I briefly left my room a couple times later that day, once for a quick sandwich and a couple times for a pee and a drink. But other than telling Mom that I'd eaten a bite just before they got home, I was too emotionally and physically drained to see anyone.
Even though I resumed dating the following weekend, I couldn't get Liz out of my head. While more curious than ever about whatever girl I was out with, Liz's body became my Holy Grail.
Roughly three weeks after my 'plumbing lesson', I asked Liz to join me for an evening walk. That wasn't an unheard of event, as we'd matured, we would share a walk once or so a month. Maybe she guessed I had something on my mind, Liz spoke nary a word as we strolled.
Finally, the words gelled in my head. "Liz, a like a lot of girls around here, but you are the woman that attracts me the most. There is something about you that makes you... more special than I can describe. I've thought about this a dozen times each day since you... taught me about... biology. Liz, guess it's obvious I'm still a... I've never... Liz, will you teach me the rest?"
Her pace never varied as we continued our walk. Reaching the huge elm that marked a mile from home, we turned as usual. A few steps later, she took my hand, but remained silent as we strode on. There wasn't a thing I could think of worth saying. My head swan with hopes and fears. She hadn't said a word, but she hadn't yelled, or flat out said 'no'.
As we reached the front door, as I turned the knob to open it for Liz, as she stepped in ahead of me, I heard "One Hundred Dollars." Never turning back to me. Liz went up to her room.
Liz was long gone before I managed to stagger up to my room. Anyone seeing me lying still on my bed with my eyes closed would have assumed I was at rest. Yet inside my stomach churned, my heart pounded, and brain crackled with activity.
When I heard "One Hundred Dollars", for the tiniest fraction of a fraction of a second, my shocked mind tried to form "You rotten whore..." but I cut that notion down in mid-thought. Reigning in my runaway head, I forced myself to think.
Who is obsessed with whom? I had no concept of how unappealing my requests might be to Liz. Maybe she totally hated those show-and-don't-tell sessions. Maybe she thought I was pathetic, or worse. Everything we'd done had happened after a lot of me hounding her. Maybe, maybe, maybe... And let's face it, if she'd just said, "Ya wanna screw me? Sure, no problem. Let's go do it." Wouldn't I be tempted to call her a slut in anger some day?
Eventually, I got past the wondering and doubts that were on the verge of making me a complete lunatic. Forcing myself to comprehend the awesome reality that I was only $100 away from losing my virginity, with the girl I wanted more than any other, allowed my thinking to finally straighten out, plus other things.
School was about to let out. I could make a lot more money during the Summer, naturally. But to clear a C-note, plus sticking to my savings goal, meant I'd have to bust my hump like never before. I'd sworn years ago to have a stash so I could start a business when I graduated; I HAD to follow my plan.
Hey, if I could just make an extra $10 each week, in ten weeks I could be in heaven. With my thinking becoming more logical, I knew having Liz initiate me was worth a king's ransom. Whatever I had to do, I would. Having Liz was worth any sacrifice. Let's face it, could ten times that amount ever buy something that would mean as much to me? No way!
So now I had a plan. My first decision was to stop pushing the vision of Liz, on my bed, with her legs spread, out of my mind! For now I'd drop my drawers and masturbate like crazy. Later I could list all the ways I could think up to generate extra income.