This story is entirely the product of my fevered imagination. Characters are over the age of 18.
Because of some class choices I had made my first quarter at New American University, I was able to begin taking the Herb Pharmacopeia series of classes; a fact that Mendez was vocally jealous about. Wanting to have more free time during the week, I chose to have all my classes for this quarter on Tuesday and Wednesday, so I was able to take both of the Pharmacopeia classes offered as they both met on Wednesday. The first in the afternoon, and the second in the evening.
For the evening class, Herb Pharmacopeia Three, I decided that I liked to sit in the middle row of tables, about halfway back from the front of the room. From the first day, a pair of women sat at the table directly in front of me, and from that first day I thought of them as the Opposite Girls. The tall one was blonde with what seemed to be very large breasts, while the brunette was shorter with much smaller breasts. Admittedly those were the first differences I noticed about these two, but what I noticed next were their similarities. They seemed to be very good friends, chatting enthusiastically as they came into class, and whispering with their heads together at the class breaks.
The third week of class, while is sat in my usual place, eating an overpriced salad I had purchased from a nearby high-end grocery store, The Girls sat down in their usual seats in front of me.
"That looks good," the tall blonde said, nodding at my salad.
"It's pretty good," I said in a non-comital tone.
The tall blonde turned in her seat to face me and said, "I'm Moira, and this is Lisa," indicating her brunette friend.
I'm Adam," I said, smiling and hoping that there wasn't too much kale in my teeth.
"Nice to meet you, Adam," Lisa said as she also turned to face me across my table. "how long have you been going here? I haven't seen you around before."
"Yeah, this is my second quarter, so I'm pretty new on campus," I told her.
"How do you like it?" Moira asked.
"Pretty good so far," I said.
"That's good. It's nice to have another guy around the school," Moira said chuckling a little. "It's mostly women here and I think that this place benefits from some masculine energy. Yin-Yang and all that."
Lisa laughed at her friend's assertion and playfully swatted at Moira's forearm, "Don't scare the guy, Moi. Adam, I promise that we're not all crazy—like this one."
"Well, if she's your definition of crazy, then I think that I'll be just fine here," I said to Lisa chuckling while I got up from my chair to go throw the empty salad container away in the hall.
Professor Chu, the herbal medicine teacher, walked into the classroom just before I did and the class began, which ended my conversation with Lisa and Moira for the moment.
After an hour of instruction, the class was allowed a short break, and both Moira and Lisa turned back to face me again. This time they actually turned their chairs, so that they both faced me full on.
"So, Adam, what are you into—what do you do with your spare time?" Moira asked.
"Nothing too spectacular, really. I like to work out. I do a little trail running on the weekends. Some martial arts training during the week. I mean when I'm not in class or working. Other than that, there's nothing that really stands out, I suppose."
"Oh!" said Moira, looking as Lisa, "Humble and cute." This earned her another slap on her forearm from Lisa.
"How about yourselves?" I asked the both of them.
"Well, like about ninety-percent of the people here we're really into yoga and I like to belly dance. I've been trying to get Moira to come along, but I think she's scared," said Lisa.
"I told you that you should quit that class and that we should both take that pole dancing class," Moira responded.
"What's pole dancing?" I asked, bemused by the pace of the conversation.
"You ever been to a strip club? It's what the dancers do up on stage with that pole. All the tricks and stuff," Moira informed my excitedly.
"Oh! I had no idea that they taught classes for that kinda thing," I responded.
"it's supposed to be a great work out and it looks like a lot of fun. Who doesn't like strip clubs?" Moira told me.
"Moi, come on! Guys like strip clubs 'cause of boobies, and girls like strip clubs 'cause guys do. We've been over this!" Lisa interjected.
Our chat was interrupted again by Professor Chu starting the class again, as we continued our exploration of the Blood Regulating herbs; a huge and very complicated category of Chinese medicine—so, the next two hours where taken up by this category and there were no more breaks.
Before I packed my books and notes, I sat back in my chair and sighed heavily as I surveyed the mess I had created trying to annotate all of Professor Chu's points and distinctions about those herbs. I knew that I had at least another hour of work ahead of me re-copying those notes in order to be able to make any sense of them.
I looked up from that mess, and saw Lisa standing in front of me smiling, her bag was slung over her shoulder like she was ready to leave. Moira had already crossed the room to the door, but had looked back to find Lisa when she realized that she wasn't with her.
"Adam, what are you doing right now?" Lisa asked. "Any plans?"
