by Lexi Archer
It wasn’t the best plan in the world, certainly no better than going out last night on the off chance that I might see something happening, but it was the best I had on short notice.
“I don’t treat people like that! And I’m not telling you anything,” she said.
I stood and made my way across the room. Angela blinked in surprise and leaned back in her chair. I almost wanted to laugh. Did she really think I was going to threaten her or something like that? Or maybe it was just that she was so unused to people moving into her personal space that me moving closer to her was causing some consternation. She was certainly breathing heavily, and I suddenly found myself noticing that her T-shirt was pretty damn thin and I could see what looked like nipples pressing out from the gentle curve of her tits and what the hell was I thinking?
I looked up to her face and schooled own face to a passive expression. What the hell? Was I so turned on, so fucked up from what I’d seen Reese doing last night that I was looking at Angela of all things? Sure she looked a little different, and then it hit me. The other thing I’d noticed when she opened the door but I’d been too distracted thinking about Reese to really notice it.
Angela usually wore loose-fitting shirts when she was around the dorm, but today she was wearing a tight T-shirt, sporting the logo of my favorite FPS I might add, that showed off some of her assets. Assets that I’d never stopped to appreciate because, again, baggy shirts coupled with the sort of prickly personality that made me think she hated me had always kept me from doing a serious inspection when I was in their room.
I was inspecting now, though, and I have to say I was pleasantly surprised by what I was seeing. Pleasantly surprised to the point that I was also mildly horrified that I was thinking thoughts about Angela of all people. I forced myself to put a stop to those thoughts. I was pumping her for information. Nothing more. Just because she changed the way she dressed didn’t mean I suddenly had the hots for her. I was just suffering from some residual arousal from all the fucked up stuff I’d seen recently.
I sighed. “I know she was out with Aiden last night.”
“You do?” she said, and then her eyes went wide and she went tight-lipped. The look of surprise quickly turned to a look of annoyance as the familiar scowl I knew and loved returned to her face. I’d gotten her to give something up, and she wasn’t happy about it.
I figured there was nothing for it but to give up the game. To Angela, at least. I’m not sure why I decided to show my hand to her. Maybe it was because I needed someone to talk to about all this bullshit and she was the only person other than me and Reese, and Aiden I suppose, who was in the know. Maybe it was just that I didn’t think she would tell Reese anything anyways. It’s not like they were the best of friends having pillow fights and staying up late talking about their boyfriends or anything like that.
Well, talking about Reese’s boyfriend. Angela didn’t date, as far as I knew, which was a pity considering what she was hiding…
Damn it. There I went again. I really needed to stop projecting my sexual frustration regarding my girlfriend onto her poor roommate just because she happened to look good in a tight fitting T-shirt from my favorite game!
I pulled my phone out and swiped it. Pulled up the gallery of the pictures I’d taken the night before. I turned it around so Angela could get a good look. The scowl left her face to be replaced by surprise once more, though I figured it was only a matter of time before the scowl came back. Anger seemed to be the only emotion Angela was capable of expressing towards me.
Her reaction was the last thing I expected, though. She started shaking her head and giggling. A smile came to her face. A smile! And I’m not talking the kind of smile I’d seen when she was telling me that my girl had been stepping out on me. No, this seemed like a genuinely amused smile.
Or maybe it was just that the schadenfreude in that smile was being directed at my girlfriend and not directly at me. Maybe it didn’t seem quite as nasty when the nastiness was only hitting me in a bank shot.
“You actually did it,” she said.
I blinked. “Did what?”
For another surprise Angela reached up and patted me on the cheek. “I wasn’t sure if you’d catch the hint last weekend. You’re pretty but damn can you be dumb.”
I blinked again. Pretty but dumb? Who the hell was this pod person and what had she done with the Angela who hated me so much?
“So you expected me to go out and spy on her?”
“I expected you to do something,” she said. “Now what are you going to do about it?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. How late was she out last night?”
“She got back here around midnight.”
I did some quick math in my head. Around midnight. Figure about a twenty minute walk from the pizza place back to the dorms and that meant there was a good half hour last night that was completely unaccounted for from the moment I did my dash down the alley to the time they would have to leave for the dorms if he was walking her.
Then again he was a delivery driver. It’s entirely possible he could’ve just drove over to her dorm when they were done doing whatever it was they were doing. There were just too many unanswered questions. Too many things I needed to find out, and it was getting to the point where I was just going to have to come out and ask Reese what the hell was going on.
I’d spied on her. I’d asked Angela what she knew. I’d exhausted every resource. It was down to communication.
As if on cue the bathroom door opened and Reese breezed back into the room where she stopped and looked between the two of us in surprise. I quickly locked my phone screen and put it back in my pocket. I didn’t want her seeing the picture just yet. Even if Angela and I did seem to have a sort of fucked up truce going on I didn’t want to risk an argument over the whole Aiden thing in front of her.
“Did hell freeze over or something?” Reese asked.
“I was just showing Angela a funny video from Sakura no Bouken,” I said.
