The night had been fitful, and I tossed and turned, not unpleasantly. When I woke up, I really wished Carmen had been there, but as I started to get my clothes ready for a run, I clicked on the video again. I couldn't keep the idiotic grin off my face as I struggled to pull on my shorts. Laughing to myself, I turned the video off and went to get a mile or two in.
I showered on my return, and just as I came into the room, the phone dinged again. It was another video file. Under it was another message. "Didn't send this one last night. Amy insisted I show you."
The video opened, and it was still them kissing. Amy pulled back and looked at the camera. "I want Mark to be here next time we kiss," she said, her voice a lusty, hoarse whisper. The camera flipped to Carmen. "I'm sure he'll find something for us to do," Carmen said. Amy moaned. "Sleep well, baby," she said, before the video stopped.
I got dressed in a daze before my phone pinged again. "What do you say, baby?"
"I'm in," I shot back immediately. "At least, if you are."
"Be kinda mean of me to send that and then not ask, wouldn't it?" Carmen said, throwing a devil emoji in there.
"Mean, but still hot AF," I replied.
"That's my guy. See you later." She was up early, I realized.
I got my things ready and made my way to the cafeteria for breakfast. I had almost forgotten as I walked through the door that Carmen had promised me she wouldn't wear a bra, but I didn't wait long before a vivid reminder.
Her eyes caught mine as I walked in, and a big grin spread across her face. It was early, as usual, and she'd chosen a corner seat. As I sat down across from her she gently pulled her heavy bust up with her hands and let her boobs slowly rest on the table. I took a sharp, deep breath as I watched the fabric of her t-shirt tighten around her tits, and she gave me a suddenly-aroused look that seemed pretty genuine. I watched her nipples slowly stiffen, pushing through the blue top as she chuckled.
"Morning, baby," she purred, her voice a bit lower and rougher than I was used to. "My eyes are up here, but I love the way you're staring that those big tits pushing their way through the top to say good morning to you," I groaned this time, and a yelp of laughter broke the spell. "Fuck," she whispered. "You really like these," she grinned. She sent them rolling across the table, and I bit my lip to keep more sounds from escaping.
"I'm doing that a LOT more often," she laughed. She dug into her food. I got up, and carefully walked to grab a bagel. When I sat down, she shrugged.
"Did you like the video?" Carmen said, grinning as she took a bite. I nodded. I'd at least processed that set of images and ideas well enough to be coherent in a discussion.
"Were you two serious?" I asked. Carmen leaned back, and only I seemed to notice the way her tits fell in her top, losing the support from the table. Carmen glanced around and took a deep breath.
"Yes," Carmen said firmly. "We would like you to hang out with us at least once." I took a deep breath. For some reason, part of my mind was telling me I should take time, push things through slowly. Big steps might backfire. The other part of my mind compared the voluptuous woman asking if I wanted to at least watch her make out with her roommate while I watched, and implying heavily that it was designed for us all to get something out of it. The latter part seemed to gag the first part.
"I'm in," I said. Carmen grinned.
"Just watching," Carmen added. "At least for now. I'm pretty open minded, but this is a big one. Amy really wants to see you squirm, too," she admitted. "I'm not opposed to the idea." I nodded and our hand met across the table. She blushed a bit and looked at her food. "This is crazy," she whispered.
"What is?" I asked, leaning forward.
"One, how fast, and how comfortable I am with you. Two, how easily you'll agree to any request I make when I get the girls on display," she teased. I laughed with her, and gripped her hand firmly.
"I'm not sure it's your boobs that made me agree," I told her warmly. She smiled back.
"They helped, right?" I laughed out loud again, nodding as I leaned back.
"Yeah, didn't hurt." I conceded.
We chatted the rest of the morning before class. We made our way through our day, with my only interruption in class a series of texts that went off rapid fire before I could get the phone off. The professor looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I held my hands up apologetically after I'd gotten it silenced.
After class (having already drawn the professor's attention), I checked the texts:
"OMG. You're going to let me make out with your girl?" Amy. Of course, I thought. I couldn't help but smile.
There were two gifs next, one of a cute kitten saying thank you, and another of two women making out. It was a small gif, so I couldn't pick out who it was. Then:
"Next step is both of us taking care of you!" and "OR you taking care of us!"
