Believe it or not, undergraduates have more to do than just party and fuck, at least those of us who hope to get real jobs one day do. There are papers to write, tests to study for, projects and presentations to prepare, plus I have to make a little money. For the next week I hardly saw Nick or Renee, and I only saw Amy in the dorm. I did have a little mid-day tryst with Renee one day in a hidden corner on the top floor of the library, and Amy spent one night with Renee. Nick and Renee were spending some time together, too. We kept talking about having a threesome or a foursome, but that also means more schedules to work around. Amy and I began sleeping in her bed together, I just left my bed unmade so that if anyone came in they would think I was sleeping there. We didn't really care much if people thought we were lesbian or bi or whatever. But we didn't want creepy guys asking to watch, or holy rollers telling us we were going to burn in hellfire for our "sins."
Me and Amy were both swamped at that point. We'd come home tired, maybe give each other a massage and have comfort sex. Not that there is anything wrong with comfort sex. It's wonderful to have someone you care about and lust for to come home to and fuck. But sex is like food. You can survive on the university cafeteria buffet, it's filling and nutritious, but sometimes you need to go to a restaurant for sushi, or a five course French meal, or an expensive steak dinner. Nick knew what we were going through, he had been an undergrad not too long before. We ran into him in town on a Friday afternoon, the week after Amy came back. I guess we both looked a little frazzled.
"You guys alright?" he asked. We both rattled off a list of test and papers we had to do, along with complaints about half the faculty. "It sounds like you need some relaxation."
"What exactly did you have in mind?" Amy said flirtatiously.
"Well, one day soon the three of us and Renee are going spend about four days fucking, but unfortunately that can't be this weekend. I have to drive to New York tonight, for a conference, I'll be there until next Thursday," he thought for a moment, "But I was about to go into Keri's for a manicure. I'll treat you two to anything you want." Keri's was a little salon off of the main street in town. Somehow it was both fashionable and friendly without being too expensive. I had gotten my hair done there once the previous year. Amy usually had her hair done there, but hadn't had time in a couple months.
Me and Amy looked at each other, we didn't have anyplace to be just then, we could certainly take a few hours off. "Sure," we said in unison.
"Thanks Nick...but a manicure?" I said poking him in the ribs, "Won't they kick you out of the Ecological Society?"
"Hush, I'm a gentleman of means now, it's about time I looked like it," he said with a false air of importance. "Besides, I've never had one, I've always wondered what it was like." We went across the street to Keri's. It was a slow day, we were the only customers. Nick got a manicure from a cute Korean girl who barely spoke English. Keri did our hair. Amy got her hair cut short and spiky, not much more than a crew cut, she looked even more boyish. I had my shoulder length hair cut into a bob, similar to Amy's old haircut, but shorter.
Keri was one of the most stunning women I've ever seen. She was in her early thirties. Her face reminded me of Catherine Zeta-Jones, her dark hair was cut stylishly, very short in back and longer at the sides of her face. She had a wonderful figure. A thin waist that accentuated her wide, full hips and an ass you wanted to grab with both hands. She dressed with style, a tight, black knee length skirt, and a Japanese pattern silk top. As if that wasn't enough, she was exceptionally intelligent, she had a degree in anthropology. I went first, Keri was cutting my hair while Amy was sitting in the chair next to us. Once, Keri bent over to get some hair gel from a lower drawer. I was fascinated by her ass, I didn't even realize I was staring. Then I looked at Amy, she was staring too and biting her lip. We just looked at each other, smiled and resumed ogling this goddess.
When we were all finished it was close to five, Nick asked Keri if she wanted to meet us at the coffee house across the street. A little while later we were all chatting at the Jumpy Goat Café.
"So you two are roommates?" Keri asked.
We looked at other and giggled a little, "Well..." I started.
"We're more than just roommates." Amy finished.
"And Renee?" Keri inquired looking at Amy. I surmised that Amy had told Keri all about her relationships. The things women tell their stylists.
"Oh, we still fuck, whenever we can," Amy answered.
"And this guy too, when he can get it up," I added and threw the end of a biscotti at Nick's shiny, bald head.
I wasn't surprised that Keri and Amy had chatted before, but she seemed to know Nick well also, obviously he hadn't needed a hair stylist in a while. "So how did you meet Nick?" I asked her.
"Well..." she paused and glanced at Nick.
"It's alright you can tell her," Nick said.
"I used to be a dancer at the Oasis lounge," Keri said, looking directly at me. The Oasis was a strip club just outside of town.
"That's a lie," Nick injected, "She was THE dancer." Keri laughed and looked a little embarrassed. "I used to go there a few times a month, just to watch her."
"I danced to pay my way through school, but I also like to cut hair, so after college I worked there long enough to get my business started. I quit dancing last year."
"That's a shame, I would've liked to have seen that," Amy said, biting her lip again. Keri smiled slyly.
