But most importantly, remember…that ass is mine. Mine, Amber. I don’t share. I don’t care if it’s a girl or a guy. Same difference. So to be clear. Mine. Got it?”
“Um, yeah.” Finally exhaling, I murmur, “Ok, now I’m wet…just so I’m clear.” I smile feeling the heat rise in my face.
A light chuckle escapes over the phone as he says, “Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow. Just felt I needed to make myself clear. Have a good night.”
“Night.” I hang up and fan my face. Turning to Sally and Karen, “Ok, let’s go party.”
***
After hailing a cab outside campus, the cabbie drops us in front of the bar. We take a table in the VIP area so we can sit down on oversized comfortable couches. Ke$ha is pounding out of the speakers about living like today is your last day. The waitress appears before we know it, smiling broadly at Sally and asking what we would like to order.
Sally passes her some plastic to run a tab. She’s cut from head to toe and her body is sick. Sally is all charm as she leans forward giving her a good flash of her tits as she glides her hand down the waitress’ arm with a smile. “What’s your name, darlin’?”
“Natalie,” she says shyly. Her face, even in the dark, burns bright red.
“Keep ‘em comin’, darlin’ and,” Sally gives her a look that would melt anyone’s panties, “I’ll, uh, take good care of you later.” She bites her lower lip as her eyes roam the girl’s body.
Damn, I think her nipples puckered.
“Uh – ok. T-thanks.” The waitress smiles shyly.
Pointing out into the crowd, I motion to a tall blonde on her way over. “Sally, looks like someone’s making their way over to you.”
A tall blonde with a cutout dress leans in to ask her to dance. Passing the waitress on her way out to the dance floor, the waitress looks back sadly and rushes over with our drinks. She is considerably less enthusiastic to serve us as she was with Sally out on the dance floor.
With a fresh Seagram’s and Seven-up in hand, I turn and ask Karen, “How long have you been crushing on Jerrod Mason?”
Crossing her legs, she leans in, gushing, “Only since my junior year. We went to high school together. He was a jock all through high school, too. Played basketball, football, ran track, hell, everything. He got a scholarship for soccer and decided to come here. He’s a junior, too.”
“Were you friends in high school?”
“Hardly,” Her eyes harden. “He dated the head cheerleader, the prom queen, the drill team captain, and right after that, the other drill team captain…” Glancing at me, she murmurs, “Yeah, he got around. But me? He never even knew I was alive.”
“How ‘bout now?”
“Well, kinda. We’ve had a few classes, even been in some study groups. He’s friendly, but he’s never asked me out. I don’t think the bookworm type appeals to him.” Her smile is a touch sad as she reaches for her drink, taking another sip. “But,” she lights up, leaning in with a conspiratorial wink, “I’m hoping, all this.” Gliding her hand down her frame, she perks up with a hopeful tone, “will change his mind about me.”
“Oh, yeah! You look hot. If he’s alive, he’s going to notice you in that dress. I’ll bet you have all kinds of guys hitting on you tonight.” I nudge her as a lanky brunette walks up and asks her to dance.
“Eh, I’m here with my friend and I don’t want to leave her sitting here all alone. But, thanks.”
I laugh, “See!” as the woman walks back to her friends.
Karen’s blush is apparent even in the dim lighting. Karen and I sit here, drinking and dancing, chatting away all night as Sally is dragged off by woman after woman. It’s so tough having such gorgeous friends. I smile.
“Ok, my turn now.” Karen announces. “Time to head over to Mulligan’s. Drink up.”
“Aw, do we have to?” Sally whines with a wink.
“Yes. It’s time,” Karen says.
“Ok, let me cash out.” Motioning to the waitress, she pads over to Sally like a sweet puppy eager to please. “I need to close out the tab.”
Disappointment, truly heart-felt disappointment, fills the girls face as she acknowledges, “I’ll get your check.” She’s back in record time, handing the check to Sally.
Sally signs the check and says, “Here you go. One last thing, what time do you get off? I’d like to take you somewhere, and - ”