Fucking Fluid Mechanics...
I was sitting on a concrete bench in front of the library on a cool fall day working on my fluid mechanics homework. I had worked through the last problem of the assignment several times and my answer still didn't match the solution manual. Where did I keep fucking up? I wadded up my latest effort and shot it into a nearby trash can.
I was about halfway through the problem yet another time, when I smelled cigarette smoke. I looked up to see a tall, skinny brunette sit down on the bench next to me. She was dressed in the grunge fashion of those days, with a flannel shirt, ripped jeans and black boots. I knew her by sight, but we had never talked. She was in my fluids class.
"Hey. Don't mind if I smoke do you?"
"No, not at all." I showed her the pack sticking out of my jacket pocket. She looked down to see what I was doing.
"That problem is a bitch, huh?"
"Yeah, this is like my fifth time through the fucker."
"Want a hint?"
"Yes." I looked up at her and nodded my head for emphasis.
"Don't forget to convert the flow from centimeters/second to feet/day."
"Fuck! You're kidding me." I threw my pencil on the bench in disgust.
She took a long drag off her smoke and shook her head, before smiling. "Nope. That threw me off, too."
I picked my pencil back up and quickly worked through the problem. I saw she was right.
"Thanks. I would have fucked around with that for another hour!" I pulled a Camel out of my pack and lit it with my Zippo.
"No problem. I'm Shawna, by the way." She slid her hand over to meet mine.
"Brad. I've seen you around, we've had a bunch of classes together. You in chemical engineering?"
"Hell, no. Civil. I barely passed basic chemistry." She smiled again. I looked at her closely for probably the first time ever. She had a very engaging smile. Her cute face was dotted with freckles. She had these big brown eyes that you could look at for days. Her long wavy hair looked as if it had a mind of its own in the light wind. Unfortunately, her figure was obscured by her baggy clothing.
"You doing anything fun tonight?" She asked.
"No, just probably going out for some beers. I thought I might smoke a little bud after class."
"Cool." She flashed me a knowing smile. I looked down at my watch.
"Shit, we better get going."
"Yeah, you're right." We tossed our butts in the ash can and walked to class. I realized she was a couple inches taller than my own 5'8". I sat down with her in the middle of the room, as opposed to my usual back row. It was fairly enlightening up there. You could actually make yourself pay attention. When class was over, we walked out of the building.
"You got anything going on now?"
"Yeah, I gotta go to work."
"Bummer, I was going to see if you wanted to catch a buzz."
"I'd like that, but I'm supposed to be at work in ten minutes."
"Damn that sucks. Maybe some other time, huh?"
"Yeah, definitely."
"See ya later."
"Yeah, see ya later."
She walked off with her backpack slung over one shoulder. After she took a few steps, she looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me. I watched her walk around the corner of the building, before I decided to head home and get reacquainted with my old friend Mary Jane.
When I was home later burning through a bowl, I found myself thinking about Shawna. She seemed like a cool chick. I bet she would be fun to hang out with. Maybe I could get together with her next week.
Later that night, my buddies and I were playing darts at the bar. Everyone was feeling all right, after plenty of bud and a few beers. We had been playing for a while when, lo and behold, Shawna walked in. I saw her and waved. She smiled and walked over. She had her wild hair pulled back in a pony tail.
"What's up?"
"Not too much. I just wanted a beer before I walked back to the dorms."
"Shit, you still live in the dorms?" I smiled and shook my head.
"Yeah, I actually like it. What's wrong with it?"
"It's too hard to engage in some of my bad habits there."
"Yeah. I bet so."
"Hey, what do you want to drink? I'll get it, for helping me earlier."
"You don't have to do that."
"Hey, I don't mind."
"What are you drinking?"
"Sierra Nevada Pale Ale."
"That's good with me."
I got her beer and walked back to see her sitting on a stool having a smoke.
"Thanks."
"It's no big deal. I'd have completely missed that problem without your help." We chatted for a little while about school and then she decided she wanted to play darts with us. She started talking to some of the dudes I was with. Pretty soon, she had met everyone and was having a good time. She had a great laugh.
We threw darts for another hour or so before I began to feel my high wearing off.
Shawna walked up to me from the dart board. "Hey, we may swing back to my place and smoke some bud. You want to come with us?"
She smiled, "Yeah, cool. I'd like that."
Tony, Mike, Brian, Shawna and myself started walking to my apartment. Brian and Tony were discussing at length the lack of opportunities for pussy that night. I glanced over at Shawna. She was smiling.
"Fuck, man. I just can't believe it. Some nights, they're there for the taking. Other nights I gotta go home and jerk off," Brian said.
"Maybe, it's your approach, man," I countered. "You act like you've never been laid. You just need to fucking chill out."
Mike continued, "Listen to super stud here. You see what he does."
Tony jumped in the conversation, "Yeah, he does ok."
After a couple more blocks, they decided to see if they could fuck with Shawna.
Mike opened, "Shawna. I can't believe you're going home with four dudes you hardly know."
She responded, "I can handle anything you four can throw at me." I looked at her and smiled.
She looked back at me and shook her head.
Tony, never the brightest of the bunch, took the bait. "You might get yourself in trouble talking like that, girl."
"I doubt it, pencil dick." The chorus of "oh's" reverberated through our little group.
"Pencil Dick? She fucking called you pencil dick." Brian laughed.
"I doubt you're any better," Shawna added.
Mike tried a different tact. "You sound like an expert."
"I am."
"How's that?" Mike asked.
"If you ever eat as much pussy as I've sucked cock, you'll be an expert too."
"Shit, Brad. Where did you find this chick?" Brian asked. I looked at him and shook my head. The conversation slowly died down.
We arrived at my house and I unlocked the door. Everyone sat down around the coffee table while I retrieved my faithful bong from the cabinet. I packed up a good bowl and handed it to Shawna. She fired it up and took a long hit, before she passed. I turned on the stereo and hit play on Sonic Youth's "Daydream Nation". The bong made its way around the table until everyone was feeling really good.
