Swans Crossing University
Part 1
By G-Child
© 1999
CAUTION! This story contains foul language, adult content, and graphic
situations.
“Hey there,” Bob said to Sandy, seeing her walking toward him on the
sidewalk to their usual meeting spot. He had a 12:40 class in Rutledge
Hall and stood outside the building a few minutes before class as he
always did, waiting for his girl. She also had a 12:40 at the Rosnovsky
Music & Arts Center several blocks down the street, which made it
convenient to say ‘hi’ to Bobby each Tuesday & Thursday at that time.
Sandy’s eyes meet his, and they filled with warmth as she smiled back at
him.
“What’s up, Decastro?” Sandy asked playfully as they embraced & kissed.
“Just hoping not to fail my mid-term I’m having here in a few minutes,”
he replied in a down tone.
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” she said in her characteristic cheerful
tone. “You studied for it, right?”
Bob replied only with an exaggerated look of guilt on his face and a
shrug.
“Bobby, you know you have to pass accounting! It’s one of your required
courses.”
“I know, I know,” he said with a sigh of frustration. “But accounting
is such a gray subject. Where is the emotion, the feeling, the passion?”
“I’ll tell you what…” Sandy replied in a comforting tone. “Pass this mid-
term and I may let you visit me in the dorm tonight. You’ll get all the
emotion, feeling, and passion you need.”
Bob smiled and tightened his embrace.
“You drive a hard bargain. But consider it done. Is eight o’clock ok?”
“Only if you pass,” she said. Raising her hand behind her neck, she took
off her gold necklace and put it on him. “For luck.”
“Thanks, I’ll need it.”
“Gotta go, I’ll be late.”
“Alright, seeya”
Before Sandy could pull away from his embrace, he kissed her one last
time. She smiled back at him warmly and continued walking down the
sidewalk. As always, she could feel his eyes on her almost by instinct.
With a quick turn of her head, she saw her suspicions were true. There
he was, eyes fixated on her, looking past all the countless other
beautiful women walking nearby. She smiled at him again and continued
walking.
It was always important to know that she was beautiful and desirable.
What she saw in the mirror, and how her friends tried to convince her was
never enough. Bob was the only one who truly did give her that
reassurance she needed so desperately. And knowing that gave her a
special confidence that made her walk with her head up high, oblivious to
all the competition that was crawling all over campus.
Lost in her thoughts, she was unaware of the loud droning and thumping
that grew ever nearer.
“Sandy!” a voice yelled.
Snapping back into reality, she noticed Ralph and Sydney had pulled up
alongside her.
“Come on, I’ll give you a ride to class!” Sydney yelled over the loud rap
music that blared from the car stereo.
“Thanks Sydney!” Sandy yelled back, and got into the back seat with her.
“Good afternoon, Miss Sandy!” Ralph yelled over the blaring music plugging
one ear with a finger, making no attempt to hide his distaste of it and
its deafening volume.
“Ralph, use your pedal!” Sydney yelled at him, having to shout so she
could be heard.
“Hey, we just passed my building!” Sandy protested.
“I have to talk to you first! We’ll get you to class, don’t worry!”
“Well turn down the stereo first!”
“Oh, alright!” Sydney exclaimed, and used her handheld remote to turn off
the music.
“Thank you so much, Miss Sydney,” Ralph said in a relieved tone.
“Ok, what’s up?” Sandy asked excitedly.
“We’re having a slumber party tonight in my dorm room. A celebration of
our first semester in college.”
“Oh great!” Sandy exclaimed. Then her mood turned somber almost
immediately. “Oh no…”
“What’s wrong?”
“Bobby and I have plans for tonight.”
“You can see him any time of the week. We’re sisters forever, remember?
No man can ever come between us.”
“Why are we even having it on a Thursday night? Why not wait until the
weekend?” Sandy whined.
“Can’t. I broke a nail this morning and Mother’s letting me take the
Learjet to New York for the weekend to see Pierre Charice, the world’s
premiere manicurist. And I’ll be so busy shopping at places like Macy’s
that I simply won’t have time to get back until late Sunday night.”
“Well, what will I tell Bobby? I promised him…”
“Girl, haven’t you learned anything from our past slumber parties? The
guys will be there! I’d bet my wardrobe on it. Oh by the way, Ralph?”
Sydney said, leaning over the front seat, smiling a fake smile at him.
“You didn’t hear anything, alright?”
“Oh, um, hhmmph! What was that, Miss Sydney?”
“Great,” Sydney said to him as she sat back down.
“But how can the guys crash into the dorm?” Sandy asked. “They have to
have permission to even get in.”
“That’s their problem. Let them worry about it.”
Dropping Sandy off at her building, ten minutes late, Ralph proceeded to
take Sydney to the student center for lunch and to hang out. With strict
orders to be back within the hour, Ralph used his free time to stop by the
Walker Library.
“Ralph, what a pleasant surprise,” said the short, perpetually happy
librarian behind the counter. “Miss Babkok, take over please.”
“Yes sir,” the volunteer student said.
“Mr. Han, so nice to see you again,” Ralph said to his friend.
“Please, come into my office,” Mr. Han said invitingly. Closing the door
behind them, Mr. Han kindly offered Ralph a seat and a cup of coffee,
which he gladly accepted. Sitting down behind his desk and propping his
feet on in, Mr. Han sipped his own.
“Are you still playing chauffeur to the queen of campus?”
“Most unfortunately, Mr. Han. And I must say, I do believe the woman is
attempting to drive me deaf with that ludicrous music played at an
absurdly high volume.”
“There is no rest for the wicked, eh Ralph?” Mr. Han said with a smile.
“Indeed, Neil and J.T. run me absolutely ragged with their never-ending
quest for the latest books containing the most up-to-date scientific
data. If it were not for amazon.com, I’d be at a complete loss to satisfy
their needs.”
“You don’t say, dear sir, you don’t say. Why, if it weren’t for the upper
class being at such a loss to tend to their own matters, I do believe
we’d no longer have our middle-class jobs.”
“Ah, but fortunately their frailties are our upkeep. However, I saw J.T.
and his girlfriend…it’s Glory isn’t it? Short with a mane of fiery red
hair?”
“Indeed it is, Mr. Han.”
“Yes, I saw them come into the library not too long ago. And they simply
disappeared. J.T. for once must have been able to find something himself
for a change…”
On the seventh floor of Walker Library, J.T. and Glory had just converged
in a secluded aisle on the seldom-visited floor after splitting up
briefly.
“See anybody?” J.T. asked.
“Not a soul. We’re all alone,” Glory said with a warm smile.
“Cool,” he said nervously. “Boy, there sure are a lot of books here.
Just think of all the wisdom we’re surrounded by.” Glory could tell by
the way he looked at her, however, that books were the farthest things
from his mind.
“Yea,” Glory said, mesmerized by his presence.
Slowly, he put his hands on her shoulders as she smiled up at him
invitingly. Then, moving her back against a towering shelf of books, he
slid his arms around her back and kissed her passionately.
Glory didn’t find making out in public places particularly exciting, but
as long as it drove J.T. crazy it was good enough for her. Maybe it was
kind of a forbidden thing to do, or perhaps it was the danger of being
caught…she didn’t know. But as long as it did things for him, it did
things to her too.
“I love you so much,” he said quietly between kisses. “You mean
everything to me.”
“Prove it to me,” she replied in a breathless voice. “Show me how much I
mean to you.”
With that, he resumed kissing her with renewed fervor. He pressed against
her so tightly that some of the books fell from the opposite side of the
shelf.
‘If they only knew…’ Glory thought to herself, thinking briefly of whoever
is responsible for keeping the library looking tidy and in order seeing
the fallen books.
‘Not bad. I’m barely out of breath this time,’ the auburn-haired beauty
thought to herself as she opened the door to the seventh floor. She never
took the elevator, instead choosing to take the stairs whenever the
opportunity arose.
She wouldn’t have been there at all if she hadn’t had to write a stupid
report about the history of the town of Swans Crossing. This was the
seventh floor, after all. Nobody ever came up here.
Studying the Dewey code on the printout she’d made on the first floor,
she tried to determine which aisle her needed books were located in by
the signs on the ends of each bookshelf.
Finding the right aisle, she began searching in the maze of thousands of
books. It was almost like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Suddenly she heard something. Was it the ventilation system? A faulty
florescent light? The elevator door opening? No, this sound was
definitely not an indigenous library sound. But what could it be?
As always, Callie’s curiosity got the best of her and she simply had to
find out what the source of these sounds was. It almost sounded like a
popping, or a smacking.
Arriving nearby, she finally figured out what it was. Some couple was
making out! Now she simply had to see who it was and exactly what they
were doing. She tried looking between the shelves, but couldn’t determine
anything. So, building up all her nerve, she peeked around the corner.
In unison, Glory & J.T. stopped what they were doing and looked at Callie
in shock and surprise.
“Oh….I’m really sorry,” Callie said in total embarrassment, putting her
hand over her mouth and trying in vain to hide her smile.
“Callie!” J.T. exclaimed, out of breath and kind of laughing guiltily.
He was speechless.
“Uhhh…w-what are you doing here?” Glory asked, trying to sound composed.
She inconspicuously fanned her blushed face.
“I…I’m sorry. Go back to what you were doing,” Callie said, realizing an
instant later what a dumb thing to say.
“Wait. We were just…studying,” Glory tried to explain.
‘Studying what…reproduction ed?’ Callie thought to herself. “Look, I
just need some books for this report I’m writing. Then I’ll leave.”
“No wait,” Glory said to J.T.’s dismay. “We’ll come with you.”
“If you want to, yea that would be great,” Callie said, not being able to
help feeling as though she’d intruded on a private moment between them.
At the same time, however, she wondered why Jimmy had never thought of
something exciting like this for them to do. She’d have to bring up the
subject with him sometime.
“So Callie,” Glory asked, trying to change the subject. “Did you hear
about that little thing we’re having tonight?”
“Yea, it’ll be a lot of fun. I can’t wait.”
“What little thing are you guys talking about?” J.T. asked with suspicion.
“We can’t tell you,” Callie said. “It’s a girl thing.”
“Don’t worry,” Glory added. “You’ll find out when you need to.”
Having left Glory & J.T. on the first floor and promising to get back with
her later, Callie exited the library carrying a heavy backpack weighed
down with books. She looked over her shoulder briefly, noticing how
innocent and unpresumptuous the seventh floor looked from the outside.
She smiled to herself, shook her head, and continued her journey to the
student center. She was to meet Jimmy there so they could study. She
could never fully concentrate on studying with him around. But it didn’t
hurt to try.
“Good afternoon, Miss Callie,” a familiar voice said to her from behind.
“Oh, hi Ralph,” she said. “How’s that jet ski?”
“It runs quite nicely, I must say. However, it does seem to be lacking
a bit of…punch.”
“Hmmm. How about if I add a few nitrous oxide canisters?”
“That sounds splendid!”
“Just be careful using them, ok? You can wipe out really easily once you
hit 100 mph.”
“Ah, the danger. But isn’t cheating it what life’s all about?”
“Ralph, you’re a daredevil if I ever saw one. It’s what I like about
you. Hey, where’s Sydney?”
“I believe Miss Sydney is at the student center. I’m to pick her up for
her next class within the hour.”
“Great! Could you give me a lift?”
“I would be honored, Miss Callie. Shall I carry your backpack for you?
It looks quite heavy.”
“I can carry it myself,” Callie said, being the rigid feminist. “Thanks
anyway.”
“As you wish…”
“So anyway, I was trying to open this can of Pepsi One this morning and
look what happened to my nail!” Sydney exclaimed to Jimmy, pulling back
the flesh-colored Band-Aid from her index finger. She was sitting across
from him at a round table in the cafeteria section of the student center.
Both were having lunch.
“Wow, did it hurt?” Jimmy asked.
“I almost cried! Not that it hurt, but I have a reputation to uphold.
What kind of an example can I set for every other girl on campus if one
of my fingernails is shorter than the rest?”
“They’d probably disown you,” Jimmy said sarcastically.
“Don’t say that! Doesn’t reputation mean anything to you?” Sydney asked.
Then she smiled fakely. “What am I thinking? Of course not. The only
reputation you have to uphold is whether or not you can fix motors or
whatever it is you do at that Tool & Die place.”
“Yes, I fix things. That’s what I do. You got a problem with that?”
“I didn’t say I did. But since you’re so good at fixing things, how would
you go about fixing this nail?”
“Well, I’d probably use super-glue.”
“Super-glue? On my body? I’m not a collection of parts you can glue
together, Clayton.”
“What are you going to do then?” he asked.
“Have you heard of Pierre Charice?”
“Should I have?”
Sydney smiled fakely again and shook her head in mystification at his
ignorance of such pertinent matters. “He’s the premiere manicurist in the
world. He’s done nails for the likes of Madonna, Hillary Clinton, and
Ivana Trump, and so on…”
Jimmy nodded, trying to seem more interested than he actually was.
“So what do you think of my nail color? Does Mountain Laurel go with
this outfit, or should I have used Damson Ice?”
Jimmy simply shrugged and sighed silently.
“Do you think I should paint this bandage? I mean, at least it would
give the illusion from a distance that all my nails are perfect as usual.
But I simply would not know how to explain it to the girls in Alpha Phi
because no doubt someone would notice.”
Before Jimmy could think of a response that would make him seem halfway
interested, he was saved by suddenly being enveloped in a warm embrace
from behind and kissed with blatant passion on the neck.
“Mmmmm, that feels good Mila,” Jimmy purred. On hearing that, Sydney
exploded in obnoxious laughter.
“Mila??? That’s mean Clayton! Mean, mean, mean!” Callie yelled at him
in a playful tone. She grabbed his arm and began punching his shoulder
repeatedly.
“Ow! Ok, you win!” Jimmy said, surrendering. Then he leaned toward her
to greet her with a kiss of his own.
“Huh-uh, no way. I’m mad at you now,” she said, opting to sit down beside
him instead.
“Fine, be that way,” he said.
“Fine, I will,” she replied, playing along with him.
“Boy, aren’t you two the poster children of joy and contentment,” Sydney
said with blatant sarcasm.
“Oh Sydney, Ralph’s outside waiting for you. He told me to let you know,”
Callie said.
“You mean he didn’t page me? I could be late for a my English Lit mid-
term!” Sydney exclaimed. She stood up hurriedly and gathered her
belongings. “Wish me luck,” she said to Callie as they kissed each other
on the cheek. “You do know about tonight, don’t you?”
“Check,” Callie said.
“What about tonight?” Jimmy asked.
Callie leaned toward him and, brushing her lips against his cheek,
whispered, “It’s a girl thing.”
“Hmmm, sounds interesting,” Jimmy said with a suspicious smile, knowing it
meant a slumber party. “But…you’re having this on a Thursday?”
“Jimmy,” Sydney said flatly, “don’t ask questions.”
“You’ll know when the time comes,” Callie said.
“So anyhow…adieu,” Sydney said to them daintily as she excused herself.
“Ta-ta,” Callie said to her in mock elegance.
“Later,” Jimmy said.
Once Sydney was gone, Jimmy asked, “Your dorm, right?”
Callie only smiled at him, reluctant to give any info as it was supposed
to be a ‘secret.’. Jimmy opened his eyes wide, expecting an answer.
Finally Callie nodded with an embarrassed smile.
“Hmmm, but that’s on the top floor,” Jimmy thought aloud, his forehead
somewhat wrinkled in thought.
“You guys will think of something. It begins at 8:00 by the way. Just
don’t come that early…or be too late.”
“It won’t be a problem,” he said with a smile. “We’ll be there…somehow.”
Callie smiled back to him. “So you have a mid-term at 1:50?”
“Unfortunately.”
“I guess we’d better get studying then. I have this dumb report I have
to work on.”
“Cool,” he said.
There was a moment of silence. Jimmy noticed Callie looking off into the
distance with a thoughtful smile.
“Thinking about tonight?”
She simply smiled at him and shook her head.
“Then what? A penny for your thoughts.”
“I was just thinking…suppose we study in the library instead?”
“That’s what you’re grinning about?” Jimmy asked, somewhat mystified.
“Yea, let’s go!”
“Well, ok,” Jimmy agreed, unsuspectingly.
On their way to Walker Library, Jimmy and Callie suddenly became aware of
the steady thump-thumping of a powerful car stereo nearby.
“Yo Jimmy!” a familiar voice shouted from the bright red Ferrari. It was
Garrett, wearing shades and a backward baseball cap, bobbing his head
back and forth to Pretty Fly for a White Guy.
“Hey Garrett! ‘Sup man?”
“Seen Sydney around?” Garrett shouted in reply.
“Yea, she went to her English Lit class! You just missed her!”
Garrett looked away momentarily, saying something to himself below to
volume of the music with a frustrated sneer reminiscent of Elvis.
“Garrett, you have any plans for tonight?” Jimmy asked.
Callie, meanwhile, was becoming frustrated. ‘Come on Jimmy, let’s go!’
she thought to herself.
Garrett laughed arrogantly. “I always have plans for tonight!”
“Well cancel them! Something’s come up!”
“Is something wrong?” Garrett asked with concern.
“No, something new just came up. It involves young women wearing next to
nothing and ready to party. You interested?”
A slow grin spread over Garrett’s face as he thought about the
possibilities. He began nodding his head and said, “Yea, count me in!”
“Ok, we’ll meet me around 9 at our usual place! Make sure you spread the
word!”
“Will do, Clayton! Will do!” Garrett faced at the road in front of him
and raised a fist to Jimmy & Callie-his gesture for ‘goodbye’-and floored
the accelerator, laying a black mark some 50 feet long.
“Man, that thing has got some serious power,” Jimmy said, watching the
Ferrari with admiration as it sped away.
“He’s going to kill someone if he isn’t careful,” Callie replied. “He
didn’t even slow down for that crosswalk!”
“Neil!” Garrett shouted, seeing his friend step outside the Atwater
College of Science. “Over here!”
Neil walked over to the Ferrari and leaned on the door.
“What’s up white guy?” Neil joked, referring to the song Garrett had on
perpetual repeat.
“You know what’s going down tonight?”
“No, what?” Neil asked.
“Get in.”
Neil walked around to the passenger side and stepped into the Ferrari.
He buckled up as usual and braced himself for the real possibility of
impact as Garrett floored the accelerator.
“So what is it?”
“Slumber party. I don’t know much about it except all the guys are
meeting at the Tool & Die tonight around 9.”
“You mean…a slumber party with girls?” Neil asked nervously.
“No I mean a slumber party with women. Women who are very proud of their
bodies and enjoy having the excuse to show off their goods to all guys
who are interested. Are you interested?”
“Uh - sure, sure,” Neil replied.
“You’re not going to wig out on us again are you?”
“Well, I do have a chem mid-term tomorrow…”
“Don’t give me that, Neil. You ace every test you take!”
“That’s because I take the time to study!”
“Look, if you want to pass on partying with a bunch of babes…well, I
guess that’s your prerogative,” Garrett said, laughing in his usual,
conceited way.
Neil had a look of conflict on his face, but finally gave in.
“Ok, I’ll go to the slumber party. Just don’t expect me to enjoy myself.”
“Neil, my man, you have oh-so-much to learn.”
Having been dropped off at his next class at Booth College of Business,
Neil proceeded down the crowded hallway on the third floor and ran into
his buddy Owen.
“Neil! What’s the good word?” Owen said over the noise of the crowd.
“Something major’s going down at the girl’s dorm tonight,” Neil replied.
“Oh yea?” Owen said, smiling hopefully. “What?”
“Slumber party.”
Owen clinched his fist and swiveled his elbow, as if repeatedly punching
someone…his way of indicating some kind of victory.
“Oh yes! I can’t wait to see Mila in her pj’s!” Owen exclaimed. “I hope
she’s wearing something even sexier this year.”
“D-did she wear something sexy last year?” Neil asked nervously.
“She left little to the imagination!”
“Yea, well, Garrett said for the guys to meet at the Tool & Die tonight
around 9,” Neil said.
“What the hell do you mean you guys? You’re backing out of this again?”
Owen asked in disbelief. “You can’t back out!”
“W-well, it’s just that I have this chem mid-term tomorrow and…”
“Bite your chem. mid-term! Man, these are girls in skimpy pjs we’re
talking about here. Girls who are hungry for some action!”
“What if I fail the test? What am I going to tell my dad?” Neil demanded.
“What if you do? I mean, you ace everything else! What’s one test going
to matter? This only happens once a year man!” Owen grabbed his
shoulders. “Neil, do you want to be thought of as even more of a geek
than you already are? Do you want to keep the same reputation you had
in high school throughout college? Don’t you want to get away from that,
for once in your life?”
Neil thought about it for a minute, and looked troubled and unsure.
“Look, I’ll meet you guys tonight at the Tool & Die ok?”
“Give me your word,” Owen demanded. “Don’t back out on your friends
again.”
“Ok, you have my word,” Neil said grudgingly. “Now I have to get to
class before I’m late. Seeya tonight.”
“Ok, good. I’ll seeya,” Owen replied. He made his way out of the
building and headed toward the student center. If he hurried, he may
still make it in time to meet a certain person.
At that same time, Mila was also making her way to the student center, but
had far less distance to walk than Owen. Usually she could pick up a
lite sandwich and a diet Coke in good enough time to avoid him. Although
everyone now in college and more-or-less expected to act like adults,
Owen still persisted in his childish way in trying to get Mila’s
attention. Well, to get something anyway.
As if she would ever have anything to do with a geek like him. Mila had
her pick of any guy on campus, let alone any guy in Swans Crossing for
that matter. Indeed, she could not walk down the street without guys
blowing their horns or shouting at her. The eyes of everyone she passed
on the sidewalk were always on her. Many didn’t even try to look
inconspicuous about it. And she knew from countless past experiences that
she merely had to look over her shoulder and see at least fifty heads
turned in her direction, regardless of which way they were walking.
Everyone constantly looked her up and down in awe as if she were Disney
World, King’s Island, and the Epcot Center all rolled up into one…and
none of them had what it took to get tickets. It would have been easier
to get into Studio 54 back its heyday.
Virtually every girl she encountered would also eye her in the same
manner. However, they usually had smirks on their faces, especially if
their boyfriends were in tow. Try as they might, they simply could never
divert their boyfriend’s attention well enough or long enough. Guys can
see blond from their peripheral vision a hundred times better than any
other color, or so it seemed to Mila. And their genetically-instructed
gut instincts, passed down from DNA structures as old as Adam himself,
commanded that they look before they even think. Why were all guys so…
this way? Simply because all those who weren’t never reproduced and
died off millennia ago. Darwin’s theory proven yet again.
Guys were drawn to Mila like bees to flowers and honey. It had been this
way for Mila for years…since she’d hit adolescence. Actually, she’d
always been the prettiest girl in class throughout grade school, wherever
she happened to living at the time. She’d always been the teacher’s
favorite, and the favorite of all her peers. That was always how it had
been before she hit puberty. But when that did happen and she began
filling out, it was like she was suddenly granted with some kind of
magical power over every guy in school. And many girls became desperate
to be her friend while others seldom spoke to her again.
Her mother, Countess Rosnovsky, told Mila that that’s how things were
going to be for her from that point on…that she was extremely privileged
in life and that it was something she might as well get used to.
And it was true, Mila got used to it very quickly. That adoration was
what she fed on…it became the very backbone of her self-confidence. And
confidence was one thing Mila knew she’d never have to do without,
wherever the Countess decided they should live. People were the same
wherever she went. She could play them easily by little more than her
presence alone. And Swans Crossing, a place she’d never heard of before
she moved there, was to be no exception.
Sydney had always patted herself on the back for being the most beautiful
girl in Swans Crossing. Well, in fact, she had others do that for her.
Everything was fine and dandy until Mila moved into town. Sydney could
not stand the competition. But at the same time, she knew it was in her
best interest to have Mila as her best-est and closest buddy. Because
both knew that if Sydney had to compete against Mila she would lose…flat
out. If all the popular people in Swans Crossing had to choose which
girl they would rather hang out with, obviously they would pick the most
beautiful. Since Sydney had so much to lose, she immediately elected Mila
as her new best friend, which put Mila at a comfortable #2 in Swans
Crossing’s social hierarchy, even though she’d only been in town a few
short days.
Nancy once relished her status as Sydney’s best friend, and used it
devoutly to look down on and belittle every other girl in Swans Crossing
(besides Sydney of course). Being Sydney’s “fool” was a small price to
pay for the privilege of having every other girl in town look up to and
wish they were her. Not that they actually did wish they were Nancy,
however. Nancy was, ironically, one of the most homely girls in Swans
Crossing. If it had not been for Sydney choosing Nancy as her best
friend, a girl like her could only dream of the status she enjoyed.
That’s why Nancy ate it up for all it was worth: she knew that, with her
looks, her days were numbered. It could not go on forever.
That day came when Mila moved into town. She was by far more beautiful
than even Sydney herself. And since Sydney made the rules…when it came
down Sydney’s proverbial neck or Nancy’s, it was Nancy who was ‘beheaded’
by Mila’s presence. Nancy found herself having to look to those who she
once snubbed and belittled for acceptance and status. And, being the way
things are in Swan’s social structure, they rejected Nancy for having
been such a tyrant while at the top. She found herself having to hang
out with nerds and girls no prettier than her, which she loathed
incessantly. She’d lost everything…all because of this girl named Mila.
Although Sydney managed to keep her social status, she still was not
totally immune to Mila’s influences either. As expected, Garrett set his
sights on Mila immediately; something Sydney had been afraid of but was
powerless to stop. He became more and more involved with Mila until the
two became an unofficial couple.
Plan A, which was to scheme Garrett and Mila apart by manipulating her
into hating him, worked for a while. But Garrett used Sydney’s own
tactics against her and forced Sydney to help scheme his way back into
Mila’s heart.
Plan B, like Plan A, was Nancy’s idea. Nancy, although rejected by
Sydney, was still a willing, eager, and cunning consultant of Sydney’s
whenever needed, especially if it involved sticking it to Mila. Plan B
offered a retreat, making things like they had been before Mila came to
town and disrupted an otherwise flawless and unshakable social order.
But that plan was something Sydney didn’t want to do…at least not under
these circumstances. It was something she had great reservations about.
But in the end, she realized she had no choice but to seduce Garrett if
she was ever to get him back…to have some semblance of how things had
been before.
Not to imply that Sydney did not want to have sex with the guy she loved
so dearly. But it was supposed to be a pristine event which, to taint
with something so devious as an ulterior motive, should be unthinkable
under any circumstances. But Sydney was put into a situation where either
she would most likely never have Garrett again, or submit to lowering her
expectations of what should be one of life’s most monumental events.
Seducing Garrett was the easy part, like she always thought it would be.
The hard part was getting him alone in the right place and the right time
with no possibility of interruption. Through scheming, she finally got
her mother and Ralph out of the mansion for the night. And since she was
giving it up prematurely, she thought she might as well fulfill some of
her fantasies of the big night by having lit candles everywhere, soft
music in the background, a bottle of iced champagne by the hot tub, and
new satin sheets on the bed.
They drank the champagne together in the hot tub. The warmth of the water
made her feel comfortable and the champagne made her not care about what
she was about to do. So after they’d gotten comfortable and sufficiently
inebriated, Sydney led him to her bedroom. Her intentions were not to
just have sex with him, but to make it a memorable experience that he’d
never forget as long as he lived. And she did just that. She wore him
out…to the best of her knowledge and ability to do so. But it was a lot
more his reward than hers…her reward came afterward. Having him cradle
her intimately in his arms, hearing him profess his undying love for her,
that he was truly sorry for all he’d done to her, and the promise that
he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to her were all the things
she longed so badly to hear. Garrett could not give Sydney enough
attention that night, which she relished, and Mila was the absolute
farthest thing from his mind. Garrett’s true, heartfelt affection was
all Sydney wanted, and somehow made what she’d just done worth all the
discomfort and exertion.
