by JJ Argus
“I don't wear my hair in a bun,” I said, blushing.
She laughed.
“My problem is a lot of the nicer guys are too intimidated to approach me,” she said. “The arrogant assholes will, because they're conceited. But the nicer guys will go for you.”
“Isn't that just a way of saying the hot, sexy guys will go for you and the timid ones for me?” I asked dryly.
She grinned. “Well, there is that.”
We got bags of mostly junk food and then she called a cab because she wanted to bring a couple of cases of beer as well. Getting it all up the stairs was easy because Taylor just sort of commandeered two guys who were coming in and mostly ordered them to carry our beer for us!
The crazy thing was they agreed! Happily! Fuck, it must be nice to be a sexy blonde! She flirted with them a little as we went up the stairs, got their names and and gave them each a beer as a reward.
“What?” she said as I shook my head.
“You're really something.”
She snorted. “Sexual power, baby. Use it while you got it.”
“I think you have more than me.”
“No, I'm just using it. You're hiding it under all that,” she said, sweeping a finger across my scarf so it swept across my shoulder.
I tugged it back down.
“I'm not used to... uhm... I mean... showing off.”
“There's a difference between showing off and hiding,” she said as she put beer in the fridge. “I'm not walking around with my tits hanging out but hey, I don't need to hide the fact I have them.”
She looked at my chest. “You neither. You have nice boobs.”
“My mom said a girl should be known by her personality and not her body.”
She blew a raspberry. “They say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but you know what, if the cover isn't nice, and there's lots of other books there, most people will just let their eyes skim across it and pick up some other book with a nicer cover to leaf through. Then it doesn't matter how nice the story is inside.”
Which, I suppose, wasn't wrong... necessarily.
Chapter Two
The knock at my door startled me a little. I was in bed, reading my ebook reader, wanting to get to bed early because I had an early class. It was a light knocking, which I thought was probably Taylor, because that was how she knocked.
I swept the covers back, swung my legs out of bed and went to the door,, then hesitated. My dressing gown was on a hook there but it seemed silly to put it on just to see what Taylor wanted. And I was decently dressed in my nightie – though it was more of a long t-shirt, and a bit tight across the chest.
But I'd been thinking about what she'd said earlier and acknowledging that I was actually 'hiding' my body rather than simply not showing it off. I didn't think that was going to change any time soon but I didn't need to hide it from Taylor.
I opened the door a few inches.
“Hey,” she said. “I want to see your glitterweb. Remember?”
“Oh, right.”
She had said she wanted to see what it looked like in the dark..
I eased the door back a bit reluctantly and she came in. She was wearing very low riding pajama pants with a kind of orange and pink tartan pattern and a midriff baring tank top. I closed the door after her and she went and sat on the edge of the bed looking up. I went to the night table and turned out the light.
“Oh cool!” she said.
I couldn't see her much. The glitterweb light was very dim, purposefully so. I sat down next to her, or tried to, and misjudged where she was sitting, which made me lose my balance and almost fall over. She caught me, though one of her hands grabbed my boob full on while she was doing it before she shifted it away!
“Sorry,” I said, blushing. “My eyes haven't adjusted to the dark.”
“Sorry for grabbing your boob,” she said in amusement.
I blushed even hotter.
“It felt like a very nice boob.”
“Taylor!”
She giggled.
“Shy little nerd girl,” she teased.
I snorted and frowned at her shadowy figure. All I could tell was she was looking up.
“Where do you buy this?”
“I made it.”
“You made it!? How!?”
“Well, you buy Christmas light netting, then you put some black fabric over it to dim it, then another layer of black fabric with little holes punched in it that conform to star patterns and planets,” I said. “See, there's Sagittarius.”
I pointed.
“I don't know Sagittarius from Uranus,” she said.
I rolled my eyes.
“Uranus is under here, right?” she asked, as I felt her hand tug up the bottom of my little nightshirt.
“Taylor!” I yelped, tugging it down.
She laughed in amusement.
“I had a boy once who wanted to lick my ass,” she said.
“Eeeww! Why!?” I gasped. “Did you let him!?”
“Uhm, I was kind of drunk. I made it clear I wasn't going to do the same back.”
“Yuck!”
“It wasn't bad actually. He was way better at licking my pussy, though.”
I felt my face flush.
“Most guys aren't, you know,” she added.
I wasn't that used to talking openly about sex with girls, see. Though it didn't surprise me that Taylor was. She was not a very shy girl and pretty open about stuff like that.
“I know,” I replied.
I figured that was safe enough.
“Guys all expect us to be like, porn stars who can deep throat, and they don't know the first thing about oral sex from the giving end,” she complained.
Again, I couldn't disagree.
“I've never really been that good at deep throat,” she confided.
I was surprised at that. She came off as a party girl who had lots of sexual experience.
“It's not that difficult,” I said, before I could stop myself.
“Ohhh?!” she said in delight. “You mean you really are a wicked, kinky sexual animal under all those layers?!”
“No!” I said firmly, face red. “I just... don't seem to have much of a uhm, gag reflex.”
