

After that lunch conversation, Belle was suddenly entrenched along with Taylor and Kylie as one of my BFFs. She spent the first half of every lunch with her group at her table and then joined me at my table for the second half.

She suddenly appeared in my group chat with Taylor and Kylie. She called me every day. She met up with me at least once a day in the halls at school. She also took to calling me "Noise" which she learned from Kylie and Taylor.

My first date was on the Friday two weeks later with Micah. The plan was to double date with Belle and Garreth Cooper. Belle wasn't in a relationship at that point and said she wanted to audition Garreth for the role. Garreth, she informed me, was a good choice because he was best buds with Micah-- a fact I did not know, but Belle did.

The plan was to go to dinner downtown in New Bern then drive out to a large cowboy bar in Greenville that had two-step and line dancing on Friday nights.

Tuesday afternoon after school, Belle prepared me for the date by dragging me to a boot shop called Tracie's which was all the way in Wake Forest. She picked out a cowgirl outfit for me which consisted of a blouse, an amazing pair of boots, a very tight pair of bootcut jeans, and a cowgirl hat.

The blouse had a bit of a plunge and put the top two inches of my girls very much on display. The jeans looked like I'd been poured into them. In all fairness, those jeans were magic. They made my ass look utterly phenomenal.

As soon as Belle saw me, she said, "God damn, I'd kill for tits like yours!"

The young woman helping us at the shop burst out laughing. "Ain't that the truth!" she said.

I balked at buying the outfit, so Belle emotionally blackmailed me into it by texting pics to Taylor and Kylie and saying, "She says she doesn't like it and she's not comfortable wearing this." I was instantly outvoted three to one.

My misgivings about my outfit ended the next evening when I saw Micah's face in the lobby of the restaurant. The expressive joy on his face at my appearance was like a Schedule II narcotic injected straight into my bloodstream. He had the look of a guy who'd just won the lottery.

Micah was very handsome in his own cowboy outfit, with his shirt giving good definition to his broad shoulders and narrow waist. I couldn't believe that this was going to be my first official date.

Garreth fussily arranged it so he and I were sitting side by side at the restaurant. When Belle complained, he said, "Shit, I'm doing this because I want to be able to look at you tonight, Belle." I thought it was artless, but it made Belle laugh.

She fired back at Garreth. "You do realize this means I won't be looking at you?"

This rejoinder made both Garreth and Micah hoot with laughter. The uncomfortable tension was suddenly gone.

Dinner conversation was light and flowed easy. I learned that Micah was actually intelligent and an excellent conversationalist. I asked him about that. He laughed and said. "It's the home schooling. I spent more time talking to adults while I was growing up than most kids. It is familiar and comfortable."

I found out that Micah worked part time for his oldest brother, who owned a business that used drones to map properties, and photograph roofs. He was planning to attend NC State to study electrical engineering and had already been admitted on an early-decision application.

As we entered the cowboy bar, a hundred men watched Belle and I walk over to have a seat at our table. "Jesus, you're an attention getter," Belle enthused. "It's not just me," I replied. I was extremely intimidated. Belle laughed about it.

The waitress approached our table with a tray loaded with four beers and two Jumbo frozen Margaritas. The waitress, a pretty slender woman wearing jeans, a black hat, and tight tee shirt that read "Somebody's Problem" introduced herself as Trixie.

"These drinks are 'for the pretty ladies at that corner table'," said Trixie. She pointed at the three men who bought each round. All three were strapping grown-ass men wearing starched western shirts, hats, and boots.

Thankfully, Belle took charge of the situation. "Trixie, we aren't aiming to get you into trouble. We are not old enough to drink those legally."

Trixie said, "Oh honey, neither one of you look too young to drink. With tits like hers and an ass like yours, not one person in this place is going to question you." She winked and said, "I sure won't tell nobody. It'll be our little secret." It came out strangely flirty. I was certain that Trixie had just looked straight down my shirt.

Belle blushed and said, "Well, we don't want to give those gentlemen any false encouragement. Our dance cards are full this evening. How should we handle this?"