From that night onward, the Fabian shade took on a whole new meaning for
Garrett and Sydney. Glory, Garrett’s silent messenger to Sydney, was
unsuspecting of all this new drama that had unfolded in their
relationship. She thought that they simply had a lot to talk about
lately…but on a nightly basis?
Garrett decided that sex was something he’d rather not live without, so
it was something now expected from their relationship. Sydney had to give
it to Garrett anytime he wanted it, and of course he wanted it quite
often. She wasn’t thrilled with this for many reasons. For one, it made
their relationship different. True, they were back together, but sex
added another dimension to a relationship that was already complicated
enough as it was. Also, Sydney couldn’t use sex to control Garrett. She
couldn’t just give it to him when she approved of his behavior and not
give it when she didn’t. Knowing that Garrett could, and would, go back
to Mila if Sydney ever decided she didn’t feel compliant for whatever
reason negated any influence that arose from it. All that sex with none
of the power made Sydney feel like a butterfly without wings. She felt
stripped of a woman’s basic right, and felt she had sank down to the
shameful level of a slut. The feelings Garrett and Sydney always had for
each other began to feel hollow and empty as he focused more and more on
sex. Through it all, Sydney never stopped loving him. In fact she
sacrificed so much of herself out of sheer adoration.
But even with all that sex, Garrett’s feeling for her seemed to wane more
and more over time. This didn’t make sense in Sydney’s mind because she
was under the impression that all that sex had to mean he loved her back,
or at least would have to make him grow to love her over time.
However, in Garrett’s mind sex and love were two completely distinct
things, which complicated things in their relationship exponentially.
True, somewhere back in the dark recesses of his heart, Garrett did have
feelings for her. He’d always had them. These feelings could safely
called love. But he chose not to nurture it. His love for Sydney was
like an unwanted newborn baby that had been left in a dumpster. It
existed, no doubt, but its very presence was merely a nuisance…a problem
that would hopefully go away if ignored long enough.
No amount of empty pillow talk or hollow caresses could substitute for
the love Sydney so desperately needed from Garrett. But over time, Sydney
came to like sex also. In fact she needed it, and grew to literally burn
inside for it. It was one thing in her life that truly made her feel
beautiful, desirable, and a woman in the truest sense of the word. But
perhaps most importantly, sex seemed like a well-enough substitute for
love, when she used a little imagination.
But the lowered expectations arising from a relationship that was now
based on self-centered sex strained it, and they grew to where they could
barely speak to each other without fighting. The only times they weren’t
fighting were when they were having sex, which oddly enough made her
desire it even more.
Sydney endured all this turmoil out of her undying need for Garrett’s
love, and he knew he had no need to even bother giving any to Sydney. He
knew its absence was the bond that kept Sydney so desperately clinging on
to him. Giving Sydney any amount of love would empower her to begin
using sex as a means of control. And Garrett, being the consummate
leader necessitated that he have absolute control in their relationship
and call all the shots. How much of a loveless relationship Sydney was
willing to take, or not take, really made little difference to him. Mila
would be just as compliant as her, given work and time. Garrett didn’t
have to worry about Mila getting someone else because he knew her
standards were too high to settle for second best. Mila was just
patiently biding her time. Garrett didn’t know how long Mila was willing
to wait, or how long it would take for him to become utterly bored with
having sex with Sydney. All he knew was that he had it made in the shade,
no matter what happened.
And so, Plan B was a glowing success. Sydney got what she wanted and
Garrett’s attention turned from Mila completely, so it seemed. However,
Sydney knew she was living in a house of cards. All Mila had to do to get
Garrett back was to simply give it up just as Sydney had. And knowing
Garrett, there would be nothing Sydney could do to stop him. But
everyone’s desire to have sex with her was the very heart of what Mila
fed on…it was the very fuel of her confidence and self-worth. And as any
highly desirable woman like Sydney or Mila is keenly aware of…if you
satisfy the need, you lose the demand. With this in mind, Sydney was
betting that Mila valued every man’s perpetual desire of her above all
else…even over her own desire to have Garrett. Indeed, Mila could have
any other guy she wanted with a lot less effort. And as shaky and
delicately balanced this situation was…Sydney had the advantage over Mila,
at least for the moment. Sydney only hoped that this window of
opportunity would last long enough to give her the time she needed to
make Garrett to fall in love with her. But, judging from how Sydney and
Garrett’s relationship continued on a downward slope into turmoil, despite
years of a vibrant sex life, holding out for his love was something that
in reality seemed more and more futile.
“Mila!” the familiar squeaky voice shouted as she stepped out of the
student center. Mila considered if she should act like she didn’t hear
him, but finally decided to respond. She didn’t want him to yell louder,
drawing even more undesirable attention to herself.
“Hey Owen,” she said flatly as he walked up to her.
“What’s going on?”
“Just got something to eat before my next class,” she replied.
“Oh really? You should have waited for me. We could have had lunch
together.”
Mila quickly glanced at the faces around her, hoping no one was noticing
this geek was talking to her…wishing it were anyone else but him.
“Well I don’t want to keep you waiting Owen. You’d better hurry up and
eat before your next class.”
“Oh, I have plenty of time to do that. You think you could…maybe join
me? I mean, I know you’ve already eaten…”
“Owen, I’d love to. But if I did I’d be late for my next class. Oh,
there’s Sandy! She just went inside. If you hurry you can catch her!”
“Sandy? Cool,” Owen said, looking over his shoulder. Then he turned back
and smiled a stupid kind of smile that he considered very flirtatious.
“Well, I’ll see you later huh?”
“Yea ok whatever. Seeya,” Mila said as she quickly walked away.
Owen smiled to himself victoriously, thinking, ‘Yea, you go guy!’ and
went inside the student center looking for Sandy, who was not even in the
building.
“Callie, there’s a study area on the second floor,” Jimmy complained, as
she continued leading him up the stairs. “We just passed it.”
“Too many people,” she replied. “It’s always crowded at this time of
day.”
“Is there another study area up here?”
“Yea…kinda,” Callie said, smiling to herself, “on the seventh floor.”
“Well if I’d known we were going to the seventh floor, I would have taken
the elevator.”
“Hey, stairs are good exercise,” she said, turning around and showing off
her figure to him. “It’s what keeps me so thin and sexy.”
“That it does,” he said, raising his eyebrows in pleasure as he gazed at
her body. “That it does.”
Stepping onto the fifth floor, and covertly locking the stairway door
behind them, Callie led him throughout all the aisles, looking for anyone
else who may be there. As usual, no one was. No one ever went to the
seventh floor.
“So where’s the study area?” Jimmy asked suspiciously. They were in the
same aisle that Glory & J.T. had been earlier that day.
Callie simply took off her heavy backpack, and without a word dropped it
on the floor, making a loud thump. Then she walked up to Jimmy with a
fire in her eyes that said something between ‘you’re mine’ and ‘take me,
I’m yours.’ She embraced him roughly, pulled him to her, and planted her
lips firmly on his.
Jimmy pulled back from her, laughing, beginning to realize that he’d just
been scammed. “You mean this whole thing was…?”
Before he could complete his sentence, she kissed him again and whispered,
“Yea…”
“In the library?” he said, still kind of laughing. “That’s kinky. But
what if somebody comes in?”
“They won’t catch us,” she explained in a sensuous tone, entranced by the
moment. “The stairway door is locked. And we can hear the elevator door
from here if it opens.”
“Mmmmm,” Jimmy purred in a deep voice, returning her embrace. His lips
met hers and they kissed with a passion fueled by the nervousness of
making out in a public place and the danger of being caught.
In no time, the entire seventh floor was permeated by deep, loud,
breathing which trembled with emotion; and noisy, open-mouthed kisses;
coupled with the occasional breathy ‘oh’s and ‘ahh’s that neither were
very aware of saying. Both constantly repositioned their embrace, trying
to get a better hold on the other…trying to squeeze their bodies more
tightly together than they already were.
They eventually worked their way down to a sitting position without
missing a beat. And when Jimmy took the liberty of reclining her down on
the carpeted floor and getting on top of her, she offered no resistance.
“Ow,” she said between deep breaths, and contorted her face in pain and
discomfort. Having this 150 pound guy on top of her was heaven, but
being pressed down with that much force onto the hard, albeit carpeted,
floor was anything but.
Jimmy realized he was making her uncomfortable, so he moved down and began
kissing her belly. He French-kissed her navel, which made her moan and
squirm as she ran her hands through and tugged at his thick, dark hair.
Still engrossed in kissing her belly, Jimmy raised her shirt up, baring
Callie from her sternum to her jeans. Placing his hands firmly around
her back and choosing a point above and to the left of her navel, just
below her rib cage, he put his open mouth firmly on her warm, silky-smooth
skin. She felt him lick it all around, in a circle. And then he began
sucking as hard as he possibly could. It kind of tickled and it kind of
stung, but it felt good. That feeling, along with the idea of the look
on someone’s face if he or she stepped into that aisle and saw what they
were doing, made her begin laughing hysterically, with an occasional
‘ow!’ thrown in.
Jimmy periodically lifted his head and examined his work, checking for
the desired effect. If not, he continued on the same spot. But if it
was how he wanted it, he moved slightly to the right. The eventually he
worked his way down. Then farther to the right again.
He continued doing this for a good fifteen or twenty minutes…they both
kind of lost track of the time. And when he was through, Callie had
tears in her eyes from laughing for so long. Her belly felt as though it
was on fire, but it felt cool also because it was completely covered with
his saliva.
“Now everyone will know you’re my girl,” Jimmy said, smiling at her in a
knowing way. He sounded somewhat breathless and exhausted.
Callie sat up and examined what he’d done to her. Seeing the letters J.C.
hickey-ed into her belly, she began laughing hysterically again.
“That is so wild!” she managed to say, still laughing uncontrollably.
Then they began kissing again, with renewed passion and ecstasy.
“I know what I want to do to you,” Callie said breathlessly between
kisses, gazing into his eyes with a look of fiery conquest. She slipped
her hand under his shirt and sensuously rubbed the bare skin of his well-
defined chest. Then, grabbing a handful of skin, she squeezed it
mercilessly, digging her nails in.
Jimmy shut his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth while his entire body
began quivering. He took the pain as long as he could, but eventually
his body heaved in pain and he uttered, “Oooooow! Callie you’re too
rough!”
“Aww, poor baby,” she cooed, lifting his shirt and examining the four red
marks on his chest made by her fingernails. She rubbed the area lovingly
with her hand and began kissing it tenderly and passionately.
“Oh my god,” Jimmy whispered to himself. Then, his eyes snapped open and
he exclaimed, “Oh my god!”
Jimmy’s sudden enthusiasm made Callie snap out of her trance. She pulled
back and asked, “What?”
“My mid-term! What time is it?!”
“Fifteen ‘til two!”
“I’ve got five minutes to get to class,” Jimmy said. Then he grabbed her
in one final embrace. Pausing just before his lips met hers, he
whispered, “Callie, I want you so much. I want you so much…” Both tried
to put everything they felt into their final kiss before he took off
running toward the stairway door. She bit her lower lip as she watched
him. When he got to the door, he fumbled with the lock momentarily before
looking back at her one last time and tearing down the stairs.
She leaned on the corner of a bookshelf, happy but sad, in pain but in
pleasure, exhausted but energized. She ran her hand over her belly. The
pain had lessened somewhat into a steady burn. ‘This is how my heart
burns for you,’ she thought to herself.
“Hey Nance,” Owen said, walking up to the table where she sat alone.
“Seen Sandy around?”
‘Oh gosh,’ Nancy thought to herself. ‘Geek alert’
“Hi Owen,” she said. “No, I haven’t seen Sandy.”
“Mind if I sit down?”
“Go ahead,” she said in a flat and disinterested tone. Although Nancy
was far from the likes of Sydney and Mila, she still mimicked them on an
unconscious level. She convinced herself that whenever a geeky type like
Owen spoke to her, it was only because she was so beautiful and
desirable. And because of that, they were ultimately only after one
thing…no matter how far from the truth it may have been. But since that
was what she made herself believe, she acted the part and tried to
emulate the arrogance and snobbery of the beautiful, upper-class girls to
the best of her ability. If she could fool others into believing it as
well, hopefully she might be put on a pedestal alongside the girls she
envied and admired so much.
“So, are you doing anything tonight?” Owen asked with a knowing smile.
“Ha!” Nancy exploded. “Are you trying to ask me out or something,
Fowler?”
Owen blinked in confusion.
“No,” he said in all honesty, wondering why she was so convinced that that
was his intention. “I just thought you girls had something planned for
tonight, that’s all.”
“Oh, it’s ‘us girls’ now, huh?” Nancy asked. “Owen…honestly! I
appreciate the attention. I do. But I’m really not interested, ok?”
Because of his naiveté, Owen did not really follow Nancy’s line of
reasoning or understand what she was implying. But he didn’t care to
because his mind was focused on one thing only.
“I was just wondering if Mila was going to be at the slumber party
tonight,” he asked with a hopeful smile.
That innocent statement of his was like a fatal blow to Nancy’s patchwork
ego, and she leered at him angrily.
“I guess so!” she snapped between gritted teeth.
“What?” Owen said, confused by her apparent out-of-the-blue anger.
“Mila, Mila, Mila…is that all you guys think about?” Nancy demanded.
“No, I was kinda looking forward to seeing Sydney there, too,” Owen
replied with a smile. “Maybe she’ll play my organ again.”
“Goodbye Owen,” she said sternly.
“Alright,” he said, getting out of his seat. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yea,” she replied in a barely audible tone.
‘Women,’ Owen thought to himself as he walked to the exit. ‘I’ll never
understand them as long as I live.’
That night, the slumber party was well on its way. Of the three bedrooms
available (Sydney & Mila’s, Callie & Glory’s, and Sandy & Nancy’s), it
was decided that they should use Sandy & Nancy’s room under the
explanation that some of the girls in the other rooms had to go to bed
early because of morning classes. But the truth was that Sandy and Nancy
were the two girls least likely to be needing any privacy that evening.
The first hour of the slumber party was girls-only, which consisted of
music, make-up, singing, dancing, laughter, gossip, and jokes.
Occasionally one of the girls would disappear to change into their PJs.
Nancy, Sandy, and Glory’s were conservative as usual. Callie’s cami & tap
was a bit more eye-catching since it showed off her long, slender legs.
It was met with woos and yeas. Sydney was not to be outdone, however.
She came out wearing a teddy…not too revealing, but easily the most eye-
catching yet. There was no question she had her mind set on some action
that night. The girls screamed and yelled in approval. Finally, Mila
showed off her stretch-lace chemise, which quite literally was semi-
transparent up top and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
The girls were stunned into silence. Some looked at each other for clues
on how to react. Others just stared with their mouths hanging open.
Their thoughts ranged from ‘This is a joke, right? When should we start
laughing?’ to ‘She seriously isn’t going to wear that in front of the
guys, is she?’ to ‘I wish I could be that bold’ to ‘If I had a pair like
that, I’d show them off too’ to ‘What’s he going to do when he sees her?
Will he even speak want to me?’
“Well?” Mila asked with a smile, holding her hands up in question.
“The lace pattern is nice,” Glory said, wanting to be nice and break the
silence. “It’s really pretty.”
“Yea,” Sandy agreed, unwilling to voice her own opinion.
“Thanks,” Mila said, beaming at them.
“As you all know, I’m seldom surpassed,” Sydney said with a smile. “But
this is one situation where I really don’t think I’d want to.”
Most of the girls laughed, which lifted the nervousness and uneasiness.
Nancy, however, didn’t like this at all. Wasn’t anyone going to say
anything?
“Mila!” Nancy exclaimed in disgust. “You aren’t going to wear that are
you? You can see right through that thing!” Nancy tried to speak as
though her intentions were merely in the interests of being tactful and
prudent. Although in reality, she was incensed. The fact was that when
the guys arrive, all eyes are going to be on Mila anyway. She didn’t
have to wear something that revealing. Nancy already knew none of them
were going to give her a second look. And with Mila wearing a stretch-
lace chemise, it guaranteed they weren’t even going to give her a first.
Although it was an honest attempt, Mila saw right through to Nancy’s real
intentions. Obviously the most unattractive girl in the room is going
to be the most outspoken against Mila wearing something so revealing. The
competition was just too much for someone like her. But rather than to
address the issue directly, Mila shrewdly chose to target Nancy’s low-
self esteem and play on her insecurities.
“Nancy, how thoughtful of you to notice,” she said in a fake tone. “But…
why on earth are you looking at my boobs? Do you like them or something?”
Speechless, Nancy became nervous and uneasy. However, Mila wasn’t
finished. She walked right up to where Nancy was standing, mere inches
away. Then she pulled back her shoulders and stuck out her chest.
“Here Nance, have a better look,” Mila said, with a cold, confident stare.
Nancy wordlessly looked down and to the side, trying to act as though
Mila wasn’t getting to her.
The rest of the girls watched the scenario unfold in silent disbelief.
Except for Sydney, who smiled widely and thoroughly enjoyed seeing Mila
utilize her power over Nancy. To Sydney, this kind of thing was not only
the pinnacle of entertainment, but also a first-hand demonstration of how
much power she herself had over more common-looking girls…without having
to get her own hands dirty. Indeed, beauty not only gives a woman nearly
total domination over every man she meets, but also empowers her to snap
what little confidence other women might have with only negligible effort.
“You poor thing,” Mila continued, “you don’t even have any of your own.
Aren’t you the least bit curious as to what they feel like? Well,
naturally you must wonder. So go ahead, touch them if you want…if that’s
the kind of thing you’re into. Just consider it as me doing you a favor.”
Utterly crushed and humiliated, it took every ounce of Nancy’s strength
to keep her composure. She didn’t know how long she could keep it up,
however.
Suddenly, a strong hand landed on Mila’s shoulder and spun her around
roughly.
“That’s enough!” Callie said, leering at her angrily.
“Hey, I was just having some fun,” Mila said. She looked at Callie
conceitedly and walked away. While Callie didn’t exactly intimidate her,
Mila knew she was not a person to be messed with.
“Nancy,” Callie said to her quietly, “don’t let her get to you. She’s so
caught up in herself, it’s crazy.”
“Yea,” Glory said, stepping up to them. “Mila might have her assets, but
they’re all on the surface.”
“She’s as shallow as they come,” Sandy said, joining the girls.
“Thanks you guys,” Nancy said. “She just…really humiliated me.”
“Hey, but she only humiliated you in front of us,” Glory said. “And
we’re your friends so you don’t have anything to worry about.”
“What if she’d said those things in front of the guys?” Sandy asked
sympathetically. “That’s what would have been humiliating.”
“Look Nancy,” Callie continued. “We’re all going to have lots of fun
tonight. The guys are going to be here. And if they’re anything like
Jimmy was earlier today, they’re going to be looking for some fun.”
“Not with me, though,” Nancy whined.
“Hey,” Glory said. “Let’s look at all the guys who are single. There’s
Owen.”
“Great,” Nancy said, sarcastically.
“There’s Neil,” Glory continued. Nancy simply rolled her eyes.
“Nancy, there’s guys all over campus,” Sandy said. “You just have to get
out and meet somebody.”
“All this is so easy for you guys to say,” Nancy whined. “Every one of
you already has a boyfriend.”
“Look at all of them over there in their little group,” Mila said to
Sydney. “I bet they hate me.”
“Well, you were kind of rough on Nancy,” Sydney said with a devilish
smile. “But I thought it was cool. You really did put that girl in her
place.”
“Yes,” Mila replied with a smile. “I did, didn’t I?”
“She was simply shattered. I couldn’t have done it better myself.”
“Do you think this is too much?” Mila asked, pointing to her chemise.
“It doesn’t matter what I think,” Sydney said with a disinterested shrug.
“The guys are the ones who are going to have an opinion on it.”
“What do you think it will be?” Mila asked.
“They’ll be horrified,” Sydney said sarcastically. “They’ll cover their
eyes and refuse to open them again until you put on something decent. The
lace really is pretty, though. And I see you don’t have tan lines.”
“Yes, Mother bought me my very own tanning bed,” Mila said. “It’s in my
bedroom back home.”
“I was there not too long ago and I didn’t see it!” Sydney said.
“It’s behind the mirror, for privacy. I try to use it at least three
times a week.”
“So tell me, why are you wearing something so revealing?” Sydney asked
passively…afraid of letting the desperation of her curiosity seem too
obvious. “Whose eye are you trying to catch?”
“I like attention,” Mila said matter-of-factly, but purposely avoiding
the question. Raising her eyebrows casually, she continued, “I want it.
And I’m going to get it.”
“Yea, you’ll get it all right” Sydney said. Then her forehead wrinkled
in thought. “Mila, I really think you should go over and apologize to
Nancy.”
“Why? You said you thought it was cool…”
“Yes, it was,” Sydney explained. “But right now there’s four girls off
by themselves and probably talking about what a bitch you are. Nobody’s
going to have a good time tonight if there’s animosity floating around
spoiling everything. Tonight is special and I don’t want anything
messing it up. So go over there and apologize.”
Mila looked down at the carpet for a second, not used to having someone
commanding her to do something, but agreed.
“Hey you guys,” Mila said, walking up to them. “Nancy. I’m really sorry
how I acted. If I’d known wearing this thing would have caused such a
stir, I would’ve just worn something else. And Nancy, all that stuff I
said was just idle talk. I just thought everyone would think it was
funny.”
Mila hugged Nancy, who hugged her back only half-heartedly.
“Please forgive me, ok?” Mila asked.
“Ok. I forgive you,” Nancy said, speaking more by peer obligation than
anything else.
“Great,” Mila smiled.
“Tell me Mila,” Sandy asked. “Why are you wearing something you can see
through? I mean, what do you hope to accomplish?”
“What do you think?” Mila asked with a smile and a shrug, looking at
Sandy as if she were an idiot.
“I just wish you weren’t wearing it, that’s all,” Glory said.
“Why?” Mila asked. “I mean, it’s not like it’s a big deal. You see them
every day in the mirror.”
“It’s not about that, Mila,” Callie said. “I just don’t like the idea of
Jimmy seeing you like that. And I’m sure they don’t want their guys
seeing you like that either.”
“Well,” Mila said over-confidently. “That just means all of you are
going to have to work that much harder to keep their attention then,
doesn’t it? And honestly, do any of you think it will take that much
effort?”
There was momentary silence.
“Of course not,” Sandy said, not actually so sure about herself but
unwilling to put herself down and give Mila that much credit at the same
time. The other girls remained silent for the exact same reason.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. There was an air of excitement
in the room as Sydney went to open the door.
“Oh, hi Sophia,” she said. “Come in.”
“Hello sweetie, hello all,” Sophia said. She strutted in carrying a
plain paper bag.
The rest of the girls greeted her.
“So, did you get it?” Sydney asked.
“Honey, I always get it,” Sophia joked. “Yes, it’s in the bag.”
“What’s in the bag?” Sandy asked.
Sydney looked inside, then pulled out three bottles of red wine.
“The hard stuff,” Sydney said.
“Alcohol?” Sandy asked in amazement.
“It’s a surprise,” Sydney continued. “I want us all to have a good
time.”
“Sophia, how did you get it?” Glory asked.
“I’m a junior,” Sophia said arrogantly. “I’m old enough to buy it
myself.”
“Thanks Sophia,” Sydney said. “You’ve made our night that much more
special.”
“No problem,” Sophia said, heading back toward the door. Then, turning
to look at them all one last time, said, “My aren’t you girls just the
cutest things, trying to look all sexy and grown up…”
Seeing Mila made her stop in mid-sentence. “Oh my god, look at you!”
“Yea I know,” Mila replied. “It’s a knock-out, huh?”
“Are the guys coming over here tonight?” Sophia asked Sydney in an
uncharacteristically vulnerable tone, ignoring what Mila had said.
“Every one of them,” Sydney said.
Sophia looked at Mila one last time with a smirk. It was true that even
Sophia’s beauty paled in comparison to her. Although that was a fact she
dared not admit, lest the entire little world she built around herself
might begin to unravel. The best she knew to cope with Mila was to
simply ignore her. She turned her attention on Callie instead.
“Well, well, well…Callie,” Sophia said, turning to her. “I’m sure Jimmy
will enjoy that thing you’re wearing.”
“Oh, I plan on it,” Callie replied confidently.
Stung yet again, Sophia began ignoring Callie as well.
“Anyway, I hope all of you have a good time,” Sophia said in a defeated
tone, yet somehow holding onto her pride. And in one last futile attempt
to raise her damaged esteem with a final putdown, she said, “Ta-ta,
children.”
“Guys, tonight’s the night,” Garrett said confidently, leaning against
the table in the Tool & Die. Everyone cheered in approval.
“Babes in PJs looking for some action!” J.T. exclaimed.
“Well how much action are you planning on getting, Adams?” Barek asked
with a sly grin.
J.T. merely gave him a knowing wink in response, and Barek shook his head
in silent understanding.
“Are you guys sure you need me?” Neil asked, nearly hyperventilating.
“Neil…” Garrett said accusingly. “Don’t wuss out on us.”
“You gave your word,” Owen added.
“O-ok, I’m in,” Neil finally said. “No backing out now.”
“Babes!” Garrett shouted.
“Babes!” everyone else shouted, besides Neil.
“Come on Neil,” Jimmy said. “Say it with us! Get pumped!”
“Babes!” they all shouted, including Neil.
“Again!” Jimmy said.
“BABES!”
“Let’s roll!” Bob said. Everyone hopped on their motorcycles & started
them up. Owen, however, had only moved up to a mini-bike.
“Remember the plan!” Garrett shouted over the noise. “First Jimmy’s
dad’s restaurant, then the girl’s dorm!”
“Yea!” everyone shouted.
Barek opened up the sliding door, gave them an honorary salute, and out
they went one-by-one.
Sandy picked up the ringing phone.
“Hello? Our pizzas are here? Yes. Great, send them up!”
“Who was it?” Nancy asked.
“Apparently Sydney ordered pizzas for us! She even paid for them in
advance”
“Yes! I could use something to eat.”
Within moments, there was a knock on the door. Sandy looked through the
spy hole, but could only see a pizza box logo.
“Pizzas are here!” she shouted to everyone.
“Pizzas?” Sydney said in surprise. “Great!”
Sandy opened the door and all the guys rushed in, yelling in victory.
All the girls screamed in surprise.
“Just thought we’d drop by!” Garrett shouted in his usual fashion.
The guys followed the sounds of the girls to the Sandy and Nancy’s room,
where the event was taking place.
“I don’t think we’ll be line dancing this year,” J.T. said to Jimmy,
noticing the room’s relatively small size.
“Good,” he said, not particularly wanting to.
“Ahh, look at all these babes Neil,” Own said.
“Uh-huh,” Neil replied nervously, trying not to show interest.
“Hey Sydney,” Garret said to her, giving her a loving, passionate kiss.
“You didn’t think I’d miss this night did you?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said with sarcasm. “I’m sure you might have
found something to keep you occupied if it hadn’t been for the party.”
The rest of the guys eyed all the girls, checking out the pjs they were
wearing. Each of the girls who had a boyfriend watched him closely,
waiting for the inevitable. And sure enough, one-by-one the guys became
silent as their eyes stopped on Mila.
They were transfixed. Some of their mouths hung open without their
realizing it. This attention from them irritated all the other girls
incessantly. But none of them dared say anything.
Garrett’s attention slowly turned from Sydney when the room became
silent. Curious, he stepped past the guys and followed their stare. As
soon as Sydney was out of his field of vision, her smile vanished and
became a jealous smirk. She stretched her neck to peer around the rest
of the guys. She knew what was to come.
