I jammed my fingers in my mouth and let out a shrill whistle as The Divine finished off their last song with a blistering guitar riff from Kara Devine. She caught my eye and grinned, aiming the head of her guitar towards the ceiling of the auditorium and tearing out the last notes like a professional rock star. Her brother, Adam Devine, had just put the microphone back in its stand after singing the final verse, and was nodding his head to his younger sister's finale. The drummer, Adam's lifelong friend Brett, pounded his drums along with her in perfect concert. The crowd cheered, jumping to their feet and cheering like they had witnessed god. Adam and Brett wore simple jeans and band t-shirts, but Kara, Kara always liked to dress up. She was decked out in nearly knee-high black leather boots (the thick ones), a mid-thigh length black skirt, one of those white school girl type tops that exposed her flat stomach and a little red tie. Her inky black hair fell around her pixy face in sheer perfection, obscuring everything but one pale blue eye, encircled by dark eyeliner, and dark red lips. She finished with a flourish as the stage lights dimmed before changing to an altogether different lighting.
Adam approached the mic stand and grabbed it, beaming and panting with exertion. "Thank you! Thank you! CD's for sale at the door! Have a good year and take care of my baby sister, class of twenty twelve!" The crowd screamed its approval one last time before quieting down and beginning the slow process of exiting the auditorium. I sat back down and waited for the crowd to thin before standing once more and making my way towards the stage. Adam, Brett and Kara were sitting on the edge talking with fans and staff, even signing a few autographs. The Divine weren't well known outside of the local towns, but they were on the fast track to success in my opinion. They had been huge in their home town, my home town, and I had been close to all of them from the beginning, Kara especially. Kara and I had been neighbors from an early age, almost always ending up in classes together throughout school.
We had tried dating each other once in junior high school, but it had been awkward for some reason. When we started high school however, we had tested the dating scene and found it very disagreeable. I didn't like it because I just couldn't find the right person. Kara, on the other hand, was nearly raped by her second boyfriend and ran back to me because she knew I was safe. After that, for some inexplicable reason, we had clicked, finding that we were more or less perfect together. Because we had grown up together, we knew the subtle little nuances of each other's behavior and how we operated. This meant that we rarely fought and when we did it was because of things we generally didn't have control over. We were very easy going, mellow people and this meant that it took something huge to get us going.
When Adam had proposed starting a band 'just for fun', Kara had jumped at the opportunity. She could play guitar like other people could breathe and Adam, forgive me if I sound a little gay for saying this, had the voice of some kind of earth-bound angel. Brett was a solid drummer and Adam's best friend, therefore a natural choice.
As I approached the stage Kara spotted me and beamed, revealing brilliantly white teeth and a perfect, captivating smile.
"Ohmigod! Kara Devine, I'm your biggest fan!" I cried in an overly girly voice, clapping my hands to my cheeks.
"Oh jeez," Adam sniggered, "its that groupie again."
"He wants you bad, Kara," Brett chuckled.
"That's alright," Kara purred, "he is kinda sexy."
"Ohmigod! Kara Devine called me sexy!" I squealed, jumping up and down and fanning my face in a very feminine manner.
She giggled girlishly, flicking the hair from her face to reveal her other eye. This was one of the things that I could not get enough of about her; her eyes were heterochromatic, the left eye was pale blue and the right was a slightly darker shade of green. I adored her eyes and she knew it.
"As always guys, a fantastic show," I congratulated, walking right up to the stage between Kara's knees. Tall as I was at six foot two, she was sitting on the stage and could look down at me, which she proceeded to do with an impish little smile.
"And now you have a famous girlfriend, Danny," Brett put in, elbowing Adam.
"Yeah, yeah," he admitted. Adam approved of Kara and me, but he still liked to be the protective older brother.
"I know," I said, blowing a kiss at her as I played with her boots, "I can be as lazy as I want and she'll take care of me with her rock star money."
"You don't get to be lazy with me, Daniel," she said sternly, a smile desperately trying to force its way onto her lips. Something in the way she said it made my mind flash to something a little different than being lazy. Suddenly there was an urge to rush her back to my dorm room right then and there. This was the last day of orientation and I planned on making the best of it.
"You don't mind if I steal your star, do you Adam?" I asked, looking from Kara to her brother. He looked behind him at the school staff beginning to pack up the speakers and wires.
"I suppose. We only have our instruments anyways," he replied. I smiled then turned to Kara, my eyes bright, holding my arms out for her to jump into.
