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Harvest Of ExpectationsChapter 4: Time Of Reckoning free porn video
September 1973
Jim had learned over the years that there times when he would do things and have second thoughts afterward. When that happened he would think over what he should have done and faced up to the consequences of his own acts.
"Thunderpussy is sure mad at you," Rich told him as he slurped down a cup of coffee.
He stretched and the muscles in his shoulders pressed at his tee shirt.
"She came storming in to her apartment just as Chelsea and I were starting to relate to one another."
"I can't say that I'm surprised," Jim answered. "Maybe I can talk to her..."
"Don't bother," was all Rich would say.
Jim knew that he'd disappointed a lot of people. Rich was the obvious one, who had set up the whole encounter with Ashley. He had left with Chelsea thinking that he'd solved Jim's problem once and for all.
Of course Ashley was most disappointed of all. She'd had Jim in her sights and he, somehow, gave her the slip at the last moment. She had to accept that Jim would never be comparing his lovers to her for the rest of his life.
"Can't forget Chelsea."
Ashley's roommate and understudy had long been eager to slip between the sheets with Rich. But, Ashley was a very competitive person and always seemed to seize the moment before Chelsea could make her move. Chelsea must have thought that her big chance had finally arrived and then been snatched away from her.
The final person was himself. If he had carried through he would be making breakfast for Ashley that very moment. His problem would have been solved (and then some). He wouldn't be waiting for Rich to get back on his case for squandering his best opportunity to join the ranks of the initiated. After all, Ashley wasn't so bad—and he had stood a good chance at experiencing that tongue thing that Rich spoke about.
"Sorry I messed things up," Jim said before Rich could finish off his coffee. "I'm sorry about you and Chelsea, too."
"Don't be sorry about that," Rich replied with a big grin on his face. "After Ashley burst in she told us the whole story. Then, we had to console her."
"Console her? What do you mean by that?"
"You know," Rich said, "help her get her equilibrium back, get her straightened out. It took a lot of consoling. It turned out that she could only be consoled in the nude. Chelsea and I were already nude."
"I think I've got the picture," Jim said. "So, it was Rich Garland to the rescue."
"It's not how I planned it," Rich went on, "but sometimes a man's got to adapt, and I know just how to do that when things need to get done."
"Well, it looks like everyone's getting laid but me," Jim sighed.
"It's your problem now," Rich answered. "I tried my best. You're going to have to work it out for yourself. In the meantime, I didn't get any sleep last night, so I need you to make me another pot of coffee."
"Then, you're not mad?" Jim asked as Rich marched down the hallway toward the bathroom.
"No, not really," he answered over his shoulder. "I think I pushed too hard. My way might have worked, but it didn't. You need to work things out for yourself your own way."
Jim dumped out the old grounds and spooned some new ones in the percolator.
"So, I was right after all."
He plugged in the coffee pot and then raised his arms to stretch. He reached for the ceiling—he reached hard. Perhaps it was something beyond the ceiling. It was difficult to tell. He put his arms down and his body felt relaxed and comfortable. A stretch of the body or soul was always good for a person's own comfort, inside or out.
Rich came out of the bathroom and made his way to the coffee that was just finishing and poured some into his cup. He was blowing away the steam rising from the surface, sipping in some the hot liquid.
"I'm going to invite Hildy to come down for the Colgate game," Jim announced.
"Sounds fine to me," Rich replied. "Are you going to take her to the fraternity party, too?"
"I think so, at least for a little while."
"Up to you," Rich said. "I don't know if that's what I would do."
Jim understood what Rich meant. Post-game parties at the frat lodge were for young men trying to make time with cute sorority girls, rock bands with oversized speakers and cute sorority girls competing with each other. The parties didn't attract many receptionists and fifth year students.
"I see what you mean," Jim said. "It wouldn't look right to go to the game and then skip out on the party."
"What do you care what it looks like?" Rich answered. "The younger guys would be worried about what things look like to you, if there was any justice in this world."
So often, Rich had the answers.
"But, there is seldom justice," Jim said. "I'll keep up my end and worry about the rest later."