“Oh, Mila!” Garrett said, freezing dead in his tracks and doing a double
take…checking to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Then he
slowly began grinning from ear to ear, brimming with self-confidence and
a newfound interest in her. “Mila, Mila, Mila, Mila…”
“You like it?” she asked, looking him with as much raw lust in her eyes
as she could possibly project.
“Not bad…” he said, snapping himself out of his daze and managing to
keep his composure. “Boy, you sure know how to pick what to wear.”
“Thanks,” she said with a pleased smile, walking up to face him.
Sydney could take no more. She elbowed her way past the guys and took
Garrett by the hand, turning her charm back on.
“So Garrett, I have some amazing things to tell you,” Sydney said. “You
would not believe…”
“Sure Sydney,” Garrett said, turning to go with Sydney as she pulled him
away. However, he kept his head toward Mila and unashamedly looked her
up and down one last time. Then, catching her eyes again, he smiled that
confident, million-dollar smile of his. She returned his smile, licking
her lips invitingly.
Sydney almost dislocated Garrett’s shoulder as she gave his arm one
final, frustrated pull. He finally snapped back to his senses and went
off with her.
“So Bobby!” Sandy shouted at him to remind him that she was still there,
becoming fed up with his leering at Mila. “How did you do on your mid-
term?”
“Sandy,” Bob said. He stepped away from the guys, a bewildered look on
his face and sat down beside her on her bed. “I’m sorry I didn’t speak
to you earlier. Did you see what Mila was wearing?”
“I barely noticed,” she said with open sarcasm, but trying to hide her
frustration.
“I was just stricken by how obscene she’s being,” he said. “What’s the
point of dishonoring oneself in such a way to get attention from people
you otherwise would hardly speak to?”
“You think she’s being obscene?” Sandy asked hopefully.
“Very much so,” Bob replied.
Sandy smiled at him warmly.
“As for the test, I think I passed it,” Bob said. “But just barely. I
hope this means our deal is still on.”
“Yes, it’s still on,” Sandy replied, her eyes fixated on him in admiration
and respect.
“You look so stunning tonight,” he said, focusing all his attention on
her.
“Thank you,” Sandy said, looking down and silently flattered.
“Stunning enough to kiss,” he continued, putting his arm around her
shoulder.
“Keep talking,” she said, adoring the attention.
“My craving for you is unquenchable,” Bob whispered, embracing her warmly
and playing with her earlobe with his lips. “My passion for you is
beyond scope.”
Sandy languished silently with adulation, but couldn’t help but giggle
because he was tickling her ear a little.
“I yearn for you with immortal longings,” he continued.
“Oh Bobby…” Sandy said, utterly smitten.
“Bless me with a kiss,” he whispered lovingly.
Oblivious to those around them, Bob and Sandy kissed with a totality
unequalled by any they’d shared before.
“Hey Callie,” Jimmy said, sitting down beside her on the sofa.
“Oh, don’t even speak to me,” Callie said angrily.
“Now why are you acting like this?” Jimmy asked in a semi-flirtatious
voice, undaunted by her harsh tone.
“I saw how you were looking at Mila…how you couldn’t take your eyes off
her for about five minutes. And you didn’t even look at me.”
“Geez, I didn’t look at her for five minutes. It couldn’t have been more
than twenty seconds. And anyway, how was I supposed to know she’d be
dressed like that? I’m sure you did a double-take when you first saw her
wearing that, too.”
“Well those were twenty long seconds,” Callie said. “Why don’t you just
admit it? You think she’s absolutely gorgeous, don’t you?”
“You want me to be honest?” he asked.
“Yes.”
There was some reluctance in Jimmy’s voice as he began to speak.
“I think Mila is absolutely beautiful,” he said. Callie looked down,
trying to hide the sting of rejection she suddenly felt. “But I’d rather
have you.”
Callie’s melancholy expression slowly melted into a reluctant smile.
“You don’t mean that,” she said.
“I mean every word, Walker Woman,” he replied. “As beautiful as she is,
she’s not as interesting to me as you are, she’s not as funny as you are,
and she’s not a friend like you are. She’s hollow and empty inside, and
there’s no way I could possibly love a girl like that.”
“What are you saying? Are you saying you love me or something?” she
asked.
“Callie, I thought by now you’d know,” he replied. “Don’t you realize
that I love you more than life itself? I’m drawn to you by something
irresistible. I couldn’t ignore that feeling even if I tried. Being near
you, touching you, putting my arms around you, and kissing you are my
greatest treasures in life.”
Holding hands, they messaged each other’s skin with their thumbs.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” she said reluctantly. “I mean, you did
look at her for a long time.”
As they spoke, they were slowly and unconsciously moving towards each
other as if by magnetism. And by this point, his lips were barely
grazing hers.
“Walker Woman, there can’t be any other besides you,” he said with quiet
earnest. “If I had to choose another, Mila would not even be a
consideration.”
“But you said she’s absolutely beautiful,” she argued. “Doesn’t that
make you want her?”
“Well that’s depends on what I want, doesn’t it?” Jimmy said with a slight
grin, privately amused and perplexed by how important his attention
seemed to be to her.
“Exactly what is it that you want?” Callie asked.
“I want something Mila couldn’t possibly give me,” Jimmy replied.
“Friendship, companionship, a soul mate, someone I can hang out with and
relate to. Mila can’t give me more than you. She couldn’t give me a
fraction of what you give me. You’re the only one I want and Mila could
never be a substitute, by any stretch of the imagination.”
“Did you like looking at her, though?”
“Callie, haven’t you heard a word I’ve said? I was just shocked that
Mila would wear something that revealing,” Jimmy said, growing a bit
frustrated. “That’s all there was to it.”
“Did you think they were nice?”
Jimmy sighed.
“Yes, they’re nice. But that’s not the point. The point is that I don’t
care for her one bit and I never will.”
“Do you think Mila’s are better than mine?”
“Callie, why are you doing this to me?”
“So you do think Mila’s are better than mine?” she persisted.
“Do you think that’s all you are to me?” Jimmy demanded. “Do you think
that’s all I see in a woman? If you think I’m that shallow, you are so
wrong.”
“Jimmy, I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just that seeing you look at her
made me jealous. I just need as much reassurance from you right now as
I can get.”
Jimmy had a thoughtful look in his eyes.
“You know, they say actions speak louder than words…”
“Oh, do they?”
Jimmy’s lips met hers. In his kiss was not only the familiar love and
passion that she was used to. There was also a solemnity and weight he
added that silently pleaded to convince her of the fact that she was his
only interest, now and forever.
When they pulled away, his eyes were not full of happiness as usual but a
mixture of searing pain and burning love. He loved her so much that it
literally hurt, and the idea that she would question that made it
impossible to hide the conflict in his heart.
Callie was suddenly sorry for scrutinizing Jimmy as much as she did.
There was no question now that Jimmy was being honest and that Callie
truly was the only girl he was interested in. She pushed him down on the
couch, got on top of him, and kissed him fervently in an effort to show
him her gratitude.
“Callie, know that you mean more to me than anything. Please know that.
I can’t express to you enough that you’re so much more than a woman to
me.”
Callie’s first thought was to remember a Bee Gees song that said
virtually the same thing. But then she re-focused her mind on Jimmy, and
tried to comprehend the depth of what he was saying. She did understand
in a way, but was unwilling to completely accept it.
She knew that Jimmy was saying what he believed. His honesty wasn’t in
question. But was what he was telling her actually true? As much as
Callie wanted to believe it, to do so would mean she’d have to do some
re-evaluation. She’d have to start thinking more of herself than she’d
ever given herself credit for. And Callie wasn’t sure if she was ready
to make that move. She was afraid that if she began thinking more of
herself, it would begin to show in the way she acted around her friends.
She didn’t want them to think Jimmy was making her stuck-up.
Self-confidence was something Callie had never tried to fool herself into
believing she had, like Mila. Instead, she simply tried to accept and
live with the things she couldn’t change about herself, and sought the
strength to change what she could. For a man to be attracted to Callie
and desire her, despite being in the presence of women who guys are
supposed to think of as ideal…was kind of baffling to her. It was just
too easy to accept what Jimmy was making so obvious. Wasn’t there a
saying that went ‘if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is?’
Jimmy, on the other hand, was somewhat perplexed by Callie. It was so
important to him for Callie to understand how much she meant to him. But
Callie seemed trapped behind a wall of her own denial. As much as he
labored to break it down and get through to her, she would build it back
up just as quickly. He couldn’t understand why it was so important for
her to, in effect, push him away like that. Was this something he
supposed to take personally? Was this Callie’s way of trying to give him
some sort of hint about something that he just wasn’t picking up on? Or
was this merely her way of telling him that he’s on the right path and
that he just has to persevere and keep going? Maybe persistence was what
she was looking for. Maybe Callie needed to know that Jimmy felt she was
worth struggling for, even if it meant going against what at times seemed
to be pure futility.
“Why don’t you two get a room or something?” Nancy asked from nearby,
annoyed at the amount of affection they openly showed each other.
Jimmy & Callie stopped kissing and looked at Nancy while she spoke, then
exchanged glances that said to the effect ‘I’m game. Are you?’ Before
either could give a definite reaction, they were interrupted by Garrett
yelling for Jimmy to join him.
“Had enough?” Glory asked as J.T. made his way over to the bed she was
sitting on.
“Enough of what?” he asked innocently.
“Enough of Mila’s boobs?”
“Oh, that?” J.T. laughed guiltily. “Why…I wasn’t staring at them.
Garrett was just having a conversation with her and I was just watching
to see what would happen.”
“Don’t lie to me J.T.,” she said, unconvinced.
J.T. paused, then confessed.
“Ok, I was looking at them,” he said. “I’m guilty. I’m sorry. But heck,
what can you expect a guy to do?”
“I don’t know,” she said sarcastically. “I just hope that wandering eyes
is all I can expect from you. I’d hate to hear you try to use that same
excuse for something else.”
“Now Glory,” he said, again in an apologetic tone. “You’re the one I
love. You always have been and you always will be. About looking at
Mila, guys have a drive that they just can’t control. It makes them want
to look even when they know they’re not supposed to. It’s just an
instinct, so don’t worry about it.”
“Well I’m not so sure I like that instinct.”
“Well you’d better be glad we have it.”
“Why?”
“Because otherwise you girls would never have children. And the human
race as we know it would end.”
“Well how come Mila makes you react like that and I don’t?”
“Gosh Glory, you do. It’s just that you’re not wearing what she is,” J.T.
replied.
“Do you think Mila’s sexier than I am?”
“Glory,” he said…unsure how to continue. “Don’t you know there are two
kinds of girls in this world?”
“I’m listening,” she said, wanting to hear more.
“You see,” J.T. continued. “Some girls, like Mila, are only good for
one thing. Other girls, like you, are good for a whole lot more. Glory,
I want to marry you one of these days. From the looks of Mila, she’s only
interested in one thing and there’s no doubt she’ll get it. But…who’d
want to have anything more to do with a girl like that? Who would want
to marry a girl like Mila? The answer is simple: nobody.”
“Are you still saying you’d like to have sex with her, though?” Glory
asked.
“Not as long as I have you,” he replied, his voice full of honesty. “I
mean, don’t get me wrong. She’s fine to look at. But I wouldn’t want to
take it anywhere beyond that. Glory, if I look, please forgive me. But
if I act on it, you have every right to dump me.”
“Will you ever act on it?”
“Not with Mila,” he replied. “Not with anyone else. There’s a much more
important girl in my life I have to keep me occupied.”
He gave her a loving kiss, which she gladly accepted.
It seemed as though all the guys had become disinterested in Mila all at
once. She thought she’d be the center of Garrett’s attention, and the
center of all the other guy’s attention as bonuses. But instead, all of
them had gone off with their respective girlfriends within moments of
arriving. All besides the two geeks, Owen and Neil, who seemed bound and
determined to entrap her in a conversation that would last perpetually.
“Oh really? That’s interesting,” Mila said, totally disinterested in
what they were saying. She kept looking behind and beyond the two of
them, watching intensely for any quick glances from any of the other guys,
and wondering if and when any of them were going to come back. And where
were Garrett and Sydney?
Although Owen and Neil were quite adept at maintaining the conversation
with Mila with little input from her, all they actually did was stare at
her breasts. Mila was by no means modest because she felt she had no
reason to be. Even so, she thought all her stunning beauty should be for
more than just an amusement for a couple of dorks. Their ogling made her
begin to feel exposed for the first time that night. So she picked up a
robe from the bed and put it on, making sure to cover herself completely
with it.
“Garrett, what’s up with you?” Sydney asked him once she was far enough
away from others that their own conversations would drown out Garrett
and Sydney’s.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Don’t give me that crap, what the hell’s up with you and Mila?”
Garrett shook his head in confusion.
“What are you talking about?” he asked again.
“When you spoke to Mila just now, I saw the way you looked at her and I
saw the way she looked at you. What I want to know is…why in the hell
did that happen?”
“Sydney,” Garrett began to explain, “probably because….”
He paused, looking off into space, trying to think of an answer.
“Probably because we haven’t seen each other in awhile. I mean, what’s
the big deal? We had a thing going for a while, I broke up with her, and
we stayed friends. And there’s still a bond between us. I actually
think it’s a small miracle that Mila and I can still be friends after all
we’ve been through.”
“Well I’m thrilled for the both of you,” Sydney said sarcastically.
“Just remember this. Don’t you ever let me catch you messing around with
her. I didn’t let you me on a nightly basis for four years
just so you could scratch an itch until you and Mila decide to reconcile.
I will not let you use me like that. I won’t have it, Booth. So just
remember that.”
Garrett laughed conceitedly and raised his hands in submission.
“Easy now Sydney. Don’t go jumping to conclusions. Do you have a
corkscrew? Otherwise, how do you expect us to get this wine open?”
“Didn’t you hear a word I said?” she asked, showing her teeth in anger.
“I heard, I heard,” Garrett said, laughing even harder this time.
“Here’s your damn corkscrew,” Sydney said, and tossed it at Garrett. He
caught it in mid-air and began working on opening the wine. “That
bottle’s the only other thing I want to catch you screwing tonight,
understand?”
Garrett stopped uncorking the bottle and began laughing hysterically.
“Jimmy!” he yelled, laughing obnoxiously. “Get over here and listen to
what Sydney just told me!”
“Be right back,” Jimmy said to Callie, and gave her a kiss to tide her
over. He left to join Garrett and Nancy immediately sat down in his
spot.
“So, you and Jimmy are obviously having a good time so far,” she said to
Callie.
“Yea, so far so good,” Callie replied with a nervous smile.
“Are you guys really going to get a room? I was just talking, I wasn’t
really serious.”
“Yea, probably. If he wants to.”
“Are you guys gonna…?”
“Oh Nancy, of course not,” Callie said. “Bite your tongue, girl!”
Callie heard Jimmy and Garrett begin laughing in unison, and saw them
both sharing a bottle of wine and drinking from it.
“Are you going to get drunk tonight?” Callie asked.
“I don’t know. I might as well. Who the hell’s going to care?”
“Just don’t get too drunk with the guys around, ok?
“Callie, you don’t have to explain to me about guys,” Nancy said. “I
know how they are. It’s just that if any of them were going to take
advantage of someone, it sure wouldn’t be me.”
“You can’t be too careful around guys, Nance. Just don’t let your guard
down, ok?”
“Ok, whatever” Nancy said half-heartedly.
“Hey Walker Woman, check this out,” Jimmy said, carrying an open bottle
of wine. Nancy got up and gave Jimmy his seat back. He sat down beside
Callie and put his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled up to him right
on cue. He took another drink from the bottle and offered her some.
“Thanks,” Callie said. She took the bottle, drank a little, and gave it
back to him. She didn’t really like alcohol and didn’t normally drink
it, but often would during social occasions.
“Now what were we discussing?” Jimmy asked.
Again they were interrupted, this time by Sydney.
“Gather ‘round everyone, gather ‘round!” Sydney exclaimed. She was
drawing everyone to sit in a circle on the dorm room floor. Everyone
reluctantly agreed and joined, reluctant because most everyone was
already involved with a social activity of their own.
“What are we doing Sydney?” Glory asked.
“Everyone get in a circle, boy-girl boy-girl,” she continued. “We’re
going to play a little game.”
The group arranged themselves in this order: Sydney, Neil, Glory, J.T.,
Callie, Jimmy, Nancy, Bobby, Sandy, Owen, Mila, and Garrett.
“What kind of game,” Neil asked nervously.
“You should like this game Neil,” Sydney said with a mischievous grin.
“It’s a kissing game. Ever heard of ‘spin the bottle’?”
“No way,” Neil said, getting up. “I’m out.”
“Oh no you’re not Buckeyball,” J.T. said, reaching across Glory and
grabbing his wrist. “You’re staying.”
Neil gave no argument, but reluctantly sat down.
“Good, Neil,” Sydney said. “Now, we’re going to play this game just a
little differently. First of all, you have to kiss. Touching lips
doesn’t count. The number of times the bottle spins around is the number
of seconds you have to kiss. And to add a little extra spice to the game,
I’ll roll this die during every spin. The number it lands on is the
intensity, one being the least and six being the most. One is the most
chaste kiss where the only contact is the lips. Two is hands on the
other person’s shoulders or waist. Three means you have to embrace.
Four, you embrace tightly and kiss passionately.
“Now with five and six, things start to get interesting. Both are full
body contact and the kissing must be extremely passionate. Five is done
standing up and six is lying down. If the number of spins is odd, the
girl gets to be the dominator. She has to pin the guy against the wall
if it’s a five, and lay on top of him if it’s a six. If even, the guy
gets to be dominant. Any questions?”
“Yea,” Owen said. “What I spin the bottle and it lands on a guy?”
“Or a sibling?” Garrett asked.
“Oh, you have the option of passing a turn if your spin lands you on the
same sex, or a sibling, or if you don’t want to go through with it for
any reason. However, if you pass you must take the punishment.”
“And what’s that?” Callie asked.
“You must remove one article of clothing. In this order: shirt or top,
then pants or bottoms. Then bra for the girls…if she’s wearing one…”
Sydney paused for an instant and gave Mila a dirty look.
“And finally underwear,” Sydney continued. “Any questions?”
“Y-yes,” Neil said. “This seems a little…graphic. Do you know what I
mean? Couldn’t we just play a game of monopoly or…?”
“No way!” Sydney exclaimed. “You’re in this with the rest of us Neil.
And there’s no way out of it.”
Everyone became somewhat quiet with both excitement and nervousness.
There were two open bottles of wine everyone was passing around amongst
everyone, and the third empty one was being used to spin.
“Who goes first?” J.T. asked.
“I’ll spin,” Sydney said. “And whoever it lands on gets to go first.”
Sydney spun the bottle and it landed on Callie.
“Callie’s first!” everyone said with much giggling and laughter.
“Oh boy,” Callie said sarcastically. The others began laughing as she
nervously spun the bottle.
“Intensity is 5!” Sydney exclaimed.
“Oh no, please” Callie said, covering her face with her hands.
Everyone counted the spins aloud until the bottle reached twenty and
landed on J.T.
“Augh!” Callie said, covering her face again.
“Against the wall, Callie!” Sydney said, laughing.
“Can I go again?” Callie asked.
“No way,” Sydney said. “The rules are the rules. Either do it or take
your punishment.”
A few people chuckled as Callie reluctantly got up and stood against the
wall. J.T. joined her.
“Hey, this isn’t so bad,” J.T. said to her. “It could’ve been Garrett.”
“Shut up Adams!” Garrett said.
Callie looked at him with an expression that said ‘let’s get this over
with.’
“Just close your eyes and imagine I’m Jimmy,” he said as they reluctantly
embraced.
Jimmy watched them with a smug look on his face, then looked away once
they began kissing.
“Come on, put some passion into it,” Sydney ordered. “Full body
contact!”
J.T. began pressing his body onto Callie’s, pinning her firmly against
the wall as their kisses grew more and more heated. Everyone except
Jimmy and Glory watched them intently and counted the seconds in unison.
Finally, everyone reached twenty and it was over. J.T. immediately
stepped back and let Callie walk back to her spot and sit down.
Realizing the state he was in, he crossed his hands over his jeans and
reluctantly walked back and sat down in his spot as everyone laughed and
howled at him.
“J.T., damn you,” Glory said, as she began punching his shoulder angrily.
“How could you let her do that to you?”
“I’m sorry,” he said in a low volume that only she could hear, totally
humiliated. “I can’t help it.”
Callie was ashamed to look directly at anyone but occasionally glanced at
Jimmy beside her, afraid of what his reaction might be. Noticing this,
Jimmy forced a smile although he couldn’t completely hide his jealously.
“Don’t worry about it Callie,” he said. “It’s all in good fun.”
That made Callie feel better, and she smiled back at him.
“Ok Jimmy,” Sydney said. “Your turn.”
Jimmy spun the bottle. As before, everyone counted as it spun. Sydney
rolled the die while it was spinning.
“Five again!” Sydney shouted.
The bottle stopped on Sandy.
“Oh my gosh,” Bob said, shaking his head and lowering it. Sandy looked
at Jimmy nervously.
“Nineteen seconds,” Sydney said. “Jimmy, against the wall.”
Jimmy got up nonchalantly and stood against the wall.
“Go on Sandy,” Sydney said, smiling devilishly.
Sandy gave Bob a regretful look and walked to where Jimmy stood.
‘This isn’t going to be so bad,’ she thought to herself as Jimmy took her
in his arms, although she didn’t want to project it.
Their lips grew near and Jimmy began kissing her.
“San-deee,” Sydney scolded in a voice dripping with sarcasm. “Full body
contact. Put some feeling into it.”
She began pushing her body against Jimmy’s. His body didn’t feel like
Bobby’s. It was more like how she wished it did.
Jimmy noticed that she kissed as though she was very inexperienced.
Apparently things hadn’t progressed very far between her and Bob, even
after all this time. Although Sandy kissed with her eyes closed, in
silent ecstasy, Jimmy kept his open. He was watching Callie the whole
time, hoping she wasn’t seeing too much into it.
Callie, meanwhile, didn’t want to watch but couldn’t help it. She kept
her head lowered, hoping to look to the others as if she wasn’t watching.
But she kept raising her eyes, glancing at the spectacle. Meeting Jimmy’s
eyes, she immediately knew his heart wasn’t in it and felt relieved.
After everyone had counted to nineteen, the makeshift couple released
each other and walked back to their places. They watched Jimmy closest
of all, but unlike J.T. he showed no signs of excitement. He sat back
down as nonchalantly as he’d gotten up.
“Nothing to it,” Jimmy said to Callie, and rubbed her shoulder for a few
seconds with his hand.
Bob, however, was silently infuriated. ‘First he took Callie from me.
Now he’s kissing Sandy’ were his only thoughts. Bob didn’t even look at
Sandy as she sat down next to him.
“Bobby, it’s ok,” Sandy whispered to him, noticing his jealousy as he sat
looking at the floor as if meditating.
Bob managed to glance at her and noticed her face flushed with excitement,
lips swollen, and lipstick slightly smeared.
“It’s just a game,” Bob said, trying in vain to cover up what he was
feeling.
“Your turn Nance,” Sydney said. Everyone chuckled silently as she
nervously spun the bottle.
“Intensity is 3,” Sydney said. Nancy sighed in relief.
The bottle stopped on Sydney.
“ooOOOoooo,” J.T. said, feeling somewhat victorious.
“Only 5 seconds,” Sydney said. “No big deal. Come on Nance.”
The girls scooted into the center of the circle in front of each other.
“Pucker up girl,” Sydney said.
It was no big deal for either of them. They embraced and began kissing.
It wasn’t even really like kissing someone; it was more like playing a
game. Although Nancy was the one who was more embarrassed, it was over
almost as soon as it begun. Nancy was disappointed that it hadn’t been a
guy. She’d never kissed anyone before, and now she had the unfortunate
luxury of knowing what it was like to kiss a girl before she knew what
it was like to kiss a guy. She wasn’t disappointed though. She
considered it more of a preview of what the real thing would be like.
Both the girls giggled and wiped the smeared lipstick from each other’s
lips before they moved back to their places.
“Ok, who’s next?” Sydney asked. “Saja?”
“Bob,” he corrected. “Yea, it’s my turn.”
He spun the bottle.
“Intensity is 5!” Sydney exclaimed in excitement.
Everyone counted the spins until the bottle stopped on Nancy.
“Yea Nancy!” someone shouted and everyone laughed.
“Who’s dominant?” Bob asked.
“Nancy,” Sydney said. “Only 3 seconds too.”
Bob got up and stood by the wall waiting for Nancy. She shyly walked
towards him.
“Now remember Nancy,” Sydney said. “You’ve only got 3 seconds so you’re
really going to have to give it all you’ve got.”
“No problem,” Nancy said.
“Ok go,” Sydney said.
For three seconds, the couple went at it like wild people. And it seemed
like it was over as soon as it began.
Nancy sat back down in a daze. She felt really warm inside, and felt a
new interest in Bob. She only wished it had gone on longer than 3
seconds.
Bob sat down next to Sandy, feeling victorious. It was Sandy’s turn to
be jealous this time. He smiled at her but she wouldn’t really look at
him.
“Sandy, go for it,” Sydney said. Then she spun the die prematurely.
“5 again!”
Sandy spun the bottle with little force and it only went around once.
To everyone’s surprise, it landed on Bob.
Bob’s eyes widened with astonishment.
“Good going Sandy,” Bob said as they got up in unison. “You’re the
dominator, honey.”
Pinning him against the wall, Sandy gave Bob a kiss like she’d never
given him before. In an instant, the single second was over but their
passion continued unabated.
“Come on people, your turn’s over!” Sydney said in frustration.
They walked back to their spot, still kissing and holding each other
lovingly. All was forgiven between them.
“That’s sweet,” Callie whispered to Jimmy.
“Yea it is,” he replied. “They must really love each other.”
“They do,” she said. “I hope we get to do that and show everyone how much
we love each other.”
“Me too,” Jimmy replied with a smile.
“Spin Owen,” Sydney said.
Owen spun the bottle, desperately hoping it would land on Mila.
“Intensity is 4,” Sydney said.
“Not bad,” Owen said with a smile as he watched the bottle spin with
great interest.
“Sydney!” everyone said in unison.
’Oh gosh,’ Sydney thought to herself.
‘Next best thing,’ Owen thought to himself. But it would be only for
three seconds.
Owen got into the center of the circle almost immediately and smiled at
Sydney.
“Go on Sydney,” Mila said. “Show Owen how you can kiss.”
Sydney joined him in the circle. Owen embraced and kissed her like an
animal in heat. It was all Sydney could do to match his passion, and
even then she felt she was lacking behind him.
“Three,” everyone said, having counted the last second.
“Ok, Owen,” Sydney said, as he struggled to continue their turn as she
struggled to end it. “Time’s up.”
“Hey, back off,” Garrett said to him sternly. Immediately Owen let go
of Sydney and went back to his spot.
“Well,” Sydney said, with a frustrated sigh. “Mila, you need to do
something to ease that boy’s tension.”
Everyone laughed at Mila, knowing about Owen’s eternal crush on her.
“Yea, whatever Sydney,” Mila said.
“Speaking of which, Mila,” Sydney continued, “I believe it’s your turn.”
Mila spun the bottle and everyone watched it intensely.
“2,” Sydney said, examining the die she’d just rolled.
“Glory, you lucky thing you,” Sydney said as the bottle stopped on her.
“You’ve got 2 seconds girl. Knock her out.”
The girls met each other in the circle and, with some reluctance, touched
their lips and began kissing. And it was over before it began, or so it
seemed.
“Wow, you’re a good kisser,” Glory said, not knowing what else to say but
feeling compelled to say something in the aftermath. Immediately she put
her hand over her mouth in embarrassment, realizing what she’d just said.
