Author's note: This story contains some anti-gay slurs. This is not meant to insult anyone, but they are necessary for the telling of this tale. I hope that the reader can see past any offense he might take, and understand why they are integral to the story.
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Reality was in the slowly lightening room, as another school day was starting. It had been her passion that had brought her down to Danny's room, but it had brought her in only her nightshirt. Boy, did
she
have the 'walk of shame' ahead of her, facing all of the guys on Danny's floor before she could get upstairs to her room. And the girls on her floor wouldn't be much more forgiving than the guys on Danny's. She could jump up, and scurry back upstairs now, and there'd be fewer people, maybe even none, who would spot her, or she could stay in bed with Danny.
Romantic choice? Stay with Danny! Practical choice? Heck, she didn't have a toothbrush here, and she'd need her conditioner and hairbrush to be able to deal with her long hair after a shower. Damn it, Danny would just have to understand that a girl has to do what a girl has to do!
"Hay, lover boy," she said, as she nudged Danny to full wakefulness, "I've got to run back to my room and get ready," giving him a quick kiss.
"Shower here?" he asked her hopefully.
"I'd like to, but you won't have the stuff I need for my hair. I get absolutely horrible tangles in this mop without conditioner. See you for breakfast!" With that, Mary Margaret scurried out the door.
Still, her hope to enter into an empty hallway, to avoid the 'walk of shame,' went unmet. There were two guys already out, though at least they weren't the worst of the assholes.
"
Wooo
, way to go, O'Reilly!" came the catcall. Worse, she had to pass them to get to the end of the hallway door, and the taller one, the guy who'd made the call, raised his hand to give her a high five. Might as well own it, she thought, and gave him that high five, just glad he didn't slap her ass as she passed him. But she knew that those guys would blab that she'd come out of Danny's room at 6:15 in the morning, wearing nothing but a nightshirt. There were no secrets in the whole damned tower!
Up one flight of stairs and, sure enough, there was a girl in the hallway. Her name was Anita something, and while Mary Margaret was acquainted with her, barely, they never really talked to each other. She didn't know Anita well enough to know if she'd gossip. At least she didn't have to pass her before she got to her own room.
"OK, spill it!" Sarah was asking even before Mary Margaret got the door closed. "How was it?"
It wasn't like she could keep anything from her roomie, but Mary Margaret was feeling really shy about discussing this, this soon. She tried to put Sarah off with an "It was really great," and then she headed into the bathroom.
"Nope, not good enough! I want details," Sarah insisted, standing in the bathroom doorway.
"Oh, Hell, Sarah, it's almost like a blur. I woke him up, knocking on the door, and he answered with the light still off. I told him to leave it off, and just slipped into his bed. He came to bed, we cuddled and kissed for a bit, and then I told him to make love to me. It was just amazing, better than I had ever imagined. We went so slow, it seemed like hours, and then we just fell asleep in each other's arms. Now, shoo! I've got to take my shower."
"Don't take forever, I've got to get in there, too!"
Mary Margaret took her time brushing out her hair, twisting the ends, to give herself the slight curls that she used to frame her face. Her light brown hair came down to her elbows, and she thought it her best feature. Brandon had like playing with her hair, even if Danny hadn't.
Crap!
She hadn't been thinking about Brandon at all, up to this point, but now all of that flooded back into her mind. She hadn't said anything about 'going steady' with Brandon, whatever that mean in the days of casual hook-ups, but he had said that he wanted her as his girlfriend. And she had been naked in from of him, while she'd kept that nightshirt on the whole time with Danny. Heck, they'd made love, wonderful love, but in the dim light he couldn't have really seen anything. And wasn't
that
a weird way to think about it?
How the heck did she go from being mostly dateless to having two boyfriends at once? Some girls, she thought, managed to keep more than one guy stringing along, and the guys sometimes knew about the others, but she sure didn't have any experience at that.
And now she started feeling guilty. She'd spent the night in Brandon's bed last Friday, though without any sex, but she'd actually made love to Danny last night. Of course, Danny knew that she'd spent the night with Brandon, even if he didn't know what happened, but he surely assumed that she'd gotten laid that night.
Gotten laid. Doesn't quite mean the same thing as making love, does it?
Well, there was nothing to do about it now, other than get ready for breakfast with her new lover.
That had been what she wanted, wasn't it? All this time, she'd been waiting for him to say something, to make a move of some kind, to let her know that he was interested in her as more than a friend. She'd put him off at the end of their study session, even though she didn't want to, and then, a couple of hours later, she'd just gone up to his room and slid into his bed. Was that messed up?
It had been cold yesterday, and the morning weather forecast on Channel 18 said cold again, windier, with possible snow flurries. She had to dress warmly, but she also wanted to dress nicely, just for Danny. Her best jeans, the faded ones that fit her so very well, and the nice black-and-brown boots that came up to her knees, that was always a sexy look. They had just enough of a heel to make her look taller, which minimized her weight. Her nicest white cashmere sweater, that hung low on her hips, with the sleeves extending down to her knuckles, that was slimming, too. A nice, grey woolen scarf loosely around her neck, and it was a complete look. Pair that with an insulated vest - kind of like the one that Brandon wore, she couldn't help but thinking - and she knew Danny would like it. A bit of clear lip gloss, and her sexy librarian glasses, and she'd look as good as she could. Throwing her iPad and wallet in her purse, along with a notebook and gel pen, she was ready to go.
Mary Margaret didn't see Danny in line, so either she'd beaten him downstairs or he had already gotten his breakfast and was waiting for her at the table.
She felt glorious this morning, and it showed as she filled her breakfast tray. Coffee - what the cafeteria always did best - some Rice Chex cereal and milk, a banana and an orange, the kind of breakfast she saw as light and fun, rather than the heavier comfort food breakfast. Swiping in her meal card, she spotted Danny, already at the table, and there were two guys sitting with him; nobody
ever
sat with Danny, not since that awful gay porno came out.
Well, this had to be because she was spotted coming out of his room this morning, but there was nothing to do for it other than head for the table and be happy and positive. It helped that she'd dressed up for Danny this morning; if they were there because of her, it always helps a guy when his girlfriend looks her best.
Damn it, his
girlfriend?
That's what Brandon had called her, but there was no time to dwell on that now.
"Hey, O'Reilly, you're looking good this morning," said the one guy, who just happened to be the same guy who high fived her in the hallway.