"There are some tissues up at the front desk that you can use to get the rest of that off,"
I explained as I strode past her to lead the way. When I turned, my eyes spotted another glob of goo on the floor where that guy had been standing. Oh, shit.
I handed the big chested blonde a few tissues when I got to the front desk. I checked the clock and saw it was 9:50.
"Ten minutes 'til closing time," I announced to the students still in the library.
I then went into the men's bathroom and grabbed a bunch of brown paper towels, the cheap kind that seem particularly ill-suited for their appointed task of absorbing water. I wet a few before heading back to the stacks. I cleaned the cum off the floor and deposited the dirty paper towels in the men's bathroom trash bin where I hoped Ms. Goodman would be least likely to find it.
Now it was almost ten, so I made the rounds one more time to make sure there was no one left in the library, even checking both bathrooms. The place was entirely empty by the time the campus security officer showed up and I loaded my backpack and headed for Tina's house.
***
The lights were on when I let myself in, but I saw and heard no sign of Tina. I carefully checked the downstairs rooms, wondering if I'd find her dressed or not. I secretly hoped she wasn't.
I heard Tina's and another woman's voice coming from behind the door to her room when I got to the top of the stairs. There was also a lot of giggling.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and a strange naked girl nearly ran into me.
"EEEK!" she screamed. / "YAAH!" I yelled at the same time.
"Who are you?" We both said in unison. She tried to cover her breasts and her crotch with her hands and arms as she spoke.
"What's going on—Oh," Tina called from the doorway to her room. She was also naked, and her hair was completely out of place. She giggled when she saw us.
"Tina, who the hell is he?" the naked stranger demanded. Her light brown hair was in a long, slightly out-of-place French braid in the back, and I picked up a distinctly musky aroma of what I guessed was coming from beneath the hand covering her crotch.
"Um, excuse me," I said and turned towards my bedroom.
Tina chuckled. "Ross, wait. Shit, we must have lost track of the time. Lezzie, let me introduce you to Ross, my cousin on my mother's side. His real name is Edward, but everyone calls him by his middle name. Ross is staying with me while he's in school this year. Ross, this is my friend Leslie Littlefield, or 'Lezzie' as I like to call her," Tina teased.
"You know I don't like to be called that—at least not in front of guys," she grumbled, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Uh, nice to meet you, Leslie," I said, instinctively reaching out my hand for a handshake before quickly withdrawing it, realizing that she was unlikely to uncover her breasts or crotch to shake my hand.
Leslie ignored me and turned to Tina. "You could have warned me that you had a guy staying here with you!" she said angrily.
"Sorry, I—I'll just go to my room," I mumbled as I fled in the other direction. Behind me I heard Tina giggling while Leslie shut the door to the bathroom.
Inside my room, I took out and organized all the books and materials I bought at the bookstore. Tomorrow was class on Advance Forensics, and I started reading the text to be ready. About half an hour later, I heard a rap on the door.
"Are you decent? Can I come in?" Tina asked, peering inside.
"You can come in," I replied, looking up.
Of course, she was naked. She had fixed her hair a bit, but she had that same distinctive odor I detected on Leslie earlier.
"I was hoping to catch you whacking off," she joked, as she sat down on my bed with her legs parted. That gave me a good look at her shaved pussy. Her labia were red and swollen and her inner lips could be clearly seen and were glistening with moisture.
"What do you want?" I tried not to stare, but that proved too difficult. How could I keep my composure when my supermodel cousin was exposing herself on my bed?
"I just wanted to see if you were okay. I'm sorry about what happened with Leslie. I mean, I'm not
really
sorry, but I probably should have warned you or left you a note of something," she replied.
"Is she your lover?"
Tina gave me a funny look.
"Well . . . sort of. It's more of a casual sex thing."
"Are you . . . are you gay?"
Tina burst into laughter. "Me, gay?" she asked wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, "Fuck no. Do I look like I'm gay?"
She spread her arms wide, giving me a full-frontal view of the whole picture. I had already "adjusted" myself once after my near collision with Leslie, but now the bulge at the front of my pants was getting uncomfortable again. I squirmed in my chair and slid the textbook down to my lap to hide my arousal.