“What the hell was that? Chinese or something?”
“What the hell? You know what that game is?”
I turned and grinned at Angela. Oh yeah, she wasn’t the only one who had a bit of gamer knowledge in the room even if I did like to think of myself as something of a gamer day walker, able to pass for normal and walk amongst people without giving myself away.
“Yes, I know what you’re up to on that computer you perv,” I said.
I figured that might bring back the scowl, but if anything she looked thoughtful and then grinned. That grin quickly turned to a giggle which was definitely out of character. When I turned back to Reese she was staring at the two of us as though we’d both grown separate heads.
“Whatever. I guess I don’t know anything about the way the world works,” she said. “I’m going to be ready in a minute.”
Reese turned and headed back into the bathroom, but she left the door open this time. Steam billowed into the room from the shower and I could hear the sound of her hair dryer starting up. I figured that meant it was safe to talk for just a little bit. I turned back to Angela and saw that she’d turned bright red.
“You could’ve warned me that you knew what I was playing,” she said.
“Are you kidding? I figured you needed the outlet all things considered. Still, playing the most notorious X-rated game of the moment from Japan right out where anyone can see you? Did you think no one would notice?”
“You’re the only one other than Reese who’s ever in here to notice,” she grumbled, crossing her arms under her chest which served to draw my attention there. I forced myself to move that attention up to her eyes though. “Like you said, it’s not like I have another outlet.”
Weird. I was actually finding myself feeling sorry for Angela. Just a little. If she’d just dress in some more regular clothes and maybe go out from time to time she might actually have a good chance of having some fun. Of having a real social life. Not that it was my problem to
figure out.
No, I had plenty of problems of my own. Like how the hell I was going to figure out what Reese had done that night before. Like whether or not I was going to break up with her when I discovered the truth or have some of the most mind blowing sex of my life because I was still feeling so fucking turned on thinking of her with another man.
“So are you going to ask her about last night?” Angela asked.
“You bet you ass I am,” I said, never stopping to think how odd it was that we’d gone from scowling at each other and seemingly being each other’s worst enemy to talking about a problem that I couldn’t discuss with anyone else.
Not that I was going to discuss everything with her. I had no plans to talk with her about how this was turning me on. That was still too shameful. Almost as shameful as Angela’s choice in dirty video games to pass the time. Not that I could judge her too much on that score since I’d at least heard of the game even if I’d never played it. I knew it solely on reputation.
Reese stepped back out of the bathroom and she was looking amazing. She’d put on a bright green tank top and a pair of yoga pants below that showed off everything. She always filled out whatever she was wearing quite nicely, but she’d really overdone herself in this case. I found myself wanting to throw her down on her bed and take her right there, and I suddenly didn’t care if Angela was there watching. Hadn’t she said I was pretty but dumb? Hell, she might even enjoy the show considering her main outlet for that sort of thing right now appeared to be a video game.
“You ready?” Reese asked with a smile, though she was still looking between me and Angela as though she was unsure what this sudden development meant. Hell, I wasn’t sure what it meant and I was the one standing here talking to my former nemesis.
It was such a simple question. Was I ready? I knew she was asking if I was ready to go, but the question seemed to mean so much more. Was I ready to tell her everything I knew? Was I ready to risk our relationship by revealing I knew what she’d been doing with Aiden? Was I ready to risk our relationship by revealing that I was so fucking turned on by what she’d been doing with Aiden?
I just didn’t know, but I was about to find out. I took a deep breath.
“Yup. I’m ready. Let’s go!”
7
More Hints
I was so nervous on the walk back to my dorm room. I hated that I was feeling this way. I shouldn’t be the nervous one. I shouldn’t be the one who was jumping every time Reese said something. She should’ve been the one with the guilty conscience. She should’ve been the one who was looking at me and wondering if I was going to figure everything out. She should’ve been the one who was fighting the urge to open her mouth and blab everything.
And here I was with my palms shaking trying to keep it under control. I wasn’t even sure if my palms were shaking because I was so pissed off or because I was so turned on. Either way I was the one who was the confused and fucked up jumble of emotions and meanwhile Reese was walking along next to me without a care in the world as though everything was sunshine and rainbows and she hadn’t been out showing off her tits to another guy in an alley behind a dingy campus pizza joint the night before then doing God knows what else later after I couldn’t be there to witness what was going on.
“So did you miss me last night?” she asked.
Damn it. Why did she have to bring up last night? That was the last thing I wanted to talk about considering the only thing I wanted to do was blurt out that I knew what she’d been doing, but that wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have when we were walking through campus. There were too many people around, and I had a feeling that was the sort of conversation that had the potential to get really damn heated pretty damn fast.
No, better to wait until we were back in the safety of my dorm room. I was going to have to play it cool until then. I hated having to play it cool. I hated that my cock was rock hard and throbbing as I ran through what I’d seen last night over and over again. My cock had been rock hard for hours, it seemed, and going to sleep had been no relief. No, I woke up the next morning with the biggest and most obvious case of morning wood I’d ever dealt with, and I couldn’t even jerk off because there was a masochistic side of me that didn’t want to potentially waste all of this pent up sexual energy if it turned out that my big reveal went really really well instead of sending our relationship into the shitter.
