John had a queer look on his face when he saw me in the Student Union cafeteria. Not a happy-to-see-me look, but he headed toward where I was sitting with Marcie, anyway.
"Viv," he said. "Marcie."
"John," Marcie said.
All very cosy. Not. "What's up?" I said, trying to sound cheerful.
"So, you know how you said -" and then he looked at Marcie.
"Private conversation?" Marcie asked.
"Um, probably best," John said.
"Okay, I can take a hint. As long as I get a kiss first."
"Of course," I said. I turned to kiss her, and she turned it into a minute long, open mouthed, tongue-dancing love fest. Not that I minded, exactly, but I knew she was making a statement in front of John, trying to show him I was really more into girls.
Then, she walked away, hips swaying, butt bouncing.
"Hmm," John said.
"Hmm, indeed," I said, trying to play it off. "That girl can kiss! Whew!" I fanned myself melodramatically. "So, what's up?"
John began again. "So you know what you said about not meeting my parents."
"Yes." Were we really going to argue this again, so soon?
"So, they at least wanted to see a picture. I think they didn't believe you were real, or something."
Uh-oh. John's father seeing a picture was bad. Very bad. I tried to make light of it. "You didn't send them the one where I have cum all over my face, did you?"
"Uh, no. Do I even have a picture like that?"
"Well, if you did, you really shouldn't send it to your parents." I was babbling, trying to put off the discussion or maybe think of something brilliant.
"Agreed," John said. "You're being a bit weird, Viv. Anyway, Dad got a funny look on his face and said he thought he'd seen you somewhere before."
"Pshaw," I said. "Poppycock." Hey, I talked to books more than I talked to people. "How would that happen? I'm here, or in the library studying, or in my dorm, or in class, or with you. Why would he see me in any of those places?" Or, I didn't add, I'm being possessed by some immortal creature, as she does every Saturday, and giving your dad a blowjob without realizing it. That is, without realizing it was his dad. I knew I was giving a blowjob, or I sort of was because Vivi, as I called her, the being that possessed me, was really in control of my body. So it was
her
giving the blowjob. I was totally innocent.
I still got to feel that cock and taste it, though.
"Or in Marcie's room."
"Or that. Also, I take showers. Your dad probably isn't perving the women's shower, is he?"
"No. Could you please be serious?"
I sighed. "Alright, alright. I'm as grave as death."
"Shakespeare?"
"No idea. When I'm serious I try not to quote."
"Anyway, he said he needed to meet you, to be sure, and I told him that you were shy. And he said to ask you if you knew a Mr. Markham. That's my dad's name."
"Yours, too, right?"
"I guess. No one calls me that. He also asked me to arrange for him to have a good look at you, even if you don't want to 'meet' him."
I sighed. Clearly his dad did indeed recognize me from the picture. He might not be a hundred percent sure that I was the girl who'd joined another woman in giving him a two-girl bj and then snowballed his cum, but he recognized me enough that he was not going to let it go.
It was time to deal with it. And I had lots of time. All the time in the world, really, to make mistakes, deal with consequences, and learn. No time like the present to learn that. "Let's take a walk, John. This spot isn't private enough for this conversation."
"Alright, Viv," he said. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"
"No. You might end up breaking up with me, but all I'm going to be doing is telling you the truth."
"Alright," he said. He grabbed his hamburger from the tray and got up with me. I knew he loved me, some, because he was willing to abandon his fries to have a conversation.
We walked in silence across the quad, and then past Tavener Hall to a spot where there isn't a lot of traffic, and then I sat down on the grass and he sat across from me.
"This is all very dramatic," he said.
"And in the end, you're not going to believe me. But I'll give it to you straight anyway. And if you try to tell anyone else, well, they aren't going to believe
you
."
"Try me, Viv. You're a very honest person, very straightforward. I trust you."
"Right." I didn't know where he got that impression but I wasn't going to disabuse him of it. "Okay, every Saturday, I get possessed by another creature, who I call Vivi. I have no control of my body, or what I do, but I can see and hear and smell everything. All the senses, and all the memories."
"Oh, come on, Viv, I don't believe you."
"Told you."
"Anyway, what does this story have to do with anything?"
"That day you saw me in the mall, all dressed sexy and everything, and started crushing on me? That was Vivi. I didn't dress that way."
"You dress that way all the time. Not just Saturdays."
"Right. Ever since
on a Saturday
, Vivi got you and Marcie over to help me throw out every piece of clothing I had that didn't flaunt my ass, my tits, or both. Remember that day, John? There's no point in me buying new jeans and oversized sweatshirts when they are just going to get tossed on Saturday." Besides, I'd learned to like the attention I got.
"The threesome. That wasn't a Saturday," John said.
"No. That was fun. Also, that was a Monday, and Mondays are Cindy's day to be possessed. Which is why Cindy, after fucking you, fucked Phil. Fred? It's Phil, right? Your roommate."
"His name is Fred. Cindy fucked Fred?"
"You were passed out. We wore you out." I smirked at that. "Fred? Really?"
"Yes, really. You could at least remember his name."
