"If I wanted to fuck someone who looked like a boy, I wouldn't have bothered leaving the frat house to come see you, Gilda." That sort of comment was exactly what she'd always loved about Klein. He might be brusque and uncouth, but she'd never had cause for a moment to believe he saw her as anything but "one of the guys."
Despite her soft face and girlish features, Gilda dressed, acted and lived in a way that carefully downplayed it. A mean dyke by her own description, she hated frilly outfits and all "girly" activities and always preferred to wrestle, knock heads and play rough. The big G liked to dress casually, and she was much more comfortable in old shorts and black tank tops than the pretty pink dresses the man-hungry hussies wore around the college.
She liked to highlight her disinterest in fashion, a carefully-made fashion statement in its own. Some might say she was trying too hard, but they'd certainly be careful not to say it within earshot of her.
So what did it matter if her body was made for male pleasure? So what if she sported a huge pair of soft, heavy breasts on her chest and between her thick thighs there was that hot-spot oh so very well-suited to milking the semen out of men's breeding sticks? It didn't matter to Gilda's good buddy Klein one bit!
He was a known womanizer, but she had zero interest in men and he knew it. So what's the harm? He understood she was a muff-diving dyke through and through. One who wanted to pin down hot girls and screw just as much as he did. No sexual intersection, but they sure did have a lot in common! Gilda was basically just another one of Klein's "male" drinking buddies.
As a matter of fact, Gilda was seeing Klein tonight! After telling her they'd lost their fourth for poker, he'd invited her to come out tonight for card games, beer and movies. Strictly a "Just us guys," thing. And somehow the thought of getting to be one of the boys, sitting around a card table under a swinging light bulb and sipping a Coors... It was downright exciting! It was nice to have someone on "the other side" to talk to.
She wanted to be one of the guys, and he clearly treated her like one, plus they got to talk about the various sexy bitches around the school. What's not to love?
It wasn't like her seeking out male confirmation had anything to do with personal issues; Klein just understood her, that's all! And today looked like a great chance to just take a nice, low pressure environment and enjoy that. She'd even brought some booze.
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Gilda knocked on Klein's door. True to form, she was dressed like she'd just barely rolled out of bed.
"Hey dweebs!" she shouted, hammering the door with her fist for the third time, "Are you all too busy touching butts in there to let me in or what? "
Klein answered the door with a knowing smile. He'd yoinked that six-pack out of her hands before she even realized it was gone. "Heeey, the rug-muncher's finally here, guys."
Gilda entered the clubroom where she and the boys would be spending the next few peaceful hours playing cards. She certainly deserved to unwind a little bit after a busy week of classes!
In the centre of the room two other hormonally-charged males were sitting at a large card table. It was already adorned with empties and stacks of chips, the felt stained here and there with what she assumed was beer. Around the room there was a fridge stuffed to the brim with drinks and nibbles, a small bar and an expensive-looking HDTV hooked up to a computer sitting in the corner. That last part, a powerful desktop computer, seemed out of place at first, until she remembered this was the Audiovisual Club and all. Doubtless this was where Klein got most of his editing work done.
"You're just in time... And I'm sure a butch like you doesn't need any of the rules explained, right?" The other two boys, some very handsome young things she knew by the names of Bucky and Lupe, were laughing over Klein's light teasing.
While Gilda was taking her seat, Bucky leaned over to Klein. "Hey, what about the videos and stuff...?"
Klein shrugged in response, "We'll get there. We've got plenty of time. Why not at least play a few hands with Gilda first?"
" I didn't know we were playing Strip Poker..." said Lupe, beginning to deal the cards out.
Gilda sniggered. "Shut your fuckin' mouth. I know you can't wait to 69 your friend but keep it in your pants for a few hours."
The tomboyish young co-ed put her free hand on her hips, cocking her head to one side and shifting her weight to the other foot. Subconsciously, it was an attempt at a casual and indifferent gesture of eye-rolling frustration, but the outcome was much more suggestive and sexual than she could have ever intended. A slip like that wasn't uncommon with her body language, but it's not as though anyone would ever tell her that to her face. Gilda went largely ignorant on how damn good and curvy she looked.
"Let's get this show on the road!" Gilda bellowed. She hopped past Klein, zeroing in on that card table.
Gilda set her six-pack down on the table hard enough to make the chips clatter. "Glad I'm the only one who brought booze, or we'd all be in trouble."
"And!" she suddenly said, waggling a finger, "I sure hope you got some good movies. If I see any rom-com shit or anyone stops to talk about their feelings... Swear to dicks I'm gonna heave."
She suggestively cocked her hips the way other. "Now let's deal."
The games that followed were surprisingly tilted in her favour. Klein was barely holding his own, while Bucky and Lupe made a very poor showing. Gilda proved hard to read, because she was always boasting and rowdy, no matter how well she was doing. It made for one heck of a poker face, and in the end she came out comfortably ahead of the men.
Sometime later...
"Well don't feel too bad about it, boys. Not like we were playing for real cash, anyway." She reached over and ruffled Bucky's hair roughly, knuckles on his scalp. "You'll get it next time," Gilda smirked.