"Other than trying to make sense out of all this," I said as I gestured at the scrawled mess on the table in front of me. "Nothing. What's up?"
"Wanna come back to our place for a beer? We're only up the street a couple of blocks," Lisa told me.
"That sounds pretty good," I told her as I gathered all my stuff into my backpack.
Once we had walked down the stairs and out of the courtyard of the business complex that housed the New American University of Chinese Medicine and began walking north, Moira stepped close to me and wrapped her right arm around my left.
"It's nice to have a male to escort us home after a night class, for once," she said with a teasing lilt in her voice.
"Moi! It's hardly even dark out, we're in West LA, and you're going to scare Adam," Lisa admonished her friend.
"He doesn't mind. Why would he mind a pretty woman hanging off of his arm," Moira responded as we crossed a street.
"So, how did you two meet?" I asked, hoping to change the subject and stop their playful bickering.
"We met in a yoga class about three years ago," Lisa said, "and I haven't been able to get rid of her since."
"Tell her the whole story, Lisa. Tell him about Santo," Moira told her friend, as she leaned slightly in front me to make contact with her friend.
"Santo," Lisa said breathily.
"He was this guy in our class, and he was stunning. Tall, dark, with long eyelashes and absolutely no body fat. All lean muscle and charm. He moved like a large cat and oozed sex," Moira filled in the details on Lisa's breathy statement.
"Yeah," Lisa said, "too bad his personality was complete crap."
"We found out that he was trying to sleep with the both of us. And when we found out, he tried to talk us into a threesome, or some shit," Moira told me.
"He wanted us to be 'polyamorous', whatever that is," Lisa corrected.
"Wow, that's crazy," I said, lacking any other response.
"Yeah, so we chose to hang out with each other and cut him out entirely, and that's how we wound-up as roommates," Lisa said.
"And, speaking of roommates, her we are," Moira said indicating the walkway of a white building, set back from the street with a small rectangle of grass and a mid-sized ginko tree growing near the building's front.
I followed the pair down the walkway to the second stairway on the right, up three stairs and, after Lisa unlocked the door, into their apartment.
It was clear that this was an older building that the other ones on the block, and this apartment reflected this fact. Hardwood floors, crown moldings and built-in book shelves in the narrow, rectangular living room area with nearly floor-to-ceiling casement windows. Under the bookshelf, the lower shelf of which was set up as a sort of altar with candles, crystals and small statues of a seated figure with an elephant's head and another with many arms dancing, was an overstuffed sofa. Over by the windows there was a long, low, wide bench upholstered in gray cloth and a number of pillows and small blankets artfully arranged on it.
I sat on the couch while Lisa and Moira went about the little tasks of getting home. Both of them disappeared into the back of the apartment to drop their bags, take off their shoes and such-like.
After several minutes, Moira came back through the living room and into the kitchen, opened the fridge and said, "Let's see what we can offer you, Adam."
"I'll take that beer I was offered," I told her.
Sitting on the sofa, I could see into the kitchen and I took advantage of my vantage point to admire the shape of Moira's ass as she bent over to look into the fridge. Moira stood at least six-feet tall, and with her long blonde hair, blue eyes and pale complexion, all she needed was a steel bra to be an extra in a Wagner opera. Her breasts were large, even for her tall frame and wide shoulders (I later read her bra size off a label, and it said 34DD) and her hips, which were slightly wider than her shoulders, gave her that clichéd Coke-bottle shape. Being so tall, her limbs were both long and toned—with well-defined muscles from her yoga practice.
Moira had changed into an pastel yellow, spaghetti-strapped tank top and a pair of loose fitting shorts; a pair of blue men's boxers with the elastic waistband rolled down to synch them around her hips. As she was bent over, with her legs unselfconsciously crossed one-over-the-other and her knees locked, her ass was particularly on display. Her ass was round, perky and protruded nicely upward from the slight downward curve of her low back.
My reverie was interrupted by Lisa's return to the living room. Lisa had also changed her clothes. She also wore shorts, hers made out of cut-off grey sweatpants, and a black t-shirt with the collar and sleeves cut off. Shorter than her roommate, at about five-five, Lisa's hair was a mousy brown that hung almost to the top of her butt. Her eyes were also brown; an iridescent brown that changed hue slightly depending on the light. Unlike the peaches-and-cream complexion of Moira, Lisa's skin was slightly darker, naturally tanned and sun-kissed. Like her roommate Lisa's arms and legs were also long with well-defined muscles. Her narrow waist emphasized the breadth of her relatively narrow hips and gave a nice contrast to the round bubble of her buttocks.
