Sigh. Sorry about the typo in the title of the Reunion chapter. I will accept, but not enjoy, up to three gentle lashes from those of you with that pervy streak...
Hopefully this chapter will make up for it.
As always, seek not realism here. I just aim for the plausibly ridiculous.
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One One With The Orders
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A couple of months or so in, I was cruising through my third and hopefully next-to-last year at USC. Classes went well. I stayed in shape. I even made another good guy friend. He did me the serious solid of remaining clueless about all the gorgeous girls I hung out with, thereby giving me the chance once again to laugh like a Bond villain inside whenever he missed something obvious.
I was chuckling about that to myself one day in November when I rolled into Gina and Tish's dorm room. Yes, they were still rooming together, third year in. And they still were bickering with each other the whole time.
And as usual, they were both in their room at the same time.
Actually, as was often the case, despite my body's main agenda being discussing a hookup at a time to be named with Gina, I had actually been counting on Tish being there too. After five full semesters at USC, we had been through six classes together. We had never intended any of them, I can most heartily assure you.
I was Finance, she was Business Administration. Sue me. Preferably, sue her. Maybe I'll be your lawyer some day.
We were in our
seventh
class in common this time 'round. I had done some work for an assignment in said class that Tish could legally and ethically use, and I knew that she had some of the same to share with me.
Tish and I had fallen into the odd capacity of being quite useful to each other with class while simultaneously fighting every time we encountered each other. Honestly, I enjoyed fighting with Tish a little. But not a lot. Her attitude was largely dismissive rather than hateful, which kept things from open war. But I had had a belly full from dismissive girls back before my senior year of high school, even from some of my friends. I hated it, but I could handle it. And I had changed enough to respond now. With Tish, I just openly eyefucked her and threw in a few hate compliments for good measure. It made dismissing me difficult. It also tended to rile Gina up a bit, which failed entirely to suck.
BWAHAHAHA.
But it was occasionally frustrating that Tish had the gumption to handle all but my best responses without freaking out. I guessed that since she was so very eye-fuckable, Tish was somewhat used to that ploy. The hate compliments occasionally got her goat though, so I worked on those. The eye-fucking just came naturally and was too fun to bother tamping down.
Honestly, I seldom took much time to be ashamed of myself about it anymore. I knew it was not the most savory way to fight back with a girl, but sex was still pretty much my sole useful tool for dealing with difficult situations. I did my level best to avoid difficult situations where it should not be employed, but when it came to fighting with Tish... she started it.
When I arrived in their room, I discovered I was going to have to take a number at the fight counter because Tish and Gina were already in the middle of one of their own conflicts. No one I knew had ever seen them get remotely physical with each other, but they were quite creative at questioning each other's life choices about things big and small. And they were loud about it. Back during freshman year, my then-roommate Dave, whose uncle had a farm, said they sounded like squabbling chickens.
By the time I got there, the original subject of the fuss seemed to have been long since been put to rest, and they were just doing the squabbling chicken routine on its own momentum. Both were standing in the middle of the room, gesticulating wildly when I entered. I should have listened before knocking and come back later because now I was catching stare shrapnel from both of them.
I stood there, stock still under their gazes because, well, both girls were, as usual, a very good sight. Tish was still dressed for class, in yoga pants screen-printed to look like form-fitting blue jeans, and a green satin blouse that didn't really hide her breasts, so much as make you look carefully to appreciate them.
Much better, to my thinking, was the fact that Gina obviously either had no classes that day, or had no more of them. Her bang around the dorm clothes were varied but always scenic. This afternoon she wore terrycloth shorts that were loose as hell, but also short as hell, leaving quite the leg show on display. Legs that good and that bare always make me imagine wrapping them around my waist. And since the idea of wrapping them around my waist had been on my mind even before arriving, the marvelous image needed no help in flowering further in my head. Her cardinal-colored teeshirt with a gold Trojan across the front looked like it had once fit nicely but had been shrunk in the wash. I approved of the look.
Alas, Gina did not overly approve of my presence at the moment. "Not the best time, Alistaire," she growled, glaring at me briefly before going back to glaring at Tish.
"Yeah, Taylor," Tish added, agreeing with Gina for what I suspected was the first time in half an hour. "The best time would be never!"
Getting into it with Tish over that was not an option because Gina was already into it and left no room for me and my schtick. They both practically ignored me and went back to their 'discussion'.
"Why," I asked, unable to contain myself after two and a half years, "do you two still room together, given how much you hate each other?"
They both shut up and looked at me. The looks I was getting were utterly bewildered.
"What are you talking about, Alistaire?" Gina asked, for all the world reacting as if I had just commented on how the ocean was pink.
"Yeah," Tish added in genuine surprise. "Gina is the best roommate ever." She was totally matter-of-fact about it.
I stared at them both like they had lost their minds... because, you know, they had lost their minds. I threw up my hands and turned to bail out.
"Yeah, you've had your look for the day, Taylor," Tish snapped at my back.
"I have indeed," I said, spinning back around and giving another thorough and open look up and down Tish's jeans-clad legs. "But I forgot that I also have these for you," I said, remembering to hand over the materials I had brought for her.
"Thanks," Tish said blandly but genuinely, as if we were not having a side fight to her main fight. "And these aren't complete yet," she went on, grabbing some stuff from her desk, "but you can have what I've done so far. Next time for the rest."
I nodded my appreciation and turned again to storm out.
"Alistaire?" Gina called. I turned around again, realizing I had not said goodbye to the one of them I liked. She was sitting back in her chair, tits thrusting out against the cotton of her overly tight teeshirt. "Free this evening?"
I grinned. "I am, early though. I have to catch up on some sleep after this paper I just finished."
"Earlier the better," Gina grinned.
"You two," Tish said, throwing up her hands.
*
Yeah. Squabbling with Tish, whether it was Gina or me doing the squabbling, never failed to get Gina horny...
*
Three days later, Britney and I lay in her bed companionably, watching game shows on the television until at least one of us was ready to go again. Reflecting on how much hotter the naked woman under my arm was than the semi-famous co-host in the sequined dress made me happy. That was nice because I had arrived at her place a little shaken after giving a dollar to a homeless guy on the street, and then getting yelled at by him for not ponying up a bill "with a crooked number".
The show went to commercial and I nearly jumped out of the bed. "That's you!" I almost shrieked to Britney, pointing at the ad on the screen.
She smiled, semi-happily. "Yeah. It's a nice paycheck, but..."
"But what? It is running in the LA market. You'll be seen. That's what you've been wanting," I said, my eyes still on the screen.
"I have two words in the thing. I'm Girl #3," Britney said, insecurity writ on her face. "I might as well be a
model
for all the acting I get to do."
"You look great," I insisted.
"Thanks, but that is the problem. I think they hired me only because they just needed another girl with a bright smile and decent tits."
"Well, they failed at that," I snorted.
"What?!?"
"You have fantastic tits," I corrected her.
Then, because I realized that I was feeling pretty recovered, I buried my face between them.
*
My phone dinged once as I waited for my next class. It was Bridget's ringtone. I smiled and looked at the notification. I smiled even more broadly when it revealed, 'Bridget has sent you a photograph'.
I wanted to pause and fantasize that she had finally broken down and decided to add a topless photo of herself for my secret vault. But I did not let myself get too excited. Bridget and Charlotte had been the unrivaled champs of Team Dream On.
Still, any photo of Bridget would be a sight for sore eyes. I prayed it was not just a meme.
I opened the text and beheld a photo of Bridget and Charlotte together!