Everyone exploded with laughter.
“Thanks,” Mila said with reluctance, somewhat surprised by her and not
knowing how else to respond. The girls ran their fingers over each
other’s lips for a couple of seconds, fixing lipstick, and moved back to
their places.
“Now girls, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for,” Sydney said.
“Garrett, spin that bottle boy!”
“Gladly,” he said with an overly confident grin.
“Oh darn it, the intensity is one,” Sydney said with sarcasm.
“Hey, it landed on Glory,” Garrett said. “Do I get to go again?”
“No you sure don’t,” Sydney said. “You either kiss her for eight seconds
or lose the shirt.”
Garrett grinned his million-dollar, over-confident smile and pulled his
shirt off. The girls ogled him and yelled in approval.
“Yea!” Nancy said. “Now us girls have something to look at for a
change.”
Mila gave her an angry look, knowing Nancy’s statement was a cheap shot
against her.
“Mmmm, niyce!” Sydney said as she ran her hands over Garrett’s bare
chest. Garrett covered himself playfully with his hands.
“I feel so exposed! So used!” he said mock humiliation. Everyone
laughed at his antics.
Sydney began spinning the bottle.
“Now us guys have something to look forward to,” Garrett said. “Come on,
bottle!”
Garrett grabbed the die and tossed it, since Sydney couldn’t do it for
herself.
“Two,” Garrett said.
The bottle landed on Sydney. Everyone laughed again
“Now how ironic is that?” Garrett said. “Nothing like self-love, is
there Sydney-o?”
“Very funny,” Sydney said sarcastically and spun the bottle again. This
time it landed on Callie.
“Callie!” everyone shouted in unison.
“Oh no,” Callie said to herself.
“Sixteen big seconds, Walker,” Garrett said, laughing arrogantly. “I,
uh, hope you’re up to it.”
“Come on Callie,” Sydney said, sliding into the center of the circle.
“I don’t want to kiss her,” Callie said to Jimmy. “Why don’t any of the
guys have to go through this?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Jimmy said.
“Of course you don’t, Callie,” Sydney said. “Just lose the top and we’ll
call it even.”
Callie started moving toward Sydney, but then stopped. She had a look of
conflict on her face. She slowly began raising her top until it reached
the bottom of her sternum. Glancing quickly at the guy’s faces
one-by-one, she noticed their eyes grew wider and wider with interest. It
was as if they were looking at Mila again, without her robe. While that
kind of reaction may have been what Mila lived for, it was not the kind
of attention Callie liked. She changed her mind immediately and dropped
her top back down.
“Hey, what the hell was that?” Sydney asked.
“What?” Callie asked.
Sydney slid on the floor over to Callie and raised her top back up.
“J.C.? Look at that!” Sydney said.
Callie hid her face in embarrassment as everyone gathered around.
“What is it?” “Let me see,” everyone was asking.
“Callie, get up and show everyone,” Jimmy said.
With some reluctance and embarrassment, but yet with pride also, Callie
stood up and showed everyone her bare stomach.
“Now how did that happen, Jimmy?” Nancy asked accusingly.
“Hey, it just happened,” Jimmy said.
“That is so cool,” Sandy said.
“Wild,” Owen said.
“Did it hurt?” Glory asked.
“Kind of,” Callie said.
“Cool,” J.T. said, as he moved back to his spot. Everyone else followed
suit and return to their places also.
As soon as Callie sat back down, she suddenly found Sydney pressing her
lips against hers and kissing her passionately as everyone began
counting. Callie began to resist, but decided it wasn’t so bad after all
and began slowly began working up her intensity until it matched Sydney’s
passion.
After it was over, they politely wiped away any smear from each other’s
lips and Sydney went back to her place.
“Neil!” Sydney said. “We haven’t heard a peep out of you since we began.
Spin that bottle.”
The bottle spun seven times and landed on Owen.
“Intensity is two again,” Sydney said.
“No way,” Neil said. “Absolutely no way.”
“Fine,” Sydney said. “Lose the shirt.”
“Gladly,” he said, and pulled off his shirt.
“Glory, you go girl,” Sydney said.
“This should be interesting,” J.T. said.
“Intensity is two again! Damn it,” Sydney exclaimed.
Everyone watched as the bottle spun eighteen times and landed on Sandy.
“Aw, man,” Glory said.
Sandy watched Glory, unwilling to make the first move.
“I am not taking my top off, that’s all there is to it,” Glory said.
“Come on Sandy, let’s get this over with.”
“Forget it,” Sandy said. “There is no way I’m going to kiss a girl.”
“Ok then Sandy,” Sydney said. “Lose the top.”
“Fine,” she said. “Everyone look away right now.”
“No can do, Sandy,” Sydney said.
“You can turn around and do it,” Bob said to her sympathetically and
protectively.
Sandy slowly turned around and removed her top. She covered herself
carefully with her hands and turned back around and faced the group.
Bob studied the eyes of each of the guys present. Whoever ogled Sandy
got a ‘what the hell are you looking at?’ stare from Bob until he looked
away.
Sandy looked nervous as her face flushed bright red.
“Are you ok with this?” Bob asked her.
“Yea, I’ll be fine,” she whispered to him. “This is actually kind of
exciting.”
“Good,” Bob said.
“Ok J.T., it’s back to you now,” Sydney said.
“Ok,” he said, feeling much more confident about the situation now that
everyone’s nervousness had gone away.
“Intensity is six!” Sydney yelled. Everyone yelled and applauded him
while they watched the bottle spin.
The bottle landed on Callie once more.
“Oh my god!” J.T. shouted. Everyone in the room shouted in surprise and
began yelling.
“It spun eleven times J.T.,” Sydney said, still laughing from the
surprise. “Lay your ass on the floor and let that girl get on top of
you!”
Callie absolutely did not want to kiss J.T. like that. She looked at
Jimmy for guidance and he had a look in his eyes that said don’t do it.
Callie made up her mind then and there. She stood up and, holding
Jimmy’s hand, pulled him up with her.
“To hell with you game Sydney,” Callie said, not with any kind of spite
or ill intent. But it was a friendly way of saying that they’d had
enough.
“Don’t quit!” Sydney exclaimed. “It’s just getting good!”
“Put your top back on honey,” Callie said to Sandy. Callie protectively
shielded her from any prying eyes while she did so. Then she took Jimmy’s
hand again.
“Come on,” she told him with a smile.
Before he could ask where they were going, she led him into another room,
a darkened one that turned out to be her and Glory’s bedroom. She closed
the door behind them.
“Whew, I had to get away from the crowd,” Callie said. “I need a little
peace and quiet.”
“That game was getting out of hand,” Jimmy replied. He began feeling
around the wall for the light switch, but she put her hand on his to stop
him.
“Let’s just leave the lights off. It’s more peaceful that way.”
As if by compulsion, she began sliding her hand up his forearm, past his
elbow, and finally around his shoulder. In response, he pulled her
close to him.
“Did I mention how sexy you look in that thing?” Jimmy asked.
“You like it?” she asked.
“I love it. The silk is almost as smooth as your skin.”
“Maybe I’ll get to see how sexy you look in pjs someday,” Callie said.
They were interrupted by a sudden group scream from the slumber party
room, followed by tumultuous laughter.
“Gosh, can’t we get away from that?” Jimmy said.
Suddenly the door flew open. Glory and Sandy rushed in, giggling like
crazy, and turned on the light.
“Oh, sorry you guys!” Glory said. “I’m just going to get my camera.
Garrett’s in there mooning everybody!”
“Good lord,” Callie said, smiling at the thought.
“We’ll be out of here in just a second,” Sandy said excitedly.
Glory found her camera and the girls rushed out, politely turning the
light back off and closing the door. Jimmy and Callie were finally alone
again.
“Now where were we?” Jimmy asked.
“I think we were just about right here…” she said, and began to kiss him.
And again, they were interrupted by everyone screaming and laughing in
unison in the other room.
“We need more privacy,” Jimmy said.
“Follow me,” she said, taking his hand. She led him into the walk-in
closet.
“The closet?” Jimmy asked. “What kind of a guy do you think I am?”
Callie laughed, and he with her.
“Just come on,” she said, smiling at him.
They stepped into the walk-in closet, turned on the light, and closed the
door.
“That’s better,” she said. “We can barely hear them now.”
“So what’s on your mind now, Walker Woman?” Jimmy asked with a bashful
smile.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I did start something with you in the
library that I didn’t finish.”
“Hey, if you’re going to scratch me again…”
Callie laughed and shook her head.
“No, that was only the beginning of what I had in mind.”
“Oooh, I’m intrigued,” Jimmy said. “Well as long as the scratching part
is over…”
“It is,” she said, looking deeply into his eyes. She suddenly grabbed
his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He raised his arms obediently
and she took it off. She held it to her face and inhaled, relishing his
scent that she’d grown so accustomed to. Then she dropped it on the
floor.
“You’re such a cutie, do you know that,” she said, and began rubbing her
hands over his chest. He closed his eyes, entranced by the sensation of
her touch. “Oh, your skin feels so hot.”
She began kissing and licking the hot skin of his chest. Then she studied
it for a moment, then began sucking a predetermined point as hard as she
could.
“Oh man, I don’t believe this,” Jimmy said, leaning his head backward as
his breathing began to pick up in pace. “Ow! Oh, yea,” he said,
inhaling through his teeth, making a hissing sound. “Oh yes, Walker
Woman.” He then looked down and began watching her as she worked on
him.
Her eyes had been closed up to that point, but she instinctively felt his
eyes on her and she looked up at him as she continued.
“Don’t watch!” she said, laughing with embarrassment, wiping the saliva
from her lips. “Just…look away. I don’t want you seeing me do this.”
Jimmy obliged and stopped watching her. He closed his eyes and just
relished the feelings and sensations she was giving him. Eventually his
thoughts began drifting, high on the pleasure. He began to envision
someone opening the closet door and seeing them together. The thought
made him begin to laugh.
Finally, Callie picked up Jimmy’s shirt from the floor and used it to
towel off his glistening chest. She examined her work, the initials CW
and looked up at him.
“Now everyone will know you’re my man,” she said
Jimmy looked at his chest and was pleased.
“Good job, Walker Woman,” he said. “I’m proud to be yours.”
He took her hands as she stood up. She raised her pj top and they
compared their respective initials. Then he took her in his arms. They
wanted to feel each other’s bare, initialed flesh against each other. It
just seemed right somehow, like it completed some sort of equation.
He ran his hand over the side of her face and began kissing her lips
lovingly.
“You’re my girl,” he whispered between kisses.
“I’d better be,” she said flirtatiously.
“Am I your man?”
“You’d better be,” she said again, and they both laughed.
Still embraced, they peered longingly into each other’s eyes for what
seemed like hours, entranced by the presence of the other. At that moment
something unexpected happened with Jimmy. A certain inhibition in him
suddenly lifted and was gone. And from the way Callie began looking at
him, she must have picked up on it too because she had the same look in
her eyes as he.
Jimmy stepped back and lifted her pj top over her head. She complied and
within a second he was holding it in his hands. He held it to his face
and smelled of her scent on it, which only invigorated the passion that
was boiling up inside him. Dropping it on the floor, he gazed into her
eyes and they stepped toward each other.
Callie halfway expected the first thing he’d do was gawk at her exposed
bra and cleavage, like a typical guy would do. But he did not. He
continued gazing into her eyes lovingly, because in fact it was her and
not body parts that had him so enamored. They both wanted so badly to
feel each other’s exposed flesh on the other.
They embraced, and it almost felt as if they were embracing for the first
time. Their hot skin pressed together was magic, electric, and
exhilarating…all at the same time. They kissed lovingly once again.
Feeling her warm, silky skin and the lace of her bra on her back was an
interesting, although undesirable, contrast. He began trying to unfasten
the hook, which he thought would only take a second. But seconds grew to
what seemed like minutes. He squeezed, pulled, twisted it and nothing
happened. Jimmy was becoming very frustrated and embarrassed.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, it unfastened and the tension of the elastic
parted the two sides, exposing all the glory of her flesh. Jimmy ran his
hands slowly, lovingly up and down the now uninterrupted span of her
back, and was in heaven.
Callie pulled back just an inch or two from the embrace, removed the
still barely clinging bra, and let it drop the floor. She immediately
embraced him again, feeling the exquisiteness of his bare flesh on hers.
Callie suddenly felt so exposed, so open, and so at one with him. She
kissed him very passionately and roughly, letting go of her inhibitions
and letting her instincts take over. He returned her kisses with equal
fervor. Their fingers dug into the skin of each other as their embrace
became tighter and tighter
After a few minutes of ecstasy, Jimmy stopped kissing her and turned out
the light. Then he pulled away from her and peered out the closet door.
No one was in the bedroom, so he took her hand and let her out of the
dark closet into the darkened bedroom.
“Does this door have a lock on it?” Jimmy asked, referring to the bedroom
door.
“Yes, thank goodness,” Callie said, laughing nervously. Before locking
it, she opened it slightly and stuck her head out the door.
“Glory!” she yelled.
“Yea?”
“Come here!”
Glory soon walked to where the doorway was and saw Callie’s face as she
peered out of the darkened room.
“Glory, don’t try to come in here for the rest of the night, ok?”
Glory opened her mouth widely as if to scream, but covered her mouth
with her hands.
“Don’t worry Callie,” she said.
“Keep the guys out of here too,” Callie continued.
Glory was speechless, but gave her a thumbs up.
Unexpectedly, J.T. began walking up to Glory and saw Callie’s head
peering out of the darkened bedroom.
“Oh my god…!” he exclaimed in mock surprise, seeing that the lights were
out and knowing Jimmy was in there with her.
“J.T.,” Glory said to him between her teeth. “Get out of here. And
don’t you dare say a damn thing to the guys.”
“Hey, don’t worry,” he said. “I won’t say a word.”
As they walked away, Glory gave Callie one last smile over her shoulder
and they were gone.
Callie closed the door and locked it.
“We need something to drown out the noise they’re making,” Jimmy said.
“I’ll turn on the stereo.”
Callie found a radio station and adjusted the volume just high enough to
make them feel as if they were alone in the dorm, but not enough to
interrupt their conversation. She turned around and looked at him.
“Take off your jeans,” she said in a mock-authoritative voice.
“What…?” Jimmy asked, surprised by her boldness.
“Take ‘em off,” she commanded again, smiling slightly.
“Why?” Jimmy asked, which he immediately decided was the dumbest thing
he’d ever said in his life.
“I want to see if it’s boxers or briefs.”
“You’re very curious tonight,” Jimmy said, and began undoing his pants.
Callie watched in the twilight of the room as he pulled them off. Jimmy
felt quite awkward in doing so.
Callie suddenly began laughing.
“What?” Jimmy quickly demanded, sounding insulted.
“I’m sorry,” Callie said between giggles. “You kinda look like one of
those professional wrestlers with those briefs.”
Jimmy suddenly jumped on the bed and began posing as he flexed his
muscles, growling and imitating a wrestler.
“I’m Handsome Jimmy, heavyweight champ a da world!” he boasted.
“Not ‘till you beat me,” Callie said as she stepped onto the bed.
“Skinny Callie, champion of the topless female division.”
Callie began posing in the most feminine postures she could think of that
accentuated her attributes to their fullest. She noticed that Jimmy for
the first time allowed himself to gawk at her. He looked very elated by
what he saw in the semi-darkness of the room, and she was privately
flattered.
“Callie, if you try to wrestle me, you’re going to get hurt,” he warned
playfully.
“You think I’m afraid of you?” Callie asked with playful sarcasm.
“Yea, if you know what’s good for ya,” Jimmy replied.
Callie suddenly grabbed Jimmy’s shoulders and kicked his feet out from
under him. She landed on top of him, holding his shoulders down with her
hands.
“The ref counts! 1, 2, 3! Skinny Callie wins!” she exclaimed as she
raised her hands in victory as she sat on him, and mimicked the sounds
of a cheering crowd. She began writhing her body as if dancing, and
began singing.
“You make me feel like dancin’, I wanna dance the night away,” Callie
sung to him. Suddenly she stopped dancing and looked at him with a
slight smile.
“Oh my goodness Jimmy,” she said in mock surprise. “I didn’t know you’d
reached puberty already.”
“Callie…” Jimmy whined, sounding embarrassed.
“I don’t understand,” she said with mock innocence. “All I did was move
my hips like this.” As she spoke, she began rocking her body again.
Jimmy closed his eyes tightly, inhaled loudly through his teeth, and
pushed his head back into the mattress.
“Callie…” Jimmy said breathlessly, opening his eyes and looking at her.
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” Callie asked with a smile, unrelenting in her body
movements. “Gosh Jimmy, why is your face turning red?”
Jimmy looked at her with a mix of emotions, mystified by how bold she
had been becoming all night, yet quite excited by it at the same time.
He was unable to hide how he felt, unable to fully suppress a slight
grin. He shook his head from side to side, as if he’d just made a
decision on something he’d been pondering for some time.
Jimmy took Callie by the shoulders and rolled her over on the bed so that
he was now on top of her. He began kissing her madly and passionately.
“Does this mean you want a rematch?” Callie asked playfully as she
laughed in delight.
Garrett continued exposing himself as the alcohol began to take its
effect. He had every girl’s undivided attention. All except Glory who
only watched passively because it was a funny spectacle to witness; and
Sydney, who was silently enraged because of it.
“Garrett got back!” Mila sung, as the other girls joined in. He jumped
up on the bed and began dancing, relishing in all the attention. Mila
began waving a dollar bill over her head, and Garrett walked to the edge
of the bed to allow her to tuck it into his pants as he swiveled his hips
slowly.
Instead, Mila grabbed his pants and pulled down with all her might. The
room exploded with laughter as Garrett frantically pulled them back up
from around his knees, all the while grinning and red-faced. After
doing so, he jumped off the bed and wrapped his arms around Mila and
began playfully wrestling with her.
“You’re a very bad girl,” Garrett said. “Someone should teach you a
lesson.”
Mila, still laughing at the spectacle, began looking into his eyes
seductively.
“Would you like to be my teacher tonight?”
“Gladly,” Garrett said, giving her an overly confident grin. “But…you
couldn’t handle a guy like me.”
“Oh really? I bet you I could.”
“Garrett?” Sydney said, walking up to them and interrupting. “Could you
come and help me open this last bottle of wine?”
“Open it yourself,” Garrett said to her disinterestedly, still gazing
into Mila’s eyes.
Sydney’s jaw dropped as she stared at him in disbelief, stung by his
blunt disinterest in her.
“I said get over here!” Sydney said once again, grabbing his wrist and
pulling him away from Mila. Garrett didn’t budge at first. Mila grabbed
his backside and squeezed a generous portion in her hand, to his
pleasure. Pulling once again, Sydney finally managed to pull him away.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Sydney demanded once they had
cleared the crowd.
“Me? I’m not doing anything. I can’t help it if Mila’s all over me,”
Garrett said, grinning, his eyes glassy with alcohol.
“Stay away from her,” Sydney said, her eyes glaring into his. “Or so
help me…”
Suddenly a crash interrupted them. Garrett and Sydney looked at each
other curiously for a second and went back to the room to see what had
happened.
“Gosh I’m sorry,” Mila was explaining to Sandy as everyone stood and
looked at a broken lamp on the floor. “I just bumped into it I guess.”
“No big deal,” Sandy said, trying to politely mask her displeasure.
“Let me get a broom and dustpan,” Mila said. “I’ll be right back.”
Mila disappeared from the room, but before she left gave Garrett a signal
with her finger to come after her. Garrett nodded to her and she
disappeared.
“Sydney, uh, where’s the bathroom?” Garrett asked.
“It’s in the hall,” she replied angrily, still mad at him.
“Be right back,” he said as he left the room.
“So Neil…Owen, whatcha doin’?” Nancy asked them in a flirtatious tone.
“Just trying this out,” Neil said, swallowing his second taste of wine.
“I’ve never had alcohol before.”
“Me neither,” Owen said. “It’s pretty good though.”
Nancy took the bottle from Neil’s hand and, downed it, and gave it back
to him.
“That’s how you drink wine,” she said. They looked at her in surprise.
“How would you guys like to have some real fun tonight?” Nancy asked.
Both looked at her in silence, until Owen broke it.
“What do you mean?”
“Come with me into the closet.”
Neil and Owen looked at each other nervously.
“Me?” Owen asked.
“Both of you. At the same time,” Nancy said, looking at them
seductively.
“No that’s ok,” Neil said, echoing Owen’s sentiments. “Thanks anyway.”
“Have either of you actually done anything with a girl before?” she asked
them.
Neither of them said anything, but continued to look at her nervously.
“Don’t you ever wonder what a girl feels like?”
Neil shrugged, and Owen looked around uneasily.
“Do you want to find out?”
They looked at her in awe, thinking that she might actually be serious.
“Well, come with me if you want to find out,” Nancy said, opening the
walk-in closet and stepping inside.
They looked at each other in disbelief once more, and Owen got up the
nerve to follow her. Neil, not wanting to pass up what may be his only
chance in life, quickly followed. Before stepping inside, he timidly
looked around the room. No one was really paying attention, so the went
inside and closed the door.
Both stood watching her, unsure of what to do.
“Ok, who wants to be first?” Nancy asked.
In a way, it seemed the old Jimmy and Callie no longer existed. They
were suddenly one, feeling the deepest thoughts and sensations of their
bodies as one mind. Intimacy seemed to merge them into a new being that
was neither one of them exclusively, but comprised of both equally. Love
was expressed physically through their bodies, yet all the glorious
feelings of physical pleasure they gave to each other were only a pale
imitation of, and could not take precedence over, the passion in their
hearts. As the flames of two candles held together intermingle and join
into one; so did their fiery, burning love.
Finally…tired, sweaty, and out of breath, both collapsed into a
convergence of limbs entangled and wrapped securely around each other,
with as much surface area of their flesh touching at once as is
physically possible with two people. They lay together in blissful union,
utterly content.
Everything seemed so open…everything felt so complete. Every negative
feeling, every twinge of loneliness, every pang of unfulfillment, every
nagging fear that chiseled away at their souls…all the unpleasant
feelings that had ever plagued them were now gone; completely negated by
the intimacy each shared freely with the other. Being so completely
devoid of concern, worry, or want seemed like a new experience itself.
This was the pinnacle of luxury reserved only for the likes of an infant
drifting on the edge of slumber while being cradled in the loving arms of
its mother…and them.
“I love you,” Jimmy whispered, breaking the silent torrent of feelings,
thoughts, and emotions going through her head. Such simple words, yet
they congealed everything that had just happened. As caring, tender, and
sweet as he’d been to her, this seemed to cement what it was all about.
Hearing that simple phrase, when it needn’t be said…he’d just expressed
it her physically…and also knowing that it came straight from his heart
in all honesty, made everything come together and equated it all so
perfectly. It was almost too much, and made her begin to silently weep.
Noticing this, Jimmy immediately began trying to console her. He began
tenderly wiping away her tears with his hand, and opened his mouth to
speak. She put her finger on his lips to silence him, and the smile she
mustered through her tears assured him that somehow everything was ok.
So he simply held onto her tighter, and gently stroked her hair to offer
comfort.
Suddenly she was eight years old again, somewhere in Zanzibar. She’d
just fallen from her bicycle and scraped her knee. She’d been crying and
her father, Captain Walker, immediately picked her up and held her
tightly and securely in his arms. His love and strength calmed her and
made her feel safe, reassuring her that she already had everything in
life she needed and nothing else mattered, not even a little scrape. Her
father was the one person in her life who had always been there, loved
her totally and unconditionally, and the only person she’d ever really
expected that kind of love from. But now she realized that Jimmy’s love
for her was no less than her father’s. If Jimmy was going to love her
on the scale of her father, she knew she truly had finally found the one
and only true love of her life.
And so she held him even closer, feeling a unity with him that she’d
never known happened between people. She tried to put this feeling into
words, so she’d have a point of reference. She thought to herself for a
moment in silence.
Offhandedly noticing that the stereo was still on, a song by Monica,
“Angel of Mine,” seemed to stroke their very souls with sounds and lyrics
totally sympathetic to their own world they were in; their world being
somewhere between earth and heaven.
Suddenly, the point of reference came to her.
‘As my hand is part of me, so is Jimmy,’ she thought silently to herself.
This realization, for some reason, suddenly intensified and deepened
every passion she felt for him. She began kissing him gently but deeply,
which he obligingly returned with equal fervor. This went on for what
became moments and moments, and built up steadily and Callie realized
that it would soon lead to sex again. She didn’t really want to become
intimate once again, not this soon. She’d had enough pleasure and
excitement for that night to keep her mind and heart rippling with
thoughts and feelings for days to come. But if more sex was what he
wanted, she would be glad to give it to him because she loved him so
dearly.
Thankfully, the intensity of their kisses began to die down a little
until they eventually stopped, and they went back to their silent
embrace. But Callie’s mind was still alive with thoughts and
possibilities, comparisons, and questions. She accepted what they’d just
done, and why they’d done it. But there was still a key element to it
all that was missing and the answer yet eluded her.
“Jimmy,” she said, barely above a whisper.
“Yea?”
“Why do you love me so much?” Callie asked. She’d never fully understood
why, and wanted to know the exact reason here and now.
“After what we just did, you’re still having doubts that I love you with
all my heart?” Jimmy asked softly, not really understanding her simple
question.
“Oh no, it’s not like that at all,” Callie reassured. “There’s no
question in my mind whatsoever. I just want to know why you chose me to
love, when it could have been anyone.”
“It couldn’t have been anyone Callie,” Jimmy said, his voice still soft
and calm.
“Then why?” Callie persisted. “You…make me feel special. I mean, I know
I’m not special. But you make me feel like I am. You make me feel…like…
I’m the only woman in the world. You know what I mean? The thing is…I
know better. So why do you see this in me in particular? What can I
possibly offer you than any other woman out there can’t?”
“I understand what you’re asking now,” Jimmy said. “Honey, that’s such a
simple question, but it has such a complex answer. All you have to know
is that…you know I love you, don’t you?”
“Oh Jimmy, of course I do,” she said with all sincerity.
“Then that’s my answer,” he said with a loving smile. “You shouldn’t
have to wonder about something when the answer is staring you right in
the face like that.”
Callie felt genuinely moved, and felt her eyes fill up with tears again.
She gazed into his eyes as she ran her hand lovingly through his hair,
then buried her face into his shoulder. He gently massaged the back of
her neck through her hair with the tips of his fingers.
“Glory,” Sydney asked. “Where’s Garrett?”
“I don’t know,” she replied nervously, not being totally truthful. Glory
had noticed the suggestive ways Garrett and Mila had been interacting
with each other all night, she knew her brother well, and she could safely
bet anything on what he was probably doing at that moment. “I haven’t
seen him for awhile.
“Have you seen Mila?” Sydney asked off-handedly, hoping Glory wouldn’t
make the connection with her two questions. Her voice sounded slightly
nervous.
Glory shook her head.
“I just hope they’re not together,” Sydney whispered to herself with
disgust.
“Sydney, I saw them go into your bedroom,” Nancy said bluntly, but
sympathetically.
Sydney’s eyes widened with anger, but she tried to keep her emotions
inconspicuous.
“How long have they been in there?” Sydney asked.
“I don’t know. About twenty minutes maybe.”
Sydney tried to hide the pain she was feeling from her friends, and
blinked away the tears she could feel forming.
“Ok,” Sydney said, trying to sound cheerful. “Well, I guess I’ll go in
there and check on them then.”
As Sydney left, the rest of the girls looked at each other with silent
expressions of pity for her, but said nothing.
