Melinda Dorset had talked up the Carson's parties so much, that both Kim and I agreed to go when she finally invited us to one. That is, Kim, my dorm roommate agreed and I sighed and reluctantly nodded. I'm not as much a party girl. Melinda just gave me a secretive little smile and said, "Don't worry, Elise, you're going to have a lot more fun than you think you will!" I smiled back reassuringly because even if I'm not into parties, I am in to being polite.
We were at the quad cafe at the time, and Kim and I discussed what we would wear tonight as we walked back to our dorm. Kim was doing most of the talking, so I reviewed the things Melinda had said about the Carson's parties. She had sworn they were very chic, very nicely done in a beautiful home. She said there were always interesting people there, from both the college and elsewhere. And furthermore, she had sworn that you had to be total feeb not to find a way to get laid, if that was what we were in the mood for, or not, as we preferred.
"Earth to Elise!" I finally heard from Kim, "aren't you listening at all?"
"Sorta," I admitted, "I was just wondering whether or not I wanted to have sex tonight."
"You should," said Kim a little dryly, "You haven't even been on a date since breaking up with Earl, and that was what? Two months ago?"
"Seven weeks," I was also a stickler for accuracy.
"In any case," Kim went on relentlessly, "I was asking you about underwear, about whether you thought it was sexier to go with plain white cottons for innocence, or something fancy to appear willing to be naughty?"
I shrugged, "A girl can communicate either with a glance. By the time you are down to underwear, you're pretty much committed anyway, so what difference does it make?"
Kim rolled her eyes, "It's like talking to a fish! Why would I even talk to a fish?" She gave me a glare sideways as we walked into the dorm lobby, "It makes a difference in the impression you want to leave the guy with when he thinks back about it."
I shrugged again as we went into the elevator, "What does a fish know from underwear? All I care about is worms and the other disgusting things I eat."
And so it goes. But once we entered our room, I realized that I did have to make some sort of decision about what to wear. Melinda had said casual or not, just don't wear a costume, or wear a costume if you feel like it. Melinda was, I'm sure, trying to be encouraging, but she certainly hadn't been any help. My instinct would be generally be to low key it - jeans and a tee-shirt or sweater. Kim's general inclination would be to dress to the nines. This is one of the many reasons that I'm not much of a party girl - that and the fact that I usually find parties boring. True, it can be entertaining to walk into a bathroom and find a couple getting it on, but more often you find someone throwing up.
But there was the sex thing. When Earl and I began the early stages of breakup, there wasn't any sex from that point on. I hadn't had sex for over three months, and the truth of the matter was that I was getting pretty horny. I knew Kim was horny, but Kim is always horny.
"I got first dibs on the shower," said Kim, already peeling off her tee-shirt to reveal that she was wearing a black lace bra. Her breasts were smallish, and though we didn't often undress in front of each other, I had seen her bare-chested a couple of times before. Her breasts weren't tiny but they were just big enough, and very pretty actually. In fact they were perfect matching cones, with generous pale pink nipples. If I were into women's breasts I would like Kim's a lot. Her skin coloring matched her red hair but not too typically. Her skin was smooth and white, but she didn't have much in the way of freckles. Of course, she also avoided the sun like a vampire.
I didn't care if she took a shower first, but for the thousandth time I was grateful that our dorm room had a private bathroom. Kim stripped on down to her matching black lace panties and disappeared into the bathroom. Her hair was one of her loveliest features - red, as I said, but lots of golden highlights. She wore it short, just to the top of the neck in almost a pageboy, and it was always silky, shiny and straight. Kim's eyes were dazzling, too, being a mixture of blue and green striations and very unusual. Kim had other remarkable features as well, I admitted to myself. She was just a beautiful girl.
She kept her body very fit with gymnastics, and she was demon with volleyball, basketball, badminton and racquetball - anything one can do in a gym. But then I am too, in fact that's how we met, in the college gym, at first as competitors and then as time went by we became friends. So I have a pretty hard body as well, although my breasts are a little larger than hers. And while I will admit that I am pretty, I can't think of myself as beautiful like Kim. For one thing, I have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes - could anything be more ordinary? Okay, I will admit I get a lot of compliments on my hair. I wear it to just past my shoulder and it is naturally wavy. Still, such an ordinary color!
Then with a sigh I realized I was only thinking about our appearances because I still hadn't made a decision about clothes. Before I could explore this any further, Kim was back in the room wearing only a towel. She discarded her black lace underwear into the hamper and put her hands on her hips and confronted me, "Well, you've had enough time to think about it! Plain or fancy underclothes?"
I had to giggle, "I thought I did answer. I have no real opinion. Why not go without?"
With a sigh of long-suffering, Kim went to her bureau and pulled out white cotton panties and a matching bra that lifted and drew together - her cleavage bra. She wriggled the panties on without removing the towel and turned her back to drop the towel and put on the bra. Over her shoulder, she addressed me, "This is the second Carson's party that Melinda has invited us to - does that seem a little strange to you? And who are the Carsons anyway?"
I smiled, "Melinda told us that he was a professor of... Let's see, I think it was political science, and his wife is independently wealthy, or something like that." I had to frown a little, "But you're right she has certainly been anxious for us to go for some reason."
"I think she's queer," announced Kim loftily, "she's always looking at my breasts and my legs. I think the dyke wants to eat my cunt. She looks at that too, especially when I'm on the pommel horse."