"Noo," she giggled, "I reek."
"She is kinda ripe," Brett chuckled. Kara scowled and smacked him in the stomach.
"I don't care, c'mon," I prompted, opening and closing my hands.
"But, Danny," she whined.
I gave her a look and she sighed, slipping off the stage into my arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around my middle. In my opinion she smelled like water, if anything at all.
"Later fellas," I grinned over her shoulder before turning around to carry her out of the auditorium.
"Don't forget your guitar!" Adam reminded her.
"Oh!" she said, making to get out of my arms and go back for it. Instead, I backed up to the stage so she could grab the case her bother held out for her.
"Anything else?" I asked as she made eye contact while adjusting herself to compensate for the case.
"No," she smiled sheepishly.
I smiled, carrying her up and out of the auditorium and through the campus center towards the road. I made it halfway down the sidewalk towards the freshman quad, before I had to put her down. Mostly this was because I was out of shape from a lack of proper exercise, and partly because she could only stand being carried for so long before she started to fidget.
"What's the matter, Daniel, out of breath already?" she teased.
"Shh, don't tease. That freshman fifteen is coming on fast."
"How do you expect to keep up with me if you're already this tired?"
"Who said anything about keeping up with you?" I countered, smacking at her butt. Narrowly dodging my hand, she bounced around on the tips of her booted toes, still blatantly full of energy.
"Well, what are we going to do now then?" she shot back, jabbing at me with her guitar case.
"I don't know," I sighed, "I'm kinda tired."
She sighed disappointedly, "Oh well then, I was gonna let you fuck me, but if you're so tired I guess I can wait." She stopped and gave me an expectant look, waiting for my reply.
I narrowed my eyes, "Damn you, it's not fair that you can do this kind of thing to me."
"Oh stop whining, Daniel. Now, we're gonna go back to my dorm so I can shower and then we'll kick Eric out of your room." She was openly talking about this while we were walking through the quad, surrounded by fellow students, many of whom were already drunk. It was only ten o'clock the night before classes, and the after hour activities were already in full swing. There were four freshman dorm buildings situated in a rough square with the large quad in the middle. Kara lived in the far building while I lived in the one closest to the academic center.
I smiled, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling our hips together, "What's the point in taking a shower now when you're just going to get all dirty again?" I, unlike Kara, was more self-conscious about what I said in public so I spoke in a low voice.
She grinned, pleased by the thought of getting 'dirty'. "Because, I like smelling good."
I stopped her and gave her an incredulous look, "Are you serious?"
She pursed her lips in an effort not to smile, but couldn't hold it, "Shut up." We burst into a fit of giggles as she pulled me into her building and signed me in. She lived on the fourth floor, something I bitched about nonstop.
"Stop being such a baby," she admonished for the hundredth time, as she opened her door. The lights were off and it was quiet; her reaction to which was a moment of shock before I grabbed her around the waist and picked her up again.
"Danny, no! Just because they aren't here doesn't mean...mmff," she protested before I could silence her by planting my lips over hers. Her struggles were halfhearted and purely for show, because as soon as my lips locked with hers, she melted into me. Her guitar case thumped onto one of her roommate's beds as she clung to my head, pulling it harder against her own. Kara was really big into working out, be it running, kickboxing, dancing, Pilates and all kinds of other activities. As a result, her well toned legs nearly crushed the breath out of me.
"Uhhn, fuck the shower," she groaned, breaking away and biting at my lower lip. She went zero to sixty like that very easily.
"That's what I thought," I smiled, staggering up to her bed and trying to toss her onto it. She didn't go; her legs remaining tightly wrapped around my midsection so only the top half of her flopped onto the pink sheets. She was squeezing me hard, grinning as I pulled my shirt off and tossed it at her. Her legs tightened dramatically as my shirt landed on her face.
"Uhg, you're like that bitch from Goldeneye," I groaned.
"You callin' me a bitch, baby?" she purred, pulling me harder into her and digging the heels of her boots into me.
"A hot bitch?" I squeaked.
"That's right," she grinned, letting up a little bit enough for me to unlock her legs from around my waist and toss her completely on the bed.
She giggled as I followed; climbing on top of her and kissing her again as I struggled to get her little white shirt off.
"When are you going to learn how to take my clothes off properly?" She pushed me over and pulled her shirt off, tossing it away. She then rolled onto her side and started to take her boots off.
