For most, college life is either damnation or salvation; for the rest, it's just time. For Julie Richardson and Julia Roberts, college started as one, and ended with both.
Julie and Julia had met in the sixth grade, after Julie had moved into town from California. She was somewhat typical of what one would think of a girl from California, years ago; blond, lots of leg and chest, and more than a little crazy. Julia, like the actress she was given her first name for, had brown curls and, when she was passionate about something, was really passionate about it. She was little crazy like Julie, but more in a midwestern way, where it lurked below the surface, coming up every once in a while.
Seeing as how they're names were so similar, and their last names were so close together, they were almost always together. They both effectively picked up behaviours from one another, so, before too long, Julie's craziness lurked below the surface, and Julia's passions became less defined. Their styles of dress, too, mingled, with both wearing conservative clothes at home, and less so while away.
You might expect that the girls would often get into trouble because of their ways. However, while Julie was often in a spot of trouble the first year or so, Julia effectively ended that. That's not to say that they wouldn't do things that would get them in trouble, rather that they just began doing it smart enough that Julie stopped getting caught, and Julia never got caught. In particular, they did the most damage outside of school.
The clearest example was shortly after Julie had turned 18. It was June, right after graduation, and before anyone needed to think about moving off to college quite yet. Julia had already turned 18 in January, so much of the male population had been waiting for Julie to finally turn 18.
The girls had jumped into the Toyota Matrix that they owned together, and headed the 30 miles to the nearest college. Craig, a guy that worked at the local grocery, and who they had both teased in their younger years, had invited them to a party that was being held by one of the smaller frats. They knew that if they weren't careful, it could turn into trouble, but they had taken care of themselves and each other this long, so off they went.
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They had both decided to go in similar dress. They both wore knee-long skirts, grey, which nonetheless were tight enough to show off the curves of their ass, and which would make any long-distance running into a task, and dark blue dress shirts, with six buttons up the front. They finished this off with black slippers. They differed in hair styles, with Julie doing her hair in two pig-tails, while Juila went for a single pony-tail.
As they drove down the addresses street, they had some difficulty determining which house was the frat, until they had already passed it. If a party was going on, no one on the street would have known. They decided to park where they had stopped, which was about a block away. They were lucky enough to park on a corner, which meant that they'd at least have little trouble getting out when they decided to leave.
As they made their way up the stairs onto the elevated porch, they could begin to hear music issuing from an open first floor door. They headed over to it, only to jump back when the door opened before them.
"Welcome ... ladies. Can I help you?" He was pretty average looking guy, with short brown hair and glasses. He seemed equally surprised to see them as they had to have the door open so suddenly.
"Well," Julia began, "we're looking for a guy named Craig."
"Craig's in back." He moved inside a bit, and jerked a hand towards the inside of the house." Just follow this hall all the way back and you'll hit the kitchen."
"Thanks." Julia entered first, slipping by the guy. He seemed alright, Julia thought, but obviously a little nervous to be around them. Julie followed, but let a hand caress the guy's leg; Julie's motto had always been that it was never too early to start flirting.
"I'm Kris, by the way." He had gained a bit of courage, and started following after them. "So if you need anything, you just ask me."
Julie turned and smiled back at him. "Alright sweets." She turned away, but not before he had stopped and the grin had taken up much of his face. The night hadn't even started yet and she already had one point.
They continued down the hall into the kitchen.
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As they passed under the doorway, they could finally see why they hadn't heard any music until now. Counting Kris, it looked like there were only five guys here; they had clearly shown up way too early. Like Kris, the four guys that looked up seemed equally surprised to see them. They smiled at each in turn.
They noticed Craig over by the fridge, and made their way over to him.
"I guess we're early, huh?"
Craig's head came up. "Hi Julie." He turned, grinning. "I'm glad you both could make it." He gestered with one hand towards the four guys, rattling off names; all-in-all, a pretty average looking group. "We're the only ones here now, but, yeah, it's early. We didn't say we'd start until 8, so that means most people won't show up until 9:30 or so." He raised his left hand, bringing up a strainer from the sink. "That gives us some time to eat."
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By the time they finished the salad and soups, it was a little after 8. The girls had effectively evened out their points, with the guys falling for one after the other in quick succession. It seemed to be a more 'brainy' bunch, so the college-level courses the girls had taken in high school did much to make them look that much better.
A few more guys had shown up, one of which left after taking a look at the group already there, but the rest had paid their five dollars and made their way into the living room to start drinking. The girls pretty much kept to the kitchen, since the other guys seemed to be the kind of guys that just went to these to get cheap alcohol.
Shortly after 9, the guy who had came and left came back, and made his way into the kitchen. He seemed like a natural runner - tall with long legs. His shock of red hair, and freckles, made him easy to recognize. The girls glanced at each other. He was slightly above the crew that was here, so he would be one of their targets tonight, if he stuck around.
He glanced over the group in the kitchen and pulled out some ones. "Who do I pay?"
One of the guys, who's name they had forgotten, spoke up. "Kris is down the hall with cups. It's $5."
Julia crossed her legs at the ankles. Seeing this sign, Julie stood up and made her way out of the kitchen. "I guess I'll get started too."
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As Julie cleared the kitchen, she saw the red-headed boy stopped and sending a text message on his phone. She slipped past him towards Kris. She gave him a big smile and he returned a grin. "One cup please, Kris."
He pulled out a plastic cup. "Here you go Julie, this is on me tonight."
She took the cup and smiled even more. "You are so sweet Kris." She stepped closer and spoke quietly. "Once you ditch this job and the place is more active, I'll return the deed with a dance." She winked.
As she stepped away she saw the red-headed boy closing his phone and make this way past her to Kris. She moved back towards the living room, and began to fill her cup. She positioned herself so that she was bending at the waist, pointing her ass towards the doorway. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the other men in the room look in her direction.
She took her time filling her cup, waiting for her real target.
She had almost given up hope when she saw him pass around her to her right.
He put a hand on her's, pressing down and speeding up the flow of beer into her cup. "I'm Kevin."
She looked up and met his eyes, with innocence. "I'm Julie." Her cup was filled, so she slowly straightened herself out.
Kevin knelt before the keg, and began to fill his cup. His eyes went straight to his work. "You know what Julie?"
"Not yet." She smile as he turned his head and grinned.
"Good answer." His eyes went back down as he filled his cup. Once filled, he stayed knelt as he ended his pause. "I don't think you're 21." He raised his eyes back up.
She grinned and bent down towards him. She whispered, "I'm not."
He matched her volume. "I don't think your friend is either."
"She's not."
"How old are you girls?"
"18." She grinned; he was almost her point.