Julie and Linnea's room was the stuff of freshman guys' fantasies all over campus. Friday afternoons were for Julie to return the favor, and that day she did so most enthusiastically.
Concertmistress, varsity cheerleader, first string tennis star, top photographer on campus, award-winning writer...between them, the two beautiful juniors could claim all those titles and a few more to spare. They could also claim to be the object of any number of crushes from guys all over campus, most they didn't even know about but a fair number they did. Linnea had long since let it all go to her head, but Julie was proud to say she had stubbornly kept her own feet on the ground.
Well, not always on the ground, Julie admitted to herself that afternoon in March when she had the room to herself for a precious bit. Right then, after all, her feet were not on the ground; they were spread wide on her bed, enjoying the early spring breeze through the open window along with the rest of her. Having long since memorized the confluences of Linnea's schedule and her own, she always knew when she'd have a bit of privacy. Friday afternoons brought cheerleading practice for Linnea, lasting an hour after Julie's advanced American literature seminar was done with.
It offered just enough time -- and the perfect time of the week -- for Julie to ring in the weekend with a bang. Today, with the misty March breeze offering a slight, pleasant chill, Julie was loving every moment of her fleeting privacy. With her panties tossed aside her shoes on the floor, she lay back with her long dark hair spilling carelessly about her pillow and pulled her skirt out of the way, and went to town on herself with both hands.
She'd been daydreaming all day about a cute grad student who was auditing the AmLit class, and now she eagerly imagined him eating her out then and there. If her fingers were a poor substitute for his tongue, her imagination made up for it as she writhed about on her comforter and thrust her hips up now and again, occasionally reaching a finger inside as she flicked about with her other fingers. Enjoying the sensation, she closed her eyes and rubbed her head back against her pillow, and threw caution to the wind with the open window and moaned.
Her moaning was loud enough that she didn't hear the closet door swing open. It was not loud enough, however, to drown out the sound of the shutter clicking. She heard that loud and clear, and she knew what it was. Her eyes flew open and she saw Linnea standing at the foot of her bed, looking sheepish, an iPhone in her hand. "Julie, I'm sorry!" she said as soon as her presence registered with Julie.
"Nae!" Julie yanked her skirt back down and sat up, feeling her face turn crimson. "What the hell?!"
Before Linnea could answer, Julie got enough over her shock to jump up and lunge for the phone. But just as she was about to do that, their room door opened and in stepped Jeff Johnson, the premier jock on campus, the male Julie-and-Linnea rolled up in one. "Hello, Julie," he said with the grin that had moistened panties all over campus -- but never Julie's; she'd never liked his cockiness. "Thank you, Nae," he added, taking the phone from Linnea and kissing her cheek.
"What the hell is this, you assholes?!" Julie jumped up and grabbed for the phone. But Jeff held it over his head and he was much taller than either of the women. When Julie leapt up to reach for it, he gave her a gruff shove in the breasts with his other hand and sent her sprawling back on her bed. Her skirt flew up around her hips, and she wasted just enough time pulling it back down to allow Linnea to pin her down on the bed and sit on her abdomen. "Get off, you bitch!" she growled. "I will never forgive you for this!"
"Julie, I'm sorry!" Linnea whined. "But you'd best listen to him if you want him to delete that photo!"
"That's right," Jeff said. He slipped the phone triumphantly into his pocket. "Julie, I believe you know Nick Evans?"
"Nick. The freshman downstairs." Julie's humiliation had turned to rage, and she felt the tears welling as she answered Jeff. He knew damn well she knew Nick. Everyone knew how she'd helped the nerdy freshman through a romantic mishap the prior semester, supporting him like an older sister after he'd made a fool of himself asking his crush to the winter formal and being rejected publicly in the dorm lounge. They also knew the poor thing had developed a crush on Julie herself after that, but he'd been smart enough to know a beautiful big-woman-on-campus like Julie wouldn't bother with him. So Julie had been spared the awkwardness of telling him as much. "Yeah, Jeff, I know Nick. Don't expect me to believe he has anything to do with this, though! He's a nerd, but he's no pervert!"
"Oh, you're quite right, Julie, he doesn't." Jeff pulled Linnea's desk chair out and sat backwards in it, his legs spread, betraying a bulge in them that Julie knew she had inspired. "The little shit's in my Spanish class, and he's been spoiling the curve for everyone all semester. That's bad enough. What's worse is, this morning, you know the Lopez Prize?"
"It's this thing where you can go study in Mexico for the summer, you see," Linnea explained.
"Shut up! Yes, I know the Lopez Prize!" Julie snapped. "What's wrong, Nick actually worked instead of showing up to class hung over, and he got the prize instead of you, Jeff?!"
"Yes!" Jeff stood up and shoved Linnea's desk chair violently away; it tipped over on the corner of a throw-rug and fell over harmlessly, but with a loud bang. "Three years I've been waiting for my chance with that, and I'm Jeff Johnson! That prize belonged to me! Not to some wimpy little freshman who probably learned Spanish from his dad's maid who molested him or something."
"What the hell do you expect me to do about it?!" Julie demanded. "And why on earth would I want to help you?"
"You don't want your pussy all over the internet, do you?" Jeff asked with a smug grin. "And I'll tell you what, I won't put it there. Not if you do one thing for me."
Julie squirmed under Linnea's weight, but she was pinned, and she had the feeling Jeff would have no qualms about beating her up if it came to that. She was defeated. "What thing, Jeff?"
"Good girl," he said. "Nick has a crush on you, you know."
"Yeah, I know," Julie said. "But he's never done anything but smile at me a little too much. He's a gentleman, not that you'd understand!"
"My thoughts exactly," Jeff said. "That's why I want you to let him think the feeling is mutual. I happen to know you don't have a date yet for the Spring Fling." He paused here and nodded to Linnea, who gave Julie a sad look to acknowledge that she had told Jeff as much. "Now you do. I want you to take Nick there, get him in a compromising position, and humiliate him. I don't care what you do, but do something he'll regret. It's his private parts that go public or yours, Julie, you understand? And I want the whole school to know about it, or else they'll know about this. Remember, the Spring Fling is the last day of March, so you can tell him it was all an April fool." He patted the bulge in his pocket, and turned to leave. With his hand on the doorknob, he paused and looked back. "An April fool he'll never forget, and neither will you, I guess, Julie. Pick you up at eight, Linnea?"
"Downstairs," Linnea confirmed with her cheerleader's grin. "Have a heart and don't make Julie see you again after this."
"Fair enough," he said. "Wear a short skirt, huh?" And he was gone.