Sydney listened at the closed door of her bedroom and could hear voices
and giggling coming from inside. She twisted the knob and it wasn’t
locked. Peeking inside, she saw Garrett and Mila in bed. Their clothes
were strewn about the floor. They weren’t having sex, but she could tell
were right on the verge of doing so.
Sydney stepped inside and closed the door. Hearing the door click, the
couple stopped what they were doing and covered themselves, looking at
the intruder in shock.
“Sydney!” Mila said.
“Garrett, what are you doing?” Sydney asked softly as she walked up to
the bed, her spirit broken.
“Sydney…” Garrett said, rolling his eyes in guilt and feeling somewhat
frustrated. “Please go back to the other room.”
“No,” she said. “I want to know what you’re doing in here with Mila.”
Garrett inconspicuously rolled his eyes again.
“Isn’t that a little obvious?”
“You’re going to sleep with her?” she asked, unwilling to believe what
was so evident. “I thought you loved me.”
“Sydney,” Garrett said, glancing at Mila and looking a little annoyed.
“This isn’t the time or the place. Now please go.”
“No,” she pleaded, no longer trying to hide the tears that were welling
up in her eyes. “Don’t you even care about me?”
“Yes I care about you. Now will you please just leave?”
“All those things you told me,” Sydney continued. “Didn’t you mean
them?”
Garrett began to look tired and guilty.
“You know I did.”
“Then what are you doing with her? We’ve made love almost nightly for
years now. Don’t you know I’ll give it to you happily and willingly
anytime you want it?”
“Sydney, I know that. And I appreciate it,” he replied. He gave Mila
another quick glance. “But it’s just that I don’t want you right now.
I want her.”
“How can you do this to me?” Sydney asked in desperation. “Didn’t all
those nights we spent together mean anything to you?”
“Yes Sydney,” he confessed. “They were great times. But this isn’t one
of them. This is completely different. It doesn’t involve you.”
“Don’t you want me anymore?”
“Look Sydney, you should know by now how hot and bothered I can get.
And you know that when that happens, I’ve just got to be satisfied. This
is the same as all those other night. But tonight it wasn’t you that got
me all worked up, it was Mila. I mean, I could have sex with you
instead. I could do it right now. But I’d still be thinking of Mila
the entire time. Is that what you’d want? Would you want me to be that
dishonest with you?”
“Garrett please,” she pleaded in a defeated tone. “Ok, so maybe you’ve
gotten a little tired of me. But that’s ok. We’ve been doing it for so
long, I can understand. If you want to sleep with anyone else, I’ll
gladly look the other way. I’ll even go get any one of the other girls
you want and bring her in here for you. Whoever you pick would gladly
have you. Just…please don’t have sex with Mila. Do it with anyone else
you like, but not her. That’s all I ask Garrett.”
“Sydney,” Garrett said, “I appreciate your understanding. But right now
I don’t want any of those girls. I just want Mila.”
“Garrett, I can make you forget about her. Just give me the chance.”
“I’m sorry,” Garrett said. “You don’t have what it takes to do that. No
one does.”
Sydney was at the end of her rope. She didn’t know what else to say to
Garrett to convince him to stop what he was doing.
“Garrett, I’m pregnant.”
Garrett’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Mila had an equal look of
surprise on her face, but then became suspicious.
“Sydney,” Mila said. “If you’re pregnant, why they hell were you sucking
down all that wine just a little while ago?”
Sydney, caught in her lie, fumed with anger. She could not answer but
only stared at Mila with a look of utter contempt.
“That’s it Sydney,” Garrett said. “You’ve really crossed the line this
time. Now get out of here!”
“Tell me Garrett…just this one thing,” Sydney said, her ever-expressive
eyes filling with tears. “When was the last time you felt something in
your heart? I mean, really felt it burning inside of you? Something
that…takes over you and becomes the focus your existence? Something that
becomes more important to you than any of your own wants or needs? Can
you tell me that Garrett? Can you tell me when was the last time you
actually felt something?”
Garrett thought about it for a minute, then his mouth crooked into a
smile as he looked at Mila.
“Yea,” he said. “I was feeling a couple before you barged in here.”
Sydney’s body shook for a brief instant, as if Garrett’s words physically
stung her. Then she smacked him across the face with all her strength
and walked out of the room in tears.
Garrett sat stunned momentarily, carefully running the tips of his
fingers over his throbbing cheek. He was almost as insulted as he was
hurt. Sydney had really let him have it.
Feeling a sympathetic sisterly affinity for what Sydney was going through,
the first time since she could remember feeling that way about another
person in a long time, Mila made her decision then and there not to go
through with what she’d so carefully planned out.
Mila got out of bed and put on her robe.
“Oh Mila, come on. Don’t do this to me, please!” Garrett said, pleading
in desperation.
“Sorry Garrett, not tonight. Sydney kinda killed the mood, you know?”
“God, please Mila don’t leave me like this.”
“Some other time, ok?” Mila said, and headed for the door.
“Mila, please. Please. Don’t leave me like this, god please Mila!”
“Go take a cold shower,” she said.
Garrett stood up and stood behind her as she faced the door. He put his
hands lightly on the sides of her shoulders.
“Join me,” he said invitingly, lustfully. “Please.”
“Oh Garrett,” Mila said, sounding somewhat annoyed.
“Please Mila, oh god please.”
Mila said nothing, but Garrett knew that flattery was her weakness and
could sense immediately that it was beginning to take its effect on her.
“Please Mila, join me in the shower. God, I want you so much. I cannot
handle being without you tonight. It would just kill me Mila. It would
just kill me. Please, just long enough to satisfy me.”
Mila slowly turned around and smiled at him. She had that look in her
eye again that she’d just had moments ago, before Sydney’s interruption.
She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.
“God, thank you Mila. Thank you,” Garrett said, his voice breathless
with anticipation, his throat dry with excitement.
“Well, I see you’re certainly being honest about how you feel,” Mila said
with a slight laugh, noticing what a visibly excited state he was in.
“God, you’re so unreal,” Garrett said, looking at her. “You are so
unreal.”
Then, remembering something he wished he’d remembered beforehand, Garrett
walked past her and locked the door.
“This time, no interruptions,” he said.
Garrett kissed her on the neck lustfully as he led her into the bathroom
and turned on the shower.
Although Mila had ultimately decided against having sex with Garrett and
had no plans to do much more than fool around in the shower enough to get
him off, he was such a sweet-talker and a manipulator that she ended up
doing much more than she’d intended. She surprised herself at how much
she was willing to do in gratitude for all the flattery Garrett was so
willing and eager to smother her with. Half an hour later they wound up
in Mila’s bed and they spent the better part of the night finishing what
they’d begun before their interruption.
“Sydney, what was all that shouting about?” Glory asked.
Sydney was wiping tears from her angry eyes and sat down on Sandy’s bed.
“I hate your brother. I just hate him,” was all she would say. She
downed what remained of the last bottle of wine.
“What are Garrett and Mila doing…?” Sandy asked naively, but Bobby shook
his head ‘no’ to quiet her.
There was an uneasy silence in the bedroom. No one knew exactly what to
say. Finally Sydney noticed that the only people in the room with her
were Glory, J.T., Sandy, and Bob.
“So where’s everyone else?”
Glory whispered, “Jimmy & Callie are still in her bedroom. And Owen and
Neil are in the closet with Nancy.”
Sydney blinked in surprise.
“She’s with both of them?” she asked, her thoughts turning from her own
troubles for an instant.
“Shhhhh!” Glory said.
“This is unreal,” Sydney said, with slight disgust. Then, thinking back
to what had just transpired and imagining what Garrett and Mila would be
doing for the remainder of the night, she quietly began weeping. Glory
sympathetically put her arms around Sydney to console her.
“Wait your turn!” Nancy scolded Owen in a whispery voice, trying to keep
her voice down. He was grabbing at her anxiously, not wanting to wait
for Neil to get through. Nancy could have let them both ravish her at the
same time, but knew she had the power in this situation and was not about
relinquish it one iota. She was undoubtedly the master of ceremonies of
this watered-down ménage ŕ trois and made sure that neither one of them
forgot it.
Owen meekly obeyed and stepped away.
“Ok Neil, back up a little bit,” Nancy commanded authoritatively. “Don’t
press that thing against me.”
“Sorry,” Neil said breathlessly. He reluctantly complied, and continued
kissing her hungrily while fervently running his hands all over her body.
“Not so tight!” Nancy ordered again. Neil was becoming a bit overzealous
with his hands and didn’t realize he was beginning to hurt her.
“Come on Neil!” Owen whispered though gritted teeth, anxious for his own
turn, pacing back and fourth in anticipation as he watched them.
Nancy glanced at Owen with a certain confidence and slight smile, silently
flattered at his eagerness. Neil was oblivious to this, however, being
totally preoccupied in engorging himself with her.
“Neil? Neil. Neil!” Nancy said, pushing him off her.
Neil finally came to his senses and looked at her anxiously, with a
little insult thrown in.
“Let’s give Owen a turn, shall we?”
“Will I get another one?” Neil asked hopefully, relinquishing all pride.
“Maybe,” Nancy said, glancing at him vainly and indifferently. She
turned to face Owen as Neil reluctantly stepped away to give them space.
Owen simply looked at her, seemingly somewhat panic-stricken and put on
the spot. He was afraid to make the first move.
“Well, do you want it or don’t you,” Nancy asked.
Realizing he may never get an opportunity like this again, Owen cautiously
walked up to Nancy and running his hands over her shoulders.
“Is that all you want to do?” Nancy asked, unimpressed.
Owen suddenly took her in his arms and began kissing her neck feverishly,
and roughly felt up her entire body.
“Easy now,” Nancy said, wincing a little as Owen’s pawing began to get a
little uncomfortable. “No, don’t press against me like that.”
Owen obeyed in silence, too engrossed in her to respond verbally.
This experience was making Nancy realize that it wasn’t about what she
looked like, how pretty she was, how her hair was styled or what color
it was, how her makeup was done, how thin she was, how big her boobs were,
or anything like that. It was simply the fact that she was female, and
she was willing. That’s all the guys really seemed to care about.
‘Men really are dogs,’ Nancy thought to herself, and came to a
realization that silently shocked her. ‘They’re going at me as if I
were…MILA!’
Nancy quietly observed the way Neil watched her, as if her were ready to
jump right back in at a second’s notice.
‘I wonder what the girls are going to think of me now?’ Nancy wondered
silently. ‘They’re probably going to think I’m just a slut or something.
Well, what the hell? What have I got to lose? My social status? My
pride? My nonexistent boyfriend? If this is the only way I can get
attention from guys, if this is the only way they’ll look at me like a
Sydney or a Mila, I guess it’s not so bad.’
But before she’d allow that to happen, before she’d even seriously
entertain the thought, there was a much more pressing matter to deal with.
“Ok Owen, that’s enough,” Nancy commanded, as she pushed him away. Owen
looked at her with frustration, but slowly obeyed. Neil watched at her
hopefully.
“Guys, come here,” Nancy said, putting an arm around each of them. “Did
you enjoy this?”
“Oh yea!” Neil said, smiling eagerly.
“This is the best time I’ve ever had,” Owen said with a lecherous grin.
Owen began running his hands over her again. And, seeing this, Neil
began doing the same.
“All right, STOP!” Nancy said lowly but sternly. Both of the guys
pulled their hands away immediately.
“You listen to me, and you listen good,” she said, angrily, to both of
them. “You don’t OWN me. Don’t ever touch me without my permission
again. Got it???”
Owen nodded his head silently and fearfully.
“Yea,” Neil said timidly.
“Ok, now that that’s cleared up, I just want to know once again if you
guys enjoyed this,” she said, looking at both of them confidently.
“Oh, I enjoyed it a lot,” Owen said, looking very honest.
“Yea, me too,” Neil agreed.
“Would you guys like to do this again sometime?”
The guys looked at each other jealously for an instant, a little insulted
that it had to be as a threesome once more; but relieved at knowing that
at least Nancy was willing to do this again, and neither of them was
going to be left out.
Owen swallowed, trying to moisten his dry throat.
“Absolutely,” he said.
Neil silently nodded his head in anticipation.
“Would you guys like to, maybe, go all the way next time?”
Again the guys looked at each other, this time angrily and for a little
longer.
“Y-yea,” Neil said, looking back at Nancy somewhat fearfully. “I’d like
that a lot.”
“Well that’s great,” Nancy said, not sounding at all surprised by their
response. “But, there’s one little problem. I’m just not sure I’m up to
going all the way just yet.”
Both the guy’s spirits sank immediately, and their facial expressions
followed suit.
Nancy swallowed her pride and continued.
“How would you guys like to go all the way with Mila instead?”
Both of them were shocked. It was the last sort of thing any girl would
say after what had just happened, and they were dumbstruck.
Finally Owen broke the silence.
“Hey, I’d be happy to just do it with you instead,” he said, completely
honest.
“Yea,” Neil said, his hopes lifting.
Nancy looked down and tried to suppress a smile. It appeared as though
she was merely flattered, and she was somewhat. But it was more just
amazement at how predictable and easily manipulated both of them were,
and the fact that she knew she had them both wrapped around her finger.
She tried not to laugh.
“Mila would never do something like that anyway,” Neil pointed out. “At
least not with us.”
“Oh, Mila’s going to be begging for both of you guys to bang her brains
out,” Nancy said very assuredly, with a dead- serious look in her eyes.
“That I guarantee you.”
Neil and Owen exchanged puzzled glances.
“How can you guarantee something like that?” Owen asked.
“Yea, it doesn’t make any sense at all,” Neil joined in.
Nancy simply pursed her lips and looked at them square in the eye, one
after the other, and nodded her head slowly in affirmation.
“Believe me.”
Neil and Owen exchanged glances once more, this time in amazement and
disbelief. It was as if someone had just guaranteed them something
beyond practical imagination, like a billion dollars…or a trip to Mars.
“What do we have to do?”
“I want out of here now,” Sydney said, in a low voice. Tears were
streaming down her face and streaking her perfectly done makeup. She
fumbled through her purse until she found her cell phone and called
Ralph. Sydney cursed silently until Ralph finally answered, sounding as
though he had just been awoken from a peaceful night’s sleep.
“Well it took you long enough to answer the damn phone!” Sydney said in
disgust.
“Miss Sydney? Why on earth are you calling at this time of night?”
“Never mind that, come over here to the dorm and take me home.”
“Now, Miss Sydney?”
“No, late in the morning after you’ve had a long night’s rest,” she said
with sarcasm.
“Oh hmmph yes, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Well don’t waste time talking to me then, get moving!” she said, and put
the phone back into her purse.
The others looked on in silence.
“Are you moving out?” Glory asked cautiously.
“I’m just going home for the night. I don’t want to be in the same
building with Garrett,” Sydney said, and began silently weeping again.
“When are you coming back?” Sandy asked.
“Whenever he leaves,” Sydney said, now looking fumbling through her purse
for something to dry her eyes. “Glory, you and I are switching rooms.
I don’t even want to speak to Mila ever again!”
Glory blinked in surprise.
“Uh, ok Sydney, whatever I can do to help.”
“Yea Glory, let’s go spend the night with Sydney,” Sandy suggested.
“She’s going to…I mean she may need some company.”
“Yea Syd, we’ll stay with you tonight. We’d be happy to,” Glory said in
agreement.
J.T. looked up at the ceiling in frustration while Bob looked at the
floor silently and shook his head.
“That’s a good idea Glory,” J.T. said, trying to sound convincing as if
he approved of spending the night without her.
“Yes, it’s the honorable thing to do,” Bob said, trying to find something
positive to say in light of the realization that his hopes with sharing
more intimate moments with Sandy were shot all to hell.
Just then the doorknob of the closet slowly turned, and three people
emerged. They tried to look inconspicuous, but all eyes were on them.
“Oh, are you guys are done already?” Sydney asked, not bothering to hide
her sarcasm. “That didn’t take very long.”
“Shut the hell up Sydney,” Neil said. His tone made it clear that whatever
had just happened in the closet wasn’t open for discussion.
Sydney looked at him wide-eyed and speechless, as did the rest of them.
It was very unlike Neil to speak so boldly.
“Hey, Sydney’s upset right now, do you mind?” Sandy said, insulted for
Sydney’s sake. Neil offered no response.
“Oh, that’s too bad Sydney-o,” Nancy said, although there was little
sympathy in her voice. Then mustering all the innocence she could, she
asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh shut up,” Sydney said.
Nancy blinked in mock surprised.
“Well,” Nancy said, sounding playfully insulted, but in fact pleased
because Sydney’s state indicated everything was going as planned.
Neither Neil nor Owen looked anyone in the eye as they followed Nancy,
who made a bee-line to the bedroom door. They stepped outside and talked
silently.
“At least some people are having a good time tonight,” Sandy said, trying
to cheer up the situation. Sydney gave her a mean look, and Bob shook
his head to her trying to get her to shut up. Realizing this, she tried
to cover herself.
“I mean, some people besides Garrett and Mila,” Sandy continued,
beginning to look distressed. “I mean…not that they’re not having a good
time…but….”
“That’s it!” Sydney said. “You don’t have to spend the night with me.
Glory will do just fine.”
“Sorry…” Sandy said, her voice full of remorse.
Bob’s expression lightened, knowing that Sandy was now free.
Sydney’s pager beeped. Ralph had arrived.
“Ok Glory, let’s go,” Sydney said, standing up and walking to the door.
“J.T.,” Glory said, “I’ll make it up to you, ok?”
“You’d better,” J.T. said, pretending to pout.
“Oh I will,” Glory said with a smile, and gave him a hug. He kissed her
in return and Glory followed Sydney out the door.
“That’s it? That’s all we have to do?” Owen asked in disbelief.
“Are you trying to get us in trouble?” Neil asked with skepticism. “Is
that what this whole thing is about?”
“Just trust me on this, ok?” Nancy assured. “You won’t get in trouble.
No one will know anything about it. It happens at universities
everywhere.”
“What if one of us gets caught?” Neil asked.
“Just say you did it on a dare or something,” Nancy said.
“I don’t know about this,” Owen said.
“You want to bang Mila’s brains out or not?” Nancy asked.
Owen debated in his mind for a moment, then silently nodded his head.
“Ok, then who wants to do the dirty deed?” Nancy asked.
Neither of them volunteered.
“Whoever wants to do it,” Nancy added, “gets to sleep with me tonight.
So it’ll look convincing.”
Both their faces lit up.
“I’ll do it,” Owen quickly volunteered. Neil looked at him jealously.
“Just remember this,” Nancy continued. “I said sleep, not have sex.
You can save that for Mila.”
“Well, you did say it has to look convincing,” Owen said.
“I might let you do things to me,” Nancy said. “But the same rules
apply for what we did in the closet, got it? I can pull out of this
anytime I want to, and you can spend the rest of your life just dreaming
about Mila. The choice is yours.”
“I’ll behave,” Owen said, smiling slyly. “Anything for Mila.”
“Ok then Neil,” Nancy said. “We don’t need you anymore for tonight. You
can go.”
“That’s not fair,” Neil said with frustration. “Before I go, can I
just…”
Nancy looked at him questioningly, then suddenly Neil wrapped his arms
around her and kissed her passionately.
Nancy raised her arms and put them on Neil’s shoulders, insulted by his
boldness and intent on pushing him off. But then her arms weakened as
she became more and more flattered by his enthusiasm. She slowly
returned his embrace and kissed him back with equal passion. Owen looked
on, not sure what else to do.
After a moment, Neil pulled away, putting his hand on the side of her
face.
“Thanks for tonight,” Neil said tenderly. “Thanks for everything.”
Nancy looked at him silently with wide eyes, not sure of what just
happened between them. But she felt something in her heart just then,
something new she’d never felt for anyone before.
“Are you up for doing it instead?” Nancy asked Neil.
“Wait a minute!” Owen said. “I thought we had an agreement.”
“Shut up Owen,” Neil said. “You can have Mila all to yourself, I don’t
want her.”
Both Nancy and Owen looked at Neil in silent surprise.
“Well Neil,” Nancy said. “Let’s not make any rash decisions just yet.
But you can spend the night with me instead if you want.”
“Yes, I want,” Neil said. “Owen, you can leave now.”
Owen looked insulted, but agreed.
“Just think of Mila,” Neil said. “She’s all that really matters to you
anyhow.”
Owen opened his mouth to protest, but held his tongue because he knew it
was the truth.
“Ok, well I’ll see you guys later then,” Owen said, walking to the door.
“Neil, I owe you one for helping all this go down. You too Nancy.
Thanks for everything.”
Neil nodded.
“No problem,” Nancy said.
Owen stepped out and they were alone.
Suddenly, Sydney, Glory, and J.T. came out of the bedroom and passed
them.
“Where’s Owen?” Sydney asked.
“He just left,” Neil said.
“Well, did you finally make up your mind Nancy?” Sydney asked with
sarcasm.
“Go to hell Sydney,” Nancy said with repressed anger.
“Wow, there’s nothing like having a little male skin to shoot your
confidence though the roof, is there?” Sydney retorted.
“I don’t know Sydney,” Nancy replied. “Maybe you should ask Mila about
that.”
Sydney glared at Nancy angrily and stepped toward her. Glory, sensing a
major confrontation brewing, grabbed Sydney’s arm and pulled her back.
“Sydney and I are going to her place for the night,” she said with
nervous cheer, trying to change the subject. “See you guys later.”
Sydney’s eyes were still fixated angrily on Nancy as Glory pulled her to
the door. After another tug from Nancy, they quietly stepped outside.
“Yea, and Ralph’s going to drop me off at home along the way,” J.T. said,
not knowing what else to say in the tense atmosphere. “You coming,
buckeyball?”
“No,” Neil said, somewhat nervously. “I think I’ll stay here for a
while.”
J.T.’s eyes widened a little. This was so unlike Neil.
“Ok, well see you guys.”
He stepped outside & caught up with the girls at the elevator.
“This is a night filled with chaos,” Bob said to Sandy as he joined her
on her bed.
“Yea, with love too,” Sandy said, looking at him with admiration and
tenderness.
“Swans Crossing slumber parties are without a doubt the theater of the
unexpected.”
“I wonder if anything else unexpected will happen tonight?” Sandy asked,
with a hopeful look in her eyes.
“I’m hoping to find out,” Bob replied, as they began to kiss. Sandy lay
back, pulling him on top of her, and embraced him passionately as they
let go of their inhibitions.
Just then, the door opened. Nancy and Neil stepped into the room
cautiously. Bob and Sandy stopped and stared at them in surprise. It
wasn’t so much that they were taken aback by being interrupted. It was
just that seeing either of them with someone else was just something so
out-of-the-ordinary, even in light of knowing that they’d done something
together in the closet with Owen earlier.
“Don’t mind us,” Nancy said as she turned off the light. “Just go on
with what you were doing.”
“Where’s…?” Sandy began to ask, but Bob put his fingers on her mouth to
silence her.
“That’s fine, no problem,” Bob said. “Don’t mind us either.”
Nancy led Neil to her bed.
“Take off your clothes,” Nancy whispered in Neil’s ear. “But leave your
underwear on.”
Neil felt a little awkward stripping down in a room with three other
people, but the light was off so he silently complied. Then he got into
bed with Nancy.
“Neil just stripped and got into bed with her,” Bob whispered to Sandy.
“I can’t believe how bold those two are all of a sudden.”
“Damn, I wish I had a separate room,” Sandy whispered back. “I might’ve
let you have your way with me tonight.”
“Forced celibacy,” Bob whispered to Sandy. She cupped her hand over her
mouth and began shaking with suppressed laughter.
“Let’s turn on the light and put on a show for them,” Sandy whispered.
“They’d probably put on a show for us,” Bob replied, and they both began
laughing silently.
“Let’s swap partners,” Sandy said.
“Let’s have a foursome,” Bob replied.
“Hell, let’s get the others in here and have a big orgy,” Sandy said,
and they both began laughing again.
“You’d really do that, wouldn’t you?” he asked jokingly. “I think you’d
enjoy it a lot. You’re such a whore.”
“No, I’m a slut because I do it all for pleasure,” Sandy said.
“You’ve done every guy in this town, haven’t you?” Bob teased.
“I’ve done them all many times over,” Sandy admitted. “I’m Swans
Crossing’s boy toy. There’s not an unsatisfied man within miles of here,
I made damn sure of it.”
“Moan loud enough for them to hear you, like you’re about to have an
orgasm or something,” Bob suggested. “I dare you.”
Sandy erupted in laughter that filled the darkness of the room before she
could cover her mouth with her hands. Bob joined her in laughing also.
“Listen to them,” Neil whispered as he embraced Nancy. “They’re laughing
at us.”
“Let them laugh if they want,” Nancy replied. “Who cares?”
“What’s all this about Mila anyway?”
“Don’t ask questions Neil, either just kiss me or go to sleep.”
“I want to do more than that,” Neil said.
“Do whatever you want to do, Neil. Within the boundaries, that is. Just
keep yourself occupied until 5:30.”
“What if we’re both asleep by then?”
“My watch has a silent vibrator alarm. It’ll wake me up, then I’ll wake
you up.”
“Your watch has a vibrator?” Neil asked suggestively.
“Will you shut up?” Nancy whispered, growing annoyed. “Is that ALL you
guys think about? Is there nothing else that goes on in your heads
whatsoever?”
“Yea, that’s all we think about, pretty much,” Neil replied, deciding to
just agree with her rather than argue.
“Oh please, don’t patronize me.”
“Do you know women think about sex just as much as men?” Neil asked.
“You’re so full of it,” Nancy replied.
“No, it’s a proven fact. It’s well documented in countless studies.”
“So that’s what you and J.T. spend all your time studying?”
“No, I found that out through doing marketing research for my dad’s
cosmetic’s company. I mean, when it all boils down, the ultimate goal
of all that makeup you women buy is sex, right? Once you realize the
ultimate goal, you’re much better able to market products with the right
colors and fragrances that subliminate the message to us men that you’re
looking for sweet love.”
“Neil, you’re so retarded,” Nancy replied, sounding annoyed. “We use
makeup because we want to look nice.”
“…to better attract a mate,” Neil added.
“Neil,” Nancy said, sighing and becoming agitated. “You’re really
starting to bug me, ok? Now just shut up and do whatever it is you’re
wanting to do, ok?”
“With pleasure,” he said, as he began kissing her neck.
Friday morning, 5:30 am. Everyone in the dorm is sound asleep. Nancy’s
watch wakes her up. Neil is asleep and holding her in his arms like a
teddy bear.
Nancy hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep with Neil pawing at her for most of
the night, not to mention having to keep him in line because he constantly
wanted to do more than she’d allow. He wanted to go all the way despite
the fact that there were two other people in the room. But he eventually
did go to sleep, much to her relief. However, now she was so tired that
she could barely open her eyes.
Nancy did adore the feeling of waking up in a man’s arms. It would have
been bliss and she wouldn’t have wanted to disturb him at all. She felt
she could easily be in love with him if she would allow herself to feel
that way. But of all the nights in her lonely life that she could have
used a man’s company, tonight simply wasn’t one of them. There were
matters more pressing. There was a job to do and it was imperative that
it be done now.
“Neil,” Nancy said. “Wake up.”
Neil simply groaned a little, and repositioned his hand on her.
She shook him harder and he opened his eyes.
“Wake up,” she whispered with desperation. “It’s time.”
“Time for what…?” Neil asked groggily, propping himself up on his elbow.
“Wait, you wanted me to…”
“Shhh!” Nancy scolded. “You have to do it now. Put your clothes on and
leave.”
Neil collapsed back down on the bed and closed his eyes.
“Come on Nancy,” he said. “You don’t want me to do that. Go back to
sleep.”
Suddenly enraged, she grabbed his crotch in a vice-like grip. Neil’s
eyes opened widely and his body tensed in submission.
