"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Brittany's question brought Tiffany back to reality. She was still lightly drunk but sober enough to have some situational awareness. Brittany was on the bed topless in her underwear on her belly looking over Tiffany who had taken off her top only. This was the first time Tiffany had seen Brittany like this and she took a moment to admire her best friend's body. Her pale skin was like porcelain and her orange thong perfectly showcased the large globes of her ass cheeks. Brittany's tits smashed into the mattress of the bed and poured of from her chest.
Diego stood in the back by the door in his robe which was now open at the front. He was clearly enjoying what was happening as he was openly jerking himself off with a free hand. Tiffany looked at his silhouette lit only by the fluorescent lights of the bathroom. She then looked at Brittany who stared back with total honesty.
"Yes Brittany." She said finally. "I'm sure."
Less than five hours ago Tiffany and Brittany found themselves in a large building on the campus of Jefferson College. The building was Oxford Oaks, one of the school's residence halls, which was reserved for upper classmen and graduate students. This night Fitzgerald Smith, one of the upperclassmen, had organized a party on the third floor of the dormitory with every unit in participation.
Tiffany and found herself sitting on the couch of someone's apartment that they did not know. Around them several people were talking and music was playing from the television in front of them. A few feet away Brittany emerged from the kitchen with two mixed drinks in her hand. She sat next to Tiffany and handed her one of them.
"Jack and coke. Just like you like." Brittany said.
Tiffany took the drink from her friend's hand.
"Britt I feel a bit out of my element."
"Nonsense girl. This is where you belong. We need to find you a dick."
This was an idea Tiffany had been giving much thought too. She had started to feel as though her quest for true love with Clark was a bit silly and more than that she was starting to feel a bit under-developed as a person. The game of Never Have I Ever with Brittany, Helena, and Amy had taught Tiffany that she was a bit far behind in terms of experience of her peers. Had she been missing out on fun all these years? Was she really going to spend her 18
th
year and first year of college as a virgin until the right moment with Clark, a man she had never once met in person and only knew from the Internet?
"Yeah, maybe." Tiffany said.
"That's the fucking spirit!" Brittany said as she took a hearty swig of her drink. "Now chug that adult beverage and let's get to work. I'll be your wing-woman. But we got to do this quick before Diego finds some slut that isn't me to take home."
"Some other slut?"
"Shut up, I'm trying to get you laid here dude. OK, let's go find those other sluts we came with. Maybe they have some leads."
Brittany led Tiffany out of the apartment and down the hallway. They maneuvered through the crowd of revelers until they got to the floor's common area where Helena, Amy, and Diego stood with some unnamed man in a cardigan. The cardigan clad man was thin and blonde with horn-rimmed glasses and pleated khakis. Tiffany thought he looked like a politician.
Without saying a word Brittany walked up to Diego and wrapped her arm around his waist.
"How's it going gang?"
"Oh, hello lovely." Diego said.
"Oh my Diego, the women you cavort with get younger and younger each year."
"Sir they stay the same age. It is I who get older."
Helena and Amy shared a groan and rolled their eyes.
Tiffany mustered up a bit of courage and took a sip from her drink. She then tapped the cardigan wearing man on the shoulder.
"Hey." She said. "I'm Tiffany."
"Oh hello there. Helena was telling me all about you two. I'm Fitzgerald Smith. Fitz for short. I organized this little shin-dig."
Helena could sense what was going on here.
"Amy let's go get a drink."
"I already got one."
"Well let's go get another one."
Helena yanked Amy and they both walked off into the hallway.
"So, what are you girls majoring in?" Fitz asked.
"Theater with a minor in Dance." Tiffany said.
"Theater with a minor in fucking partying." Brittany added.
"Oh, I see, do you like to party?" Diego asked.
"I'm the queen of partying. And I need another drink."
"Well then my queen let us go get you a drink."
Diego put his hand on Brittany's shoulder and let her away. Tiffany looked at Brittany helplessly and Brittany managed to shrug and then make a dick-sucking gesture and point to Fitzgerald. Tiffany blushed and quickly turned to see if he had caught that but he seemed none the wiser.
"Looks like it's just the two of us." Fitzgerald said. He lightly touched Tiffany's hand.
Her instinct was to pull it back as quickly as possible but she fought that instinct and kept her hand in his.
"I guess so."
Tiffany could feel the effect of the drinking taking hold in her. Her head felt light and she could feel all the fear and anxiety of just a few hours ago slowly washing away.
"So, Fitz, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Why no, ma'am, I do not. How about you?"
"Nope." Tiffany said, the words feeling like a lie as they left her mouth.
Fitzgerald smiled and he started to rub his hands up and down Tiffany's arm.
"I like talking to you." He said
"Me too."
"It's getting a little loud, don't you think? Want to find somewhere quieter?"
***
Fitzgerald led Tiffany back to his room which, unlike the rest of the party, was entirely deserted. His room was a single bed with a desk at the opposite end and a television playing the news that provided a pale blue light.
To the right of the door was a small kitchenette with a few solitary dishes in the sink. Fitzgerald walked past her to the fridge and opened the door. Inside Tiffany could see that he kept few groceries, a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk of questionable age, but the fridge was well stocked on beer.
"Want a drink?" he asked.
"Sure."
