by Bella Grant
“It’s been a while since I got laid,” she murmured. I didn’t bother to tell her I’d heard a couple guys talking about taking turns with her at a frat party, passing her around like money exchanged from one hand to the other. Still, that wasn’t the reason I didn’t want her now. If I didn’t have Deb on my mind, whether she’d been with a dozen guys or fifty wouldn’t have made a difference to me. I would have still had her on her knees on the bed, grinding into her. I wasn’t trying to date her, after all, just getting both of us off. But I couldn’t now, as concerned as I was about Debra and the impression she had left here with.
“I can’t do this with you, Roz,” I told her. “You know you’re hot but my mind is elsewhere.”
With a deft flick of her wrist, the zipper at the back of her skirt eased down and the little skirt she wore fell to her feet. Fuck, no underwear. Her bare pussy stared me in the face and I paused for a second, remembering how good it had felt to slide my cock inside her. Not the best, but good enough. We’d definitely had some good times.
But that was weeks ago, I mused. I didn’t need this right now.
“I’ll give you a BJ,” she suggested, stepping out of her skirt and walking over to me. She cupped my flaccid dick through the thin layer of my shorts.
“Roz, read my lips,” I growled at her, removing her hand from my private parts. “What you and I had was just sex and I’m over it. I have been over it for three weeks now. Stop throwing yourself at me. Find somebody who can appreciate you. Now please go.”
Her eyes flashed blue steel and she jerked away from me. “How dare you treat me this way?” she demanded. “You lowlife jerk! I love you and you just fuck me and leave me.”
Fat tears rolled down her cheeks but I wasn’t disturbed by them. I knew an act when I saw one, and given that her major was Theatre Arts, she put on a very damn good one.
“With a little more effort, you’ll make the Oscars,” I said, a little irritated now at the unnecessary drama. “You can cut the act, Rozanne. I know you haven’t been pining for me these three weeks. I know of at least two guys you’ve slept with recently, so get dressed and leave.”
Her sobs stopped. “I only did it because you stopped fucking me! I’m not leaving until you make love to me. At least one last time.”
I rolled my eyes at her when she threw herself onto my bed, widening her legs.
“Suit yourself,” I announced, going over to my closet. Nobody could fault me if I’d picked her up and dumped her half-naked ass into the hall. I’d asked her twice already to leave and she insisted in staying, lying on my sheets with her legs spread and touching herself like she thought it would get me to change my mind.
I selected a random shirt from the closet and dragged it over my head. Although it was a bit cold out today, I couldn’t pause to put on anything warmer than the shorts I already had on. I jammed my feet into a pair of Jordan’s and grabbed my car keys, just to be on the safe side. She could trash everything else in the room if she had a mind to. Maybe she should. Get it out of her system and leave me alone.
“Where are you going?” she asked in disbelief, sitting up on the bed. Now, I’ll have to change the sheets and do another bout of laundry before I leave with Debra tomorrow. It might be a tad foolish, but there was a difference in having a girl over and having sex with her on your bed and her coming over uninvited, trying to initiate something you weren’t interested in.
“Out. Shut the lights off when you leave. And I must warn you, if you’re not gone by the time I get back, I will throw you out, Roz.”
I pulled the door shut on her look of disbelief. I wouldn’t put it past her to find a random dude to fuck on my bed just because. Damn. I really needed to do something about sex with all these random girls. Not only was it becoming distasteful after the act, but it was losing its appeal too. By my standards, I shouldn’t have walked out on Roz. I should have smashed her real good until she left with a stupid grin on her face.
But I had only one girl on my mind. Debra. What was I going to do with her? She didn’t necessarily act like she was into me, more like a girl who didn’t have a choice about much and so she accepted my offers of help. Maybe I should leave her alone. For all I knew, she already had a boyfriend. Probably back in her hometown, too. Why else was she so eager to return home for Christmas? Who took a two-day break to drive five hours to a place and five hours back?
The thought of her with another guy made me sick. Why hadn’t I felt the same when I’d learned Rozanne had been sleeping around? I’d known this girl for one week. The effect she had on me was too profound. I needed a distraction.
No way would I drive the five hours from Denver and back. When I got back to my dorm room, I would see what I could get by way of a plane ride. Maybe one of my dad’s jet was available. Now that would be something. Even though I didn’t like the idea that my wealth would get her more interested in me, I wasn’t above using it to impress her.
“Hey, Luke, what ya doing out here?” Kevin asked when I walked into the lounge where a few guys were gathered around the Foosball table. Tomorrow, they’d head for Aspen and I had planned to head that way too until the new semester began. But now I’d inform him of my change of plans.
“I need an excuse to use the lounge?” I shot back at him.
He grinned at me, leaving the Foosball table to sit on a bean bag close to the chair I slumped in.
“You do when you got a hot thang like Rozanne visiting you,” he quipped. “Or wasn’t it you she visited this time? I saw her head upstairs and I know the other bloke on this dorm she usually fools around has already left campus.”
“She’s in my room all right, but I’m no longer interested. I haven’t been for weeks but can’t seem to get her to accept that.”