“Neil, don’t you DARE think I let you do all that stuff that you did to
me last night out of the kindness of my heart. I followed up on my end
of the deal, now you’re going to follow up on yours.”
“N-Nancy” Neil said, stuttering in fear. “I was still half-asleep. I’m
awake now. I still want to do it. I’ll do it now, I swear.”
“That’s better,” Nancy said, releasing him. “Now get dressed and get
your ass out of here.”
“S-sure,” Neil said, getting out of bed and fumbling for his clothes. In
no time he was gone.
She listened to Bob and Sandy’s slow, rhythmic breathing. They were
still asleep. They probably couldn’t have heard their quiet conversation
if they’d been awake anyway. And even if they did, nothing incriminating
was said. Nancy felt safe, but nervous. She waited.
Nancy lay in bed five minutes, then ten, then fifteen. Nothing. She
cursed under her breath, thinking more and more than Neil had indeed
stabbed her in the back and just gone home after having taken advantage
of her. She began plotting her revenge against him, and oh what a painful
revenge it would be.
Suddenly, Nancy’s skull seemed to vibrate with a very loud, constant buzz
that seemed to come from everywhere at once. She lay there in shock for
a moment, unsure if it was real or just her imagination.
The light came on, which stung her eyes, and she saw Bob standing there
with his finger on the light switch looking confused. Sandy was sitting
up in bed with a puzzled look on her groggy face.
“What is that?” Sandy asked, confused and still half asleep.
“I don’t know,” Nancy said, trying to match her state of bewilderment.
“What is that?” Jimmy asked.
“I think it’s the fire alarm!” Callie said
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Jimmy said as Callie turned on the
lamp beside her bed.
Jimmy fumbled around for his clothes as Callie went into the closet and
found a robe. She tied it tightly around her. Jimmy opened the door in
time to see Garrett and Mila run past, zipping up and buttoning their
loose clothing. It all happened so fast that it didn’t really register
with Jimmy what that sight implied. He simply looked at them in
confusion.
“You and Callie coming?” Garrett yelled, taking charge.
“Yea, just a sec!” Jimmy replied. “Come on Callie.”
“Right behind you,” Callie said. She followed him until he stopped
outside Nancy and Sandy’s bedroom. Garrett had just opened the door to
it.
“Come on you guys! Fire alarm! Let’s go!” Garrett yelled into the room.
“Is this all there is?” Callie shouted, looking past Jimmy and Garrett.
“Where is everybody?”
“It’s just us!” Bob shouted in reply. “The others went home.”
“Then let’s get out of here!” Jimmy said. “Come on, let’s get moving!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Nancy said, purposely hesitating, making sure
she was the last person to reach the door as the group filled the crowded
hallway. Just as the last person before her went out, Nancy turned and
ran to Sydney and Mila’s room.
As soon as she entered and looked at the bed, it was obvious that Garrett
and Mila had indeed been having sex, and not just some long conversation
or something. She opened the closet door, which was ajar, and picked up
her well-concealed video camera that had been pointed directly at Mila’s
bed. The camera was still recording, and the tape was nearly at the end.
‘I got the whole damn thing,’ Nancy thought to herself. She smiled an
evil, victorious grin.
“Where’s Nancy?” Sandy asked, as the crowd stood outside the building in
the chilly morning air. In the distance they could hear the sirens of
emergency vehicles.
“I thought she was right behind me,” Bob said.
“Here she comes,” Callie said, pointing to the line of people still
streaming out the exit doors.
“There you guys are,” Nancy said, fully dressed and carrying a big purse.
“You mean you stayed behind to get dressed?” Sandy asked.
“Of course I did,” Nancy said, playing dumb. “I’m not going to parade
around out here in my PJs.”
“I wonder if there’s really a fire?” Jimmy asked, studying the building.
“Probably just a false alarm,” Garrett said. “I don’t see any smoke.
Did you guys smell anything as you were coming out?”
“No,” Bob said.
“Are you ok?” Jimmy asked Callie, putting his arm around her shoulder and
pulling him close to her as they stood watching the building.
“I’m fine now,” Callie said, leaning her head against his. “I was kinda
scared there for a while though.”
“It would have been funny if we got toasted alive tonight, of all
nights,” Jimmy said with a grin.
“Yea I know,” Callie replied. “We have so much to look forward to. We
have our whole future.”
“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to it,” Jimmy said.
“Me too,” she said, as they hugged each other a little tighter.
“Hey, where’s Neil?” Sandy asked, looking around the crowd, realizing
she hadn’t seen him as they were exiting.
“I think he left a couple of hours after the party was over,” Nancy said
guardedly.
“Neil stayed behind?” Garrett said with a smug laugh. “We barely got
him to show up in the first place!”
Garrett looked at their faces, expecting an answer from someone. But
none who knew volunteered any info. So he quickly lost interest and
began massaging Mila’s shoulders, who wordlessly stared at the building.
Within a few minutes, the firemen who had arrived at the scene gave an
all clear. So the crowd began slowly streaming back into the building.
“Well I say to hell with all this,” Nancy exclaimed, placing her purse
strap over her shoulder. “I guess I’ll go home and try to catch a couple
more hours of sleep. Who knows, some weirdo may pull the fire alarm
again.”
They said their goodbyes to her as she disappeared into the crowd and
made her way to the parking lot.
“Saja, how did Nancy know it was a false alarm?” Sandy asked Bob.
“The fire chief just said so,” he replied, unconcerned.
“Well how did she know that before?” she went on. “I mean, she stayed
in the apartment a good five minutes getting dressed after everyone else
had already left.”
Bob couldn’t have cared less about Nancy or her neurotic ways, but gave
the matter a minute of thought for her sake.
“Nancy is just a very unusual person,” he said, as he led her back
inside. “With her, you must expect the unexpected.”
“What the hell took you so long?” Nancy asked Neil, who emerged from the
shadows as she approached her car. Then she paused and looked around for
anyone who might be in earshot. “Wait, don’t answer. Just get in.”
As they made their way to the Atwater estate, Neil began to explain:
“There was a guard on the second floor. So then I went to the third
floor and there were people in the hall. So then I went to the fourth
floor, but decided against it because I might have run into some of those
people as I made my way down all those flights of stairs. So then I went
back to the second floor and I didn’t see the guard. So I waited to make
sure the coast was absolutely clear, then pulled the alarm and ran like
hell.”
Nancy didn’t pay much attention to his explanation. She just drove
silently, smirking as if she were withholding laughter.
“Well now that it’s over, can you tell me why I had to do what I just
did?” Neil asked questioningly.
“Let’s just say Mila is as good as in bed with you right now.”
“Nancy, I don’t mean to diss what you’re saying,” Neil said. “But
logically, this makes absolutely no sense at all. I just don’t see the
connection between Mila, the fire alarm, and her willingness to have
sex.”
“You don’t have to see the connection. It’s already been made,” Nancy
replied. “Just give me a while to sort everything out, ok? Remember,
I’m the one doing all the dirty work. The only dirty work you & Owen
have to do is with Mila.”
“I thought I already explained this to you,” Neil said, putting his hand
on her arm. “I don’t want Mila. I want you.”
Nancy had never heard a guy say anything remotely like that to her before
Neil, much less with such sincerity. But before she could allow herself
to be moved, she refocused her thoughts on her goal. She quickly pulled
her arm away and slapped at him angrily.
“Don’t give me that crap Neil!” Nancy seethed. “If you have any actual
feelings for me at all, they’d be no different than for any other girl
who let you do the same things to her.”
“That’s not true Nancy, and you know it,” Neil said defensively.
Nancy pulled up to the gate of the Atwater estate and parked the car.
Then she turned to face him directly.
“Well Neil, I don’t remember you saying as much as a word to me at the
party. That is, before I invited you into the closet for a little R&R.
Where were your ‘feelings’ for me before then?”
Neil looked down, burned by the truth she pointed out.
“Do you know that barely any of the guys even spoke to me the entire
time at the party? When any of you even bothered to look at me at all,
you looked at me the same as you would a table or a lamp! Who was it
that had all your attention? Who was it you could not talk to, or gawk
at, enough?”
Neil looked up at her for an instant with a look of guilt on her face,
and then began gazing out the windshield at nothing in particular. He
felt tried, convicted, and sentenced.
“So don’t tell me you have feelings for me Neil. Right now you’d be
feeling the same if it had been Callie, or Glory, or Sandy, or whoever.
It just happened to be me who decided to put out a little bit for you two
sorry losers tonight. And I did it all for my own pleasure, not yours’.”
“I guess you’re right,” he said. “Maybe I’m just a little infatuated.
I guess I can’t have any real feelings for you.”
“That’s right, you can’t,” she replied. “So don’t worry about holding
out for me Neil. If what little you did with an unattractive wallflower
like me had that kind of an impact on you, just imagine what going all
the way with a girl like Mila would do.”
“Well maybe I don’t want to go all the way,” Neil said, speaking
defensively.
“Tell me,” Nancy pointed out, “what was going through your mind when you
and Owen were talking with Mila for like a half hour? Don’t think I
didn’t notice that lewd way you were looking at her.”
“Looking and having sex is two different things,” Neil said.
Nancy laughed after hearing such a thing come from a guy.
“Listen, you don’t have to do anything,” she explained. “But think about
it this way: if you don’t take me up on this, it’s probably going to be
years and years before you get laid, if ever. Or in a little while you
can be with the kind of girl only the likes of Garrett Booth could ever
hope to nail. Don’t fool yourself with any stupid thoughts of passing
this chance up for me, because I’m certainly not going to give you any.
So this is your choice, take it or leave it.”
Nancy’s words really impacted Neil because he knew she was probably
right. He and Owen were the least prospective guys in Swans Crossing to
ever get girlfriends, much less lose their virginity. One of Neil’s
painful, deep-rooted fears was that he never would.
“Well now that you put it that way,” Neil said, slightly smiling in an
attempt to try to hide his defeat; what little ego he had broken. “I
want to go through with it.”
“Good, that’s what I want to hear,” Nancy said with a victorious smile.
Upon arriving home, Nancy practically ran to her room, locked the door,
and dug the video camera out of her purse. She removed the tape, popped
it into the VCR, and rewound it to the beginning.
She had to fast-forward through a lot of dead tape of a darkened room. But
things got interesting when she saw the light turn on and Mila step into
the camera’s view. She removed the robe she’d been wearing, positioned
herself on the bed, and waited.
Nancy was elated by the video quality. The lighting was fine, the bed
was in full view, and Mila’s identity was unmistakable. She was on the
edge of her seat in anticipation for what was to come.
Within minutes, Garrett enters the room out of camera shot.
“Why, Garrett Booth!” Mila said, in mock surprise. “What on earth brings
you into my bedroom?”
“I’ll give you three guesses,” he said, and they both began laughing.
“Well let me see,” Mila said, calling him on his gag. “Was it because…
you were looking for Sydney?”
“Nooo,” Garrett said, imitating Mila’s tone, and laughing at the very
suggestion.
“Was it because…Goldilocks is looking for a bed to sleep in?”
“You’re getting warmer,” he said.
“Maybe Goldilocks is looking for some company?”
Garrett said nothing, but Mila began laughing so Nancy assumed that he
must have begun nodding his head in a silly manner.
“Well there’s just me here. Will I do?”
“Oh, you’ll do,” Garrett said. “You’ll do me well. At least I hope!”
Again they laughed together.
Nancy began entertaining the thought of herself on Mila’s bed, knowing
what was probably about to ensue. She wished so dearly that it could
have been her there with Garrett instead of Mila, and cursed the fates
that made her about as interesting to guys like Garrett as a table lamp.
If there was a way Nancy could tear off Mila’s body and wear it on her
own, she’d gladly do it. Mila was an arrogant, self-centered bitch all
right, but she was like that because she had the perfect right to be.
Anyone can be a bitch, but in Nancy’s case all it did was make everyone
tend to dislike her even more. However, for a stunningly beautiful girl
like Mila, being an arrogant bitch only seemed to make guys want her that
much more. It was like renovating an already luxurious mansion to even
further increase its value. In addition, Mila’s bitchiness had the
highly regarded secondary effect of rubbing every other girl’s nose in
the fact that they aren’t as beautiful or wanted by guys as she, and
never will be. Nancy knew that if she could have been blessed by Mila’s
beauty and all her endowments, she would forever re-define the meaning of
“bitch” to the world. And perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, that
was exactly why Nancy was fated to be the wallflower that she was.
“That bed sure does look comfy,” Garrett said suggestively.
“Well why don’t you join me?” Mila invited with a seductive smile.
Garrett wasted no time doing just that, and the action began. Things
were slow at first, passionate and explorative. But things elevated
steadily, and soon passion turned into an almost mad attempt at using
each other’s bodies to quench their repressed lusts and desires.
Clothing became obstacles, unwanted obstructions that were simply in the
way, and were removed and discarded as needed.
Things went that way for quite some time. There was no sex yet, nothing
really scandalous that Nancy could use. However, watching the tape
began to have an unexpected effect on her. The more she watched, the
more depressed she became. Why was it that Garrett was Mila’s simply
for the asking, when Nancy could only dream of doing what she was
witnessing with a man so good looking? Why did things have to be that
way? Seeing how the other half lived, how easy otherwise impossible
pleasures were afforded the beautiful people, almost made Nancy want to
turn off the VCR.
Some time later, Garrett and Mila immediately stopped what they were
doing and looked at someone else who had come into the room. It was
Sydney!
“Oh this is gonna be good!” Nancy almost shrieked.
And it was good, and eye opening too. Nancy had never seen Sydney so
heartbroken, so willing to do anything to win back Garrett’s sacred
attentions.
Something else unexpected happened with Nancy. Her heart began to
genuinely go out to Sydney. It was uncharacteristic of Nancy to feel
that way for anyone. She began to despise Garrett, but not nearly as
much as she despised Mila. Garrett couldn’t have done much cheating
without Mila’s assistance. No wonder Sydney had been in such a state
when Nancy had emerged from the closet.
In addition, Nancy began to realize something else. With all the doors
of pleasure that beauty opened, there were also consequences associated
with them, and really sticky situations that could raise their ugly
heads. The kind of events that were going on before her eyes were things
Nancy never had to deal with, and she felt a little better about herself
because of it.
After seeing Sydney smack Garrett across the face and storm out of the
room, Nancy howled with laughter.
“Good going Sydney-o!” she shouted. “You should have done that to him
in the first place!”
But before Nancy could begin to reflect on these juicy events, there was
new drama unfolding. Mila began preparing to leave the room, having
become annoyed with how Garrett had just treated Sydney. Nancy’s vision
of Mila’s ultimate, utterly humiliating revenge against Mila began to
regretfully fade away.
Nancy had never seen the pleading side of Garrett, as he begged Mila not
to go. Garrett was a person who always kept his cool whenever Nancy saw
him. But obviously, he didn’t keep his cool all the time. Seeing
Garrett act in such an uncharacteristic fashion, while keeping in mind
how absolutely vital sex seemed to be with Neil and Owen, gave her new
insights on guys in general. With all that unquenchable lust driving
them, she realized she may very well have a distinct advantage in the
“dating game”…simply because she was female. As crazy as it seemed,
perhaps it was only a matter of time before a decent-looking guy fixated
himself on her. And once that happened, she either had the choice of
living a storybook life of wedded bliss, or she could use her forbidden
insight to torment the poor fool incessantly. In Nancy’s mind, the
latter seemed more appealing since she had an odd kind of hatred for
men in general.
Seeing how expertly Garrett was able to change Mila’s mind about having
sex, Nancy braced herself for some real action. But she saw her visions
of vengeance begin to fade once again when the two of them, stark naked,
passed through the field of view of the camera and headed to the
bathroom. She began cursing as she fast-forwarded through the dead tape.
After a few minutes she saw bodies once again appear on the screen, and
put the VCR back into play mode. Her spirits lifted to new heights as
they got onto the bed.
This was it! Garrett nailed Mila, and Nancy knew she had Mila nailed as
well. Even though it was Mila’s first time, Garrett showed her little
physical consideration. Not only did he have sex with her a total of
three times, each was rather harsh and of an unmercifully long duration.
The only real protest Mila gave, and one of the climaxes of the tape,
was when Mila said “Take it easy! I’m not Sydney, you know.” After it
was all over, some two and a half hours later, Nancy knew Mila would be
feeling the effects of this night for quite some time.
Finally, Nancy rewound the tape and began making a copy onto another
tape. Not wanting to re-live all that drama so soon, she turned the TV
off. Finding a cigarette, she relaxed in her chair and smoked.
Victory was in her hands! Mila had a definite fate in store for her,
but Nancy felt demonically democratic. She was going to offer Mila a
choice of the lesser of two evils: 100 or so copies of that tape placed
all around campus, or agreeing to the unthinkable act of having sex with
both Neil and Owen. Whatever she would ultimately decide, Nancy knew
Mila’s days of bathing in the glory of the attention of others were soon
to be over. Mila would never be able to hold her head high in public
again. Oh, everyone would still look. But the stares would no longer
be silent nourishment to an already over-bloated ego, but would pierce
her very soul like bee stings.
“I don’t know, it all reeks somehow,” Neil said. He and Owen were
sitting at a table having lunch the following day at the student center.
“There’s something else going on here that we don’t know anything about.”
“Whatever it is,” Owen said, “I’m not going to believe it until I
actually see Mila on a bed telling me to come and get it.”
“The thing is,” Neil said, “if all this is real and it’s actually going
down…what’s in it for Nancy? I mean, all she talks about is us doing
Mila. What could Nancy possibly care about who Mila has sex with, much
less have a say in it?”
Owen looked down at the table, thinking.
“Mila never wears the same outfit twice,” Neil went on. “I bet she
doesn’t even sleep with the same guy twice either. With all that, why
would she even consider sleeping with either one of us, much less the
both of us?”
“Maybe…” Owen said, his brow wrinkled in thought. “Maybe she’s a
prostitute.”
Neil’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
“That’s…insane, Owen!”
“No more insane than her agreeing to have sex with us,” Owen continued,
becoming a little excited over his new idea. “ I mean, think about it.
It makes sense! How do you think the Rosnovski’s got all their money?”
“They’ve always had money Owen. They’re one of the elite, upper-class
families in Swans Crossing. Everybody knows that.”
“Maybe somehow they lost their fortune, or most of it. And…” Owen said,
pausing in thought. “And the countess saw no other option than to
prostitute her only daughter.”
“Owen, come on man! Now you’re smokin’ crack!” Neil exclaimed in
mockery. “That kind of stuff is against the law.”
“Maybe it is in the United States,” Owen said. “But I bet it isn’t in
France.”
Neil became visibly shaken at the thought. Shaking his head in disbelief,
he turned away from Owen.
“Stop,” Neil said. “Let’s just not go there. That’s…just too much.”
“Doesn’t it add up though?” Owen persisted. “Is there any other way on
earth Mila would possibly sleep with the two of us?”
Neil said nothing for a moment, unable to offer an argument. It really
did appear to be the only logical answer.
“Ok, so let’s say Mila’s a prostitute and would agree to have sex with
us,” Neil challenged. “What would Nancy have to gain from her sleeping
with us? Why would Nancy bother to arrange it? And why us?”
“Look at it this way,” Owen explained. “Let’s say word got out that the
Rosnovskis are involved in prostitution. Would they ever show their
faces in public again?”
“They’d be out of town before the ink dried on the newspapers!” Neil
exclaimed.
“Ok,” Owen continued. “Nancy lives in the same apartment as Mila.
Suppose Nancy, being the nosey person we all know she is, found out about
Mila’s dirty secret?”
“She’d have Mila by the throat,” Neil said in thoughtful realization.
“You know, I don’t think Nancy ever liked Mila anyway. Oh wait, wait,
wait!”
“What???” Owen demanded.
“Nancy told me that what she did with us in the closet was fully for her
own benefit, not ours.”
“So?”
“And we wanted to have sex with Nancy right then and there didn’t we?”
“Yea, so?”
“Didn’t Nancy say she wasn’t sure she was ready to go all the way?”
“Yea!” Owen said intensely, tapping his finger on the table, his eyes
unfocused in deep thought. “Nancy never had any interest in having sex
with us. That wasn’t what she was in it for; she just wanted to fool
around with a couple of willing guys. But since we did, she knew someone
who is available for that kind of thing.”
“Maybe since Nancy found out about Mila’s dirty secret, Mila owes Nancy
to keep her quiet,” Neil said. “And that’s where we come in.”
“Yea! It makes sense. It’s crazy but it does make sense.”
“Maybe Sydney knows about Mila too,” Neil said. “Maybe that’s why she
was always so strict in keeping Garrett away from her.”
“Sydney’s such a slut,” Owen said. “Everybody knows about her. I bet
that’s the only reason she’s been able to hold on to Garrett for so long.
She’s free.”
“Yea, I bet she even takes away from Mila’s business,” Neil said with a
laugh, and Owen laughed in return.
“But still,” Owen said. “Even if Mila is a prostitute, it doesn’t
explain what the fire alarm had to do with anything.”
“Didn’t Mila and Garrett disappear near the end of the party?” Neil
asked. “I think they probably slept together. At least that seemed to
be the general unspoken consensus.”
“Maybe the fire alarm was to break up what was going on between them,”
Owen said. “It had to do with getting Garrett and Mila apart.”
“But do you think Garrett Booth would ever have to pay for sex?” Neil
asked.
“Maybe Mila decided to give him one on the house,” Owen said, with a
lecherous grin.
“Or maybe she paid him,” Neil said with a laugh.
“Garrett Booth: male prostitute,” Owen said, and both began laughing
hysterically.
“I don’t know,” Neil said after the laughter had faded, his brow wrinkled
again in thought and conflict. “I don’t know about any of this. If
there’s one thing I know about mathematics, I know that if some small
part of the equation doesn’t add up, the whole thing is wrong.”
“Well who cares if we can’t figure out every minute little detail?” Owen
said with a grin. “If it means I get to sleep with Mila, I don’t really
care about anything else.”
“But would you? Really?” Neil asked. “Knowing she’s a prostitute?”
“Neil,” Owen said. “If that were the only way on this blessed earth I
could finally nail that bitch…which unfortunately it is…then, yea. Hell
yea!”
“But a prostitute?”
“I know what you’re saying Neil,” Owen said. “But, I’d worry about the
repercussions later. If you only knew how long I’ve wanted to do her,
Neil. I’d be crazy to pass up the only chance in life I’ll ever get.”
“You mean Garrett and Mila ended up sleeping together?” Callie asked
Glory, unaware of much of the drama that had unfolded the previous night.
They were in their bedroom, and Glory had just come back from the
Rutledge mansion. Sandy was there too, and only Mila had had classes
that day. Nancy and Sydney were still at their homes.
“Don’t tell anyone that I told you,” Glory said.
“I won’t,” Callie said. “Man, Sydney must have been shattered.”
“She was,” Glory said with enthusiasm. “After we’d gotten to her place,
she was up much of the night just bawling her eyes out. You know how she
can be.”
“That poor thing,” Callie said, her sympathy honest.
“Did you guys hear about Nancy?” Sandy asked.
“What about Nancy?” Callie asked, surprised that anything about her could
be the subject of any gossip.
“Didn’t you know?” Glory asked. “Sometime during the party, all three
of them disappeared into the walk-in closet.
Callie’s eyes widened with surprise.
“But none of them would say anything when they came out,” Glory
continued. “Sandy, did you hear anything about it?”
“No, but I bet whatever they did…it was something kinky,” Sandy replied.
“Nancy was in the closet with Neil and Owen, doing who-knows-what?”
Callie asked in disbelief.
“Anyway, that’s not the half of it,” Sandy said.
“Well what?” Glory begged. Both leaned closer in anticipation.
“Glory, after you and Sydney had left, Saja and I were alone in the
room,” Sandy continued. Then she began grinning shyly. “And…we started
making out and stuff on the bed, you know.”
“Oh gosh, what did you guys do?” Glory asked excitedly.
“That’s just it, we didn’t do anything,” Sandy said. The other’s faces
dimmed in disappointment. “Because Nancy came back into the room and
got into bed with Neil!”
“Aauugh!” Callie and Glory screamed in unison, and began laughing.
“Where was Owen?” Callie asked.
“Callie, you’re such a perv!” Glory said, and all laughed again.
“He must have gone home or something. That poor guy,” Sandy said with
sarcasm, and all the girls exploded with laughter again.
“So what did Nancy and Neil do?” Glory begged.
“Well obviously they couldn’t do much, since we were there,” Sandy
continued. “But Neil took his clothes off before he got into bed with
her.”
The girls howled in laughter again.
“In front of you two?” Callie asked.
“No, they turned the light out first,” Sandy said.
“Did you see anything?” Glory asked.
“Now you’re the perv!” Callie said to Glory.
“No I wasn’t looking, but Saja was,” Sandy said.
“So Nancy’s finally got herself a boyfriend,” Callie said. “She was
complaining about being single during the party. Well I guess if they’re
meant to be together, I’m happy for both of them.”
“Yea,” the other girls agreed.
“So Callie,” Sandy said knowingly. “Where did you and Jimmy disappear
to last night?”
Callie simply grinned guiltily and turned back to the makeup mirror and
continued applying mascara.
“Cal-lie,” Sandy said with playful accusation. “Tell-us.”
Callie silently began hiding her eyes behind her hands and put her head
down, but her ear-to-ear smile was a dead giveaway.
The other girls began screaming and laughing once again.
“Tell us, come on,” Glory pleaded.
Callie finally turned to them, her face red with embarrassment.
“Oh…my…god, you didn’t!” Sandy said, her mouth wide in shock.
Callie could no longer face them but turned back to the mirror and hid
her face in her hands again.
Sandy and Glory howled with laughter once again, more fervent than ever.
“You mean you guys finally did it? You and Jimmy finally slept
together?”
Callie offered no denial, and the others continued their laughter.
“So that’s why you’re all the sudden so concerned with makeup and your
hair,” Sandy said.
“And perfume,” Glory added. “You have to kind of go easy on that stuff
Callie. It’s potent you know.”
“Yea, I just want to look nice for him,” Callie said. “Well, it’s not
just that. I just feel so much more…feminine now. I want to do womanly
things. I think after all this time I’ve finally got my priorities
straight because I know what it’s all about now.”
“Have you guys talked about getting married or anything?” Sandy asked.
“Well, no, not actually,” she said, glowing with happiness. “But I don’t
have any doubts that we will. I mean, I wouldn’t have made love with
him if I had any doubts.”
“Gosh, when J.T. tickles me all over…aaugh!” Glory shrieked. “I love
being tickled! Did Jimmy do anything like that to you?”
“No, not really,” Callie confessed dreamily. “I don’t have a tickling
fetish like you do, you pervie. We did wrestle a little though, and of
course I beat him.”
The other girls laughed with her.
“I actually had to teach J.T. how I like to be tickled,” Glory continued.
“But he’s a fast learner, you know. Oh man, when he touches the bottom
of my wrist with his fingernails and wiggles his fingers up and down my
forearm, I lose all control! Aaauugh!”
Glory shivered and began hugging herself tightly.
“That’s all he does?” Callie asked curiously. “Just the bottoms of your
forearms?”
“Oh no,” Glory said, glowing with memory-induced pleasure. “That’s just
the beginning. Eventually he tickles me all over.”
All three of the girls laughed in unison.
“Well, I don’t think I have any kind of fetishes like that,” Callie
said. “At least not yet. We just kinda covered the basics of making
love, since it was our first time and all. Maybe I’ll grow into doing
stuff like that eventually, I don’t know. It all depends on what I
decide I like the most.”
“You’ve got to have him tickle you next time Callie,” Glory said with
insistence. “You’ve got to!”
“You mean it was Jimmy’s first time too?” Sandy asked.
“Yea,” Callie said, and began grinning.
“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Sandy said, and Glory nodded in agreement.
