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Before I had time to
reply, she was opening the door and stepping back into the dining
room, forcing me to follow behind, dumbfounded. Had she said all that
because I seemed miserable with Damien? Did she really think Colton
was a better choice for me? Was he a better choice for me?

I did find him
attractive, though not as attractive as Damien. Their looks were
completely different. Damien was the rugged type. He oozed confidence
and looked like a rock star on most days, even when he was being
lazy. Colton had boy next door looks. His smile was charming; his
features were warm. He seemed like the type of guy who would cuddle
you on cold nights and bring you flowers. Damien looked like he would
fuck you bow-legged and leave your bed empty the next morning.

For the rest of the
meal, my thoughts were consumed with who was the better choice. I
hated this emotional tug and pull on my heart. While I loved Damien,
I did want all the things Tanya had spoken of. It would be nice to
date someone with the same interests, someone who enjoyed going out
with me, someone who wasn't so uptight all the time, someone who
didn't have issues expressing how he felt.

By the time we had
split the bill and were parting ways, I felt stressed and emotionally
frazzled. I was so out of my mind that I even hugged Vinny before I
took off to my own vehicle. When Colton pulled me aside to ask if I
wanted to go to the movies the following day, all I could think about
were the things Tanya had told me, and my lips almost involuntarily
said yes. Then he was gone, and I was sitting in the parking lot,
realizing I had screwed things up even further with Damien by
agreeing to go on, what was pretty much a date with Colton.

With a sigh, I
started the engine and drove home, my mind a swamp of unpleasantries.
As soon as I got there, I sent Damien a text to let him know I had
gone out with Tanya and was going to bed early, then I took some
sleeping pills just to get away from having to think about
everything. Hopefully, I'd wake up refreshed the next day and better
able to sort my feelings.

Saturday came, and
my mind was only the slightest bit clearer. I knew I still wanted to
go out with Colton. Maybe if we had a date together, it would help me
decide how important that aspect of a relationship was to me.

The only problem was
that I was going to have to tell Damien about it, and I knew he
wouldn't like it. Surely, disobedience at this level would earn me
one of his harsher punishments. My ass tingled at the memory of the
spanking I had received last time I pissed him off. He managed to
turn my greatest kink into the worst pain. Would he do the same thing
this time? Not likely. Damien was creative. He rarely used the same
punishment twice.

A little before
noon, Colton called to ask what time I wanted to go to the movie. I
decided to leave it up to him. The night would be more enjoyable if I
didn't put restrictions on my time, even if that meant missing out on
seeing Damien. While I did want to see Damien, I felt like this was
more important at the moment. Besides, there was always Sunday. It
wasn't like I'd have to go the entire weekend without him. And all I
really had to look forward to for my disobedience was punishment.

While a small part
of me hoped that Colton would want to catch an early showing, I knew
I shouldn't be surprised when the three o'clock showing he picked
overlapped my time with Damien. I said yes, and it was done. Now all
I had to do was make the phone call.

For something like
this, I didn't think a text was sufficient enough. Plus, I was kind
of curious about how Damien would react. An hour before it was time
for me to leave to meet Colton, I called Damien. He picked up on the
second ring, his voice full of concern as he asked what was wrong.

“
Nothing,”
I replied, trying to keep my composure. Telling Damien that I
wouldn't see him made me nervous. He wasn't prone to yelling, but for
some reason, that was all I could picture in my mind. “I won't
be able to come see you this afternoon,” I told him.

“
Why not? Are
you sick?”

“
No. I'm going
out tonight.”

“
This is kind
of short notice. You know that weekends are our only time together.”

That's your fault. I
would come see you during the middle of the week if you just asked.
But you don't want that, for some unexplained reason.

“
I'm going out
with Colton tonight.”

For several moments,
he was silent, as if he didn't know what to say. Finally, he spoke,
“Am I going to see you this weekend at all?”

“
I'll be there
on Sunday, as usual.”

He let out a sigh.
“Chey, I thought I told you I don't want you seeing that boy.”

“
You did. And
I'm blatantly disobeying you.”

“
Why?”

I took a deep
breath. “Because I want to. Because I need to.”

“
Know that
doing this makes me
very
unhappy.”

“
I do know.
And I also know you'll punish me for it.”

“
I will,”
he paused. “Before I let you go, I need to know if there's
anything going on between you and this boy.” His voice was
disturbingly calm, which bothered me.

“
No. There's
nothing going on between Colton and I.”
Not
yet, at least. Who knows after this evening? I don't even know what
to expect, or what I'll do if he does make a move on me. I just don't
know.

“
Alright
then. Have fun.”

It wasn't until I
heard the dial tone on the other line that I realized how fast my
heart was racing. For as short as it was, the conversation had been
intense. There was tension in both of our voices, but yet we had both
retained our composure, showing no signs of emotion toward one
another.

I decided to try not
to think about it. The night belonged to me, and I needed to make the
most out of it if it was going to be worth the punishment that would
follow. Meticulously, I tried on four different outfits before I
settled on a black paneled skirt with a gray button down blouse and a
pair of black ballerina flats. I straightened my long red hair and
did my makeup, primping and adjusting until everything looked
perfect. By the time I was done getting ready, I felt like a
princess.

