While Tiffany passed the joint back to Wallace she saw Darin and Sheryl in the Bel-Air.
She always had the hots for Darin and hoped that one day Sheryl would dump him. But tonight all she cared about was partying with Wallace, getting stoned and then doing her other fulfilling her other desire.
Wallace took his hit on the joint and handed Tiffany her a can of beer.
Darin glanced to his right and saw Wallace and Tiffany smoking a joint and drinking beer in the car next to him.
He knew Tiffany wanted him but a party girl was not his style. He felt so lucky to have a girl like Sheryl.
Darin and Sheryl continued to watch the movie while they cuddled.
The Dirty Harry movie was in the middle of Act II when Darin decided it was now or never. But he was still nervous. He looked over to his right and saw Wallace in his Bel-Air, head leaned back and he could see the top of Tiffany’s head slowly bobbing up and down over Wallace’s crotch. Tiffany had a reputation for giving blowjobs when she was stoned or drunk.
Darin looked away from the Bel-Air and decided to go for it. “Ah, Sheryl, listen, Ah, I was thinking.”
“About what?” she said with her head rested on his shoulder.
“Ah, I, ah,” he said and got really nervous.
“What baby?” she said while she lifted her head off of Darin’s shoulder.
She noticed Tiffany’s head in motion over Wallace’s crotch over in his car. “Is that what you want? A blow job?” she said while motioned over at Wallace’s car.
Darin looked at Wallace’s car then back at Sheryl. “No, not that, I, ah, I, ah,” he said again the paused for a few seconds to let his stomach settle.
He then decided to get brave. “I was thinking. Why don’t after we graduate from college, we get married,” he blurted out and cringed figuring he screwed up.
Darin just knew he screwed up and should have left things the way they were. He silently prayed she wouldn’t dump him tonight.
“It’s about time you asked. I was starting to worry you would never,” she said then paused.
Darin was still nervous and her response didn’t sink in his head. “Does that mean yes?”
“Of course it means yes. I want to marry you,” she said then kissed him. “You’re the only one I want to spend my entire life with.”
“We’ll have a great life together. I’ll be a history professor at the university and you’ll be a nurse at the hospital,” said Darin.
“And a baby,” said Sheryl.
Darin nodded in agreement then they started to kiss. It didn’t take them long for their kissing to turn passionate.
He slipped his hand up under her tee shirt to cop a feel of her bra and could feel her nipples through the material. (To be cont...)
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