“I mean, Jimmy’s like me,” Callie continued. “Neither of us believes in
sex without love.”
“I don’t either,” Sandy said.
“And I don’t want sex to become the focus of our relationship either.
Our love is always going to be first and foremost.
“You’ve got one hell of a man there, Callie,” Glory said. “You’d better
hold onto him. There aren’t many like that out there.”
“Thank you,” Callie said with a big smile, and gave Glory a hug.
Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted them.
“Oh, there’s Jimmy!” Callie exclaimed. “I’m not ready yet!”
“I’ll let him in,” Sandy said.
“No, I will,” Glory countered, and they both ran out of the room giggling
and opened the door.
“Hi Jimmy,” Glory said, beaming at him.
“Hey Glory, hey Sandy,” Jimmy said. “Is Callie here?”
“She’s still getting ready,” Sandy said, and smiled knowingly at Glory.
“Come on in.”
Jimmy entered and sat down on the couch, and began channel surfing. The
other two joined him. Neither said anything, but both kept looking at
him and grinning at each other. This kind of irritated him, because he
was almost certain he knew why they were acting this way.
Eventually Callie emerged from her room.
“Hey Callie,” Jimmy said, standing up and greeting her with a kiss.
“Hey,” she said, smiling as she kissed him back. When Jimmy pulled back
to look at her, he could tell something was different about how she
looked. But he couldn’t place his finger on it. Something was just
different. Callie noticed that he seemed to be studying her appearance,
and waited for him to compliment her on it.
“Well, let’s head on out of here Walker Woman,” Jimmy said. “Are you
going to bring your helmet?”
“Oh yea, my helmet,” she said, and went back into her room to get it.
She came back momentarily carrying it. “Gosh, I don’t want to wear this
thing because I’m afraid it’ll mess up my hair.”
Jimmy looked at Callie with a little confusion. She’d never worried
about a motorcycle helmet bothering her hair before. But he thought
nothing of it. After saying their goodbyes, Jimmy and Callie exited the
dorm.
In the elevator, Callie’s curiosity got the best of her.
“Jimmy, do you notice anything different about me?”
He studied her momentarily.
“No, not really. I think I smell perfume though. Did one of the girls
spray it on you or something?”
“Jimmy, I gave myself a makeover. Didn’t you notice?”
“Oh, that?” Jimmy said. “Well, yes I noticed. But I just thought you
must have always looked that way and I’d never realized it until now.
So I didn’t want to say anything.”
“Oh, thanks Clayton,” Callie said with a smirk. “I did all this for you,
and now you don’t even appreciate it.”
The elevator doors opened and they walked to the building’s exit.
“Yes, I appreciate it Callie,” Jimmy said, and stepped back so he could
look at her better. “Let’s see…you’re wearing more makeup than you
usually do. And your hair is…poofier.”
“Oh Jimmy, I spend two hours working on my hair and that’s all you can
say? It’s ‘poofier’?”
“Well…it’s pretty too,” Jimmy said. “But I’ve always thought you hair
is pretty. So why do I have to start telling you that all the sudden?”
“Jimmy,” she said, turning around and heading towards the stairs. “I’m
going back to my room. Have a good night without me.”
Jimmy suddenly ran to her side.
“Callie. Don’t. I’m sorry. You look really sexy tonight. Your hair
is sexy, your makeup is sexy, and your clothes are sexy. Oh, and that
necklace is sexy too. Everything about you is just…blisteringly sexy.”
“That’s better,” she said, her pouting expression fading. Jimmy wrapped
his arms around her from behind and began kissing her neck.
“Mmm, you’re driving me crazy Walker Woman,” he said. “I can’t go another
minute without you. I must make love to you right now.”
“Ok, you made your point,” she said, grinning. “Just stay that way the
rest of the night and we won’t have any problems.”
“The pleasure’s all mine.”
Next Sunday evening, Nancy enters Glory and Callie’s room and notices
Glory packing up her things.
“Hey Glory,” Nancy said, eying her suspiciously. “What are you doing?
You’re not moving out are you?”
“No,” Glory said with a sigh. “Sydney’s coming back from New York
tomorrow morning and wants to switch rooms with me. She’s mad at Mila
and refuses to share a bedroom with her.”
“Oh really?” Nancy said with a smile. “Glory, I’ll tell you what: I’ll
switch rooms with Sydney, ok?”
“Well, I don’t mind,” Glory said. “But you know, that would mean you and
Mila would be sharing a room.”
“I know,” Nancy said.
“I guess you’d better ask Mila then,” Glory said nervously. “You two
aren’t the best of friends either, you know.”
“Oh, I’m sure Mila and I are going to be like sisters,” Nancy said with a
smile. She left Glory’s room and knocked on Mila’s door.
“Come in,” the voice from inside said.
“Hey Mila?” Nancy said, opening the door. Mila looked at her with
confusion.
“Hi Nancy,” she said, trying to sound more friendly than Nancy made her
feel.
“I was just wanting to ask you something,” Nancy said. “You know how
Sydney wants to switch rooms with Glory?”
“Yes, what about it?” Mila said.
“Well, I told Glory that I’d just switch rooms with Sydney instead. So
I’ll be moving in here with you. Would that be ok?”
“Yea, whatever,” Mila said, not really looking forward to rooming with a
nobody like Nancy. But as long as it kept Sydney and Mila apart and kept
some semblance of peace, Mila didn’t consider it a big deal.
“Thanks Mila,” Nancy said, trying to hold back a victorious smile. “I’m
really looking forward to this.”
Nancy left the room and began packing her things.
Two weeks later, Sydney and Glory are having a conversation in their room.
“Sandy, I tell you, I can’t take this!” Sydney exclaimed.
“You can’t take what?”
“Garrett and I are history, remember?”
“Sydney, you can have any guy on campus,” Sandy said in consolation.
“You don’t have to be alone if you don’t want to.”
“You don’t understand Sandy,” Sydney said.
“Don’t think I don’t know what it’s like to be alone,” Sandy said.
“I’ve been alone most of my life. If it hadn’t been for Saja, I’d still
be alone.”
“Tell me,” Sydney said. “Have you and Bobby had sex yet?”
Sandy paused, unprepared for and embarrassed by such a question.
“No…not yet,” she confessed.
“You’ve done nothing sexual with him at all?” Sandy asked.
Sandy merely shook her head.
“Well, I mean I let him kiss me and stuff, you know,” Sandy finally said.
“And sometimes I feel like I’m ready to do more, but then I don’t for
whatever reason.”
“Oh really? That’s amazing Sandy,” Sydney said condescendingly. “Well
Garrett and I’ve been having sex almost every night for the past four
years.”
“So?”
“Yea, I didn’t expect you to understand,” Sydney said, growing annoyed
with her inexperience. “You cannot imagine having it for so long, then
all of a sudden having to do without. Sandy, it’s killing me.”
“Hey, I’m doing fine without sex,” Sandy said. “I don’t even want it,
and Saja understands.”
“Let me tell you girl, once that heat hits you, it’s going to change your
life. You’re never going to want to go back. You’re going to want it
as often as you can get it.”
“Sydney, I think you have your priorities all wrong,” Sandy said. “It’s
all about love and respect. If you don’t have that, what’s the point of
having sex?”
Sydney laughed bitterly and sarcastically.
“Oh, love and respect? Yea right, come off it Sandy! Those things don’t
exist. Believe me, Bobby’s just like every other guy. He’s just biding
his time, giving you what you want now so hopefully you’ll give him what
he wants later.”
“Sydney, I feel sorry for you,” Sandy said. “I mean, here you are
putting me down for not having sex. Let me tell you, I’ve gotten nothing
but love and respect from Saja for the past four years. Really, you
should be feeling sorry about yourself.”
“Just wait until you start having sex,” Sydney said. “You talk about
priorities? You’ll think priorities all right when the only thing you
can think about is the next time you and Bobby sleep together.”
“Sydney, I think you’re the poster child for abstinence,” Sandy said.
“My relationship with Saja brings me nothing but joy and happiness. I’m
so content and at peace with myself and everything about it. You think
I want to ‘move up’ to your level? Look at you! You’re miserable! Do
you think that’s what I want? Do you think I look at the state you’re
in with envy? I certainly don’t think so.”
“Ok, so maybe you think you can hold out on Bobby forever because you
yourself have no drive for it?” Sydney said. “Do you think he feels just
like you, and doesn’t want it either? If you do, honey you’re living
in La-La land. So he kindly gives you all the love and respect you need
for four whole years, and you don’t give him a damn thing in return?
Have you ever stopped to think about how selfish that is of you, Sandy?
Well, we’ll see how much longer Bobby can hold out. In my opinion, I
doubt it’ll be much longer. And when it happens…when he finally gets
tired of waiting and sets his sights on some other more willing girl,
honey don’t come crying to me about it.”
Sandy looked away from her in defeat, an expression of sadness on her
face.
Later, Nancy gets a phone call while alone in her room.
“Hello?”
“Hey Nancy,” the familiar voice of Owen said.
“Hey Owen,” Nancy replied. “I beg I can guess why you’re calling.”
“Well…” Owen said, nervously. “Maybe.”
“I bet you’re wanting to know when it’s going to happen, right?”
“Uhhh…” Owen paused nervously. “Yea.”
“Owen, you horny bastard,” Nancy said with a smug laugh. “You can tell
Neil that ‘no’ I haven’t forgotten, and ‘yes’ it’s being arranged. It’ll
be soon, you dirty dog, so…keep your pants on.”
Fast-forward about three weeks. Sydney and Callie are in the dorm alone.
Callie’s waiting for Jimmy to pick her up.
“So how are things with you and Jimmy?” Sydney asked.
“Everything’s going perfectly,” Callie said with a smile. “Jimmy’s so
sweet, you wouldn’t believe.”
“Yea, I probably wouldn’t,” Sydney said flatly.
“He buys me presents at least three times a week,” Callie said. “He’s
always there for me. He fawns over me all the time.”
“Oh really?” Sydney asked, becoming more interested.
“Yea, and he just goes out of his way for me so much. He always tries to
make me feel beautiful, he’s always telling me how much he loves me, and
he makes me feel more loved than I thought any guy ever could.”
“Oh really?” Sydney asked again, leaning closer to Callie.
“And he has such a great body, he’s so fabulous in bed, and he never
stops until I’m totally satisfied. He takes care to do sweet little
things for me all the time. It just seems like I’m his whole life, you
know? He’s just everything a girl could hope to have in a guy.”
“Really?” Sydney said, getting an idea in her head that had never dared
cross her mind before.
“So how are things going with you Sydney?” Callie asked. “Have you, by
any chance, gotten back with Garrett yet?”
“What makes you think I want a backstabbing little…I mean, what makes you
think I want him back?”
“I was just wondering, you know,” Callie said. “Have you hooked up with
anyone else?”
“Oh no, there’s just me myself and I. No guy. And I’m going crazy. I
can’t live without sex! And let me tell you, Callie. I don’t care what
you hear, nothing can substitute for the real thing.”
“Well…I guess, I don’t know. If you say so,” Callie replied uneasily.
“But anyway, I have to get ready for tonight. I’ll be in my room if you
need me.”
“What’s going on tonight?” Sydney asked.
“I’m going out with Jimmy,” Callie said with a smile, and walked out of
the room. “I’ll see you.”
“Yea,” Sydney said to herself sarcastically. “You go on with your bad
self Callie.”
Shortly afterwards, Sydney heard voices and looked outside her door.
Jimmy had arrived to pick Callie up. As she gazed at Jimmy, she realized
he did have a great body. It was probably even better than Garrett’s.
As long as she’d known him, why hadn’t she bothered to notice that about
him before?
“Glory, are you awake?” Callie asked, stepping into their bedroom.
“Yea, what is it?” Glory asked groggily.
“I just feel so sick,” Callie said. “I vomited a minute ago.”
“Oh goodness,” Glory said. “Have you got the flu or something?”
“No I don’t think so,” Callie said. “I’m like this almost every morning
nowadays. But it’s only in the mornings. I feel pretty much ok the rest
of the day.”
“Gosh Callie, you can’t be pregnant can you?” Glory said, snapping wide-
awake.
“I don’t know, that’s what I’m afraid of,” Callie said, sounding somewhat
desperate.
“Are you late this month?”
“Well yea, but I’m late sometimes anyway,” Callie said. “It’s no big
deal.”
“Did you and Jimmy use any kind of protection?”
“I…no,” Callie said.
“Are you on the pill?”
“I’ve been wanting to, to help me become regular,” Callie said. “But
if my dad found out, he’d think I was just being a slut. You know how
old-fashioned he is.”
“Callie, I’m sorry to tell you this but I think you might be pregnant,”
Glory said sympathetically.
“Glory, I can’t be pregnant,” Callie said, her eyes filling with tears.
“I just can’t.”
“Well I think we’d better get you a home pregnancy test, just to make
sure.”
“No, I can’t trust something like that,” Callie said. “I am not going
to believe it until a doctor tells me I am.”
“Maybe we can make an appointment with a doctor today then? Would that
be ok?”
“Yes…well, no,” Callie said. “I mean, I don’t want to go to any doctor
around here. It’s such a small town. What if I see someone I know?”
“I’ll tell you what,” Glory said. “There’s a clinic in Newport that
I’ve gone to before. Nobody will know you there. I’ll even drive you,
ok?”
“Thank you so much Glory,” Callie said, giving her a hug.
Later that morning, Callie placed a call to Jimmy.
“Hello?” he said.
“Jimmy, it’s me. How are you?”
“Hey Walker Woman,” he said cheerfully. “I’m fine. What’s up?”
“Well, I’m just calling to tell you that you’ll have to pick me up a few
hours later today.”
“Why, what’s up?” he asked.
“Oh nothing, I just have to go to Newport for something.”
“Newport? Cool. Tell you what; I’ll come with you. There’s this
awesome motorcycle shop you’ve got to check out.”
“Well…Jimmy,” her voice sounded conflicted. “You can’t come.”
“Why not?”
“You…just can’t. You can pick me up a few hours later than we’d planned
here at the dorm, ok?”
“Well, ok if you say so,” Jimmy said. “I’ll meet you if you’re back in
time.”
“Ok, I have to go now. I love you.”
“I love you too, Walker Woman.”
Callie hung up the phone. She could tell by the sound of his voice that
she’d hurt his feelings a little by not letting him come, and not telling
him what it was all about. But…it was necessary.
Later that evening, Jimmy arrived at the dorm on schedule. Sydney
answered the door.
“Hey, is Callie here?” Jimmy asked.
“No,” Sydney said, looking him up and down and seeing him in an all-new
light. “But you can come in and wait for her if you want.”
Jimmy was reluctant, but came inside.
“I really can’t stay long,” Jimmy said. “She told me she might not even
be back until pretty late. She had to go to Newport for something.”
“Well why didn’t you go with her?”
“She…didn’t want me to,” Jimmy said, openly perplexed.
“That’s odd,” Sydney said. “Usually you guys do everything together.”
“I know,” he said. “But, she insisted I not come. So I just dropped by
to see if she’d come back yet.”
“Well just have a seat and wait for her,” Sydney said. “I’ll be in my
room.”
“Where’s everyone else?” Jimmy asked.
“Oh, they’re all off doing their own thing. No one wants to be cramped
up in the dorm on a Saturday.”
“So why are you?”
“I don’t have a life anymore,” Sydney said, and went to her room.
Jimmy sat for a moment, turned on the TV; channel surfed for a while,
then looked at the clock. He really missed Callie and wanted to see her,
but who knew when she’d be back?
“Jimmy?” Sydney’s echoed voice emerged from her room.
“Yes?”
“Could you come in here for a sec?”
Reluctantly, he tossed the remote and walked to Sydney’s room’s entrance.
Sydney was sitting on her bed looking at him.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Come here.”
Jimmy walked to the side of her bed and looked at her expectantly.
“Jimmy, I just have to talk to someone. I feel like I’m going to
explode!”
“What’s wrong?” Jimmy asked, somewhat concerned.
“I don’t know,” she said. She put a hand on the side of her face, looked
down at the floor, and began weeping. Jimmy got down on one knee in front
of her, putting his hand on her shoulder sympathetically, and looked into
her eyes.
“It’s just that I’m so torn up about Garrett,” she tearfully confessed.
“He’s with Mila now. He’s so mean to me.”
“Everything’s going to work out, don’t worry about it.”
Sydney stood up, and Jimmy rose with her. He embraced her for
consolation, and Sydney put her head on his chest.
“I just don’t know what I’m going to do without him,” she said with a
trembling voice.
“Well, you’re probably better off,” Jimmy said, his heart genuinely going
out to her and feeling true pity. “Try not to worry about it, ok?”
“Jimmy,” Sydney said, looking up into his eyes. “It wouldn’t be so bad
if I didn’t have to live without sex.”
Jimmy was shocked by her boldness, and looked away from her in
embarrassment. But this was Sydney Rutledge after all. Drama was to be
expected.
“Sydney,” Jimmy said, at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to tell
you. Just try not to think about Garrett. You’re a beautiful girl and
there’s tons of guys out there much better for you than him.”
“I know,” Sydney said, and began smiling tenderly at him, shamelessly
staring into his eyes. “Jimmy, you and I have been friends for a long
time haven’t we?”
“Since we were kids,” he said. She kept staring into his eyes, a longing
penetrating gaze. She must have been standing on her toes because her
face was so close to his. It was beginning to make him feel a little
uneasy.
“You like me, don’t you?” Sydney asked, and began embracing him tighter
and pressing her body against his
“Of course Sydney, I’ve always liked you,” he said, unconsciously backing
up a step. Sydney kept right up, still embracing him.
“I need for you to do me a favor,” she asked, her hypnotic gaze
unrelenting. Jimmy continued taking steps back.
“Like what?” he asked, but at this point not really wanting to know.
“I want you to make love to me,” she said, her eyes now full of raw lust
and desire.
“What?” he said in surprise, but suddenly he backed into the wall. He
turned his head a little to see what he’d hit.
“Make love to me Jimmy. I really need it,” she said, wrapping her arms
around his shoulders and tilting her head to the side in order to kiss
him. Jimmy turned his head away from hers, but she simply tilted her
head to the other side and smiled a little, as if they were playing some
kind of game. Just as her lips were about to meet his, he turned his
head once more. And again, she merely tilted her head to the other side.
This time though, she put her hand against his cheek so he couldn’t turn
his head again, and began kissing him tenderly.
“Sydney, no,” Jimmy said, his speech somewhat hindered by her lips on
his. She simply looked into his eyes with a flirtatious smile, and
continued kissing him once again. He began to offer her no resistance,
certain that she’d come to her senses any moment. Perhaps if he’d just
let her have her way with him for a moment, she’d soon be satisfied
enough to come to her senses and begin apologizing to him. Obviously she
was desperately lonely, a terrible state for someone like Sydney to be in,
and he felt genuinely compassionate and sorry for her.
However, Sydney did not relent. She used his lack of resistance as an
opportunity to better press her body against his, and to rub it against
him sensually. Suddenly, Jimmy had a flashback of the night of the
slumber party, how Callie’s body felt against his, and the ecstasy it had
brought. His body recognized these sensations Sydney was now giving him,
and reacted accordingly.
“Sydney,” he said, now not only struggling against her wishes but the
wishes of his own body as well. “I don’t want to do this.”
“I do,” she said, raising up his shirt and kissing his chest.
“No Sydney, come on now,” Jimmy pleaded with her, but growing weaker and
more disappointed in himself by the second because of his shameful
desires. “I don’t love you. I love Callie.”
“I don’t love you either, I love Garrett,” she said, smiling confidently
at what she was so easily able to accomplish with him so far. “But
Garrett’s with Mila right now. And where’s Callie? She’s probably
meeting some hot guy in Newport even as we speak.”
“Callie’s not like that, Sydney,” he said, almost sternly.
“Hey, don’t take my word for it. Why else would she forbid you to go to
Newport with her, when you guys do absolutely everything else together?
Obviously she has social plans of her own that you’re just not a part of.
Hey, maybe that Barek guy set his eyes on her and she just couldn’t say
no.”
Sydney was beginning to raise doubts in Jimmy’s mind. Why was Callie so
adamant that he not go with her to Newport? What could the reason
possibly be? And why would she not even tell him why she had to go?
Maybe guys have begun hitting on Callie a lot more now, since she’s been
fixing herself up so nice lately. Who knows what all goes on in her
life? Jimmy wasn’t with her twenty-four hours a day.
“Where’s Callie now?” Sydney asked, pressing against him and running his
hands over her shoulders. “Why isn’t she here for you when you so
obviously need a woman so badly? Doesn’t she care about you? Don’t your
feelings matter to her at all? She’s doing god-knows-what with who-knows
at this very moment, and you still have the audacity to stand here holding
out for her. Well listen to me Clayton; you have needs of your own right
now. And she’s not here for you because she feels she has better things
to do. But I am. You can tell me all about how Callie hurts you and
disregards your feelings. And I’ll make it all better for you…”
Jimmy’s confusion, coupled with Sydney’s unrelenting efforts to turn him
on past the point of reason, began to take its toll on him. Seduction
was something Sydney did masterfully; a skill she’d perfected years ago
on Garrett. Jimmy’s body was now silently crying out to have sex with
her. It was at war with his heart. And his mind was weak with
confusion. But still, he had to make on last effort to put a stop to
this.
Jimmy put his hands on Sydney’s shoulders, ready to push her away. She
simply lifted her hands and pushed them aside, then continued kissing him
and rubbing against him. Then, looking victoriously into his tired eyes,
she closed the door beside them and locked it.
Callie finally emerged from the examination room. A doctor was with her.
She spoke with him, and the receptionist, momentarily before reaching into
her purse and doing something. Maybe she was paying them. Then the
doctor spoke with her again. She wrote something down on a piece of
paper and put it in her purse. They said their goodbyes and Glory stood
up and met her as she made her way to the exit.
“So, did everything go ok?” Glory asked nervously. She could tell,
however, by all the interest from the doctor as well as the look of
paleness and mild shock on Callie’s face that something definitely wasn’t
right.
“Yea,” Callie said passively as they stepped outside. Callie seemed…
distant…as though she was trying to sort out a million things in her head
at once.
Once inside the privacy of the car, Glory asked her straight out.
“Are you pregnant?”
Callie merely glanced at her with an expression of dread. Glory’s
expression became one of sympathy.
“Come here honey,” Glory said, and embraced her friend dearly. Callie
hugged her tightly because she really needed the support.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Callie whispered, her voice growing
thick with emotion.
“Are you going to tell Jimmy?’
“Well, yes…no. I mean…I want to tell him. He has the right to know. But
what if he starts to think I’m trying to trap him or something? I mean,
he didn’t ask for this Glory. He’s in college. He’s preparing himself
for a career and who am I to tell him ‘Hey, you have to put your career
on hold. You have a family to take care of.’
“Callie, you’re right, Jimmy does have the right to know. But you don’t
have to worry about anything. Jimmy is the most honorable guy I know,
and there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll step in and take his full
share of the responsibility without question.”
Sandy walked into the apartment. Bob had dropped her off at the door and
was waiting outside in his car. She needed to pick up her books and head
to the library to try to get some studying done with him. She walked to
her and Sydney’s room and turned the knob.
It was locked! She was about to knock when she became aware of a rhythmic
sound coming from one of the beds inside, coupled with periodic moans…
Sydney’s voice unmistakable…and heavy breathing.
‘Damn it Sydney!’ Sandy thought to herself in disgust. ‘Why can’t you
and Garrett do this somewhere else? I should have expected this, having
her as a room mate.’
She listened at the door for a few seconds, but immediately felt terrible
guilt for doing so and decided she might as well just leave. Maybe she
could find copies of the books she needed somewhere at the library. And
all the while, she’d totally forgotten that Sydney and Garrett weren’t
even a couple any more.
“This is crazy, Glory. I don’t feel like a mother” Callie exclaimed, and
was impacted at how strange the words ‘I’ and ‘mother’ sounded in the
same sentence as they emerged from her lips.
“Well maybe you’d better start,” Glory said, as sweetly and gently as
she could.
“Glory, I’ve never had a mother,” Callie argued, raising her voice a bit
as it began audibly trembling and breaking with emotion. “ I don’t know
what a mother’s supposed to do,” Upon saying that, her face immediately
contorted with pain as she tried to fight off the tears. But she lost
the battle within a few seconds. Growing up without a mother was
something much too painful and had been with her too long to suppress it,
in light of all this that was going on now. She buried her face in her
hands and began crying bitterly. Glory immediately took her in her arms
once again.
“Jimmy will be there for you, don’t worry,” Glory said. “You need support
right now, and he’ll give it to you. I know he will. Don’t cry, please?”
“I’m ok,” Callie said, coming back to her senses. “I’m just over-
reacting, I guess.”
“Yea, I mean…who knows? Jimmy may enjoy hearing about this. I mean, it
could bring you two so much closer together.”
Being able to bring out the animal in a man, to put him in this state,
made Sydney feel like a complete woman again. Oh how she’d missed this!
She felt ravenously beautiful, exotically sexy, and voraciously sensual.
Jimmy had let go of all his inhibitions and made it his goal to ultimately
satisfy all his lusts with her.
Sydney taught him things Callie hadn’t even considered, and probably
wouldn’t do anyway. She showed him just how inexperienced Callie was.
Sydney was highly energetic and kept right up with him at all times, very
involved with everything that was going on, and always hungry to do more.
She showed him just how…boring Callie was in bed. Being so inexperienced,
Callie would do little more than just lie there.
No wonder Garrett was always so overly confident in himself, always so
stuck up and conceited. Jimmy could understand how easily having this
every night could go to a guy’s head.
Finally, nearly half an hour after Jimmy felt he was totally spent,
Sydney decided she’d pleasured herself with him long enough and laid down
beside him. Both were very sweaty and out of breath. There were no
final embraces or kisses. There was no need to. This hadn’t been about
love or anything having to do with it. This had just been a long, drawn
out, self-indulgent session of raw sex.
“Not bad,” Sydney finally said between gasps for air, breaking the
silence. “You could use a little more practice, but I must admit I’m
pleasantly surprised.”
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” Jimmy said, breathlessly. “You were…gosh
you were fantastic.”
“I was?” Sydney asked, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him.
She smiled at him, seemingly mildly flattered. “Thanks.”
Jimmy closed his eyes again and rested.
“Don’t crash on me now. Garrett would usually be sound asleep at this
point. Gosh, that would always piss me off so much.”
Jimmy wordlessly opened his eyes again and looked at her. Sydney
straightened her elbow and lay back down.
“Just think about it Jimmy. Right now I’m more of a man than you are.”
“Sydney, what on earth are you talking about?” Jimmy asked, baffled by
such an observation.
“There’s more sperm in my body right now than yours,” she said, and began
laughing at the thought. Jimmy shook his head in embarrassment and
playfully hit her on the arm.
“You know,” Sydney said. “You’re only the second person I’ve ever had
sex with.”
“Really?” Jimmy said, opening his eyes a little wider and looking at her.
“Don’t sound so surprised!” Sydney said, raising her voice and sounding
a bit insulted.
“I’m not,” Jimmy said. “Do you know you’re only the second girl I’ve
had sex with?”
“I am?” Sydney asked, smiling again as if she were flattered. “Well
congratulations, Clayton.”
“Yea, congratulations.”
“Jimmy,” Sydney said, turning over on her side to face him and rubbing
her fingers over his chest. “You don’t think you and I could possibly
start seeing each other, do you? I mean, I think we may just have some
potential as a couple. I don’t know, maybe I’m starting to like you.”
“Sydney, I don’t really see that happening,” he said. “We did agree
that this wasn’t about love, didn’t we?”
“Yea, we did,” she said, looking past him and out into space dreamily.
