Chapter 11

Derby said, “If you want to see a loser, you should meet my roommate. He’s the stereotypical nerd. Star Wars posters, Transformers t-shirts, Lord of the Rings movie memorabilia collection, the works!”

Anna piped up, “Please don’t tell me he has an English-Klingon translation dictionary!”

They all laughed, and then Karen said, “I’ll bet he hasn’t unpacked it yet. It’s probably in the same box with his Stargate Academy pajamas.”

Anna managed to look serious for a moment as she asked Derby, “Is that the same carton he packed all his miracle-cure acne medicines in, you know, the ones that just don’t seem to work for him?”

All three of them howled with laughter at that one. Derby really liked having fun with these girls, especially since it was at the dweeb Martin’s expense. It didn’t hurt anything that both of these girls were really very cute.

After they had recovered a little, Karen said, “Anna, one of the reasons I asked you to come over here tonight, besides the fact that I really wanted to get to see you, was to see if you wanted to have some fun. You know, see what the best part of college can be like.”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked.

“I told you over the summer about my boyfriend, Brad, right?”

Anna said, teasing, “Oh yeah, the phenomenally sexy hunk that makes you weak every time you think about him.”

“Shut up, freshman,” Karen said. “Yes, him. His fraternity is having a “welcome back to school” party tonight. Do you want to come with me? You can bring your boyfriend along.”

“Derby’s not my boyfriend!” Anna squealed, feeling a little embarrassed. “He’s just a guy I met when I got here. He helped me and my folks drag my stuff into my room, and then he called me tonight just as I was ready to come over here. He was nice enough to walk me over here.”

“Oh,” Karen said, openly eying Derby from head to toe, “so you’re just the perfect gentleman type, huh? Well, seriously, that was a really nice thing to do. Anna is just too cute to walk around alone at night. And with a guy as big and strong-looking as you, she was perfectly safe. Really, I think it’s great that you volunteered to escort my innocent little baby-almost-sister here. And Anna, you could do worse than being seen walking around with a hunk like this.”

Anna, seeming like she wanted to get off the subject, asked, “So what’s the deal with this party?”

“Oh, the usual frat party stuff,” Karen said. “Lots of beer, lots of booze, lots of fun, maybe a wet t-shirt contest and a wet boxer-short contest if the right people show up.”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to join in on that!” Anna said.

Karen laughed. “No pressure, although I bet a lot of those frat guys would like to see those tasty, tiny titties of yours.”

“Karen!” Anna exclaimed.

“Like I said before, lighten up! I might just join in, if I get drunk enough. And there’s no way you’re not going to stay right with me to watch the wet boxer-short contest. You’re in college, girl. Time to lose your innocence. So, what do you say, guys, are we going?”

“Anna,” Derby said, “I’ll stay with you just in case any guys try to hit on you or anything, if you like.”

“Then it’s settled. I just have to change shirts.” Before Derby or Anna knew what was happening, Karen had stripped off her shirt and was unclasping her bra. When it was off, she stood there in front of them, topless for a moment, and then grabbed a tank top out of a drawer and pulled it over her head. It was only when she was smoothing it over her very nice-looking breasts that she said, “Oops, I guess I shouldn’t have done that. Oh, well, at least maybe now I can get Derby to vote for me if I enter the contest, now that he’s seen me up close. Come on, let’s go.”

The three left Karen’s sorority house and headed out on fraternity row. They passed a few houses, and then went up the front walk of the house Derby had seen earlier in the day, the one with the volleyball court in the side yard and the beer truck out front.

“This is your boyfriend Brad’s house?” Derby asked, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

“Yeah. If I’m going to show you two how college kids party, this is definitely the place to do it. This is THE party spot on campus.”

As soon as they walked in the front door, Karen was grabbed by a huge shirtless guy whose chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He picked her up and kissed her roughly, ramming his tongue in her mouth. She kissed him back just as hard.

“Hey, Mountain,” Karen laughed when he had put her down. “Just as shy as ever, I see. Where’s Brad?”

“Probably upstairs getting his knob polished by two blond cheerleaders,” Mountain rumbled.

“Oh,” Karen laughed. “Just as gentlemanly, too.”

As they walked away, Anna asked, almost fearfully, “Who was that guy?”

“Everyone calls him Mountain, for obvious reasons. He’s one of Brad’s friends. He’s also the resident tattoo artist. He did every bit of ink on him himself, using mirrors. Did you ever try to draw in a mirror? That’s really hard to do. Imagine how hard it would be to tattoo yourself. But Brad does excellent work. A lot of the guys have at least some of his work. If you’re good, I might show you what I had him do on me. Of course, if I get drunk enough, you might see anyway.”