"Oh my gawd Mia! Is that all?" Trisha practically shouted.
"What? Its nice, its a great place to get to know each other, a lot better than a movie for a first date, you can't even talk there." I answered
"No! I mean, you kiss them good night? That's all? Don't you like any of them?"
"I told you, I like a lot of them, its just, well, they never seem to want to go out with me again." I said.
Trish and I had just made the cheer squad as freshmen at our university. Before try-outs, we had never met, but were fast becoming close friends as the only freshmen on the team. The team was coed, but none of the freshmen guys made it, and only Trish and I of the girls. I was on an academic scholarship anyway, but the only extracurricular things I enjoyed were cheer and golf. I wasn't very good at golf, my handicap was, well my swing and my putting. Okay, it was a 15. If I got a mulligan per side. And I was having a really good day.
Cheer on the other hand I was pretty good at. Not good enough for one of the teams competing nationally, but still, solid. This was confirmed after three days of tryouts focusing on gymnastics/tumbling, dance and stunting when Trish and I were told we had made it. Trish was a cute little mocha skinned African American with a dazzling smile and bubbling personality. I was a tall, 5'11" Asian American with long black hair, and a tiny waist, hips, and unfortunately, boobs. On a good day when I felt crampy and bloated I was a solid B cup. As we sat together having a late lunch following the announcements we got to know each other even more than we had during them. She was a lot of fun and I had finally made a friend here.
We talked about everything, where we had gone to high school (her an hour up the interstate, me two hours by air two states away), our majors (hers education and art, mine engineering, probably aerospace) and of course guys. It was this conversation that had brought the outburst from her. I was about to find out we had completely different perspectives on dating.
I was adopted when my birth parents left me at an orphanage in Korea. My parents, my real ones, the ones that adopted me, raised me from about three months old. I never knew my biological ones, and have no need to. DNA says I am half African, half Korean, so in all likelihood my father was a GI and my mother a local girl. This is not uncommon. I was raised by a nice protestant couple who took me in with their three sons. Mom had always wanted a daughter but after three boys the doctors told her it was probably not wise to try again. She was tiny, at least a foot shorter than me, but with smile so huge one would never notice. My older brothers were very protective of me throughout school, and I had only one real boyfriend, Mark, my senior year. I was raised in church to save sex for marriage, but even my mom and dad thought that was antiquated. They did caution me about sex and being ready for it, and throughout school I was more focused on grades anyway. To help regulate my periods and clear my skin up, and probably because she recognized that even good girls get hot and bothered, when I was fifteen mom took me to get the pill, so I was ready in the sense of taking birth control, but I guess I had never gotten ready for, or ever grown up to a point of maturity where I could handle it. I knew how it worked, but it all seemed a bit gross and messy to me.
Mark and I got as far as kissing, well, making out really, but I would never go further, it just didn't feel right, I just didn't think I was ready. After prom we mutually decided to split up, he went into the army after graduation and I was moving away to college. I think he wanted a summer to sow wild oats too, at least he went through quite a few girls in our home town after the break. Each one I heard about hurt me inside just a little, so I was happy in August to finally pack up and go to school. I lived in the dorms. My roommate in the fall had gotten pregnant and obtained her MRS degree early. My spring roommate had moved in with her boyfriend by early February, so I had the place to myself. If you have to live in a dorm, that is the best way.
Trish's roommate in the fall had gotten into a horrible wreck, gotten married, and moved out of the dorm. Trish moved in with another girl who tried out for the squad but didn't make it, Amber. Honestly I think she tried out just to make Trish happy, it was clear early on she wasn't into it and her mind was elsewhere.
"So, you go on a date with a guy, you like him, you think he likes you, you have, what was it again? 'A nice night at a coffee shop'? And you kiss him good night when he drops you off. You're not leaving anything out?"
"Uh, no."
"So, you don't go on a lot of second dates I guess" she said with an effervescent grin that said I couldn't be mad even if she did seem to be laughing at me.
"No,,, well, wait. How do you mean?"
"How I mean" she said, aping me gently, "is if you like a guy you need to give him a little sumpthin sumthing to let him know you're interested in seeing him again."
"I kiss them good night, if I like them, what more do they want on a first date?"
"That's how dates ended in our mom and dad's time! Back when Fred was dating Wilma!"