“Yeah, it was okay I guess,” I said. “Just played some video games and enjoyed my pizza.”
That pizza had tasted like ash in my mouth. I ate it anyways. Free pizza is free pizza and I’d probably at least consider enjoying a slice even if Hitler was the one offering it to me, but with every bite it reminded me that it was made in the place that seemed to be the epicenter of my girlfriend’s infidelity.
“I’ll never understand your obsession with those video games,” Reese said. “Why don’t you go out to a party or something? Have a good time?”
“Oh you know. It’s the one night of the week that I get to enjoy them. Besides, a party wouldn’t be any fun without you babe. You don’t want some hot chick swooping in and sweeping me off my feet or anything like that,” I said. Then I decided to twist the knife just a little. I reached out and grabbed her hand. Started stroking it with my thumb. “You know our bond is sacred, you’d never violate it, I’d never violate it.”
Reese smiled a sickly smile and pulled her hand away, but she didn’t give anything away. Apparently that old song about cheating hearts wasn’t exactly true, because she didn’t seem to have any trouble keeping quiet about her little indiscretion the night before, whatever the hell it was. I was still kicking myself for leaving before I could really find out what was going on.
“You’re just like Angela sometimes,” she said. “She always seems to be playing those games. She should get out more too.”
I rolled my eyes. “Please don’t compare me to that shut-in. At least I get out and enjoy life from time to time.”
“You sure about that? It seemed like the two of you were the best of friends back there while I was taking a shower.”
I pursed my lips but didn’t respond. What was there to say? That we’d bonded, but we were bonding over Reese cheating on me? That would lead right back to that conversation I didn’t really want to have when we were walking through a nice sunny day on campus and there were plenty of people around who probably wouldn’t appreciate it if our conversation about Reese and Aiden suddenly turned into a shouting match that lasted all the way back to my dorm room.
“Whatever,” Reese said. “Just don’t think about running after my roommate or anything!”
This time I turned and stared at her with my mouth hanging open. “Seriously?”
I meant that “seriously?” in a completely different manner than how Reese took it. For me the phrase was loaded with all the incredulity I was feeling that less than twelve hours ago she’d been behind her work letting some other guy feel her up. She’d done who knows what else later after I was chased away. And now she had the audacity to turn around and act like I was the one who was thinking of cheating on her?
I mean if what Angela was showing off in what appeared to be the one tight fitting T-shirt in her wardrobe was any indication then she was definitely hiding her treasures from the world. Sure she had that cute geeky girl thing going for her, but it’s not like I was going to leave Reese for her roommate who’d acted like she hated me.
And that was beside the point anyways. The point was that Reese was the one who was cheating on me, not the other way around, and here she had the audacity to try and turn that around on me? Talk about gall!
Reese seemed to think that I was just referring to how there was not a chance in hell that anything would ever happen between me and Angela, which was a fair guess considering how we were always glaring at each other. She was taking it the completely wrong way, but then again she didn’t know that I knew about her infidelity.
She giggled as though she didn’t have
a care in the world. I wished I could feel that way. I was feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders in that moment. The impossible weight of the secret I was keeping. The impossible weight of the white hot anger I was feeling that she was able to be so blase talking about last night when she damn well knew what she’d been doing.
I suppose I could have a little fun with that, though.
“What about you Reese?” I asked. “Was it fun last night when you were getting slammed?”
She paused for a moment. Oh yeah, there was definitely supposed to be a double meaning to that statement. I’m sure she was running it over in her head, wondering if I could possibly know anything.
“It was okay,” she said. “I guess I’d rather be busy than have a night where there’s nothing to do or anything.”
“Yeah, I can understand that. I’d go crazy if all I had to do at work was lean over the front counter and play with my phone.”
I wasn’t even sure if she was going to catch that one. She’d been behind the pizza place by the time I saw her coworker looking bored poking at her phone, but from the look that passed over her face she definitely seemed to know what I was getting at even as she decided, once more, that I probably didn’t know anything and she needed to play things cool. I fought the urge to grin as I saw the obvious conflict playing out on her face.
Now that I was really getting into this it was actually sort of fun. I decided to see how far I could push it.
“Yeah, I bet the drivers really had their hands full last night,” I said, looking around campus and trying to look as innocent as she was acting. I was actually surprised at how easy it was.
Reese missed a step and almost stumbled. I turned to look at her with concern but I didn’t make a move to help her balance which earned me a dirty look. To be perfectly honest in that moment when she was threatening to pitch forward I wasn’t sure if I wanted to help her out anyways. The angry part of me was winning out over the aroused part of me for the moment, and that angry part of me would’ve been pretty happy to see her do a face plant. It would’ve been the least she deserved for the way she was lying to me.