Rich nodded and bent down over his coffee. Jim knew that soon he would be sprawled across the couch catching on his lost sleep from the night before. It was the Sunday before Labor Day. Classes would be starting in two days. Jim decided to go to the campus bookstore and hunt for his textbooks. He began thinking about his first class, Advanced Thermodynamics. He had an idea for his Final project, too and would stop in to see his advisor after class.
As he was driving down the hill toward the campus he thought about what he would plan for Hildy's visit. It would be important to get things just right. The thought crept into his brain that she might not come.
"We'll put it to the test."
If not, perhaps reconciliation with Ashley would be in order. He knew how she would make it hard for him, but in the end she would give in. They didn't call her Thunderpussy for nothing, and what was the use of having a nickname like that if you didn't trade on it? Perhaps the aborted coupling would make Ashley twice as eager to please. And, maybe he would get in on that tongue thing after all.
As he stopped at a light he chased the thought away.
"I'm pretty sure that Hildy will come."
Hildy was late—by just a little. Jim began pacing, just the same.
"Maybe she got lost trying to find the place."
"Would you relax?" Rich scolded. "She's only fifteen minutes late. And, if she can get on the right road, that Rustmobile of yours out in the driveway is sure to guide her in.
"I suppose," Jim said, "but I hate to think of spending all of yesterday cleaning up the apartment and then getting stood up."
"It was two hours," Rich corrected, "and the place needed it. I was beginning to think the Health Department might condemn us. Now, stop pacing. You're making me nervous."
Rich was waiting for Hildy to arrive. After saying 'hello' and a few minutes for pleasantries he intended to disappear and leave the apartment to Jim and his date. He planned to go the game, of course, and had a pair of tickets but no date, so he had some work to do.
"Hello, anyone home?"
It was Hildy. She bounded down the terrace steps outside the apartment.
"In here, Hildy," Jim yelled back as he was scrambling for the door.
He hadn't seen her for over three weeks. He knew he was being silly, of course, but wondered if she looked the same as she had when he saw her in August.
"I hope she didn't change her hair or something."
Women got a little crazy when it came to things like that, in Jim's experience, and three weeks apart could make for a lot of changes.
He finally caught sight of her. She was smiling and Jim felt better. She hadn't changed her hair, and he liked that, too. What he saw behind her he didn't like. It meant complications and his careful plans cast awry, failure.
"I brought Darlene with me," she said.
Jim braced himself. He had nothing against Darlene. He only knew her a little. He knew she was Hildy's best friend, and that was fine. The only question was, 'Why Darlene now?'
"Hi, Darlene; nice to see you."
They went inside where Rich was waiting. Jim introduced Hildy and Darlene. He could see that Rich was surprised at how tall Hildy was. Rich was six-two, making Hildy almost as tall as he was. He was looking at her, and Jim could tell in other times and circumstances Rich would be thinking certain thoughts. Jim noticed Rich turning his attention to Darlene.
Darlene could hold her own in the looks department. She wasn't as tall as Hildy, by far, nor as slender. She had a pleasant face and wavy chestnut hair, which she tied back. Her buxom figure had a way of saying 'come on in'.
"Let's give them the tour," Rich said.
It was a short tour: bathroom, bedroom, bedroom, living room, kitchen, end of tour. Jim suggested they go outside so he could show them the view of the town below and the University across the valley.
"Do you mind if I use the ladies' room first?" Darlene asked. "It was a long drive.
She didn't wait for an answer, but made her way down the hallway. Hildy stepped outside with Jim. Rich stayed in the kitchen.
"See the stadium over there on the slope on the right?" Jim asked. "That's where we'll be in about an hour."
"My parents insisted that I bring Darlene along," Hildy explained without waiting for the question.
"We have a baby-sitter?" Jim sneered.
"Not a baby-sitter," Hildy insisted, "more like a chaperone."
Jim could tell that Hildy was upset.
"I'm sorry, Hildy," he said. "I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just that..."