“You always go overboard, spending too much on these chicks, that’s why,” Kevin stated. “They get hooked on the G’s and you can’t shake ʼem.”
“Well, damn, I’d give her five grand just to leave me alone,” I mumbled, making him laugh.
“What about the party tonight at the club? You still down for that?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
“Great. I heard the colleges all around will be representing, so you know what that means? More babes. That wait to go to Aspen will pay off when I’m cushioned in heaving bosoms.”
I couldn’t help laughing at Kevin.
“I’m heading out town with a friend and won’t make it to Aspen,” I remarked.
“What friend?”
“A girl I met.”
“Aha. There goes the mystery of why you no longer want Rozanne.”
I shook my head. “I stopped sleeping with Rozanne before that.”
“Okay, so who’s this chick? The girl you’ve been running out on us with to drop at work?”
“Yeah, but for now, I can’t say who she is. I’m still not able to read her.”
“Sounds like you’re falling, my man. At least smitten”
“Maybe smitten but definitely not falling,” I murmured. “You know my stance on women. They only stick around until they find something they think is better.”
Kevin observed me in wonder. “That view’s so screwed up, man. I mean yes, that does happen, but I could point out several women who stuck around. Look at Andrew and Cammy.”
I dismissed that example. Andrew was our next close friend. All three of us had been in the same private high school along with his girlfriend Cameron. They had been together since Sophomore at high school, and Andrew had copped out of attending Regis with us to be in the same university with Cameron. They were my two best friends, closer than my own family. I had a flock of followers and guys I hung out with, but Kevin was the one who knew the real me.
“Say, maybe I can help you with your situation with Rozanne,” he announced with a wink. “You know sometimes, a girl needs to get under another man to get over one.”
I spread my arms wide open in an invitation. “Be my guest. Just take her bac
k to your room. We’re close but not close enough to fuck chicks on the same bed.”
He sprang up off the bean chair. “No problem, dude. For all I know, she might say no anyway.”
“I doubt it.”
An hour later, when Rozanne walked by the lounge with a big grin on her face, I sighed with relief. Thank you, Kevin.
Debra
“Come on, Deb. It will be major fun. Besides, you already got dressed up anyway.”
“In your clothes!” I shot back at my roommate, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror in the room. I didn’t know how I’d allowed Ruby to convince me that going to the club for the last college party of the semester was a good idea. I’d never been to a party before.
“You’ve not done anything fun since we’ve roomed together,” she had said earlier in her nasal voice. “You deserve it, probably more than any of us. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you coming in from the library before daybreak.”
“I thought that’s what we were here for,” I’d argued. “At the end of the day, what matters won’t be how many nights you came home drunk or how many parties you’ve been to. It will be about your academic achievements.”
“Wrong! Don’t you know anything about socialization and building contacts? You could be educated all you want, but without the right contacts, it may not make a difference. Many of the kids here have wealthy parents who own businesses. That’s as good a way to establish contacts if there ever was one.”
Still vulnerable and smarting from the blonde entering Lucas’ room like she was entitled to him, I’d talked myself into saying yes, I’d go with Ruby. Because she was under twenty-one, she’d not been to many clubs but she was determined to get in tonight and had the fake ID to make sure that happened.
Standing before the mirror, I stared, barely recognizing myself. This was all Ruby’s doing after she’d decided nothing I had in my closet was suitable for the nightclub. I was uncomfortable in the dress she’d insisted was perfect for my figure. She was about two inches taller than I was so I was surprised the dress ended mid-thigh. I dared not think about what it would have looked like on her. She’d assured me the dress was brand new and I could keep it. As a Christmas gift, she said.
The red dress clung to my shape and I swore I’d never noticed the generous curve of my hips before. The bodycon sweater material had a turtleneck which should have given me a demure look, but the clinginess of the material outlining the fullness of my round breasts, the flatness of my belly, and the flare of my hips made me seductive in appearance. The sleeves were long, down to my wrists, but the back had the stunning effect of a lace-caged look which left most of my back to my slim waist bare.
I knew nothing about flat irons and curlers, but Ruby had also used her flat iron to create loose curls about my face and down my back. She’d known what to do to create volumes and make the waves look fuller. After much useless protest on my part, I’d conceded to the barest of makeup—smoky eyes and red lipstick. At least the black suede booties with the stiletto heels I wore were all mine, bought on sale at Charlotte Russe over the summer. I’d paid twenty-five dollars for the pair at sixty percent off. They had been my guilty secret pleasure—my love for shoes—but I never had enough to own more than a few pairs at a time.
“You look great.” Ruby grinned at me and grabbed my boobs without warning. I jumped back, having not expected the unusual contact. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a virgin.” My roommate giggled. “I’m not gay or anything, but your boobs look great in that dress.”
She was dressed in a tight black bodycon jump suit that showed a bit of her extra fat but she didn’t care. She wasn’t looking to hook up tonight, or so she claimed, stating she was going home to see her boyfriend tomorrow. It seemed those persons who had stayed back on campus had done so for the sake of this event.
