Double Dump

My group of friends in high school included two girls, Heather and Paula. They were both attractive in different ways. Paula was short with blonde hair, and had a highly celebrated derriere. Heather was more of an obvious beauty, with long flowing hair, fair elven features, and an arresting feminine attitude that beckoned on the one hand, and was forbidding on the other.

I had a car and the girls called me to run them on the slightest of errands, and I was more than happy, grateful even, to oblige. Paula kissed me, a quick peck on the cheek, as I dropped her at Heather's house one day. My friend Mike witnessed it from the passenger seat, who thought of himself as a modern day Casanova and wore underwear that said "Home of the Whopper" on the crotch.

"I can't believe she kissed me!"

Mike smiled, "Why not? You're a stud."

My mind was swimming and my stupid grin lasted the evening. The next day, I knew what I had to do. I gathered my courage, dialed the phone, hung up, dialed again, etc. Finally I let it ring, and she picked up.

"Paula?"

"Hi Scott!"

"Uhhh. How's it going?"

"Good, how's it going with you?"

"Good." Long uncomfortable pause. "So, er, I was just wondering, you know, if maybe you might, uh..."

"What?"

"Uh, would you like to, you know, go with me?"

"Yes I would."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Ok. So I'll see you later?"

"Ok."

Paula's was the first breast that I ever touched, and that only happened because she grabbed my hand and put it there. I was like a kid with a new toy, but it took me a full minute to realize what I held in my hand.

As I had encountered before, as sweet as it may seem to some girls, my innocence was a novelty at first, but it didn't take long for her to get bored. My best friend at the time, George, looked like the inspiration for a sculpture of an ancient Greek athlete. He had olive skin in the dead of winter, and was a top student. Rumors surfaced that Paula and George were sleeping together, but I didn't believe it. Eventually I couldn't ignore the rumors anymore, and confronted Paula, who assured me they weren't true.

"You know what is sad?" Paula asked me once. "After people break up they never seem to remain friends."

"Well, we don't have to worry about that, we're never going to break up, right?" Hello? McFly? Is there anybody in there?

Heather called me as a concerned friend, "Paula is making you look like an idiot. She and George are together almost every night." Which was plausable, since Paula was always busy, and never by the phone anymore.

"You're probably right; I don't know what to do."

"I'll tell you what to do, come over here and be with me."

"What?"

"Are you saying that you don't want me?"

"No, but I'm not broke up with Paula yet."

"Well that's just a formality. Paula doesn't give a shit about you, but I love you. I want to marry you; let's go to college together and become lawyers. We'd make a great team."

I couldn't believe my ears; in my heart knew that Heather wasn't being real. She was terribly competitive with Paula, and lately Paula was all the rage while Heather was barely on the radar. But still, I liked Heather long before I did Paula, but never thought I had a chance. She was seductive and beautiful, and it was easy to let fantasy overshadow reality. Soon I was spending all my time with her.

Our incestuous group went to a video arcade together, and that is when the hammer finally dropped. Paula took me aside and told me point blank: "It's not working out between us. I think it's time to end it."

"Ok, Paula, good luck with George." She didn't seem surprised that I knew.

Heather took her place like a billiard ball with perfect backspin.

"I'm sorry Scott, but things aren't going to work out between us after all."

"That's ok Heather," I said with a smile I didn't feel, "Good luck with George."