"A whole day to spend with each other!" said Tiffany, almost skipping along.
"I haven't spent a whole day with a woman in ... maybe ever!" said Chuck.
Tiffany stopped, and turned.
"We know we're compatible in bed," she said, smiling. "Want to find out if we're compatible in other ways?"
"Desperately," he said.
"I think there's an amusement park in Phoenix."
Twenty minutes
later they were dressed for walking, and talking to one of the cab
drivers out front. They asked him about amusement parks.
"Castles and
Coasters," he said, nodding his head. "There are some others, but
they're mostly for kids. You want Castles and Coasters."
It turned out
they were compatible out of bed too. They liked the same
kind of rides, and the same kind of junk food. He tried to win
her a teddy bear by throwing rings in the midway game area. By
the time he'd spent twice as much as a bear in the store would have
cost, she finally convinced him to give up. Then she crowed
triumphantly when, on her very first throw with a dart, she got her
pick of things on the third shelf up, where the good stuff was.
She picked a pair of pompons.
"You're kidding," said Chuck, feeling his prick stiffen.
"I told you I'd do some cheers for you," she said, smiling.
"Oh, baby," he moaned.
"Not this week," she said, off handedly. "It's the wrong time of the month for that."
He stopped, and wobbled. "You're not on the pill?" he asked weakly.
"Why in the world would I be on the pill?" she asked, waving her pompons in the air, experimentally. "I don't have sex."
"You had sex with me," he said, his face pale.
"As I recall,
you took me like a cave man," said Tiffany, jumping up in the
air. One bent leg went forward, and the other bent leg went
backward. Her arms went to her sides, and up, the pompons
fluttering in the air. She landed with her feet together, and the
pompons snapped down to her thighs. She looked like she was
standing at attention. "Look at that!" she said, beaming.
"I still have it."
"What if I got you pregnant, Tiffany?" he moaned.
"Like I said,
wrong time of the month. Now, when you come see me next two
weekends from now, and I'm ovulating ... THEN you might get me
pregnant."
"I'm coming to see you?" he said, weakly.
"You'd better," she said. "After all you've put me through this week, I expect great things from you, Chuck."
"I just signed a contract!" he groaned.
"Me too," said Tiffany. "That's why you have to come see me in two weeks."
"Huh?" he looked confused.
"The only way I
have of breaking my contract is the pregnancy clause," she said.
"School doesn't start for three months. I can get out of
teaching at six months. That gives me three months to move to ...
where did you say you live?"
"Hampton," said
Chuck, looking for a place to sit down. All there was handy
was a coin-operated cartoon-looking car. He got in, scrunching
his knees up against his chest.
"What are you doing?" asked Tiffany, laughing.
"I had to sit down, or I'd fall down," he explained.
"Well, as I was
saying, that will give me three months to pack up and move to Hampton,
where, the school year after that, I hope to find employment."
"You're coming to Hampton?" he asked, sounding dazed.
"Sure," she said
off handedly. "I know a guy there. I'm hoping he'll let me
crash with him ... just until I get settled and have the baby and all
that."
"Are you nuts?!"
he gasped. "You can't just get pregnant to get out of teaching,
so you can come shack up with me. That's insane!"
"You don't want me to come to Hampton?" she asked, sounding injured.
"Of course I do!" he yelled. "But you can't just come shack up with me. You have to marry me!"
"I thought you'd never ask," she said, beaming. "I accept."
He banged his head three times, trying to pry his body out of the kiddy car. She laughed, instead of helping him.
He wanted to go
back to the resort ... to celebrate, but she insisted that they stay at
Castles and Coasters for a little while longer. Then she took him
shopping, and after that to dinner. On the ride back to the
resort, she reminded him that the group was meeting in the hot tub.
"I can't wait that long!" he moaned. "I just got engaged. I want to celebrate!"
"You can
celebrate after the hot tub," she said. "Just drag me away
from the group by my hair. I know they'll understand."
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't lose control again like that."
"You mean all this delaying stuff I've been doing is going to come to nothing?" she asked.
"You've been teasing me?" he yelped.
"It's just practice for when we're married," she said, grinning.
Chuck and
Tiffany got to the hot tub a little late. That's because Chuck,
once they were at the room to change into swimming suits, ambushed
Tiffany, the way she had ambushed him. He didn't drag her
by her hair, but he put her on the bed the exact same way he'd done the
last time. She fought, and she fought hard, but he was too strong
for her. Once he penetrated her, though, all the fight went
out of her. From then on, he had to concentrate to keep from
being bucked off the mare he'd chosen to ride.
