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From: Alexis Siefert <ealexissiefert@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Tight (MF) {Alexis S}
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Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2004 06:10:05 -0400
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it for something, please ask first.  I'd love to hear
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Alexis
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Tight
(MF)
By Alexis Siefert

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 80s.  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 Camaro'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. 

Cheap bastard.

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