“Lucky little bitch.”
I liked the idea I might be better at her at something like that, to be honest. She was kind of intimidating and she gave off this air of supreme confidence and ability. Which was kind of the opposite of mine.
“Giving oral sex is like popping the air in a balloon,” I said, feeling a little more expansive. “After that they mostly stop bugging you for more since they can't do anything anyway.”
She laughed in agreement. “But that's not my preference,” she said. “I like sex. Why should they get all the pleasure?”
“They mostly do anyway. Simple biology.”
“Yeah. You know God is male or She'd have put the clitoris inside the vagina, not up on top of it.”
“Could be worse. We could go into heat like most female mammals do.”
“That would make us like boys, right?”
I snorted.
“We can go into heat,” she said. “It just takes a lot of effort to get together all the ingredients in the right order and then mix them just right so you can bake us properly.”
I laughed.
“Guys are like, pop it in the microwave for one minute and it's done.”
“Ping!” I said.
She laughed. “Fast food!”
“For those of us who can swallow,” I said with a smirk.
“Oooo, good one! Hey wait, was that a shot!?”
“Of course not.”
“I can deep throat! I just have to be really, really horny... and preferably a little drunk.”
“Sure,” I said smugly.
“And how are you at performing oral sex on girls?” she demanded.
I stared at her silhouette in surprise. “Uh?”
“Ha,” she said. “Probably don't even
know where to put your tongue.”
“You've uhm, performed oral sex on girls?” I asked.
Not that I should have been surprised. Like I said, she seemed like a party girl, and even straight girls played around a lot sometimes. At least those who had girlfriends who wouldn't blab about it. Which was definitely not me.
“It takes more time but at least you don't choke on some guy trying to ram his cock down your throat,” she said.
I said nothing about that.
“Want me to show you?” she asked slyly.
“No thank yeeww!”
She laughed in amusement.
“That's okay. There are chew toys everywhere,” she said.
The door opened wide suddenly, and we both jerked our faces around to it. The light snapped on and I squinted my eyes.
“What are you two doing in here in the dark?” Jada demanded.
“Who the fuck are you to ask?” Taylor asked pleasantly, getting to her feet and going to the door.
“You a couple of little dykes?”
“You a bed sniffing nun?” Taylor demanded as I stood up as well.
“Just asking a question,” Jada said as Taylor got in her face and made her back out of the room.
“Well here's an answer. None of your fucking business. How does that sound?” Taylor said in a pleasant tone.
“We were just looking at my glitterweb on the ceiling,” I said hurriedly.
“It's none of her business what we were doing,” Taylor said. “She hasn't said two words to us all day and she thinks she can stick her nose into what we do and where we do it? Fuck that.”
Taylor was taller than Jada, and apparently more aggressive, as she backed the Black girl all the way across the common room to her own doorway. Jada closed the door and Taylor snorted, punched it once and then turned to me and shrugged.
*
Well, that had been... stressful. I kind of suspected Jada was going to put in for a room transfer after that. I hoped she did, anyway. Though I worried she'd tell them she didn't want to share a room with two 'dykes'. I mean, not that there was anything wrong with being a lesbian but... I wasn't one. And I didn't want people to think otherwise.
I have to say that knowing Taylor had casual sex with girls was a bit weird. I mean, clearly she'd been joking when she offered to show me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like having sex with a girl – with Taylor. The thought kind of took my breath away, to be honest.
I mean, sex with guys hadn't really been any big deal. And I had flirted with what it would be like with girls. I didn't think I was gay or anything, since whenever I had fantasies they were mostly about guys; big, strong, muscular guys.
But the thought of laying naked with Taylor was kind of … wow. I mean, she was, in some ways, like a guy in how assertive and aggressive she was. She was also taller and stronger than me. I kept in okay shape, but Taylor, now that I'd seen her all day and watched her move, was just very athletic.
She'd also mentioned in passing earlier that she had been taking martial arts since she was nine, so I had no doubt she could beat the crap out of me easily enough. Just like a boy could.
And I knew, in the way that I occasionally did with guys, that if she wanted to, you know, have sex, if she tried... I wasn't going to resist much.
*
I dressed in gray dress slacks, a nice white blouse with collar, and a loose black sweater for my first class the next morning.
The first semester course load was full of Math, including Linear Algebra and Calculus. Fortunately, I was a whiz at Math. I was given credit for Calculus and substituted Advanced Multi-variable Calculus instead. My first course was Principles of Quantum Mechanics. That also had a lot of math.
Since we weren't a major department, like Law or Business, we weren't in one of the huge amphitheater lecture halls, but a much cozier one. It was still semi-circular, but only five rows. It was like an amphitheater, though, with long wooden tables, each about two feet above the people in the next row in front.
All in all there was probably a hundred students – which is way smaller than some places, and they were all close enough for me to actually see them quite clearly. Not to mention the big blackboards and the man standing before them, Professor Rhone.