"I'll take them back and tell the bartender not to send any more out," replied Trixie. "You guys want a pitcher of non-alcoholic beer? We don't sell it to underaged, but like I said, no one will question you. Domestic pitchers are on sale tonight. You can look the part, taste the life, and you won't get 'high schooled' on your first night out."

Belle said, "That'll be great!"

The guys were shocked and amazed.

"You two better show us a good time tonight," Belle said to Garreth and Micah. "We've got options, here."

Before the pitcher arrived at our table, men started lining up to ask Belle and I to dance. They didn't bother asking Micah and Garreth if that was okay first. Belle stepped and said in a flirty tone, "Sorry cowboy, my dance card is full this evening." I took to saying the same thing.

After the pitcher came, Belle asked me, "Have you ever two-stepped before?"

I shook my head.

"The cadence is quick-quick, slow-slow," she said. "You are going to be the mirror opposite of Micah." She pointed out on the dance floor what she was talking about.

"Micah," she said, "Garreth said you know what you are doing. Do you think you can show her the ropes?"

"Sure thing, Ma'am," he said as he tipped his hat at her.

Belle said to me. "You will be moving backwards to start, so you need to step back with your right leg first. It is his job to make sure you don't fall or run into anyone. Come on Garreth, let's kick up some dust."

Micah canted his head towards the dance floor. "Willing to give it a shot?"

I'm not a particularly graceful woman and I'd never really done a two step before, but Landry and I both had some instruction in social dance through cotillion classes. We'd been taught how to rhumba, foxtrot, swing, cha cha, salsa, mambo, and waltzes, so I wasn't a total newbie.

Before the first song was over, I'd gotten the feel for the dance and I no longer had to count in my head. Micah was a very confident dancer and an excellent lead. By the third dance, Micah was leading me through complicated turns and spinning me around so much he was making me look like an all star. From time to time, I'd catch a glimpse of Garreth and Belle. Belle was having the time of her life. I'd catch her screaming out the lyrics, or lifting her hat over her head, or calling out a yee haw. Her energy was infectious and I found myself doing the same. We were injecting all sorts of energy into the room.

After the fifth song, a slow dance song came on. Almost all of the dancers collapsed in the high school "hug and rock" dance.

Micah pulled me in and kept a modest gap between us. "How'd you learn to dance like that?" I asked.

"Homeschool," was his answer. We both laughed.

I stepped into him and closed the gap. I pressed my girls right into his chest. Something in his face melted and he gave out a shaky groan, making both of us giggle. I put my hand into his back pocket and pulled his pelvis into mine. He was erect and poking into my belly. He was nervous about it, but I smiled up at him and winked to let him know I was okay with it. He seemed to relax.

We danced for almost an hour before we took a break. I didn't care for the beer very much, but I was so thirsty I drank a glass.

Trixie dropped by to check on us. She leaned low behind Belle and I and pointed a large man out on the dance floor. "Be careful with Lonnie over there. He's drunk tonight and talking a lot about you two. He doesn't like to take no for an answer."

She pointed out a very strapping guy with a large mustache who was loudly talking to anyone who would listen at the bar.

After sitting out a couple of songs, and fending off four more men in search of a dance partner, we went back out onto the floor. We only got three more dances in before another slow song came on.

We danced for less than a minute and then Lonnie and his enormous mustache was suddenly there tapping on Micah's shoulder. "I'm going to cut in," the man said. He was drunk and he was a half head taller and a hundred pounds heavier than Micah.

"No way, Cowboy," I said. "This dance is taken."

The man took exception to this and forcibly spun Micah around. "Get lost you piddlin' boy. It's time she danced with a real man!"

He pushed Micah until he fell over onto the floor. Micah popped right back up and to everyone's surprise, went chest-to-chest with Lonnie. Before a scrap could start, four enormous bouncers were suddenly there saying, "Lonnie, what'd we tell you about drinking too much? You're out. You can either walk out, or we can carry you out. Take your pick." He chose to walk. The bouncers looked relieved.

