Near midterms, the student body gets a little stir crazy. Well, certainly the freshmen seemed to be anyway.
Jen was struggling in French but found the rest of her Humanities courses very easy. Philosophy was very stimulating, especially looking at her gorgeous professor each day, and she had two friends in Creative Writing. Veronica, her auburn-haired roommate, transferred into the class just before Drop/Add ended, and Brenda who was a really sweet girl from 2nd floor Holt.
Class time was practically the only time that they saw each other anymore, ever since Veronica started fucking her new boyfriend, Pete, on a more or less regular basis. Five or six nights a week, the studly Pete had Veronica at his apartment and the rest of the time she was filling Jen in on all the juicy, lurid details. Jen's room was never dull what with the constant traffic of girls from down the hall visiting, but sometimes Jen wished that she had Veronica's wild side, especially at night alone.
Brenda and Jen had begun to meet at the library and occasionally at the local deli after classes. Both were naturally introverted and each delighted to have found a kindred spirit. During their first party on campus, they had participated in an intimate game of Truth or Dare inwhich Brenda had secretly watched Jen have her first sexual experience. Jen didn't know if they had bonded so well because of this, or in spite of it. Either way, they never talked of it.
Jen's partner in that playful escapade was slowly becoming a bigger part of her life as well. She had spent nearly a month flirting with Andy whenever possible. They talked on the phone almost daily, met on weekends, and studied together whenever possible. She had even slept illegally in his dormroom one night when she stayed over a little past curfew, much to his roommate's displeasure.
Slowly they were starting to find places to sneak off together. Still, they hadn't gone all the way. She wasn't sure just why, maybe it was her promise to her mother many years back that she would wait for marriage. But she didn't seem to have the same hangup with oral sex; they'd even mutually masturbated once in her room. She still told herself, however, it was because he hadn't just come out and asked her for it. But boy, was she ready.
The Friday of her last midterm exam she actually hadn't seen Andy for three full days due to his Calculus and Chemistry exams. Such a typical scholarship student, she thought, even the possibility making out didn't keep him from cramming before a test. But she was planning on making up for it over the weekend. His uptight roommate was going home for that weekend and they would have his dorm to themselves. Hopefully, this was the time for him to make the move she had been fantasizing about.
Waiting for him to get out of class, Jen came back to her dorm to find a note that Veronica would be out all night. Changing into jeans, Jen heard a knock at the door and found Brenda at the doorway almost in tears.
"Oh no, don't tell me. Biology?"
"Yes, I... I think... I'm sure I blew it." Brenda sniffed and fought back a tear trying to smile. "I guess maybe I should throw myself at the mercy of my T.A."
Jen gave her hug and pulled her into the room. "No, no. You probably did fine. Wait and see if you failed first, before you agree to do him. There's always Finals to worry about."
They laughed and agreed to not mention school for the rest of the weekend. Brenda sat on the bed slowly recovering and helping Jen pick out tops for going out. Trying things on in front of her friend didn't make Jen uncomfortable at all, but when she removed her bra to try on a strapless silk blouse, Brenda seemed to get uncomfortable. She had occasionally looked that way around Andy too, Jen thought, but put the matter out of her mind when the phone rang.
"Hey cutie, how were your tests?"
"We've promised not to talk about those," Jen looked over at Brenda and smiled. "So I can't ask you either."
"Rough, but over. Who's we?"
"Brenda came over. She's fucking her Biology teacher next week and wanted to get some pointers." She stuck her tongue out at Brenda giggling on the bed.
"Lucky guy. She wanna go out with us tonight? My friend, Bob, you know, the baseball guy. He was thinking we could sneak into Herky Jerky's if we went early..."
"Bob, huh?" Jen didn't like Bob. He was a typical jock, which meant typical asshole to her. Still, he was hunky and Brenda needed a pickme up. "You're on, we'll meet you there at six."
Brenda pretended to protest, but soon they were down in her room picking out clothes and trying makeup combinations. Jen noticed that Brenda was modest when changing, but had several posters on her wall of seminude men. A closet sex fiend, she thought. They really were partners in crime.
The group didn't get into Herky Jerky's, or O'Malley Pub, or even into The Beer Bucket. Neither Jen nor Brenda had ever seen a fake ID, and Andy's was so bad it was almost confiscated. Finally, they had to send Bob into Walgreens to buy them beer and some Coke for the rum back at the dormroom.
Bob and Brenda didn't hit it off but were sociable, especially when the girls beat the pants off of the guys in Quarters. It didn't help that the boys made side bets of shotgunning beers and soon were three sheets while the girls made fun of them. After two games of rum-n-coke trivial pursuit, won by the girls, and an uproarious game of Indian poker, won by the girls, Bob actually wandered off down the hall of Andy's dorm to find more beer. Still, neither Jen nor Brenda were disappointed that he didn't come back.
Andy was a hoot. He was slurring his words and beginning to look very droopy eyed. Jen leaned over to Brenda and whispered, "No sleep for two days" when he began humming Village People tunes. Before they knew it, the girls were alone playing cards, sipping on their drinks, with Andy passed out on the bed before them.
"Men. Can't hold their hooch," Brenda deadpanned.
"If I drank that much, I'd be dead. Question is, what do we do to him?" Jenny grinned and turned, looking at Andy lying on his back.
"What color nail polish do you think he likes?"
"You wouldn't..."
"Nope, but you could. And wouldn't even get in trouble. Let's just say I dare you." Brenda looked over at Andy, then back to Jen. She flipped her a bottle of Mayflower Rose from her bag.
After a rather delicate application of nail polish to his left hand without a hitch, Jen found it difficult to do the nails of his right without straddling her sleeping boyfriend. Several times his hand moved, including one big swipe above his lip and across his comforter. Stifling laughter, the girls delighted in the wide red swath drying over his upper lip as Jen finished the manicure. Crawling off him, she thought she felt the bulge in his jeans shift. Turning quickly to see if he was awake, she saw him lightly snoring and took her place next to Brenda in the floor.
Turning up the last of her drink, Brenda asked her if she wanted to play another game. Jen thought about it and then turned to face her friend.
