A modern teenage love story part 4 - getting it on By Claude Mills, Youth Writer ROBERT WAS in what you might call a dilemma. He suspected that he was 'in love' for the first time in his 17 years, but it had been almost four weeks since he'd had any intimate action. He and Allison had started dating at RAS Beer Vibes at the start of the summer and he had estimated that he'd have 'scored' by at least the weekend of Fully Loaded (concert). But that was not to be. There had been the 'Vaughn problem' for one. Allison said she felt obligated to him because he had stood behind her over the last three years. She had asked him for some time "alone to work out her feelings," and then there had been a nasty scene, he had called her nasty names and said she was an ungrateful gutter rat who had used him only to dump him when it was convenient. She responded by calling him a "prissy self-righteous ass who couldn't even kiss a woman the right way." He had left in a huff and she was left feeling bewildered, and guilty. And then there had been tears. Robert had been able to take the edge off the pain of the breakup but he felt stuck in the 'tender' role for too long now. Allison was all that he had desired in a woman. She was sexy, sweet and intelligent. He found that he could share stuff with her that he couldn't with his circle of farting, joking and 'ignorant' male friends, and he could share his writing with her. She was the only person he could work up the courage to show his poems to. She loved 'Johnny Bravo' cartoons, and he could take her with him anywhere the Carib 5, a poetry reading, Hope Gardens, a dance, or stay home and rent a movie. He never got bored around her. That's how he knew he was in love, he could be silent around her, and not feel uncomfortable. But yet... No sex. Robert's granny was always fond of saying: 'If something is too good to be true, it probably is'. He was getting some serious doubts and his libido was beginning to edge into the danger zone and the guys were beginning to ask some uncomfortable questions. He had been trying to avoid them, but they had basketball practice today for a summer tournament that was coming up, and if he skipped practice again this week he could miss the team's roster. "You ..... her yet, man?" 'Washy' had asked once after practice. "Don't talk about my girl that way, man," Robert said defensively. "Ooooh. Mr. Sensitive. I think you've been spending too much time with your girl as of late. You've got kinda soft, I ran circles around you, and I saw you miss a dunk earlier. You've lost your edge," Gordon chided. "Yea, it's true he'd gotten a little sensitive, I saw him renting Bridget Jones Diary last week,"ShotterChris chipped in. "Oh, man. Chick movies? She'll have you wearing her bra and washing her drawers next," Gordon quipped. Robert scowled. Were they right? Did she have him whipped? Just then, his phone rang. It was Allison. She wanted to see him tonight. He smiled. Tonight was the night. TONIGHT WAS THE NIGHT Allison felt she was ready to 'do it'. She had been reading up about the 'act' and she had been getting advice from her friends so she was mentally prepared for her 'first time'. Robert was at the door now, and in a few seconds, and she would find out just how ready she was. The family had gone away to Sandals for the weekend. She had lied and told them she was having her period and couldn't travel to Montego Bay with them. Her uncle was uncomfortable with the 'p' word, and he had consented to allowing her to stay home alone. So she had the house all to herself. Everything was planned. She had condoms, new sheets and other items stashed in a kit that as her girlfriend had said "all first timers needed". As Robert kissed her, and his hands under her blouse, Allison felt herself slipping deliriously over the edge of ecstasy. She tried to resist the tremour that was bending its way through her body, but she was trapped in its embrace. "Robert?" "Yeah?" "Don't hurt me." "I...won't," he managed to say in between his fervent kisses. He switched off the light. She was kissing him urgently now, he could smell the perfume of her hair. And then she was up, the light was on. "What?" he said, astonished. "Robert...I can't do this," she said. "Don't pull this stunt on me, Allison. Do you know how long I've waited? A month? That is like a record for me," he said, he could feel the rage throbbing at his temples. "I-I-I just can't. I'm not r-r-ready," she stuttered. He got up off the bed, and walked towards her. She giggled a little. "You're laughing at me? Am I here for your amusement? The guys were right," he said, grabbing his clothes, and heading for the door. "Robert...wait!" she said. "Don't call me ever again. I don't even want to hear rumours about you." He stormed out of the house, pausing twice to throw on his jeans pants and then his shirt. Robert hopped in his father's car and in a screech of tyres, roared off into the night. Allison collapsed in a rain of frustrated, perplexed tears. CAMILLA TO THE RESCUE As he drove, Robert checked his beeper. Camilla had called -- again. She had been after him to go with her to 'Fully Loaded' tomorrow, and there had been a call from Jackie, Allison's friend. She had been pursuing him as well. He weighed his mind, called Camilla, told her he wanted to talk to her and headed towards Edgewater. Camilla let Robert in through the back door, and they sneaked upstairs to her room. Robert could hear the gentle snores of her parents. "What's wrong honey?" she asked him when they were finally safe in her room. "I've just had a bad night," he said. "Oh, tell Auntie Camilla all about it," she said. "Not much to talk about...just feeling really crappy that's all," Robert said. Next week: The final installment
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