We spent the rest of the class talking about things like how to tilt your head, and not to lead with your tongue or devour her face. We then watched videos of some terrible on-screen kisses. When Kate pointed out what caused them to look fake, or just awkward, it was easy to see how to fix them. She then switched to scenes she felt worked.
Then Cheryl and I practiced kissing. What surprised me was Mr. Happy never made his presence known. The desire to be conscious of every detail was enough of a distraction to allow me to remain professional. It seemed to help Cheryl also. By the end of class, I felt I had learned something that would help in both my modeling and the movie.
I WAS AT PAM’S FRONT door right at eight o’clock. It’s a Midwestern thing; we never want to be late. They lived in one of the new subdivisions, and the house was very comparable to the one the Doles lived in. I rang the doorbell, and a stunning woman answered the door. I imagined Pam, twenty years older, but with a boob job.
“Come in. You must be David. I’m Lacy, Pam’s mother,” she said as she took hold of my wrist and pulled me into the house.
I was immediately having fantasies of a mother/daughter threesome. Then I almost passed out when the blood supply suddenly left the big head. In pranced a slightly older version of Pam in a bikini top and hip-hugger shorts. I must have been standing there with my mouth open because this goddess giggled.
“Cora, this is Pam’s boyfriend, David.”
Hey, what did she just say? I fought to snap out of my sexual fantasy haze. I noticed Lacy was now holding my hand. Cora came up and kissed my cheek, causing me to become dazed again. She grinned at my discomfort.
“Hi,” Cora said.
That was when Pam came out in an outfit similar to her sister’s. I made a decision to look into California real estate if this was how their women looked and dressed. She gave me a sly look and planted a searing kiss on me in front of her mom and sister. I gave up and turned control over to the little head as a reward since he’d had been good at my acting class. I think cupping Pam’s derrière might have been a step too far.
“What the hell!” I heard a male voice say.
I looked up at what must be Pam’s dad. He was six-one and looked to be about 200 lbs. He was in board shorts and a Hawaiian print shirt. Her dad looked like he had come off the set of those ’90s beach shows like Baywatch. The combination of his good looks and Lacy made gorgeous kids. Pam spun around in my arms and planted her butt right on my hard-on.
“Dad, this is David,” Pam said.
He smiled at me, letting me know he wasn’t mad and came up to shake my hand.
“Call me Cal,” he said with a firm grip.
“Nice to meet you, sir ... Cal,” I stumbled.
“It’s a school night, so why don’t you take David to the basement,” her dad suggested.
At this point, I was on autopilot as Pam grabbed my hand and led me to the basement. I walked downstairs and decided I wanted to be adopted. This was the ultimate Man Cave. It had a huge TV with six additional screens, three on each side. I could imagine watching seven games at once. There was a fully stocked wet bar and a poker table. They also had an area with a big sectional couch that looked perfect for making out.
Pam let go of my hand and turned on some music. She got me a Mountain Dew and had me sit on the couch. She sat across from me, and had a crooked smile on her face like she was up to no good.
“So, did you fantasize about taking my virginity all day?”
“All I could think of was if that was your first time, you’d kill me once you figured out what you were doing. I have to say, you scare me a little bit.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t think I’m ready for you. All I can think of is how hard I’d fall. I’m not sure I’m ready for the kind of relationship I’d want with you.”
“What if I told you I was willing to wait? I think you might be worth it.”
I groaned. She didn’t even know me that well, and she was telling me what I wanted to hear. I wondered if she was doing just that: just telling me what I wanted to hear, not what she meant.
“Just so I’m clear: you’d be happy with a friends-with-benefits type of arrangement?” I asked
“If there’s room for more at some point down the road,” she said, letting me know she was looking for a relationship. “For now, I’d like to get to know you better, and see what happens.”
I wasn’t sure what to think. Pam was sexy, but was I ready for her? Sexy as hell won, without even a fight. I got up, scooped Pam out of her chair, and laid her back on the couch. We were making out when I felt like I was being watched. I broke our kiss to see Cora smiling at us. I knew I wasn’t ready for both of them at once. Pam gave her sister a questioning look.
“Dad sent me down to make sure you two had your clothes on.”
She was enjoying this too much. I jumped up, grabbed her, tossed her on the couch with her sister, and then pounced on them. She squealed.
“Your dad didn’t say anything about you losing your clothes!” I teased.
She stuck her tongue out at me. Pam and I decided she needed to be tickled. Cora finally admitted defeat. Her shrieks caused Cal to come downstairs to see if I was ravishing his daughters. He went over to the huge TV and put on Monday Night Football. It looked like our fun was over. Lacy came downstairs with popcorn, and I soon found myself watching the game with the family. The Ravens were playing the Saints.
I was happy to see no one was interested in the game. Cora was home from college. She was a freshman and had rushed a sorority. She was telling us about all the fun she was having with her new sisters. Pam bragged on me for my modeling and landing a movie role. That seemed to be a big deal. Some of the kids that went to their old school were making a living doing TV and movies. She then told her sister about being a cheerleader.
I stayed a couple of hours and when it was time to go, Pam walked me out.
“When can we go out again?” she asked.
“How about Saturday night? Of course, by then you might not want to have anything to do with me.”
“Why’s that?”
“If we lose, it might not be safe to be seen with me in public. The town might want to lynch me.”
“I think I’ll risk it,” Pam said, and then closed the door.
Chapter 23 – The Storm
Tuesday November 25
When I woke up it was thirty degrees outside. I almost went to the health club to run, but I forced myself to go out into the cold and pound the pavement. Once I got going, it felt good, but the first serious taste of winter was in the air. I could see the clouds starting to roll in. It seemed like Thanksgiving week always had a bad storm. I was hoping today wasn’t going to be one of those days.
I shortened my run and came home. When I’d showered, I went down to breakfast and was surprised to see Angie there without Greg and Kyle. I could see she was waiting to talk to me, so I acted like it was normal for her to be there and ignored her.
“Is it supposed to snow today?” I asked.
“I think I heard we were going to get a couple of inches,” Dad told me.
“Well, get ready, it’s cold out there. Grits sound good this morning. Anyone want some?” I asked.
“Aren’t you going to say good morning to me?” Angie complained.
I went over and kissed her cheek.
“Did you finally figure out what a horrible mistake you made marrying my brother, and moved back in?” I asked.
“David Allen Dawson, you watch your mouth,” my mother chided me.
“Yes, ma’am, but she didn’t answer the question.”
“No, I still love him. I need to ask you a favor.”
“Ask away, sister-in-law of mine.”
“I want to bring Mac on vacation with us. There’re some family issues, and I think Kyle would do better on the trip with her there.”
“What kind of issues?” Mom asked.