"Uh, okay."
"You have to adjust for inflation since then girl! Now days a blowjob is the handshake of the dating world."
"What? Ewww! I would never do, well not for someone I just met. Maybe if we were dating a while or something" I said, but not meaning it. The idea of putting a guy's junk in my mouth was just kind of revolting. They were meant to fit one place, and that when you were ready to be together always. Its just the way I felt about things. Admittedly with all my brothers protecting me I had been sheltered and the only guy stuff I had seen had been accidentally walking in on them when they were in the shower. Other than biology books and what the girls on my non coed team had told me in high school, I knew nothing about sex. And I was okay with that.
"So ladies, we're having a party at the coach's lake cabin to celebrate the end of try outs and the new team mates. That's you, so you must attend!" Trig said as he bounced up to the table we were seated at. Trig was a great guy but could set off gaydar in the next county. He had been my stunting partner and through out try outs had been helpful and friendly. He was great looking, sharp as a tack pulling a 4.0 in accounting, and kept me laughing. Why couldn't straight guys be like him!
"Sounds great! What time?" Trish answered before I had a chance to. I really needed to hit the books, I wanted to keep a 4.0 and had some tests in a couple weeks, but I couldn't really say no since Trish said yes and since the party was basically about us.
"Right now! You can ride with me! I hope you like drinking, drugs and casual sex" he said this last part under his breath in a whisper.
"What?" I nearly shouted.
"Just kidding!"
"Oh" I said, relieved.
"Coach doesn't allow drugs, well maybe some weed, but nothing too harsh" He giggled as we walked to his car.
"I don't know if Mia knows whether to take you seriously or not" Trish laughed.
"Oh I'm serious Mia. Such debauchery hasn't been seen since the time of Claudius. Now come ladies, to my chariot!" He said as he hooked his arms into ours as we grabbed our gear bags and Trig walked between us.
"Mmm k, but can I get back early to study?"
"Sure, its Friday afternoon, we'll have you home early Monday, about what, 3 am work okay for you Trish?"
"Uh, I'll still be wearing my tryout uniform if we stay that long" Trish giggled.
"Well, someone's anyway" Trig laughed.
"You're depraved" I laughed.
"Oh absolutely my little Asian American Princess." He replied as we reached his car and he opened the door for us like a gentleman. One of the things you have in a stunting partner, an absolute necessity, is trust. If they are going to throw you in the air while you do flips and turns, and hold you up while you stand on their had eight or nine feet over the asphalt, you better trust him, and I totally trusted Trig as a result. He would never let anything happen to his "Mi Mi" as he called me now. He had really grown on me, making me laugh, understanding the frustrations of a difficult move and cheer life in general. More often than not he was the guy that caught me when three others and he would throw me into the air, and caught me when I was ready to give up. That he was obviously gay didn't bother me as it was nice to have a guy grabbing me by the butt and throwing me around, and holding me in the air lifting me up by my stuff that I knew wasn't interested in it.
We laughed and giggled all the way there, which took a little over a half hour. Trig had one of those frantic personalities that kept us in stitches and honestly I felt as close to him as I did Trish at this point, maybe more so. I was finally making friends on campus that I would keep it seemed. Once we arrived we found most of the team already there, and those that were not arrived shortly. The coach congratulated Trish and I, and told us that the cabin was the squad's home away from home and that here, we were all family. She talked a few minutes more about the importance of coming together, working hard and partying just as hard, the sort of things coaches say at the start of a year, which for cheer was in the spring after tryouts, then the party began in earnest.
There were snacks and some sort of punch served. I wasn't really hungry but a long cheer work out can leave you dehydrated and the punch was delicious with all kinds of fruit floating in it. I finished my first quickly and after my second was empty the music was playing, people were dancing and the party was in full swing. Everyone was introducing themselves to Trish and I, although most we had met in passing over the previous days. It was a wonderful feeling to be around friends again and I felt warm all over.
"Whoa, you might want to slow down on those, how many have you had?" Trig asked as I poured my third glass of punch.
"Two, why? Its just punch." I answered as I looked at him askew for his strange concern.
"Uh, no honey, that's sangria. Its wine and fruit juice. Or in this case, wine, vodka and fruit juice. Why don't we find a place to sit and talk. Here, this is cranberry" He said as he handed me a glass.