I took in a sharp breath. He would be there. What would he say when he saw me? Would he be pleased or think me pathetic for acting as something I wasn’t?
“I’d give my dad a heart attack if he saw me,” I mumbled. My dad didn’t know much about girly activities and in the parenting game alone, he’d tried his best but a lot had missed me because of his lack of knowledge. Most of what I needed to know I learned from Sex Ed class, and when I’d gotten my first period, I’d used my allowance to get myself pads and later, tampons. We never talked about any of those things. Except the one time he’d tried talking to me about sex and only ended up making us both very uncomfortable. I didn’t even think he explained it right.
If my dad had a girlfriend, he never let on. I highly doubted it. I didn’t care to think of how he took care of things, but given how badly he’d been burnt by my mother, he’d closed off his heart to all women.
“Okay, let’s go,” Ruby announced and I walked reluctantly out the room behind her. We loaded quickly into her Sedan out of the cold night air which hinted at possible snow as early as tomorrow. I hoped it would hold out until Lucas and I got to Pagosa Springs. Driving in snow would make the trip even longer, and five hours were long enough.
The streets of Denver had long since started showing the signs of Christmas approaching as early as late October. Houses, trees, and businesses were awash with colored and musical lights. Larimer Square had thousands of white lights running in the air above the streets. It was all spectacular, nothing at all like Pagosa Springs where people were more prone to decorating their homes and sometimes their businesses, but nothing so extravagant.
Too soon, Ruby parked at the hot club Bullseye she had been going on and on about for the past couple days. I’d not paid her any mind since I never thought I would be roped into going with her. A long line was outside that we had to join and I could have cussed. We’d both left our coats because Ruby insisted a woman had to endure discomfort sometimes to look sexy. Now, I wished I’d never caved in. I was cold and shivering. Why had I become such a pansy?
But even as I complained in my head about what I was doing there, I was breathless, thinking about running into Lucas. I wanted him to see me like this, all dressed up and not wearing the second-hand and on-sale jeans and t-shirt I usually dressed in on campus.
We held bated breaths as we were next in line to enter after standing for some fifteen minutes. We held out or IDs but they weren’t looked at. Rather, we were looked over appreciatively before being allowed to enter.
Loud music blasted us as we walked into the club. I looked around me in amazement. This was my first time at a club. The most defining feature for me was the crush of people on the dance floor, ultra violet lights and strobe lights picking up the movements of their bodies. Above us were two decks as packed with gyrating bodies. The booths were almost all full, liquor being passed around, guzzled, and drizzled into open mouths while bodies danced against bodies. Half-naked dancing girls were mounted on the stage where the resident DJ played music, gyrating, shaking their asses, and being provocative.
The majority were college kids, although I did spot some older-looking creepy men hanging around.
“I love this song!” Ruby shouted and it showed because she was already rolling her hips. “I’m going to get my dance on. If you wanna go home at any point, let me know. If you can’t find me, send me a text. My phone’s in my bosom so I can’t miss it vibrating.”
“You’re leaving me alone?” I asked in panic.
“Do you want to dance then?” she yelled at me to be heard above the music.
“I’ll pass!” I shouted back. “I guess I’ll just go to the bar.”
“Good idea. You don’t look like a heavy drinker so stick to Margarita. You’ll like it and it’s expensive here, so don’t buy more than that initial drink at the bar. Let the guys buy you a drink but never drink anything that you didn’t see being opened. Got it?”
Before I could say ‘got it,’ she was gone. I watched her for a few minutes from where I stood. A random guy, tall and good-looking, whispered into her ear and she nodded before the guy took her
by the waist and they started dancing together. So much for not hooking up with someone tonight.
Warily, I made my way over to the bar which was less busy. I tried not to appear too gauche when heads turned to watch me walk. I wasn’t used to so much attention, and my first instinct was to duck behind something and cover myself. But for once, I experienced something new. Although this wasn’t my sort of preferred activity and I strongly doubted I would be back, I was already here and might as well make the most of the opportunity. I would at least be able to say I knew what the experience was all about.
I sat on a bar stool, sandwiched between an older man in his forties chatting up a girl who was around my age and another guy to my right. The older man and the girl didn’t notice as I slid on the stool but the guy on my right did. I vaguely recognized his face from college and was trying to remember if I’d seen him hanging out with Lucas before. I wasn’t sure so I just gave him a small, nervous smile and turned to the bartender who was busy serving other customers. Three bartenders held down the fort. A woman dressed in a red V-neck hooded Christmas costume, a red wrap-around top with halter and back ties and matching shorts with a black belt. The two men wore red shirts, green ties, and black jeans. The bar area was decorated with soft, greenish lights. In keeping with the Christmas season, I supposed.
I was hopeless at ordering a drink. The bartenders were so busy and I didn’t dare shout to one to get me a drink. So I sat there like a fool, waiting for the pressure to lighten, but it didn’t seem about to anytime soon.
“Hey, Cody, serve this beautiful girl a drink, will ya!” the guy I recognized from college shouted at one of the bartenders. He looked at me as he said it and I blushed.
Cody, a redhead guy who didn’t look much older than me, stopped where I was.