“But you have to remember, you’re not married to Callie or anything. So
just don’t rule us out as a possibility just yet.”
Jimmy looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
“I mean, I really think you’ve got what it takes to help me forget about
Garrett once and for all,” Sydney said, moving closer so that the entire
length of her body was touching his. “And believe me Jimmy, I’d try my
hardest to make you forget about all Callie…on a nightly basis. You
won’t even have to worry about asking for it. I’ll be expecting it. And
besides, you know Callie can never do for you what I just did.”
“I don’t think so,” Jimmy said, moving away so that she was no longer
touching him. “I still want to try to make things work between us.”
“I understand Jimmy,” Sydney said, getting up and collecting her clothes.
“I wish you two the best of luck.”
“Thanks,” Jimmy said, but he felt so hollow inside. What a hypocrite he
was! He decided not to even think about it. He was too tired to think.
He got off the bed also, and began gathering his own clothing.
“But Jimmy,” Sydney said, fastening her bra and putting her hand on his
arm. “Do you think at least maybe we could do this again every so often?
I’d really like that, you know. You’d be doing me such a favor. I’d
definitely make it worth your while.”
“Sydney, I’m not going to lie,” he said. “I totally enjoyed this. I’m
so ashamed to admit it, but I did. But to me, this was just a one-time
thing. I mean, I never even planned on being unfaithful to Callie. So
I never gave a minute’s thought about what I would do if I were put in
a situation like you put me in. And now, look at me. Look at us! Good
lord, I can’t believe we did what we just did.”
“Oh, come on Jimmy,” Sydney said, pressing her body against his again and
putting her hand on his cheek. Her face was so close, her lips mere
inches away from his. She seemed as though she were about to kiss him,
but kept teasingly pulling back at the last instant. Looking at him with
very wide, innocent eyes, she spoke in a soft, pouting, cooing voice…
almost as if she were imitating baby talk. “Please? Don’t do this to
poor little Sydney. Just say you’ll make love to me again sometime soon.
You said you liked it. I can make you feel that way again, as often as
you want.”
“Sydney, stop it,” he said, pushing her away rudely and putting on his
underwear.
“Ok Clayton,” Sydney said, sounding hurt and insulted. “Be that way.
Just pray that Callie never finds out about this.”
Jimmy dropped his shirt immediately and lunged at her, grabbing her
shoulders in a painful clench.
“If you ever tell Callie about this,” he threatened, shaking her
forcibly. “So help me…”
“Jimmy,” Sydney said softly, looking at him with terrified eyes,
swallowing the frightened lump in her throat. “Please. God help me…
you’re hurting me!”
“I want to hear you say you’re not going to breath a word of this to a
living soul. Not Garrett, not Nancy, not anybody. Don’t even write
about this in your stupid diary. This never happened.”
“I won’t tell Jimmy,” she said, her wide eyes welling up with tears.
“Please, just let me go.”
Jimmy let her go, and immediately pulled her into his arms.
“God Sydney, I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice pleading. “Please forgive
me. I…don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“I understand Jimmy,” Sydney said, returning his embrace and running her
fingers through his hair. “That was such a stupid thing for me to say.
I’m so sorry for saying it. I swear I’ll never tell a soul.”
Sydney began kissing him lightly, and he began kissing her back. Their
embrace grew tighter, evolving into sensual rubbing; their kisses more
and more invigorated and passionate. Within seconds, Jimmy was lying on
the floor with Sydney on top of him. Both were ready to have sex again
right then and there.
Suddenly, hearing female voices outside the bedroom door made them
freeze. Both recognized them immediately as Callie and Glory.
“…I don’t know, I saw his bike parked outside,” they heard Callie say.
“Maybe he’s waiting in our bedroom,” Glory said.
“Quick, put on your clothes!” Sydney whispered desperately as she got
off him.
Sydney had never seen a guy put on clothes that quickly before. She
began trying to fix his hair by quickly rubbing her hands over it.
“I think they’re going to their room,” Jimmy whispered. “I’ll step
outside once they do.”
“Good thinking,” Sydney whispered, now putting on her own clothes at
light speed. Both listened intensely, trying to judge where in the dorm
the girls were. Finally they heard the voices grow distant and barely
audible. The coast was clear.
Jimmy was about to open the door and step out, but Sydney looked at him
with such sad, heart-wrenching longing in her eyes. She was dying for
just one last kiss, and he knew it. He paused for a second, looking at
her with an expression of conflict on his face. Then, deciding against
it, he moved toward the door again. Sydney pulled him back to her,
gazing into his eyes with even more sadness and desperation. Jimmy
paused again, and finally turned to face her. Her expression became one
of tenderness and gratitude as they embraced one last time.
Their open mouths met, and they kissed with a fervor and lust unequalled
by any amount of passion they’d shared between them the entire day.
Their arms firmly holding each other close, their hands rubbing each
other hungrily, their fingers digging into each other’s flesh eagerly.
All the exertion made both involuntarily emit short, sporadic moans as
their mouths remained clenched together, their tongues fervently
entwining and playing with each other, the action emitting wet, sucking
sounds of their own.
Finally, Jimmy knew he had to go immediately and pulled away. Not
wanting to stop, Sydney stood on her toes and kissed his lips once, and
then again before he finally turned away. She kept her hands on his
neck, then his shoulders, and then his back as he went to the door and
quietly opened it.
Stepping outside and seeing the coast was clear, Jimmy hurriedly tiptoed
to the bathroom. He opened the door for a second, and closed it.
Glory peeked out of their bedroom.
“Here he is Callie,” she said, smiling at him. Jimmy forced an innocent
smile back at her.
“Were you guys looking for me?” Jimmy asked, as he made his way back to
the main room and sat down on the couch.
Callie emerged from the bedroom, following Glory. Callie stood there
wordlessly, looking at Jimmy with a tenderness…and a knowingness. It
made him feel quite uneasy.
“What?” Jimmy asked with an innocent smile, shrugging his shoulders
nervously.
Glory silently looked at Jimmy, grinning, and then looked at Callie.
Sydney stepped out of her room.
“Are you guys finally back?” she asked.
“Hi Sydney,” Glory said. “Yea we’re back.”
Callie walked over to the couch and sat down beside him. She wrapped
him in her arms, rested her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes
peacefully. Being with him offered her a kind of reassurance…
completeness. She had an expression of angelic peace.
“I missed you Jimmy.”
“I missed you too, Walker Woman,” Jimmy said, putting his hand on the arm
she had across his chest and resting his head against hers.
Sydney stood motionless, her eyes fixated on the couple with a stony
coldness. Glory noticed this and thought it was quite unusual.
“Sydney, are you ok?” Glory asked.
“I’ve got PMS. Leave me alone,” Sydney said flatly, not taking her eyes
off the couple.
“Jimmy,” Callie said, lifting her head and looking at him questioningly.
“Why do you smell like Sydney?”
Jimmy’s eyes opened wide with surprise, not knowing what to say. He
hadn’t even taken a shower yet, and there was definitely more of Sydney
on him than just her scent.
“Oh, that must have been because I fell asleep on the couch this morning,”
Sydney interrupted, being a master of quick thinking.
“Yea, and I’ve been lying here watching TV forever waiting for you guys
to get back,” Jimmy said.
“Well I’m going to take a shower you guys,” Sydney said, as she hurriedly
made her way to the bathroom, not wanting to give anyone the opportunity
to smell the scent that was on her. “See ya.” Sydney looked over her
shoulder one last time and gave Jimmy a quick glance before she
disappeared.
“So what did you do in Newport?” Jimmy asked.
Callie looked at Glory, who was still standing there watching them, and
immediately got the hint that she wanted them left alone. Glory said
‘bye’ to them and went into her room.
“Well Jimmy,” Callie said reluctantly. Then she put her head back on his
shoulder and closed her eyes again. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Jimmy said passively.
“Please say it like you mean it,” Callie said.
“Oh I’m sorry Callie, I guess I’m just tired,” he said, and embraced her
back lovingly. “I love you, Walker Woman. I love you with all my
heart.”
Callie glowed with happiness as she sat there peacefully in his embrace.
She felt so at one with him, so completely integrated. There wasn’t any
other place in the world she wanted to be right then than in his arms.
“So what did you do?” Jimmy asked.
“Oh,” she said, raising her head off his chest and looking at him. “I
had to see a doctor.”
Jimmy suddenly backed up and looked at her with concern.
“Are you ok?” he asked with concern.
“Well…yes,” she said reluctantly, with some guilt.
“Then what is it? Why did you have to see a doctor?”
“Jimmy,” she said, putting her hand against his cheek lovingly. “I don’t
know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to tell you.”
Jimmy suddenly felt cold chills wash over him. He felt distant and
disassociated, as though he was watching this scene unfold on television.
“You’re going to be a father,” Callie finally said, looking into his eyes
with a mixture of tenderness and sadness.
Jimmy’s body suddenly quivered with shock and became rigid. He backed
away from her slowly, his eyes closed tightly, holding his hand up to
her as if to say ‘stop.’ Then he opened his eyes again and looked at
her with dead seriousness.
“Are you absolutely sure?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she said, not bothering to hide the pain his angry demeanor gave
her. “That’s what the doctor said.”
Jimmy suddenly rose up from the couch and turned his back on her.
“Damn it,” he said furiously. “Damn it!”
He doubled over as if some unseen force had punched him in the stomach.
His eyes were closed tightly, his teeth gritted together and exposed, his
fists clenched in rage. Then he stoop up straight again and looked up at
the ceiling.
“Damn it, Callie!!” he shouted.
Callie stood up, her hand over her mouth in shock and confusion over the
magnitude of his anger. Her eyes welled up with tears. She reached out
to him and put her hands on his shoulders, starving for any comfort or
solace from him. He quickly pulled away from her.
“Don’t touch me! I can’t stand it!” he shouted at her.
“Jimmy, it wasn’t my fault!” Callie pleaded, her voice trembling with
emotion. He turned and looked at her angrily, knowing he couldn’t argue
her point. Then he shut his eyes tightly and turned away from her again.
“I can’t even stand looking at you!”
“Jimmy, please,” she said, disregarding what he’d said and wrapping her
arms tightly around him from behind. “Please, just hold me.”
He effortlessly brushed her arms aside and stepped away from her. Then
he began furiously punching holes in the wall of their apartment, one
after the other, oblivious to the searing pain each blow caused him.
Callie looked at him with wide eyes, shocked at the intensity of his
anger. She unconsciously took a few steps back, becoming a little
concerned for her own safety. Jimmy turned to her again, holding his
hands up in question, unaware of the blood trickling from his knuckles.
“I can’t believe this! God, I cannot believe this!” he shouted again,
and headed to the door.
“Jimmy, wait! Please don’t go!” Callie begged, going after him. She put
her hands on his shoulders in a last desperate effort to get through to
him. As he opened the door, but he wordlessly pulled away from her and
slammed it.
Callie stood there in shock, wanting to cry but tears didn’t seem to be
enough. The only sounds she made were asthmatic-type gasps, as if she
were on the verge of hyperventilating.
Glory meekly stepped outside of her room and looked at Callie with wide
eyes.
“Are you ok?” she asked nervously.
Callie didn’t respond. She continued standing motionless, her hand over
her mouth, staring at the door in utter disbelief.
Sydney emerged from the bathroom wearing a towel, her hair wet and
dripping. She’d heard the yelling and stepped out of the shower to
investigate. She curiously examined the new holes in the wall.
“What the hell happened?” she asked, her eyes wide in question.
Glory merely looked at Sydney momentarily, then walked up to Callie who
still stood motionless like a statue.
“Here, sit down,” Glory said gently, leading Callie to the couch. She
obeyed silently.
“Can somebody tell me what’s going on?” Sydney demanded.
“They just had a fight,” Glory said, looking at Sydney as if her
questions were annoying. Sydney smiled to herself, thinking Jimmy wasn’t
wasting any time breaking up with Callie so he could be with her instead.
“What was it over?” Sydney asked Callie cautiously. “What did he tell
you?”
Callie wordlessly stared into space, the expression of shock still etched
on her face.
“Sydney,” Glory said, looking around nervously and feeling acutely
irritated that Sydney was being so inquiring, and that she had to find
out this way. In a desperate whisper, she said, “Callie just found out
she’s pregnant, and told Jimmy about it.”
Sydney’s eyes widened in horror almost in slow motion, and her mouth
almost hit the floor.
“You’re…pre…?” Sydney sputtered, not even able to say the word.
Callie’s eyes focused on Sydney and she nodded dreadfully. Sydney put
her hand over her mouth in utter shock, quietly whispering ‘oh…my…god’
over and over again. Her eyes were fixated on Callie in horror.
Everything was clear to her now…why Jimmy had gotten so mad…everything.
She shut her eyes tightly as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her body
convulsed, crying bitterly while desperately trying not to utter a sound,
stung by the magnitude of the misery she’d so selfishly inflicted on her
friends. And she knew this was just the tip of the iceberg…just a
watered-down preview of things to come once the whole truth got out.
Seeing Sydney, so apparently moved by her predicament, made Callie snap
out of her own daze. She got up from the couch and walked over to
Sydney and embraced her tightly. Sydney held her head down, unable to
even face her, and would not return Callie’s embrace. Glory joined them
in a group hug and tried to offer more comfort.
A few days later, Mila meets Nancy in their bedroom. It was early
evening and she was carrying some books for a test she had the following
morning. She sat down on her bed and began looking at one of them.
“Hey Mila,” Nancy said cheerfully, sitting on her own bed.
“Hey,” Mila replied, not looking up from the book she was studying.
“Are you busy?” Nancy asked.
“What’s it look like?” Mila replied.
“I mean, do you have any plans for tonight?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t be here studying.”
“So I guess you and I finally have the night to ourselves huh?” Nancy
asked.
“Looks that way,” Mila said, continuing her studying and becoming annoyed
with her interruptions.
“Mila, do you remember the slumber party?”
“Yes, I think so,” she said, looking aside for a second.
“It was a night full of discovery, wouldn’t you say?” Nancy asked
sarcastically. Mila put down her book and looked at her.
“Ok, who told you about me and Garrett?”
Nancy’s eyes widened with fake innocence.
“What? Something happened with you and Garrett that night?”
“Nancy, don’t be a bitch,” Mila said, picking her book back up. “And
don’t play mind-games with me, I really don’t have the time.”
“Mila, I’m not trying to be a bitch,” Nancy said, standing up and sitting
down on Mila’s bed beside her. She began massaging Mila’s shoulders
friendlily. “I really want us to get along. And I have the feeling you
and I are going to get along just fabulously.”
Mila was annoyed that Nancy was touching her, but said nothing about it.
“Yes, I want us to be friends too,” Mila said, flatly. Nancy turned to
look Mila in the face.
“Oh you do?” Nancy asked with a smile. “That’s what I want to hear.”
Mila patronized her by smiling back.
“About you and Garrett,” Nancy said. “Yes, I happen to know all about
the two of you, and what went on that night.”
“Well, yes, Garrett broke up with Sydney and the two of us got together
that night.”
“Are you guys happy together?” Nancy asked.
“Yes, we’re happy,” Mila said.
“Do you guys go out often?”
“Yes, we’ve been out almost every night since,” Mila said.
“Are you guys still screwing like a couple of animals?”
Mila put down her book and looked at Nancy angrily and with insult.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Nancy said, unshaken by Mila’s glaring eyes. “Do you
two still go at it like two dogs in heat, or was that just a special
occasion?”
“Get off my bed now,” Mila said, sternly.
“Fine,” Nancy said, and walked to the TV. She picked up the universal
remote and casually sat back down on her own bed.
Offended by Nancy’s nonchalance after flagrantly trying to start an
argument, Mila turned to Nancy and glared at her angrily.
“Listen to me Nancy, what goes on between me and Garrett is none of your
damn business! And it never will be.”
“Oh, isn’t it?” Nancy asked, eyes wide in sarcasm. “I think it’s very
much my business, Mila honey. I actually think it’s everyone’s
business.”
“What do you mean it’s your business?” Mila asked. “Garrett never had
anything to do with you, and never will.”
“You’re right Mila,” Nancy said, flipping channels on the muted TV.
“There was never anything between us and I suppose there never will be.
And, yes, I guess it does kind of hurt, too. But Mila, what goes on
between you two is very much my business.”
“How?” Mila demanded.
Nancy wordlessly hit ‘play’ on the VCR. Mila looked at the screen
questioningly, wondering why Nancy had just turned on a tape of an
obviously cheap porno movie. But suddenly she was dumbstruck when she
realized that was she with Garrett.
“Where…in the did you get that?!” Mila exclaimed, moving to
the edge of her bed in shock and disbelief.
“Well, I like making home movies, so…” Nancy said, grinning.
Mila immediately stood up and acted as though she were about to start a
physical confrontation with her.
“What do you think the Countess would think? If she saw this tape, I
mean?” Nancy said.
Mila stopped in her tracks, and laughed a laugh that dripped with
sarcasm.
“Ohhh, you wouldn’t dare,” Mila sneered between gritted teeth.
“You don’t think so?” Nancy said, looking at her with utter sincerity.
“You want to try me?”
Mila stood there and glared at her wordlessly.
“Sit down and watch this with me,” Nancy said, smiling victoriously.
“It’s pretty good. You should be proud.”
Mila stood motionless.
“I said sit down and watch,” Nancy ordered, looking at her with contempt.
Mila slowly and silently did so.
“No, don’t look at the floor, look at the TV.” Nancy said, smiling in
victory once again. “That’s better.”
Mila watched, feeling numb and as though in shock.
“Oh, I like this part that’s coming up!” Nancy said excitedly. “It’s
where you start screaming into the pillow…”
Mila could take no more. She jumped up, ejected the tape from the VCR,
and threw it against the wall with all her might. Then she stomped on
it until it was sufficiently smashed, and put the remains in her purse
for later burning.
“That’s good Mila, that’s real good,” Nancy said in mock disgust.
“If you think that’s good,” Mila said, angrily making her way to Nancy.
“Let’s see how far my foot will fit up your…”
Nancy held out a small piece of paper to Mila.
“See this?”
“What’s that?” Mila asked, leering at her angrily.
“It’s a receipt for the safe deposit box I got today at the bank,” Nancy
said, smiling in victory. “You think I’m dumb enough to show you the
original? I knew you’d probably just take it and smash it.”
“The original?” Mila asked, her heart sinking.
“Yea. What you saw was a copy. The original is in the safe deposit box.”
Mila grabbed the receipt from her hand and examined it and realized that
it was indeed for a safe deposit box that had been gotten earlier that
day.
“I’m going to take this and get that tape,” Mila said angrily, walking to
the door.
“You can’t,” Nancy said, and began laughing. “It’s in my name. You’d
have to show your ID to get into the box.”
Mila threw the receipt down and rushed Nancy. Grabbing her by the
shoulders and shaking her, she said, “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Go ahead Mila, beat me up. I’ll just make that many more copies.”
“And do what?” Mila asked, infuriated.
“Leave them all over campus, and all over town. And of course I’m sure
the Countess would love to have one.”
Mila became enraged and squeezed Nancy’s shoulders, itching to beat the
very life from her. Nancy braced herself, expecting the worst.
“I think you’d better get your hands off me,” Nancy said, her voice
shaking in fear and anger.
Mila fought against herself, trying to muster the courage to beat Nancy
senseless. Then slowly, she let Nancy go.
“Why are you doing this to me?!?” Mila shouted at the top of her lungs.
“Because I hate you!” Nancy hissed, standing up and glaring at her in
fury and talking through clenched teeth. “You’re a bitch and I hate you!
I’ve hated you since the day I saw you! Oh, I knew it was just a matter
of time before you ruined my life. I lost everything because of you!
I used to be the envy of every girl in Swans Crossing because I hung out
with Sydney. I was at the top of the world. Girls I didn’t even know
wanted to be my friend and wished they could be me. And you know why I
had that? Because I EARNED it through years and years of ass kissing!
Oh but I’m sure you can’t understand having go out and earn anything.
Everything in life is handed to you on a silver platter because you’re
so damn beautiful. You took away every bit of status I’d worked so long
and so hard to achieve when I was Sydney’s best friend. You’ve never
had to earn anything, and you’ve never had to face the fear of losing it!
Oh, but sister you’ll know what it’s like to lose. For the first time
in your blessed life you’ll know what it’s like to lose, so help me…”
Mila looked on in shock and surprise. Nancy’s anger made her momentarily
forget the situation she’d been put in.
“I handled it all quite well, thank you very much,” Nancy continued. “I
have tons of other friends now. Literally. They’re all fat and ugly,
losers no one in their right mind would want to be caught dead hanging
out with. Oh, but I do. They all like me a lot. I guess they think
being seen with me makes them look a lot better. But surprise, life just
doesn’t work that way. Being seen with them drags me down to their
level. And I have to be their friend; I have to be seen with them,
because no one with any kind of social status would be caught dead being
seen in public with me, thanks to you.
“Oh yes honey, I handled it all quite well. That is, until the night of
the slumber party. To top off all you’ve done to me, you rubbed my nose
in the fact that you’re way, way more beautiful than I am, and better
than me in every respect. Not only did you do that, but you did it in
front of the only friends with status I have left who will even speak to
me behind closed doors. If I meant little to them before, I mean nothing
to them now. Oh, they’re still nice to me and all. They have to be
because we still live together!
“You’ve not only destroyed my life, but you’ve destroyed Sydney’s too.
Sydney gave me up as her best friend because of you. She did that so she
could keep an eye on you and try to keep you away from Garrett. But she
did grow to like you as a best friend. I could see it in her. And you
became aquatinted with every other girl of status in Swans Crossing
because of her, and now they’re all your friends too. For all that would
have been handed to you anyway, Sydney made it twice as easy for you
because she had all the connections! How DARE you sleep with the only
man on this earth that she ever loved! Why didn’t you just put a knife
in her heart!”
“Is…Sydney in on this too?” Mila asked timidly.
“Oh I wish she were. I’d LOVE to see the look on her face if I told
her. She’d jump for JOY knowing she had the power to stick it to you and
Garrett at the same time. But I can’t tell her. There’s no way she would
approve of what I have in store for you.”
‘Oh my god,’ Mila thought to herself. Then she spoke, her voice timid,
low, and fearful. “W-what are you going to do?”
“All you have to do is perform a few little tasks for me, that’s all I
ask,” Nancy said passively. Then, speaking slowly and emphasizing each
word, she sneered. “And then you can have the tape and shove it up that
big, round, perfect ass of yours for all I care!”
“Well, what is it? What do you want me to do?” Mila asked, growing more
and more nervous. “Do you want an apology from me? Fine! I’m sorry!
I’m sorry I ever came to Swans Crossing! I’m sorry I ever met you and
Sydney and Garrett and everyone else here. I didn’t even want to come
in the first place, but Mama made me! I could probably go back to France
if I had to. Is that what you want, for me to leave? Mama wouldn’t like
it, but I’m sure I could convince her to at least send me to school there
if I begged hard enough.”
“Send you to France where Garrett will probably be next summer? Oh Mila,
how convenient…”
“Ok fine!” Mila said, beginning to sound desperate. “I’ll go to London
or something. I’ll break up with Garrett.”
“Oh no Mila,” Nancy said in mock sympathy. “You’d still be getting off
way too easily. Vacationing in London and breaking off a relationship
with a guy who only likes you for one thing anyway? Oh no, no, no, I’m
sorry but you’d be getting off WAY too easily. Maybe you could think of
something else?”
“I can take you on as my best friend! I’d go everywhere with you and try
to be seen with you by as many people as possible. We really could be
friends Nancy. I don’t know if you know it or not, but I’ve always liked
you a lot.”
“Do you think, for one instant, that I’d want a bitch like you tagging
along with me everywhere I go? Oh gosh, you are so dreaming! You are
the scum of the earth and I’d rather be seen friendless and penniless
before I’d want to set one foot in pubic with you.”
“Well, what is it that you want me to do then? What more can I do? What
more can I say? What more can you do to me that you haven’t already
threatened to do?”
“Oh, it’s not a big thing,” Nancy replied, sounding victorious and
smiling confidently. “Who knows, a slut like you might even enjoy it.”
“What is it?” Mila demanded, raising her voice. “What do I have to do
to get this over with?”
“Have sex with Neil and Owen,” Nancy said, with a slight smile, looking
Mila dead in the eye.
Mila stood silent, utterly shocked and speechless.
“Oh, you don’t have to, Mila. I’m not forcing you to do anything. I’m
actually being very democratic about this. You can either have sex with
Neil and Owen, or I can simply distribute copies of this tape all over
campus. Every one of those thousands of guys who kiss the very cement
you walk on can witness what it’s like to see the hottest girl on campus
in all her bare glory. And I’m sure they won’t mind the added bonuses
of seeing her deflowered and having the daylights banged out of her at
the same time. I’m sure it would be an interesting topic of discussion
for quite some time.”
“You…can’t…be…serious,” Mila said between gritted teeth, her eyes welling
up with tears of anger.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Nancy asked, looking her square in the eye.
“Of all the things…I’d never have thought you could be this evil.”
“You brought this all on yourself, honey,” Nancy said.
“WHY…do you want me to do THAT?”
“Simply because nothing could possibly be more humiliating to a woman as
proud of herself as you are than getting banged by a couple of total
losers.”
“Nancy, this is…crazy,” Mila said.
“Crazy…nothing to lose…what’s the difference?” Nancy said. “All you have
to do is have sex with them, I give you the tape, and we can forget this
whole mess ever happened.”
Mila stood there in a daze; her head seemed to spin with confusion and
uncertainty.
“You’re my little bitch now,” Nancy said, and putting her arms around
Mila and holding her tightly. “I own you.”
Then, unexpectedly, Nancy kissed Mila’s lips with raw passion, forcing
her tongue deeply into her mouth. Mila jumped a little, startled, and
began to resist. But realized she it true, Nancy did own her. Mila was
powerless to do anything but let Nancy have her way with her as she
pressed her body directly onto hers, and felt her up without restriction.
Nancy then locked the door, pushed Mila on her own bed, and got on top of
her.
“Nancy, stop it!” Mila yelled, deciding nothing was worth this. She
pushed Nancy off. She fell on the floor. Mila was immediately on top
of her, grabbing Nancy by the hair and slapping her face repeatedly with
all her strength. Nancy put up little resistance, as Mila was bigger and
stronger than her.
“You’re going to get that tape for me right now, or I’m going to beat it
out of you!” Mila threatened.
“Go to hell!” Nancy yelled, looking at her with anger and disgust as she
rubbed her stinging cheeks.
Mila lifted her up by the hair until she was standing. Then Mila
backhanded her with all her might, putting all her weight into it. Nancy
went backwards, tripping over her own bed, noisily landing on the floor
on the other side.
“You’ve crossed the line with me, honey!” Mila said, walking over to her.
Nancy unexpectedly kicked Mila in the knee, a painful blow that made her
legs buckle. She fell down as Nancy jumped onto her. She grabbed Mila’s
hair and began literally banging her head against the floor.
In a daze, her vision blurred, Mila desperately slapped at Nancy’s head.
She landed a few good blows and Nancy fell back. Mila lunged at her and
pinned her shoulders to the floor with her knees. She began punching
Nancy’s head with all her might. After a few blows, Nancy’s eyes began
rolling back in her head. She was unconscious!
Mila groggily stood up, trying to retain her balance from her spinning
head. She could hear the other girls loudly knocking on the door,
wanting to know what was going on. She ignored them, reaching for her
purse instead. She pulled out her cell phone and called the operator,
who connected her with the police.
“Hello? Officer Moore?” Mila said. “My name is Mila Rosnovsky and I’m
located at the top floor of the women’s dorm at SCU. I’d like to report
someone trying to blackmail and assault me. Her name is Nancy Robbins.”
--End of Part 1--
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