It was around 6 pm when Lynn and I finally woke up from our nap. Lynn woke up first and was lying there looking at me. I think she had been doing this for a while and I must have felt her staring at me in my sleep. I really don’t like when people stare at me while I am sleeping, it creeps me out. But waking up to Lynn staring at me was not all that bad.
Lynn smiled and left the bed. She had gone to the kitchen to make coffee. I decided to go pee, again. While peeing, I was thinking about everything we had done so far in the last couple of days. I was quite impressed with myself for still being able to hang with an eighteen-year-old. I thought that was long gone years ago.
The coffee was ready when I got to the kitchen. Lynn was pouring both of us a cup. I thanked her and took mine to my chair in the living room. Lynn followed and sat at the end of the couch. Her new clothes were still lying there at the other end, from last night. The ones she wore out with me were still in a pile on the floor. I was thinking, 'We need to clean this up.'
We sat quietly drinking our coffees for a little while. I finally broke the silence and asked Lynn, “Why are you so quiet, baby?”
“You haven’t said a word since you woke up,” I said to her.
“I know. I am just thinking. I guess,” she answered.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“I was just thinking about you and mom. I was wondering what you guys were like when you were young,” she said. “Did you fool around before you got married? Or was mom a virgin until then?” she asked.
I always knew this conversation would happen someday. I guess today was as good a day as any. I decided to refill our coffees and tell Lynn the story.
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My wife Pamela, Pam for short, and I met when I was seventeen-years-old. Pam was slightly older at eighteen. I was working at a gas station pumping gas. Yes, back then someone pumped your gas for you. Pam came in with a group of girls to get gas for their car. She was sitting in the back, but I noticed her right away.
Pam was gorgeous. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I don’t think I was even paying attention to the driver about how much gas she wanted. I kept watching Pam through the window. She was smiling and laughing with her friends. She had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Her laugh was contagious.
Pam had an amazing face. She looked like a goddess from the old stories. She had long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her teeth were so white I thought she could blind someone with her smile. From what I could see of the rest of her it was equally perfect. I didn’t have the best view from my angle into the back seat where she sat.
I tried to get a better look at her by washing the windows. It helped a little, but only for a minute until I had to move to another section. Like I said before, I wasn’t really paying attention to the driver about how much gas she wanted. I guess she only wanted five dollars’ worth, but I filled the tank instead.
I apologized and said, ”Don’t worry about it. I guess my pay this week will be a little short.” It was worth it though.
Pam and her friends drove off laughing and waving. I just stood there waving back looking like a total dweeb. I couldn’t believe I never got her number or even name. I sucked.
The next day, Pam came into the station by herself. She was driving her mom’s car. She pulled up to the pumps and got out before I could reach her car. I almost passed out when I saw her.
Pam had on a white bikini and sandals. She looked like she had just stepped out of one of my porn magazines. Her blonde hair flowing behind her. Her blue eyes were shining brightly. Her white teeth gleamed inside beautiful lush lips with just the right amount of lip-gloss on. Her firm breasts were exposed just enough to drive me crazy inside her small white bikini top. The flat stomach that told me she worked out. Great hips that were just curvy enough to draw attention to them. And a set of toned legs that seemed to go on forever. I was in heaven.
Pam was talking to me, but I didn’t hear a word she said. I was so lost in how good she looked, I couldn’t pay attention to anything else. I am pretty sure I was standing there with my mouth hanging open and a really dumb look on my face. Pam finally got my attention by snapping her fingers and waving her hand in front of my face. I closed my mouth and stared right into her eyes.
Pam started talking again. “Can I get five dollars’ worth please?” she asked, “And please don’t overfill it like you did my friend's. I don’t want you to lose your whole paycheck,” she was saying with a smile.
“Yes, ma'am. I mean, no problem. I won’t overfill it I promise,” I said trying not to fumble my words.