Micah and I resumed our dance and I said, "I can't believe you stood up to that guy. Can you fight?"

"Heck no," he said. "If anything had gone down, he'd have wiped the floor with me. My brothers taught me that to be a man, sometimes you have to pay the price."

When we went to pay the check and Trixie said to Belle and I, "I sure did love seeing you two here tonight. I hope you'll come back to see us again." She slipped a cocktail napkin into my shirt pocket. I saw her do the same to Belle. My napkin said, "If you like cowgirls too, give me a call," The note had a phone number. Belle's said the same thing. We laughed our asses off.

An hour later, Micah and I were at an all-night pancake house drinking a cup of coffee and having an amazing conversation.

I screwed my courage up and asked him, "Jenny Graylawn? Why her?"

He laughed ruefully. "Honestly, I was horny. I desperately wanted to experiment with sex. I want to try everything. She's pretty and everything I heard about Jenny convinced me she'd be down for sex. Then I started dating her. I was surprised to find she's actually a super-sweet girl with a kind heart and she's very vulnerable. She had a very difficult childhood. She was...well...exploited. She never knew it was ok to say 'no' to a sexual advance."

He shared a look with me. I was pretty sure he was telling me she'd been molested as a child.

"A lot of unscrupulous assholes took advantage of her and most of the incidents which gave her that reputation were technically assaults," Micah said with a fair amount of anger.

"She was delighted to be dating me because I was a good guy and she thought I would help her reform her image. After I got to know her, I just couldn't bring myself to have sex with her. I couldn't bring myself to use her like those other guys did. She pushed me and pushed me to have sex with her, but I just couldn't do it.

"A month ago her personality suddenly changed. She had always been so sweet and kind to me, but overnight she turned dismissive and full of contempt. I forced a confrontation and she admitted she was having sex with someone else. I broke it off. That weekend, they caught her in that coat closet with her dad's business partner. People assume that he was arrested for public indecency, but that's not true.

"I was interviewed by the police to see if I knew anything about her relationship to the business partner. The detective let it slip that what he was arrested for was child pornography. He had videos of her when she was underaged. Very underaged.

"I went to see her after it all went down. Her parents were delighted to see me and thought that I would cheer her up, but she refused to see me or talk to me. Her mom called me the next day and asked me not to contact Jenny any more. Jenny didn't want to see me again."

"Wow," I replied. "That's very heavy. I've gravely misjudged Jenny."

"Most people have," he said.

"How about you?" he asked. "Why did you wait until the end of your senior year to suddenly start dating?"

I laughed. "The short answer is that I'm a dumbass and didn't realize I was scaring off the people who were interested in dating me. The longer answer is more complicated. The bottom line is that no one ever asked me out, and I took that to mean no one was interested in me.

"Until me," he said with a fair amount of satisfaction.

I laughed. "Funny you should say that, Micah, I don't remember you ever asking me for a date. What I remember is Belle telling me that we were double dating."

"You're right," he laughed. "I stand corrected. What is the deal between you and Belle anyway? I heard rumors that you were kissing in the hall?"

"Yeah," I said blushing. "We had a run-in that turned into some crazy brinksmanship. Before I knew it, she was kissing me in front of fifty people. I admitted to her that was my first kiss. Belle thought that was not acceptable and took it upon herself to intervene."

"Are you looking to fall in love?" he asked.

"Oh, heck no!" I exclaimed. "I'm about to head off to college and the last thing I want is a romantic entanglement. What I want is something like that program of exploration that you had in mind when you started dating Jenny. I'm eighteen years old and I've never been asked on a date or been kissed by a boy. I don't want to show up at college with zero experience. I told Belle I wanted a trustworthy discrete guy who would let me explore without being a pushy asshole. She set me up with you."

His shocked expression was so hopeful that it took an act of will not to laugh at him.

"Are you the trustworthy discrete guy that I'm looking for, Micah?"

An hour later we were making out in his pickup truck in a dark parking space in back of the pancake house. We'd been at it for almost that whole hour. The windows were fogged up and it was warm and steamy in the car. After the first few tentative kisses, we'd given ourselves a crash course in French kissing. It was a lot like what I did in the restaurant in Raleigh with Smith, only more natural and less mechanical.