"Can Heather come if it's the last one?"
"I'm going to come regardless."
"Dude. These are pretty titillating. Why aren't you drooling and texting back."
"Never mind. Carm just texted you were in class. My bad, buddy. Can't wait to show off my skillz!"
I shook my head and almost made my way to Carmen's dorm. I was trying not to be too needy, but those texts somehow got me going. I sent her a response.
"Thanks for the images. Yeah, was in class. Appreciate your enthusiasm!"
"Ain't seen nothing yet," was the smug reply.
"Can't wait," I texted back.
"I know," followed by a gif of Han Solo. I'm not sure Amy appreciated the reference, but it made me laugh.
My chemistry lab wrapped up after far too long, and I scrolled through a text from Carmen. "Meet me in the theatre at 2 if you want a show," she said with a wink.
I grabbed a bite to eat in the cafeteria and scarfed it down. Then, I started heading to the theater. I'd never taken any classes there, but I'd seen a few shows. They were what you'd expect.
As I walked in, I started looking around. I ran into a young woman with long, blonde hair, down to the middle of her back. She was slim, and pretty. A slim, elegant, almost noble face, and a short sleeve shirt that showed off a rose tattoo on her right arm. She saw me and grinned.
"Hey. I've never seen you before. Can I help you?" I shrugged.
"I'm looking for Carmen. She said to meet her here," I responded. The blonde girl suddenly gave me a look up and down, and seriously undressed me with her eyes. It was invasive enough that I blushed.
"You're the new guy? Amy told me you were a decent fellow," she said. She walked slowly, almost languidly to me, and I had to return her stare with one of my own. She was tall, built a lot like Jen was. Her bust might have been a bit bigger, and I swallowed noisily before clearing my throat.
The blonde laughed. "Amy was right, you are too fucking cute. Damn. I owe her ten bucks." My confusion was apparent on my face as she pointed to the theatre's main entrance.
"Amy said I could probably just get a reaction by being a bit flirty and assertive. That cough was cute." I shook my head and thanked her as I walked into the stage area.
There were seven or eight people on stage, as well as someone I assumed was a professor. The older woman was talking to them clearly and loudly about positions on stage. My eyes scanned the room before I saw Carmen listening intently. As I focused on my girlfriend, I felt a slim arm on my waist. I turned immediately looking right into Amy's face. Her grin was funny, and I stifled a laugh, aware of how the sound would travel. She withdrew and punched me on the shoulder, motioning for me to sit down.
"She wants you to pay attention to her audition." Amy said. "I'm doing the same." We settled in and watched as all seven (one of them left to run lights, I thought I heard) began giving their audition. The body types were varied, and each woman had their own key or sound for the voice.
Carmen was the fifth woman to stand up and deliver the monologue. I listened intently, knowing next to nothing about acting, but she sounded flat, relative to the others. She moved around less, and while she seemed to know the lines, I couldn't help feel like the other women were better. I glanced at Amy, who for once was a complete stone faced human. No reading. I shrugged.
The other women finished, and the professor dismissed everyone. Amy and I stood, waiting for Carmen. Amy was unusually quiet until Carmen approached.
"Great job, babe!" Amy said, wrapping Carmen in a hug. Carmen smiled weakly as she felt Amy grip her. "Seriously. Knocked my socks off." I felt my eyes go wide and my mouth close tightly.
Carmen thanked Amy, then leaned up and kissed me on the cheek.
"What did you think, Mark?" she asked, her brown eyes looking at me intensely.
I'm still not sure I've had to make a more difficult call. I'd love to say I was noble, and decided to answer honestly no matter the influence, but I stood there for what felt like a minute (it was about three seconds, but still a pause, Amy told me later) before I took a deep breath.
"It wasn't the best." Carmen's eyes never faltered. "I don't know much about acting, but you didn't have the energy up there that a lot of the others did, and it seemed a bit flat."
Amy's eyes went wide as I spoke, and Carmen nodded. She held out her hand and I reached for it. She smiled and shook her head, looking instead at Amy.
"Ten fucking bucks," she said, laughing.
"You asshole!" Amy swore at me. "All you had to do was try to butter her up to get laid. Here's the perfect opportunity. She sucked up there. All you had to do was say she's great. Did Riley at least get you uncomfortable?"