Pam smiled and handed me a five-dollar bill folded up. I stuck it in my pocket and went around the car to start putting the gas in. I kept looking at her and she was smiling while motioning for me to watch what I was doing. I laughed a little and looked back at the pump. I stopped it exactly on five dollars and put the cap back on the car. Pam got back in and thanked me as she drove off waving. I waved back.
I was sad to see her go. I thought to myself, 'You idiot you didn’t even get her name or number.' I was never good with girls and this just proved it. I really was just a dweeb.
I walked into the office to put the money in the cash drawer. I took the five out of my pocket and unfolded it. A piece of paper fell out and hit the floor. I stood there for a second confused and then bent down to pick it up. It was folded up. I unfolded it and read what it said.
On the paper was a name and number with a note saying call me some time. Her name was Pam. She wanted me to call her. I had to sit down. I thought for sure I would pass out this time. I stared at the note for a long time. A customer needing gas finally snapped me out of it. I put the note in my pocket and went to help the customer. I was beaming the rest of the day. Every time there were no customers, I would take out the note and look at it again.
I rushed home after work. I was really excited to call Pam. I started to call her at least a half-dozen times but kept hanging up. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to say to her. I was never good in social situations. I was even worse with girls. I called a few of my friends to get advice but they were no help. They sucked with girls too.
I kept debating on what to do. I tried to go over a conversation with her in my head. That was pointless. She would never sound like the way she did in my head. I was scared to death to call. I had already looked like a dweeb twice now in front of her. I didn’t want to sound like one too.
By the time I got up enough courage to call, it was too late. It was past 10 pm and we weren’t allowed to call our friends after 10 pm. This was a rule in everyone’s house, so I am sure it was in hers too. Her parents would kill me if I called now and it would get her in trouble too. I didn’t want that. I would just have to try again tomorrow.
Tomorrow came, school and work didn’t go fast enough for me. I rushed home again after work. I wanted to call her right away even though I had no idea still what to say. My mom was on the phone when I got there. She was talking to one of her friends about some recipe she wanted to make. I was frustrated and kept pacing in the living room. I really wish we had cell phones back then as I could have used one about right then.
My mom must have noticed my pacing and figured out I was wanting the phone. She hung up and brought me the phone. I thanked her and went to my room with it. Wasn’t sure what I was going to say to her, but now was the time either way. I dialed the number and tried to breathe while waiting for someone to answer. I was nervous as hell.
'Oh my god.' Pam answered the phone herself. I froze. I couldn’t speak or barely breathe. I must have sounded like a perverted caller heavy breathing on the phone. I need to calm down and say something.
“Helllllo. Pam. This is Paul. Paul from the gas station. You gave me your number and said to call you,” I finally blurted out quickly.
“Hi, Paul. Yea, this is Pam. Nice to finally know your name. Glad you decided to call me,” she said very calmly “How are you?”
“I... I... I am doing ok,” I said sort of stuttering. Clearing my throat, I then asked, “Why did you want me to call you? Did I mess up and give you the wrong amount of gas or something?” I asked while thinking that was a dumb question. 'There I go being a dweeb again.'
She laughed and said, “No. You did it right. I just thought we could talk and maybe get to know each other. You seemed like a nice guy. I hope it is ok that I gave you my number. I know girls aren’t supposed to do that, but I am pretty sure you are an ok guy.”
“Wow! Thanks for saying that. I try to be a nice guy. You seemed like a nice girl to me too,” I said a little calmer now. “Did you have fun with your friends the other day? Where were you going?” I asked trying to be nice and keep the conversation going.
“No prob. Yea we had fun. We went to the park to hang out and then to the movies. We got to see My Best Friend's Wedding. It was a really good movie,” she said.
“Cool. I’ve never seen it, so I will take your word for it,” I said with a little chuckle in my voice. “Maybe we could go see something sometime if you want,” I said before I realized I had said it. Not sure but I think I just asked her out.