Bust a Move

Submitted by Clinton:

I had offered to take Julianne out for dinner, but she insisted on lunch on a Saturday, two weeks into the future.  She claimed that it was the only time she that had free in her schedule.

We spent the ensuing two weeks in touch, and although I was initially excited to meet her, we ran out of things to talk about pretty quickly.  It was like she wasn't really interested in me anymore, and to be honest, the feeling was becoming mutual.

Still, she usually made the effort to call me when I didn't call her, and she at least attempted conversation.  Maybe she just wasn't that good at communication over the phone.

The day of our lunch date came.  We had picked out a diner with outdoor seating, and wouldn't you know it, we actually had a good time, at first.  She seemed about ten times as into me as she had been over the phone.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Towards the end of lunch, she asked me if I wanted to go back to her house to hang out for a bit.  Thinking this a positive sign, I agreed.

We made it back to her place, and her mother was home.  I introduced myself to her, and her mother said to Julianne, "I'm glad you found an able-bodied man to help you out."

I turned to Julianne.  "Help you out?  With what?"

Julianne said, "Come on.  I'll show you."

She led me up to her room, which was a complete disaster area.  Piles of clothes, books, stuffed animals, unmentionables... you quite literally couldn't even see the floor.

I asked Julianne, "What is it that I'm helping you with?"

She replied, "I'm moving out of my mother's house today, and I need your help to pack up my stuff and move it to my new place.  I couldn't get anyone else to help me, and it needs to get done today."

This was not what I had signed up for when I had agreed to the date.  Still, I thought that it wouldn't hurt to help her out a little bit.  Then again, it was pretty convenient that she had never mentioned moving in any of our communications beforehand.

The problem was that Julianne had thrown everything into a big pile in her room and had no plan for how to organize it or even pack it.  She didn't have any boxes or any bags.

"We can just grab handfuls of stuff and throw it into my car," she said. 

After a few back-and-forth trips, to and from her car, I told her that I was probably going to go.  I didn't like leaving a woman in need, but at the same time, I really felt as if I had been suckered into spending the day helping her.

She didn't take it very well.  She said, "But we can still talk and have fun while we're doing this!  If we pack up your car with my stuff, too, then it'll get done twice as fast!  I can be all set up in my new place before the end of the day!"

The idea of carting all of her junk to wherever her new place was, helping her set everything back up, organize her closet, etc... I just couldn't.

I told her that I was probably going to go.  She then became less upset and more seductive.  She told me that if I helped her, she'd "make it worth my time."

Oh, so if I help you, my reward is giving both of us an orgasm?  How was I ever attracted to this girl?  I told her thanks but no thanks, and I headed out.

She didn't follow me out of her house at first, but when I started up my car, she ran out, alongside my vehicle, and started hitting my windshield with an old apron, over and over.

I pulled away, and that was that.