"I understand," Hildy said, "but that's not all. They made Darlene and me get a motel room. I have to show them the receipt when I get home."
"Receipt? Is that what they think of you? I would have told them to take a hike."
Hildy's lip was quivering. She was trying not to cry. Jim knew he had gone too far.
"They're my parents," she mumbled. "They might not think much of me, but they're my parents, just the same."
Jim put his arm around her shoulder.
"It's alright, Hildy. Let's just forget it for a while. Right now I've got to get a few things arranged that I wasn't expecting."
"Like what?"
"For starters, we need three tickets to the football game, and I have only two."
"I knew this would go all wrong," Hildy blurted out, and this time he thought that she was really going to cry.
"Don't worry. Rich has an extra ticket that he's not planning to use. I'll buy it from him."
They went back inside the apartment. Darlene had emerged from the ladies' room by that time. She and Rich were in the kitchen talking and laughing.
"Jim, this is perfect," Rich said as Jim and Hildy walked through the door. "Darlene's going to use my spare ticket to the game. After the game we thought that we'd stop at the frat lodge for a drink or two and then come back here and grill some steaks."
"Perfect!" Jim agreed. "Where are your seats?"
"Section H-5. What about you?"
"C-3. It looks like we'll have to split up when we get to the stadium and meet up at the frat lodge later."
"Fretloje"" Hildy asked with that confused look that he'd seen before.
"I'll explain later," Darlene said.
Some people thought that Jim was too serious when he was at parties. They told him that he should have more fun. He tried, but it wasn't always easy.
Jim parked in the fraternity's parking lot and left his car there and he and Hildy walked the half-mile to the stadium. It beat paying for parking in the stadium lot, with an after-game traffic jam on the side. Better yet, it was the perfect setup to pop into the house for an after game drink and then make a quick escape at the right moment.
Jim and Hildy did meet Darlene and Rich at the gate after the game and they walked down the hill together. As they ambled down fraternity row they could hear the delighted squeals of co-eds as fraternity brothers from the various houses chased after them. Their own House was not far off. As they approached a little closer it became apparent by the noise that the after-game party was already under way. It didn't matter that Campbell had won, which was usual when they played Colgate, the after game parties had their own life. Jim was unsure that he wanted to go inside but he wanted to give Hildy the total football weekend experience, so he took her inside just the same. Rich and Darlene were stopping in, too.
The parlor furniture and carpet had been moved aside to prepare for the band that would arrive later. The bare hardwood floor made the house even noisier that it would have been. In the foyer there was a set up of a beer keg and a punch bowl with some punch glasses inverted on a white tablecloth. The brothers and their dates, and also some as yet unattached co-eds and brothers were milling about carrying fresh drinks.
"What's in the punchbowl?" Hildy asked.
"They're called 'Silver Moons'," Jim explained. "Vodka, grapefruit juice and confectioner's sugar."
"What proportion?" Hildy asked.
"Depends who's making it."
"I think I'll pass," Hildy said "Can I have a beer instead?"
Jim drew two beers from the keg. As he looked around he saw Ashley and Chelsea standing together in a corner drinking Silver Moons. He surmised that they weren't yet attached for the evening, although that was sure to change after the band started.
"That girl is looking like she knows you," Hildy said when Jim handed her the beer.
Sure enough, Hildy was referring to Ashley, who was giving Jim the eye, but not in an admiring way. It had been three weeks and Jim had thought that Ashley would have gotten over her disappointment.
"There are things that some people never get over."
"Hildy, it's a fraternity house. I know everybody."
"Well, she's looking at you like she doesn't like you—or maybe she doesn't like me."
Ashley and Chelsea started whispering to one another and giggling. Then they made faces that appeared to mock an unknown entity.
"I think they're making fun of your date," Hildy said.
Of course, it was true. If he confronted them they would only deny it—after making a scene.
"No, I don't think so," Jim said.
Every time he told Hildy a little white lie it backfired on him, and this little lie had backfire written all over it.
"I know they're a lot prettier than me," Hildy said, "and smarter, too. I guess they've got their reasons.
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