As we kissed, our hands started exploring each other. He ran his hand over my breasts and when I didn't object or move him away, his hands became permanently affixed to my boobs. He caressed, squeezed, fondled, and pressed his fingers in against my erect nipples. It felt utterly amazing. Pretty soon, what he was doing to my breasts changed dynamically based on the moans and grunts I was making as we continued to kiss.

While he fixated on my breasts, I ran my hands over his chest, shoulders, and arms. Micah was not muscle-bound like mustache Lonnie, but he was strong and fit. I discovered through my touches that he was a very lovely specimen. I found myself rubbing my hand over his abs, which, being close to his crotch, were about ten degrees warmer than the rest of his body.

I was so aroused at that point, I felt like I was high. My panties were soaked and even my jeans were moist. I'd gone from 18 years of celibacy to rounding second base at breakneck speed in less than an hour and momentum was only increasing.

I decided I wanted to touch his bare abs. I pulled the tail of his shirt out of his pants and ran my hand underneath. He didn't have six pack abs, but he was fit and there was no belly fat. The feel of my palm on his muscular torso sent a tremble into my belly. At that moment, I wanted Micah worse than I ever wanted anything. My whole body felt like a coiled spring. My elbow brushed against his erection, which caused him to groan. I suddenly pulled away from him.

"Micah, I've never seen a penis before," I confessed. "Show it to me?"

He looked at my face for a few seconds until he realized my request was genuine. He reluctantly released my breasts from his grip, hastily unzipped his pants, and fished his cock out. It was a good looking cock with a proportional head and a smidge of upward curve. It was not huge, but was very healthy. Although I had no basis of comparison, it looked fairly thick. It bobbed in his lap. I noticed Micah was breathing pretty hard. His facial expression telegraphed that he was in the most exquisite kind of suspense.

I slowly reached down and carefully wrapped my hand around it. The surface was softer than I thought it would be, the core was harder than I expected, and it was so very warm. It throbbed very hard in my hand. I loved the way it felt. Micah groaned in pleasure. I squeezed my hand tight a few times and his cock convulsed in my hand as he grunted in pleasure. I chuckled in delight. It was absolutely amazing.

The expression on Micah's face telegraphed desperate need. I stroked my hand up and down on his cock like I'd seen women do in handjob videos. "Ah!" he said through gritted teeth. "That's a little hard," he reported.

"Sorry," I said. I did it again softer. Micah cried out, "Oh yeah, like that!" I repeated my softer stroke several times. It was not a natural or intuitive movement for me. I could see that he was shifting his pelvis to change the angle of contact, so I stopped.

I looked down at his cock and realized I was going to put it in my mouth. I don't remember ever making a conscious decision to do it, I just knew that was what I was going to do.

I climbed up on my knees in the passenger seat. Micah immediately figured out what I was doing and lifted the center console out of the way. While still grasping his penis I touched it with my lips. Micah made an otherworldly moan. I licked him. Licking the top or the sides got some appreciative grunts. When I concentrated on the underside of the head of his cock, the otherworldly moans came back.

I opened my mouth and slid the head of his cock about an inch into my mouth. Micah groaned so hard I thought I'd hurt him at first, so I pulled it out of my mouth. The plaintive and disappointed groan he made when I pulled out almost made me laugh hysterically. I asked, "Did I just hurt you?"

"No," he said breathlessly. "I got rubbed a bit by your tooth, but it wasn't bad."

I made a mental note to keep my teeth out of the way. I'd read quite a bit about blowjob technique and I knew I should give him a handjob with my hand at the base of his cock while sliding the head in and out of my mouth. I also know some guys varied as to how much suction they liked. I didn't use any, but allowed a light natural suction to form when I withdrew. I also read I should lightly slide my tongue against the underside of his cock, as he slid in so I did that. There were a lot of movements to coordinate and it wasn't intuitive, but I eventually became confident with it.