Okay, this is becoming weird, and not a little uncomfortable.
After my sexy late-night encounter with Dirk, I'd gone back to my room. J.T. was still up, while a half-sober Ray had stumbled in only moments ahead of me. Being somewhat shitfaced, Ray wasn't exactly shy in whooping it up over my tiny shorts and skimpy tank top.
"Whoa! Where's the party, and how come I wasn't invited?"
He literally burped it out, and I couldn't help but smirk.
"Nice. At least your eyes still seem to work. I'm not so sure how much longer we'll be able to say that about your liver."
"Fuck my liver! He's no fun!
That's
fun!" he said, pointing to my dramatic camel toe.
Glancing down, I realized I'd never bothered to pull my thin shorts from my pussy before returning to our room. I also noticed that at least my lips weren't still peeking out.
A laughing J.T. smacked my ass, then he yanked my shorts up to give me another thong wedgie. When I slapped at his hand, he pulled me down beside him on his bed. "Screw it," I giggled, leaning back against the wall to face them. Settling in with a bemused grin, I wrapped my arms around my raised knees.
"Didja have yourself a little accident there?" Ray sloshed out, pointing between my legs.
J.T. and I looked to where Ray was pointing. I smirked again, and J.T. gave me an accusing grin when we saw what was plainly a large wet spot on my shorts, right over the mouth of my pussy. Due to the way I was sitting, those tiny shorts were sucked directly into my drenched pussy. This time it was more like a g-string, with definite lippage peeking out on either side of the narrow strip of nylon.
Deciding to tease them, I subtly spread my legs.
"Ray, I know you're drunk and all," I smiled, "but you might want to learn to develop some sort of edit function between your brain and your mouth. It's really not polite to point at and talk about a girl's body like that."
"Huh? Since when? You've been running around here naked every night, and now I'm not allowed to talk about your body?"
"Yeah, what's up with that?" J.T. laughed. "And what's up with
that?
" he added gleefully, going right back to the sight of my obviously drooling pussy.
"What can I say? It's a hot book," I answered, holding up my vampire novel.
I really didn't want to get into the whole Dirk thing with them; not then, and maybe never.
Peeling off my top and shorts, I threw the top at J.T. and the soaked little shorts at Ray, who, in his drunken stupor, totally whiffed in his attempt to catch them. I climbed under the covers, laughing to myself over their hungry-dog looks when I bared my breasts and pussy to them.
"Good night, guys," I grinned.
A few minutes later the lights were off, and for the first time I let J.T. fuck me with Ray in the room. I was facing Ray while J.T. took me from behind, but it didn't matter since Ray was already sawing logs.
Really, though, none of that was the uncomfortable part. I'd quickly adjusted to doing whatever I wanted in their cozy little dorm room. Although I wasn't blatantly flaunting myself to Ray the way I had that first day, at least not every day, anyway, I had started dressing and behaving the same whether Ray was there or not.
No, the uncomfortable part came when we did our auditions for the play. First off, I quickly discovered that this wasn't merely an Off Broadway play, it was a waaaay Off Broadway play! Talk about low-budget, and what a crappy theater! Here I was, imagining myself in a slightly smaller scale
Phantom of the Opera.
Instead, this place was off of some alleyway in Times Square. The theater only held maybe a few hundred people. Still, it was a professional play, and if I landed the part I would at least have that on my résumé, along with a little extra spending money.
The initial thing that made it difficult was when Katherine politely let J.T. know she wouldn't be able to use him in the play. He was definitely bummed about it, although he seemed genuinely happy for me when Katherine said she was excited about my potential.
Things really got weird at my second audition, a couple of days later. J.T. came along again, and holy shit but was his face something to behold when Dirk walked through those double doors.
Poor J.T., he looked like someone had just run over his dog.
Katherine waited until we were all together before telling us the game plan. "Jen, I want to try having you do a scene with Dirk here. Dirk, this is Jen. Jen...Dirk."
"No need for introductions," Dirk said. "We went to the same high school. We've already done a couple of plays together."
"Excellent!" said the always bubbly, hyper-enthusiastic Katherine. "You guys should have no problem then getting comfortable with each other!"
Long story short, I got the part, and so did Dirk. During the cab ride back to our dorm, that's when things really became uncomfortable.
"I fucking can't believe it. I cannot believe this shit. That asshole!" J.T. exclaimed, positively fuming.
"What's the big deal? It's not like you ever really cared about being in this thing," I offered, playing dumb.
"You're right, I really don't care. I never thought they were gonna pick me anyway. I'm no actor, and I don't look anything like Clapton. I know that. It's him! Dirk! You know how much I hate that guy! Goddammit, I can't believe it! No matter what I do, I just can't get away from that fucker! First he gets my position on the football team. Now he's going to fuck my girlfriend again!"
This was the angriest I had ever seen J.T. It was also the most honest I'd ever seen him.
I tried to soothe his ego a bit...
"Again? J.T., you're the only person I've ever fucked. What's this 'again' stuff? It's a play. It's only acting. Whatever they have us do, you know it won't be real. Come on, I'm pretty sure we're not going to be doing any actual fucking."
That's when J.T. broke down and told me his side of what happened in high school with his girlfriend, the one he said Dirk stole from him. I have to say, it was really nice to see him being a little honest with me for once.