I had my bag with my laptop set to record. Actually, I had it set to video record, with the camera in the back of the screen pointed at him. My note taking skills looked like chicken scratching if I wasn't careful, and if I was careful I wouldn't be able to take them fast enough.
I was very excited to be there! I was at Princeton! I had the book before me and was surrounded by other nerds! I was willing to bet, as I ran my eyes over my fellow freshmen, that a lot of these people liked the same sorts of things as I did, and wouldn't be watching The Bachelor on TV!
They handed out large rectangular white nameplates at the door. They were a foot long, and had your name printed in big black letters front and back. These fit into a slot in the front of your desk so people in front of and behind you would know who you were.
There were a lot of Asian kids in this class, which didn't really surprise me. Not very many Blacks, which also didn't surprise me. Was that racist? I didn't even know what Jada was taking, but it was hard to respect her given her behavior. I was glad Taylor had been there because I would have been way intimidated!
I mean, I'm kind of liberal in my outlook, but my parents sent me to private school, an expensive one, and there were few Blacks there. So while I was theoretically all for equality and stuff, I really had very little experience with Blacks. Asians, yes, but not Blacks. And to be honest, if Jada was an example, that was fine with me. What a bitch!
Professor Rhone explained what Quantum Mechanics was all about, scribbling furiously on the blackboard, drawing diagrams and formulas, and detailed what sort of form he expected homework to be handed in (typed, double spaced, with report covers). Then he gave the outline of how he would be teaching, and what chapters would be dealt with in what orders.
It was a pretty easy class except that he gave out a reading assignment of the first eight chapters to be read in two days.
“Some of you might think this is excessive,” he said. “But I'm presuming most of you have at least read the first three or four chapters, and if not, why haven't you?”
No one dared to answer that one!
I had read the first five chapters myself, so wasn't concerned.
The next class was in a huge amphitheater. The course was titled The Universe. It was an elective, and open to non-science majors with very little prerequisites needed beyond high school math. I'd selected it as an easy course that I wouldn't have to put much time into. The professor seemed like a bit of a flake, but was entertaining.
After that came lunch. I ate alone, Taylor's classes being on the other side of campus and her not having the same schedule. That was okay. I was used to it, and unlike high school, I didn't expect to be bothered here, and wasn't.
After lunch I had Linear Algebra, which was boring, and then Topics in Classical Astronomy, which was much more interesting. Not just for the course material, but because I sat down next to a guy named Carl, from Denmark. He was tall, lithe and blonde, and seemed very friendly.
He made me wish I'd followed Taylor's advise and worn something more... showy. I made sure I took off my glasses several times so he knew what I looked like without them. I didn't have to wear them all the time, just when I read, but I usually did wear them just because it was easier than remembering to take them off and put them away and then put them back on again all the time.
Plus I was almost always reading something, if not on my ebook then in a textbook or on a computer screen. Then I remembered what she'd said about me being a 'librarian type' and some guys finding that sexy. I was doubtful off that, but I supposed it was possible. Still, I wasn't sure I wanted to be seen as a librarian.
Maybe I would wear jeans the next class with him.
I went back to the d
orm and studied for a while, until Taylor got back. Then we chatted about our first day of classes and our professors. I wondered if we were becoming friends. Then again, like me, she didn't know anyone yet, so it wasn't like she had lots of choices in who to hang out with.
We went to dinner together at the dining hall. The best way to describe it is like a big old church but with tables instead of pews. It had a very high arched ceiling, from which dangled rows of chandeliers. The stone walls had long, narrow, medieval style windows that went almost as high as the ceiling.
We were talking amiably enough when to my surprise Jada sat down at our table. Also to my surprise, Taylor greeted her in a friendly fashion. I looked at the blonde and she shrugged as she shoveled a forkful of spaghetti into her mouth, then chewed it before talking.
“Jada and I got to talking this morning,” she said. “She's all right.”
“I was a little annoyed at the world yesterday,” Jada said. “I thought I had made arrangements to be at another college and got shifted at the last minute. I have friends there,” she said. “Sorry if I kind of took it out on you guys.”
“Oh, that's okay,” I said, feeling relieved – and startled.
She certainly was acting differently!
“Taylor says you're an egghead science type,” Jada said.
“Uhm, yeah, I guess so,” I said cautiously. “What are you taking?”
“African American Studies,” she said, eyes narrowing as she looked for my reaction.
I very carefully kept from showing it. I thought courses like that, and things like gender studies and feminism were all for the birds. I smiled and nodded as if interested. Unfortunately, she then began to unload about all the stuff it was about, which didn't interest me. And then she started in on identity politics stuff.
“Jada,” Taylor said, interrupting. “Lose the BLM shit.”
Jada glared at her, but then shrugged and nodded.
I wondered just what that talk had involved! Then again, Taylor was a pretty... uh... well, bossy person. But in a nice way. After only a little time with her I liked her but there was no doubt in my mind that she liked getting her way and was very persuasive about it.
*
We watched a movie in the common room, after some bickering between Taylor and Jada over what to watch – which Taylor won. And we decided to split on a sofa as soon as possible.