"No. It's just that seeing you and Leslie, um ..." my voice trailed off.
"I'm bi, Ross. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Oh, no! What you do in private is your own business. I'm not going to judge," I flustered, although I knew that my religious parents wouldn't approve.
"What about if it's not so private?" she asked smirking.
"Well, that's not what . . . I mean it's fine . . . If you want to . . . I won't—Oh, crap! You're messing with me again, aren't you?" I felt my face getting warm.
She burst into laughter. "Sorry, but you're just too easy."
The she put a more serious expression on her face. "Let me give you an 'apology hug' and allow you to get back to your studies," she said standing up and holding her arms out.
I was wary of her motives. Was this another tease? Besides, I had never been hugged by a naked woman and a supermodel to boot. I decided to take her sincerity at face value. After all, she was giving me a place to stay rent-free.
"Um, sure," I replied, as I stood up, hoping she wouldn't notice the growing bulge.
She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"No hard feelings? Oh . . . except for this one," she giggled as she rubbed her hand against the front my pants.
"TINA!"
"You're too easy," she giggled as she broke the embrace and turned towards the door.
"Can I ask you for something?" I called before she left.
Her face erupted in an excited grin. "It's about time! I couldn't have been more obvi--" she started as she moved back into the room.
"Can I have a little privacy during my shower?"
A stunned look of disappointment crossed her face.
"I'll think about it," she replied as she left the room.
*****
Tuesday, November 28
"Mousey. That's what everyone calls me. No one ever calls me Bailie," I thought to myself as I braced against the northern wind. My nose and ears stung from the frigid air, which felt even colder with the wind chill.
The wind seemed to cut through my jacket as I bent forward and pushed against the icy gusts. The jacket was way too thin for winter weather, even with a sweater and sweatshirt layered underneath. But at least it was somewhat windproof, although this wind seemed to find ways of slicing through it. I remember thinking how lucky I was to have found it in the thrift shop at the time. Too bad I couldn't find a decent pair of winter gloves there, too. I kept my hands in my pockets to keep them warm, resisting the urge to check my phone for the time. I didn't need to look to know I was running late for class, thanks to Gary.
My alcoholic stepfather. He's rarely seen without a can of beer in his hand, even in my earliest memories of him. And he's an ugly drunk. I still carry memories of how physically and verbally abusive he was to my mother when she was alive. After she died, he started taking those abuses out on me.
That's why I was late this morning. I wanted to sneak out of the house before he woke up, but in picking up the trash and empty beer cans he left scattered all over the floor, I found his vomit and piss there as well. I cleaned that up before the smell set in and the landlord kicked us out.
Today was Tuesday and I especially didn't want to be late for my first class, Advanced Forensics. I have always wanted to be a forensics lab technician ever since I first watched NCIS as a little girl. I was enamored with Pauley Perrette, the woman who played Abby Sciuto. She was smart, pretty, and hardworking, but most of all, she was cool. I wanted to be just like her, especially the tattoos. I even thought about getting one myself, except Gary would never allow it. Besides, I couldn't afford it. I'll never cool, only mousey, just like everyone says.
There was a slight break in the wind gusts, so I ran towards the campus to make up time. Some of the buildings were a little taller and positioned perfectly to block the wind on the way to the science center where my class was held. I adjusted my heavy backpack to keep it from slipping off my shoulder as I ran.
"You made it just in time Miss Mousseux," Professor Talisman said in his gravelly voice, as I walked through the door. "Please take a seat and we can begin."
Professor Eugene Talisman looked to be in his late 50's with his thinning black hair turning gray, the same color as his short beard. He was remarkably sharp and kept up with the latest in forensic technology. Most students were put off by his abruptness and his habit of lecturing in an expressionless monotone that seemed to drone on and on as if he was totally bored with the material. It also didn't help that his Tuesday and Thursday classes started at 8 AM and were two hours long. But to me he was the gatekeeper to my dream of being the next Abby Sciuto.
