All content copyright 2012 Ted Szabo
This is part 5 of a longer work, "Brick House,"
Chapter 6
By the time the local leaves had completed trial separations with their deciduous significant others, presumably moving on to formal divorce proceedings, Kate and I were an official couple. With our heavy academic loads and my job at the computing center there were lengthy stretches during which we didn't see much of one another but we hung out as much as our schedules allowed. The two spoke at length about the distinctive "lifestyle" led by my roommates and myself (not really that distinctive I supposed, since I knew of fair number of other student households where college kids were as just uninhibited as Dean, Al, and I), and Kate made it clear she had to go with the flow as much as possible, pretty much coming around to point of view that we were at a point in our lives where putting aside some social conventions for the sake of convenience made a certain amount of sense.
"Really, why should we deny ourselves the ability to deal with basic physical needs?" Kate told me at one point. "Look at Alicia. How much happier would that girl be if she allowed herself some occasional time between the sheets with an attentive guy? And if she were in a better mood, that dorm room would just be one hell of a lot more pleasant place to be."
"Remember, it cuts both ways though," I responded. "If you and Alicia did, in theory, have an arrangement more like we have over at my place, you'd have to put up with the sounds, and to some degree the sights, of her
in flagrante delicto
, and you'd have to deal with seeing whatever guest she had over dressing and undressing in plain sight."
"Well," Kate said thoughtfully, "I truthfully think it would be better than the situation we're in now, where Alicia acts nasty and uptight all the time and you can't even give me a hug when you visit. Just so her boy toy kept his hands, and his other things, to himself, I think I could deal with it. I could just put on some headphones when I needed some acoustic respite, the same way you do when the other guys are humping. Being over at your apartment on a regular basis has kind of desensitized me to that sort of thing, I think."
"I'm glad you've decided to come on over the dark side, hon," I answered with a grin. "I like being with you physically—a lot. I'm really glad it's something we'll be able to do on a regular basis."
"Well, me too. I guess you're a pretty good lay," Kate said, returning my smile. "At least average, anyway. Satisfactory. C minus."
I guffawed, trying to compose a worthy comeback but failing completely.
"Seriously Ted," said Kate, continuing. "It's our senior year. We have a lot to look forward to after graduation but our lives will be more—circumscribed, I guess you could say—defined by greater and greater degrees of obligation and accountability."
"See, that's exactly how the guys and I look at it. If we're going to act crazy, go a little nuts, this is when we need to do it. We wait—we hold back, and the season will pass before we know it."
"Exactly. When I look back on this time someday I want to shake my head a little, thinking about what a wild child I was and what fun I had. If I mostly just remember studying and tests... it's going to suck."
I pretended my attention had wandered, and I had heard only the last part Kate's statement.