Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Chapter Two: Fearless
Codes: MF, Cons, Facial, Oral
2018
"Hey dude!" Said Steve as he spotted Cole sitting at the table. He grinned widely and got up to hug him. It had been several months since the pair of best friends from college had seen one another. They embraced and sat down. Lunch was excellent and they covered a myriad of conversation topics.
"You look like shit man." Said Steve as they finished up.
"I didn't get much sleep last night." Said Cole.
"A woman?"
Cole didn't quite know what to say. You couldn't exactly go around telling people, even an old college buddy, that you were friends and occasionally more with Taylor Swift.
"Something like that."
"Oh yeah?" Asked Steve, grinning eagerly.
"Not the good kind of sleepless night." Said Cole.
"So, what does this latest girl look like. You got pics?"
"She's...tall, blonde...very beautiful."
"Sounds like just your type. Ever since, I've known you, you were always chasing blondes with legs that went on for miles."
"Really?"
"Yea, that's your type, right?"
"I guess I never thought about it that much before."
"Even in college, all you dated were blondes." Steve smirked, as he struggled to recall one of Cole's previous hookups. "Do you remember that one chick? It was spring sophomore year. We went to that raging party and you hooked up with that blonde. What was her name?
Cole remained silent for a moment, wrestling with the truth. In the end, he decided to continue the lie. "I don't remember."
Steve made a crude joke and Cole laughed hollowly. They wrapped up lunch, but Cole found himself transfixed on the memory of when Taylor had come to visit him at college.
2009
"I thought I could come over and see what I'm missing out on. College is supposed to be pretty wild, right?" She said over the phone.
"It can be. Some of these parties are unbelievable, but there's no way they compare to any Hollywood shindigs though."
"Oh please. All those events may look nice, but they're boring as fuck. That goes double for me. I can't let loose at all..."
"Let me ask you. How hard is it for you to go incognito these days?"
"It's getting there, but I think with a hat and some shades I'll be ok. Maybe I'll wear my hair different."
"That's too bad. I like the curls."
There was a somewhat awkward pause as the compliment landed. I cleared my throat and brushed right past it.
"So, it's settled. My roommate will be gone all weekend. You'll come over all and then we will go out partying college style. No one will know it's you, everyone will be wasted anyways. I'll show you a good time."
"You always do." She said quietly.
Another awkward pause settled between us.
"Either way, I can't wait to see you again!"
"Dido. Talk to you later Swift."
I cleaned my room up a bit before she arrived. I got a text message that she was outside and suddenly I was very nervous. When I walked through the dorm, I found her standing there, large sunglasses and a sweatshirt hood pulled up holding an overnight bag. I let her in and was greeted by an enthusiastic hug. Some of her many curls escaped the hoody to smother me as well. The smell of her brought back memories from previous encounters. I had planned to show her around campus, but we just ended up talking for hours. Taylor had just as many questions for me about college as I did for her about the music industry. Before I knew it, it was dark out. I ordered some pizza and we continued talking late into the night. We drank cheap vodka and beer that I had laying around. An hour or two before we were supposed to head out to the party, she stated that she needed to get ready. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she looked stunning. She was wearing a flowery dress with thin straps and her curly head of hair on full display. She had a few bangles on her wrists and big brown cowboy boots that greatly accentuated her fine legs. Her lips were pink and she had a splash of mascara over each eye. I gulped audibly.
"How do I look?" She asked, twirling around for me.