original story: Scipio
story continuation by RogueAlan
Chapter 10: Saving Sharon
Sharon rolled over & sighed. She'd been awake for more than an hour, waiting... hoping for Shaun to arrive. She'd showered, surprised she still had no need to shave, & had thoroughly brushed her teeth-- morning breath didn't begin to describe what had settled on her tongue overnight. She'd donned one of the frilly pieces of lingerie Shaun or Dave had left in her dresser, eager to spend some time with the big Frat Brother. After 30 minutes she'd hopped up again, starting a pot of coffee and then packing the bowl of the bong, just in case. She was tempted to use it, but decided to wait.
She sighed again. It wasn't the 1st time Shaun hadn't visited. She told herself he was undoubtedly busy at the Frat & would call. Laying on her back, she thought about the prior night's party, & jumped up, taking another of the morning after pills that they BZ Brothers had provided. She didn't know if they could cause problems, but resolved to visit the school clinic the next week to go on the pill. She checked her cell phone again... no calls.
She pouted for a moment, angry not even her kids had called. Realizing what she'd been doing not 12 hours before, though, she blushed, & decided she was glad Chris hadn't called. She shuddered, wondering how he would respond to the changes she'd undergone, & resolved to take Kelly along, so he could see that she was just 'one of the girls.' Of course, her daughter would undoubtedly demand she be allowed to get her navel pierced... they'd argued about that over the summer.
Shoving aside concerns about whether her family would suspect just what she'd been doing, Sharon got up & decided to make breakfast. She realized she was starving as she took the skillet out of the drawer beneath the stove, & quickly put 3 pieces of toast in the toaster & began to make a 3 egg omelet. About the time she was going to sit down to eat, though, there was a knock on the door.
Surrendering to the excitement she felt at Shaun's arrival, Sharon ran to the door, not caring she was still in the barely there lingerie & nothing else. A key was already opening the lock when she reached the door, & a moment later, Shaun came inside, smiling broadly at the obviously aroused white housewife.
"How's my favorite BZ Bitch?" he teased, accepting the full body hug Sharon delivered without hesitation. She tried not to pout when Dave sauntered in behind him, carrying a box. Forcing a smile, she stepped back as the young men closed the door. She stepped up & hugged Dave, as well, ever the good hostess.
"Mmm, smells good!" Dave said, walking into the kitchen as if it was his own. He grabbed a plate out of the cabinet, a 2nd fork, & then casually divided the omelet. He sat down, & after kissing Sharon Shaun joined him. They dug into Sharon's intended breakfast as she stood by, unsure what they expected of her.
"Ready to earn that award again, little Money Maker?" Shaun asked when he'd finished. Sharon nodded, wincing at the name.
"I don't think I like that name," she said, images of a streetwalker coming to mind. Dave snorted but Shaun glared at him, then nodded to Sharon.
"It's OK, I'd never say it in outside company," he pushed back from the table, motioning for Sharon to sit on his lap. She smiled & did as he'd indicated. "We'll just say... Minnie Mouse when we're talking about your helping the Frat out, that all right?" Sharon bit her lip but nodded.
"Uhm, how can I help?" She waited, pleased when Shaun began to tease one nipple through the lingerie-- he wanted her. Dave stood up with the box he'd set on the linoleum. He went to the fridge & opened it, setting some things out from the box on the counter & then systematically taking things out of her fridge. "What's Dave doing?" Sharon asked without thinking about whether she sounded challenging. Shaun laughed.
"Like I said, we need your help."
"I thought," Sharon blushed, "I thought we might..." she trailed off, but looked to the bedroom. Shaun was still working her nipple-- the pierced side-- & she squirmed in his lap. He smiled.
"That sounds great, but it's gonna have to wait," he paused, shaking his head at the bad rhyme, "We need you to make a phone call & then be a hostess..." Sharon sagged a little, expecting they wanted her to service one or another of the many Teacher Assistants on campus. But she nodded. "Great," Shaun praised her, "Dave is just checking to make sure we have things ready."
She looked over. He was stirring the coffee pot as if wondering whether he wanted a cup. Nodding to himself, he moved the box off of the counter onto the floor. The food she'd just purchased nearly filled it up. Puzzled, she watched as Dave put a big pitcher of orange juice that hadn't been there before inside the fridge, as well as 2 six packs of the beer he & Shaun favored. Noticing her eyes were on him, Dave motioned her over.
"We're gonna take the milk & eggs & cheese & bologna," he pointed to the empty drawers, "& all of the fruits you've got... except for the celery," he smiled as if she should understand, "But we'll leave the Asti's & keep this beer in there & cold." He pointed at the coffee maker, "It's perfect that you've got a pot ready." He set a pile of little blue pills on the counter left of the sink, "Don't mess with these." He added little round pink pills near the blue ones, & a variety of white tablets & pills on the other side of the sink. He dropped partially smoked joints on the counter, & a used ashtray miraculously appeared. He set several empty beer bottles on the sink & table, going back into the living room where more roaches & empty bottles were strategically placed.
Finished, he looked at his handi-work, then pointed at Sharon while talking to Dave.
"We're set, but she got cleaned up... The bitch won't buy it if she doesn't look... used." Sharon's brow furrowed in puzzlement. Shaun got up before she could ask what they were talking about.
"We'll take care of that," he winked at her, "Just bring the baggie over. Dave shrugged & moved over, pulling a baggie out of his pocket.
"Now," Shaun began, "I understand you have a class with Dr. Eller." Sharon nodded hesitantly. "She's..."
"She's a royal bitch!" Dave interrupted. Shaun frowned, as Sharon looked like she might argue.
"Let's just say she isn't on board like the other professors," Shaun continued.
"She's sort of why I'm here," Sharon began, then stopped, afraid to have the young men angry at her. "I mean... she's always been very nice." Without thinking she went on, "She was just telling me after class that she was... uhm, that she was worried about me." Shaun nodded.
"& should she be worried about you hanging out with some black students?" Shaun asked, as if the Professor's motives were racial. Sharon shook her head.
"I'm sure she didn't mean it like that..." Dave snorted derisively, for a change helping Shaun's play.
