It wasn't Rebecca after all

The basketball game is a huge disappoint, both teams played so badly that neither deserved to win. Paul and you decide on a comedy club for the date, then head to your room to wait.

Tina knocks on your door ten minutes early. When you open it she pulls you into a deep kiss before you can even say hello. Her tongue dances around yours while her hands roam over your body. You turn her around enough to look over her shoulder and see Paul staring at the display with his jaw hanging open.

Tina pulls out of the kiss and whispers into your ear, “I can't wait to suck your cock. I meant to do it earlier, but I was too overwhelmed by that fucking you gave me. Don't let me forget again, I need your dick in my mouth soon.”

“No problem,” you tell her as calmly as you can. You pull back and look at your gorgeous girlfriend. She's wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but they're tight and show off her slender, toned body nicely. Her hair is pulled back into a couple of bouncy red pony tails, very playful. The two of you settle down on your bed to watch TV and wait. Tina's hands roam over your leg playfully as Paul steals glances from his desk chair.

Soon there's a knock on the door. You hop up and say, “That must be Rebecca.” You reluctantly pry Tina's hands off your legs and open the door.

“Hiya, Simon!” says Cassie, the cute nerd-girl from your trig class. She's wearing a “Macs suck, PCs blow” t-shirt and a bright green pleated skirt. She puffs hard to blow a lock of strawberry blonde hair away from her black framed glasses. Then she says, “Did Paul get you those notes from class that I lent him?”

“Uh, yeah, thanks. Come on in.” You wave her inside and get close to Paul while she chats with Tina. In a hushed voice you say to him, “You moron, that's not Rebecca, that's Cassie.”

“Oh yeah.” He shrugs. “There's a lotta hot blondes in that class.”

He's right. Cassie isn't as curvy or as sophisticated as Rebecca, but she's an adorable bundle of energy.

“Oh wow!” says Cassie as she bounces to a shelf. “You've got the best CD collection! We should put on some music!”