"LUCAS!" Sam shouted as she and Katie stepped around the street corner. She wore one of her usual University of Washington t-shirts. She had an extensive collection because she always wore them when she worked out, which was every day except Monday.
"Sam! Shut up! I didn't tell you so you could be a walking advertisement!" Katie scolded her loud-mouthed roommate.
"Sorry," she said, looking around, "but, I mean, that is a bragging right. He is hot. The way he wears those jeans, he is practically begging to be thrown down and f-"
"Jesus, I seriously think you were born with the wrong set of chromosomes sometimes," Katie interjected before Sam could finish.
"Oh please, everyone thinks this way. I just say it out loud."
Katie shook her head in amusement, knowing Sam made that argument often. And while it wasn't entirely inaccurate, it wasn't entirely accurate either.
"Ugh," Katie sighed, "but how many other girls felt bragging rights? I'm just another number to him. Let's face it, Lucas doesn't normally go for girls like me. I get guys like Jason, Kevin, and Cedric."
"I have hated every guy you seriously dated," Sam pondered thoughtfully, "Kevin was a slob, Jason acted like he was 5 and just found his dick, and Cedric still hasn't found his dick."
Sam's way with words always impressed Katie, even from the very moment they met. It was by sheer luck that they happened to become roommates at all, too. They sat next to each other at the orientation for their Masters in Library Science program. Through the awkward ice breaker games that consisted of cataloging a series of cards, her and Sam got to talking. Sam needed a room while Katie found a place to rent, but needed a roommate.
When they thought they had it all mapped out, they happened upon a flyer asking for two roommates and offering ridiculously low rent. Katie forfeited her security deposit at the other place, and they moved in with the seemingly normal roommate, Maddy, that week. The rest was history.
"Yes, I know, we've spent many a night talking of each other's poor taste in men. Need I bring up George?" Katie asked, deliberately making Sam's eye twitch. Sam was weary of the male population as a whole because of George. She had started seeing someone new, which helped some, but she still carried a certain hostility toward men. It also never curbed her talking about men like they were sex meat on a hot dog stick. Yet, if one approached, they would be bombarded with sarcasm and indifference.
"Touche, asshole," Sam paused for a moment, then started jumping up and down, "so, all that aside, how was he?" Sam had a devilish smile on her face that made Katie both laugh and blush. "Come on! You can't hold this information back on me. You silently agreed to spill everything the moment you uttered his name."
Katie shook her head, "good Lord, you are sick. Living vicariously through my sexual conquests?" She knew she was stalling, avoiding the inevitable. Telling Sam everything was non-negotiable because she was incredibly persistent when she wanted something.
"I am unashamed about my perverted curiosity. Plus, the guy I'm seeing can't make me come, so I'm very much living vicariously through you. Now give me the goods, you hot piece of ass."
"Whoa, what?" Katie stopped and looked at Sam, "that guy can't make you come?"
Sam waved Katie off flippantly, "yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever, we'll get to that later. Enough about me."
"We will be circling to that later, missy," she said firmly, "now, as for Lucas. It was....fucking amazing." Katie exhaled, watching their coffee shop appear a few blocks down. Somehow this might be easier with some caffeine.
Before she could say another word, Katie froze in mid-step, her body unwilling to move another inch.
"Ok, now give me the details," Sam said, turning to the absence of Katie. She looked back at a face, frozen and pale. "What?" Sam's beautiful features contorted in confusion as she saw Katie near comatose.
Katie looked at Sam, and violently shoved her into an antique store. A loud bell rang, and an old woman's voice shouted, "Hello!"
"Katie, what the..."
"Lucas! He is going into OUR coffee place!" she groaned, "Great, now I can never go to our favorite coffee place. It's forever tainted." She sighed and cursed herself, "I'm never having another one nightstand. Great sex is not worth our sacred coffee place."
Katie and Sam jumped when the older woman cleared her throat. Yeah, she just heard that.
"Anything I can help you ladies with?" The older woman said with a less than approving tone. Her eyes seared into Katie as though she had a scarlet letter across her chest.
"Um, yes. I'm looking for a.....ummmm..." Katie searched for any word to come to her head, "a dressmaker's form. I've been looking all morning, and I can't find a good, used dressmaker's form."
The woman's eyes lit up, "Oh! Well, you are in luck, dear! I have a beautiful one just over here."
Sam looked at Katie in confusion, and all Katie could do was shrug.
The lady turned around and got lost in the abyss of old rocking chairs and tables with chipping paint. They promptly bolted out of the door and briskly walked away from the stuffy antique store. It was rude, but Katie wasn't about to be guilted into buying a dress form. But, then again, Maddy would have loved it.
"Is he gone?" Sam asked.
"I don't know! What if he is meeting someone there?"
"Relax," Sam said, "I will get our coffees, and you can think about all the hot sex you're about to describe in detail to your best friend and roommate."
Katie thanked whoever was looking down on the world that she had someone like Sam to deal with these situations.
As Sam left, Katie's mind wandered straight into last night's memories that she was trying so hard not to think about.
She padded barefoot out of the bathroom, the bedsheet sheet wrapped around her.
"Your bathroom is surprisingly clean for a guy's. Does your mother come to clean it?" She crawled onto the bed, clutching the sheet tight to her naked body. Her buzz was wearing off, along with the confidence in her naked form.
"No, surprisingly," he tugged at the sheet and pulled while Katie fought in vain, "you see, I had a master plan. I cleaned it beforehand because I knew you'd be coming home with me."
"Shut up! You did not!"
He finally stripped the sheet from her grasp, much to her chagrin, and threw it across the room. She scrambled off the bed to retrieve it, but he tackled and pinned her to the bed, his heavy, naked body pressed against her. Lucas buried his stubbled chin into her neck while she squealed and fought.
"That hurts!" She laughed while weakly fending him off. Somehow, she pushed him hard enough to make him fall off of the bed. A loud thump followed, and a low groan.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "Are you ok?" She couldn't see a thing as she looked over the edge of the bed. Suddenly, his hand gripped her arm and pulled her down on top of him. She toppled over, none too gracefully, onto him.
She started playfully pinching and lightly hitting while he fended her off.
"That was a dick move," she joked while they grappled.
