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She realized on their first date at the Burger Stop that he was 'careful' with money.
When the bill came, Tim quickly let her know that her half was $5.26. She rationalized it to herself later. This is the 80's. I hear women all over are paying for dates. Of course, their little town wasn't "all over." Dating fashions - like all other fashions - lagged at least a decade behind, and deep down she doubted that Tim was all that hip on fashionable dating styles.
But he was movie-star gorgeous, and he drove a great car and he was quarterback of the football team and she knew that his state championship ring would look so cute on a chain around her neck.
Their second date, though, was more of the same. The early movie instead of the later one. "Why pay full price? It's the same movie, right? Whether we go to the matinee or the regular show?"
When he put it that way, it made sense. And, after all, she was the head cheerleader and they were both headed to the State U next year, and they looked so good together.
Their third date wasn't really a date, but they were together so she counted it. Sharing a beer in the parking lot after the football game.
Sharing a beer? So, he's a little tight. That's a good quality in a husband, right? She knew he was planning forever like she was.
On their fourth date his frugality became a problem.
The Camero's back seat was cramped, but it was private, parked at the end of an empty cul-de-sac. They could have gotten a room at the Hi-de-Hole out on Route 5 - the desk manager there didn't check IDs - but he'd have had to pay for that, and the car was free.
His elbows were on either side of her ears and her face was pressed to his chest and one of her legs was propped up on the back of the seat. She already knew that she wasn't going to come while he fucked her. She'd come later, on her own, after telling her diary all about his crushing kisses and throbbing cock. She'd read about both those things in a Harlequin romance of her mother's. She wasn't sure at all that Tim's kisses and cock were nearly the same as Phillipe's were in the book.
He pushed against her, thrusting once, twice, hard. She felt it the same time he did. The small "snap" of two-for-a-quarter latex breaking.
"Oops," he'd said. Like it was no big deal.
After she missed her next period, there were no more dates. He took his football scholarship and went on to State without her. She stayed home and got a job waiting tables at the Burger Stop until the baby came.