My effort didn't go
unnoticed. When Colton and I met up at the movie theater, he
immediately complimented me. It felt good to be told I was beautiful.
Of course, what girl doesn't like being told she's attractive?

He paid for the
movie, a fantasy flick with an entwined love story. Then we stood in
line for popcorn and talked about the stuff we had done during the
day, or rather, lack thereof. Colton seemed nervous, which I found
absolutely adorable. He had dressed up for the occasion too, or at
least looked like he had. Instead of his normal jeans and T-shirt, he
was wearing a blue and white stripped polo shirt with khaki slacks.
The smell of his cologne was a bit overwhelming, but the fact that he
had gone all out just added to his charm.

As soon as we sat
down in the theater, Colton raised the arm rest and set the popcorn
between our laps. I was happy he did. The thought of having to stick
my hand in his lap for popcorn brought perverted thoughts to mind.
Not that I would mind giving him an imaginary hand job, but it
probably wasn't the kind of distraction I needed when I was trying to
sort my feelings out.

About halfway
through the movie, Colton sneaked his arm around my shoulder, though
he made no move to scoot closer to me. My entire body tensed from the
contact, but I didn't push his arm away. Just the feel of a part of
him touching a part of me made me a bit uneasy. Was that right? It
was normal to be nervous when you were on a date with a boy for the
first time.

When the movie was
over, Colton asked if I wanted to go to out for ice cream. I agreed,
since the night was still young, and I didn't want to go home. Eating
ice cream would be quick and fun. Besides, it had been forever since
I'd gone to an ice cream parlor.

He offered to
carpool, but I insisted we take our own vehicles.

At the ice cream
shop, I made a real pig of myself, ordering double fudge ice cream
with brownies mixed in, whipped cream, sprinkles, chocolate syrup,
and a cherry on top. Colton laughed at me as I dug in with fervor,
moaning from the rich taste.

“
Wow,
you really like ice cream.” He grinned.

“
It's
good,” I said with my mouth still full.

He ordered boring
old butter pecan. A small. Making me look like a whale with my
heaping seven servings of ass-expanding chocolatey goodness.

“
Are
you having fun?” he asked.

“
Yeah.
I'm having a great time.”

I was having a great
time, wasn't I? If it was true though, then why was I thinking about
Damien. Perhaps it was just remorse for blowing him off. It was so
rare we got to see each other. Couldn't I have picked a school night
to disobey?

“
You
seem kind of out of it,” Colton commented.

“
Sorry.
I was just thinking.”

“
About
what?”

“
About
Damien,” I replied guiltily.

“
You're
not going to see him tonight? I thought you spent time with him on
the weekends.”

“
I
blew him off to come hang out with you.”

“
Oh.”
He seemed genuinely surprised, and pleased. “Well, that makes
me feel special.”

I didn't know how to
respond, so I said nothing. Colton was special, in a way. There was
no way I'd take a punishment for just anyone. How special was he to
me though?

We spent the rest of
our time at the ice cream shop in almost complete silence. I was too
busy stuffing my face to say anything, feeling bad I had ordered a
mountain of ice cream while he had only ordered a little.
Unfortunately, ice cream doesn't keep well, so I felt like I had to
eat as much as possible so it wouldn't go to waste.

By the time we were
done eating and started out to the parking lot, my stomach was
beginning to ache. I had eaten too much too fast, and I was certain
I'd be paying for it later—was already starting to pay for it.

“
Do
you want to do something else?” Colton asked.

“
No.
I think I best get home.”

He looked at his
watch. “But it's only seven. We still have the whole night
ahead of us.”

“
I
know, but that ice cream really did me in.”

“
Maybe
we should go do something to work it off.” Colton gave me a
devious look, and my mind instantly filled in the gaps. “I
mean, like playing pool or bowling or something,” he continued,
trying to play innocent. That was so totally not what he had meant.

“
No.
I'm too full. I should really go.”

“
Well,
you're no fun.” Colton frowned. “Tomorrow then? We should
hang out tomorrow.”

“
No.
Tomorrow I have to see Damien.”

He sighed, “Well,
I suppose I can't horde you to myself all the time, though I'd really
like to.” A smile spread across his lips, that same charming
smile I was growing to love, though there was something different
behind his eyes. “I had a really good time.”

“
Me
too.”

That's when he
stepped up to hug me. His embrace was tight, and it lasted for far
too long. It reminded me of the way Danica hugged Damien, and I
didn't like it.

When he pulled away,
his face was close to mine. Dangerously close. I could feel his
breath on my skin, and then I realized what was happening. His
actions were fast, but everything seemed to be going in slow motion.
It was the moment of truth. What did I want? What would I do? I only
had a fraction of a second to decide.

Before his lips
could reach mine, I turned my head. The kiss he placed on my cheek
was lingering, but when he pulled away, I could see the hurt in his
eyes.

“
I'm
sorry. I thought . . .” he stuttered.