I set my black nursing bag down next to me as I sat down across from Benjamin in one of the stark wooden chairs on the second floor of the library. He had a textbook flipped open to some kind of anatomy diagram, but I couldn't really tell what it was from casual inspection.
"Hey, Misty," he said as he gave me a brief smile.
Benjamin was my coworker for today. Normally we only saw each other once a week, but since tomorrow was the beginning of spring break, we were stuck here manning the university library until closing. It sucks, I know.
Benny was a good little white Christian boy with a bit of a baby face. He had short reddish-brown hair, not quite red, with a kind face and green eyes, a color I didn't see too often when it came to eyes in general. He was tall, probably six-foot, and broad-shouldered, with the average amount of muscle for a guy his age. I thought him to be around twenty-two or so like me, maybe a little older. Today he was wearing a royal-blue collared-shirt and tan slacks, something that looked a little more expensive than what most college students could afford, but I figured he was strapped for cash like me, and he was just good at conserving money, a rare trait in a guy.
I was about as different from him as a person could be. At first glance I was just another white girl on campus, but I wasn't your typical sorority type. I didn't fit into that mold. I was five-seven, a little taller than most women, but not thin like that sorority stereotype people think of when they think of college girls. No, I had an hourglass body, and I currently weighed one-fifty-six, but I would have weighed more if it weren't for the fact that I was lactating. Nothing burns calories like feeding your kid the old-fashioned way. Normally I had C-cup breasts, but they were a little bigger now for obvious reasons, and I had to wear these stupid nursing pads in my bra to prevent leaks, but that was part of the package of being a new mommy.
No, I was definitely not your typical college girl. I had a round face with a button nose and brown eyes, but I currently had my black hair cut short to just below my ears, those ears lined from the lobes to the tops with silver-skull earrings, and I had a silver stud in the left side of my nose, just because that was me, my identity I showed to the world. Today I was in black jeans and a black T with my favorite band's logo of a skull with a green snake coming out of one of the eye-sockets, the cover to Rage Breather's 'Breaking Kings' album. I had their winged snake tattoo tramp-stamped across the small of my back, but I typically didn't wear shirts that rode high enough for people to view that little identity marker.
I turned my attention from my own thoughts to Benny, because we were going to be stuck here together for the rest of the day. He was a nice guy, definitely better than my douche bag ex, a piece of shit who was currently sitting in jail for distribution of meth. Benjamin, however, was a good little Christian boy, so I occasionally liked to ruffle his feathers with questionable subjects. It was fun to get under the skin of the establishment, but it was also fun to fuck with Benny, because he kind of represented the establishment for me. Plus, there was really nothing else to do.
"It sucks that we have to be here all day long," I sighed.
I rested my elbows on the large rectangular library table we were both parked at. We were stuck here today, but we were currently on the second floor of the university library. There was no one here today, and there wasn't going to be anyone here today, but we were stuck here manning the fort, anyway.
"At least the university daycare was open today," I frowned. "It would have really sucked if I'd had to pay out of pocket for a sitter. Especially for a six-month-old."
"Oh, that's good," said Benny, but he wasn't really paying attention to me.
He was absorbed in whatever textbook he was fingering through, whatever it was he had to study.
"How's that going?" asked Benjamin.
I don't think he was actually listening. I think he was just running on auto-pilot at that moment. He didn't even look up at me.
"Oh, it's going," I sighed. "Being a mother is a lot harder than anyone tells you. Especially if you're breastfeeding. I have to feed Aria every two hours. It's like she's hungry all the time."
"Uh, huh," muttered Benny. "That's interesting."
Nope. He was definitely not listening to me. I suppose a little fun was in order due to his lack of attention. Serves him right. Plus, I was just bored.
"Yep," I said with a slight smile and a short nod. "I brought my bag with me today. I'll have to express in a little while, though. Gotta squeeze the ol' boobies for that white gold. Can't run dry and let my kid starve. Yepper. Just gonna shoot that milk right out of my nipples. I do it eeeevery day. Good times."
"Oh, that's interest..." began Benjamin.
He looked up at me in confusion, his green eyes blinking as if he were seeing me for the first time. I think his brain was finally working out what I was saying.
"What?" he asked.
I just laughed at him. I knew he hadn't been listening.
"You weren't listening at all, were you?" I chuckled.
"Oh...I'm sorry," said Benny with a shake of the head. "I'm just trying to get this done. I should have taken this class when I was a freshman just to get it out of the way, but now that I am taking it, it's just annoying."
"What are you doing there?" I asked.
I reached across the table and flipped his book around to take a brief scan of it. On the page in front of me was a diagram of the various parts of the male genitalia, something I was already familiar with, though not in the scientific sense.
"Oh, studying the penis and balls, huh?" I asked. "You could just go online for that. I've seen plenty of those already."
"Not like that," snorted Benny.
He reached over and flipped his book back around, but I only gave him a wry smile and shook my head. It was way too easy to ruffle his feathers. Still, I wasn't done messing with him. Messing with Benny was both fun and a way to pass the time.
"I've got a question," I said. "I've got a question I could look up online, but I haven't gotten around to doing it. It's a question only a guy can answer, though."
"Yeah?" asked Benny, his thick eyebrows furrowing in mild interest. "What's that?"
Whelp, he asked. Sucks to be him.
"It's a simple question that I'm sure every guy knows the answer to," I said thoughtfully. "Can guys pee when they have an erection? I'm curious about that."
Benjamin just sat back a little and gave me an odd look. I wasn't sure if he was going to answer that question or not; I wasn't sure if his good little Christian upbringing would allow him to.
"Uhhh...no," replied Benjamin.
He actually answered it. Good for him. I hadn't been sure he would answer that.
"No, it doesn't work that way," he continued. "It has to go down first before we can pee."
"Hmm," I said with a slow nod. "Good to know. When I was younger and first learning about penises, I was always afraid a guy was going to accidentally pee inside me during sex. It kind of gave me a complex."
Benny snorted out a short laugh and shook his head no.
"Uhhh...no," he chuckled. "No...That is funny, though. I've always wondered if a girl can pee standing up."
"Yep," I nodded. "We're taught to sit down, but we can pee standing up."
"Really?" asked Benjamin in genuine surprise. "How do you keep it from splattering everywhere when you pee backwards like that?"
I let loose a loud guffaw. Yeah, we were in the library, but his comment was too funny not to. He clearly knew nothing about female anatomy.
