A/N: Is it bad form to make an alternate universe story based on my own story? Yikes. The premise for this is "What if Suzie and Moriah met in college?"
I'm still in the middle of writing the ending to my Suzie/Moriah series but this happened to come up because I want more first times with these characters. It's fun. :D
To be honest, I think a lot of people have a fantasy that they'd have a high school/college sweetheart that were spectacular enough to fight for.
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My dorm roommate and I had an understanding. We'd take turns staying out of the room when we wanted to get laid. I had a couple of best friends that were willing to let me crash, and she had a slew of friends that she could spend the night with as well. I'd also asked for a max time limit of three weeks to use your turn and if you didn't, it was forfeited. Very important.
That night, I'd texted her, asking if I could bring a girl back. She'd readily accepted with the condition that I clear out for two days so she could spend Saturday and Sunday with her boyfriend at our room. I accepted the terms, and she sent me back a happy face emoji.
I went back to the dorm's common room to the girl I'd been flirting with for two weeks at the local coffee shop.
"Where were we?" I murmured as I crawled over her.
"Here." She brought my neck down to kiss her, and shoved her tongue in my throat. I pressed on her, trying to slow down the pace but she wasn't having it. She was absolutely voracious.
"Ugh. Can't believe what people do on that couch. That's why I don't study in here."
I vaguely heard a lilting voice, and opened my eyes mid-kiss to see a couple of girls walking by. I winked at the redheaded girl that had spoken then leaned up to draw a breath before diving back into Kyra's mouth.
I heard a tiny exasperated
tsk
from the redhead as she walked away.
I gave my roommate an hour to clear out, and by the time we stumbled in, she was gone.
Excellent!
We were planning on being loud.
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That weekend I had to stay out of the dorm, and ended up crashing on the floor of my best friend Jesse's room. He insisted on having a party on Saturday, and that I should be there. I danced to avoid the inane conversations around me. I had my own private drinking game going where I would take a sip every time someone mentioned finals.
That redhead was there with the same friend I saw her with last time. I found myself in the little circle of people that she was talking with and she gave me a side eye then stepped a little away when I sidled up next to her.
The group was talking about a professor everyone hated and how to get through his impossibly difficult final. I was drinking more in this group. They seemed to be complete nerds.
"Hey, what's your name?" I whispered quietly.
"No."
"What do you mean 'no?'"
"Just that. I don't want to talk to you."
"Oh." I paused to collect my thoughts. "Why not?"
"Because you're a superficial jackass."
"Oh. How do you know?"
She turned to look at me with a frown. "You're not even going to deny it?"
I shrugged. "I don't think of myself as a jackass. But I could be wrong. I mean, most jackasses aren't self aware enough to acknowledge their own jackassery."
She narrowed her eyes at me.
"So, again, how do you know?"
She
tsked
and I found it as adorable then than I did earlier that week. "You were completely over that girl in a common area, then stopped to wink at me! That wasn't cool."
"Oh."
"Also, apparently, your vocabulary leaves a lot to be desired."
"That's not true. I say the word 'milieu' all the time, in a very dignified way."
She scoffed and ignored me.
The group went to sit down around the beds. I followed to sit down close by her.
The nerd group finally stopped talking about finals, and started to get more randy.
Someone decided that we should play seven minutes in heaven. The yet unnamed girl tried to escape but her friend pulled her back down to sit.
Jesse took over, and wrote everyone's names on a little piece of paper then tossed them into the fancy top hat he owned. He was an excellent emcee, just the right mix of enthusiastic and dry humor.
"Okay, first up is Yury and Jacob! Let's give them a hand! Steve! Turn up the music so we can give them a little privacy!"
The thumping bass went louder as the shy couple went into the spacious closet.
I made eye contact with Jesse then moved my eyeballs to the side to indicate the girl. He rubbed at his nose discreetly then went through two more couples before he got to me. The second pair of names that were called were two guys; they came out of the closet looking flushed.
"Excellent! Now, next up is Moriah and -- Suzie!"
I looked around in faux obliviousness, and when I turned to look at her, she was scowling. I raised my eyebrows.
"You're Suzie?" I pointed at her.
She ignored me to look at Jesse instead. "Pass."
"Ouch." I said quietly.
"You know the rules." Jesse spoke to her and the group. "This is a completely consensual game so you can opt out but either you're in or you're out. There's no passing."
"Suzie, don't be a party pooper! Just do it. I did it already." Her friend sighed out in exasperation.
"Naw, it's okay. She doesn't wanna do it. Leave her alone. Just draw again, Jess." I piped up, and resigned myself to being hated by her. I HATED peer pressure. I wanted to spend more time with her but I didn't like pressuring girls either. It was usually easier than this to get them alone.
"Fine. Come on." She stood up, and I scrambled after her. There were some whoops as we went into the closet.
I sat in a dark corner, and tapped my feet to the music. "So what's your favorite season?"
"What?"
"Season. You know, Summer? Winter?"
"Uh, Fall. I guess."
"Cool! Me too. I like the dry chill in the air when September comes around. Do you prefer cats or dogs?"
"What are you doing?"
"I only have seven minutes to get to know you. I already know your name so I'm getting the important stuff before our time is up." I paused. "Unless you'd rather make out."
"No, you probably have mono or some other disgusting bug."
"Harsh. You're not very nice, you know."
"Just because you're a girl doesn't mean you can't be a selfish player."
"Oh. That's why you don't like me. You think I take advantage of people?"
"From what I've seen, it's clear you do."
"There's nothing wrong with having fun with like-minded people. The girls I've been with aren't looking for anything serious either. We're all just trying to get through junior year, same as everyone else."
"That sounds rehearsed."
"Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't have the right to sleep around if I want, same as a guy. I'm not hurting anyone, on the contrary."
She
tsked
yet again.
I chuckled. "That's adorable."
"What?" She hissed in the dark.
"The little clicking sound you make when you're upset."
"I'm not upset. I don't care enough about you to be upset."
"You cut me to the quick, darling." I hummed placidly as I lit up my watch to look at the time. "Well! I hope the next person you're paired with is more to your liking. I'll be honest though, there's not a lot of lookers out there to choose from."
She was silent so I kept humming.
"Time's up! I guess the burning question of 'Do you like cats or dogs?' will have to wait." I stood up and stepped out of the closet first. Everyone clapped for us same as they did for every couple. I gave her a quick smile then went to sit down.
She took her place between her friend and me again. "Dogs. I prefer dogs."
I smiled widely at her, and she pulled her mouth up in amusement.
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I was studying in the library, and the words were starting to sound like a Barbara Streisand song instead of real information. I needed a break to refocus.
I stretched in the wooden chair, and rubbed at my eyes. I looked around, catching a mane of red hair across the way. She had headphones on, and was chewing on her pen.
I grinned then walked over to her.
"Hi!"
She looked up then immediately rolled her eyes as she took her earbuds out. "Hi."
