'You're going to be fun. You're going to be fun. You're going to be fun.' Her words repeated themselves over and over again in my head as Kara and I rode the shuttle bus back to the freshman quad. 'Temptation, thy name is Ashley Donovan.' What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was that why there seemed to be so much tension between Richey and Ashley? But what was Ashley talking about? I couldn't quite shake the feeling of dread that permeated my thinking.
"Baby, what's the matter?" Kara asked. Despite her drunken condition, she could tell something was wrong when I dodged her attempts to kiss me. "Do I have," she paused, looking like she was going to be sick for a moment before she let out a very unladylike burp and appeared to feel better, "do I have bad breath or something?"
I snapped back to reality, flashing a tired smile. "Of course not," I lied. Her breath was laden with beer, but I'm sure mine couldn't have been much more fragrant. "I'm just tired is all."
A look of extreme disappointment came over her pixie face. "So, we aren't going to fool around when we get back to your room?" She was suddenly quite sober.
"I don't know, sweetheart, probably not. I'm not really in the mood right now." This was certainly true; sex was the last thing on my mind at this point. I just wanted to sleep, maybe not alone, but sleep nonetheless. She pouted, taking my arm and pulling herself closer on the bench seat.
"Are you sure you're all right, Danny?" her voice was heavy with concern. I didn't answer as the shuttle came to a stop at the freshman quad. We exited and made our way to my dorm, attempting to walk in as much of a straight line as we could manage. We needn't have worried however; being a Friday night, we were hardly the only inebriated students walking, or stumbling, about campus. I signed her in as nonchalantly as I could, though it had to have been painfully obvious to the RA's that we were drunk. Thankfully, you couldn't be busted for that. We made it up to my room to find my roommate, Eric, on his computer trolling YouTube.
"Hey Eric," Kara grumbled. I couldn't decide if her exhaustion or frustration was the reason for such a weak greeting. She kicked off her shoes and slipped into my bathroom flip-flops, grabbed her spare toothbrush and my toothpaste and left again. Eric and I exchanged dubious looks. I shrugged and changed, waiting for Kara to come back with my flip-flops and paste. Trust me when I say, you did not want to go to the bathroom in your bare feet. She returned a couple minutes later and I took her place. When I came back to the room, the lights were off and Kara was in my bed.
I climbed in with her and immediately felt her arms wrap around my neck. "Don't make me ask again. What's wrong, Daniel," she said softly in my ear.
"It's nothing," I replied, with more aggravation than she deserved.
She breathed out through her nose in annoyance and pulled me tighter, "I'm going to get it out of you eventually. You're lucky it's late and I'm drunk and I'm sexually frustrated and I don't want to deal with it right now."
I snorted and kissed her, curling against her body, "Sorry."
"Don't worry," she sighed contentedly, pressing back against me. "You can make it up to me tomorrow."
"Oh yeah?" I prompted, lightly kissing her cheek.
"Yeah, you can make it up to me good and hard," she murmured sleepily. Suddenly, sleep was the farthest thing from my mind. The words of Ashley and Richey faded from my mind, replaced by the idea of making it up to Kara.
I slipped a hand between us, running it up and down her stomach, closer and closer to her little sleep shorts. "Good and hard you say?"
She sighed happily, yawning, "Yeah, but tomorrow." Either she knew exactly what she was doing, driving me crazy, or she was much more drunk and exhausted than I had thought. Kara never ever turned down sex of one form or another, ever; so this was unusual. I sighed, pushing my urges away and letting unconsciousness take over.
Over the course of the next week, I was continually horrified to see how close Kara and Ashley had become. I couldn't just say 'baby stop hanging out with her, she gives me the creeps' now could I? No. I had to sit idly by and watch as they became fast friends.
"Danny," Kara had called one day, "Ashley and I are going to the mall, you want to come with?"
"Uhh, no thanks, sweetheart."
"Oh come on! I'll buy you ice cream." I did love my ice cream.
"What am I, a little kid? Next time, I promise." She had sighed and hung up. As it turned out, next time was to be the very next day.
"But baby!" she whined at my objections. "You said you would come with next time we went." We were in her room, sitting on her bed.
I hesitated, "I just don't want to."
"That's not a good reason. What are you going to do with yourself instead?"
"Fine!"
"Yay," she preened, triumphant. She kissed me to make it seem like it would all be worth it. It was not.
"Oo, Mr. Valentine, you're coming with us this time?" Ashley's husky voice chimed in from the doorway. The door was propped open to help cool the room down. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as she sashayed towards us. God almighty she was attractive! She grinned disarmingly and tossed herself on the bed next to us, stretching like a provocative cat.
"You don't always have to use my last name, Ashley," I told her.
"Yeah, but I love your last name. I just can't help myself." She was looking at me in a way I really, really didn't like; and the fact that she had stretched so I could see down her shirt didn't help one bit. Kara, on my other side, saw none of this.
"Ashley," Kara chirped, drawing Ashley's attention away from me, "I was thinking we could show Danny what we found the other day."