Friday night again and nothing to do. Almost a week had passed since my two encounters with Leah and Kelly, and I had neither heard nor seen a peep out of them since I left Kelly lying there wanting more last Saturday night. Shit, what was I thinking. Here I had a good thing going, and fucked up by not only sleeping with both of them, but leaving Kelly high and dry and wanting more. I would be lucky to get anything but dirty looks from those two after they compared notes and found out that I had fucked both of them in less than 24 hours.
Even though Kelly was definitely better looking, my thoughts went back to Leah. I was her first. And she was definitely into it. She was a virginal shy girl before last Friday and I had given her a taste of something that she couldn't forget, whether it was from me or some college classmate prick. But those young guys would just fuck her and leave her wanting more, not that I had done her any better on our first encounter. I least I made sure she got hers before I got mine. Women don't forget their first, or so I'd been told. I certainly didn't have that experience with my wife, who had been around the block or three before we hooked and seemingly burned out on sex. At least with me.
It was about 10:30 when I headed outside to take a few hits from the newly acquired bud I had obtained from Kirby earlier in the night. The complex was deserted and I decided to take a stroll as I toked from my little weedbox. Fifteen minutes later I was buzzing heavily and back near my place, close to the parking lot. I heard a car approaching and out of habit for someone with illegal substances on their person, ducked behind a tall dumpster sitting on the northwest corner of the parking lot. The car pulled up to the stall just by the dumpster and closest to the breezeway I shared with Kelly and Leah. I froze in fear and remained silent and still as I heard the car shut off.
"Thanks for driving me to the play. And for dinner at the Quad," said a voice that sounded very much like Leah's. They must be in a convertible, because even with her soft voice, I could easily listen in.
"No problem. Thanks for asking me to go. My roommate has been bugging me to see his play. Plus I had extra vouchers on my student card for dinner," replied a geeky voice that I had never heard. What a putz. A guy gets asked to a play and takes the girl to the Quad, a college dining room on campus that served cardboard pizza and aluminum wrapped burgers with soggy fries.
"It's still early. Would you like to come in and watch some TV," queried Leah.
"I don't think so. I've got a little studying to do tonight before my calculus group meets tomorrow afternoon."
"Come on. It's Friday night. I've even got some smoke inside if you're interested."
"No thanks. I don't smoke. Anything. I've got to go," the geek retorted.
Nothing else was said as Leah exited the car and the geek fired up the engine. He backed up and sped off, while Leah backed up and stood there looking at him speed away, in full view of me. Luckily, she was turned the other direction. But the slumping of her shoulders and sigh in her voice was a clear indication to me that she had just been shot down. What a dick. Could a girl be any more obvious. Come into my apartment and smoke weed with me. Weed, which makes all girls horny. Obviously, his college mind was focused too much on calculus and not enough on pussy. She slowly made her way to her apartment. As she rounded the corner to her building, I quickly rose and sprinted around the back to come around the other side ahead of her. In my heightened buzz, my dick was thinking more than my brain, which told me this girl was done with me.
I just beat her around the back and was standing there looking away, doing my best to catch my breath when I heard her walk around to the front of her door. She must have been looking down because she did not appear to notice me right away. She looked up at some point and saw me because I heard her say "shit" louder than she intended, and then burst out into tears. I turned around innocently and walked up to her as she fumbled with her keys. She could not find her door key, even though she only had seven or eight keys on the ring and finally threw them down in front of her. I leaned down to pick them as she stood there sobbing. Being that the apartment keys all look similar, I picked out the right one and opened the door. Still saying nothing, she marched inside and I did not hesitate to follow. She went straight to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She must have thought that I would just leave eventually, but as I said earlier, my dick was doing the thinking and I had not been shot down, at least verbally, as of yet.
