Sisterhood 101
Copyright© 2025 by WittyUserName
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Kayla and her friends have graduated high school. Now it is on to college and the real world. New adventures, new loves, new friends. Yet, their crazy senior year in high school is not done haunting them. This story is a direct sequel to Birthday Pool Party. I did attempt to write the first chapter in such a way that someone who hasn't read Birthday Pool Party could follow along, but reading Birthday Pool Party first will enhance the experience.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor School Tear Jerker Sharing Incest Father Daughter Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
~Ashley Bartlett~
Wednesday August 20, 2025
I woke up to the sounds of movement: a zipper, followed by the thump of something heavy being set down. The bed was so comfortable I was tempted to go right back to sleep, but I knew it was a week day and I had class. Wincing slightly, I slowly opened one eye and squinted as my vision adjusted to the morning light entering the dorm room.
Marcia was standing between her desk and bed, fully dressed. She wasn’t mostly-dressed, she also didn’t look like she hurriedly threw something on. Fully dressed in jeans and a fitted top. Her dark hair was smooth and neatly pulled back. A zipped backpack was sitting on her desk, ready to go.
Groaning loudly as I sat up, I felt the blanket fall to my stomach as I looked at my roommate. “What time is it?”
“Time to wake up,” Marcia said calmly before gesturing at my chest. “Put that away, would you?”
“Huh?” I frowned, glancing down to see that my left boob had popped out of my tank top. “Oh, oops!” I put away my tit.
Marcia smiled at me. A polite smile that the responsible girl often used. I could tell she had been awake for at least an hour. “We have biology at eight.”
“I know,” I sighed. “I also know we don’t have to wake up this early.”
“Ashley, you’ve already hit snooze on your phone three times,” Marcia looked at me flatly.
“That’s part of the process,” I shrugged, adjusting myself until I was sitting on the edge of my bed with my bare feet on the floor.
Marcia arched an eyebrow. “The process of being late?”
I rolled my eyes at her while running my fingers through my hair. “We’re not gonna be late.”
“By the way, you promised to keep your mess on your side of the room,” Marcia put her hands on her hips as she looked at me. “Your bra was on the doorknob and your panties were on my desk for some reason.”
“Ugh, this is starting to sound like my dream,” I grunted.
“What dream?” Marcia frowned.
“I had a dream a while ago that we were roommates,” I explained quickly. “And it’s pretty much coming true so far. You put a calendar on the wall, the fridge is full of yogurt that helps keep girls regular, and my clothes are all over the place.”
“The calendar and my yogurt are staying,” Marcia smirked. “Only you can fix your mess.”
“Whatever,” I groaned, falling onto my back and staring at the ceiling. “Josh is in this one with us.”
“Yes, and his roommate,” Marcia confirmed. “Lexi as well. Kayla has cheer practice.”
“Cheerleading at 6:00AM; she’s fucking crazy,” I laughed slightly.
“No, she’s dedicated,” Marcia countered. “You could try it sometime.”
“I’ll be dedicated to the sorority,” I argued. “As long as any and all events take place at a reasonable hour.”
“You’re starting to sound like Hazel,” Marcia giggled. “You should hurry up and shower.”
I sighed dramatically, but still sat up and rubbed my eyes. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Maybe just a bit,” Marcia smiled.
“Bitch,” I grumbled before pulling off my tank top and standing to drop my panties.
Completely nude, I raised my arms above my head as I stretched, smirking as I caught Marcia admiring me. Marcia Moore. My Slut-sister. We got on each other’s nerves, but we loved each other. I was so lucky to have a boyfriend who accepted the kind of love I have with my girls.
With our differences, we butted heads often; just like Hazel and Lexi often did. Watching Marcia, I could tell she was in her natural habitat: schedules, early mornings, responsibility, organization. All while my brain was barely functioning as I struggled to wake up.
“You okay?” Marcia eventually asked, noticing I hadn’t moved.
“Yeah, just tired,” I quickly answered before heading for the bathroom. “Don’t reorganize my side of the room while I’m gone!”
“No promises,” Marcia’s voice called from behind me.
Thankfully Oakwood Commons was a very modern dormitory, allowing the two of us to have our own bathroom. The hot shower really woke me up, and I quickly went through my morning routine. I quickly dressed in jeans and a v-neck top before grabbing a protein bar and a water.
“Shit,” I hissed, checking my phone. “Josh just texted me; he’s already at the lecture.”
“Told you,” Marcia laughed.
The lecture hall was crowded when we entered, with people moving through the rows of fixed seats that rose steeply toward the back. I immediately spotted Lexi in the front row, which was surprising. It made sense when I realized she was sitting with my boyfriend.
Josh Greene was slightly-taller than me with curly blond hair and blue eyes. He was shy and quiet and fucking adorable. I smiled widely when he caught my eye and waved me over. Marcia made sure to get a seat where she could easily see everything, while I prioritized sitting next to Josh. Lexi moved a couple seats down, sitting next to Josh’s roommate.
“Morning, baby!” I said, pecking his lips before turning to his roommate. “Hi, Derek!”
Like Josh, Derek Alvarado was a biology major. He was shorter than I was, with dark hair and eyes. Shockingly, Derek was even more introverted than my boyfriend. The guy could barely look me in the eye, reminding me of Josh before we became a couple. Apparently Derek’s parents wanted him to live in the dorms so that he would gain some confidence. Perhaps I could help the poor boy.
“H-hi, Ashley,” Derek mumbled, his dark eyes staring at the desk.
“No need to be nervous,” I smiled kindly. “I’ll only bite if you want me to.”
“W-what?” Derek squeaked.
“We need to work on your confidence,” I told him before placing a hand to my face and leaning in conspiratorially. “My roommate’s single.”
“Stop making him nervous,” Marcia admonished as she neatly organized her supplies on her desk.
“She does have a point,” Lexi spoke up. “If Derek is gonna be hanging around us, he’s gonna need to get used to the craziness.”
“Josh, Shawn, and Ian managed just fine,” Marcia replied.
“Uh, Shawn doesn’t hang out with us and Ian dumped Kayla before heading to the opposite side of the country,” Lexi pointed out.
“Don’t be scared,” Josh said to his roommate. “They try to hide it, but they’re all really sweet. Even Lexi.”
“Wait, what does that mean?” Lexi frowned. “‘Even Lexi?’”
The professor entered the lecture hall before Lexi had a chance to respond. Doctor Hugo Kim was an older guy with a beer belly and graying hair. He quickly introduced himself, giving the impression of a friendly guy. There was a huge grin on his face as he let us know that anatomical facts were gross, but fascinating.
We got a brief overview of the course, with the professor mentioning that we were all required to also take the lab. Professor Kim introduced the graduate student who would be running the labs, Chelsea Park. A pretty, petite blonde in her twenties, Chelsea was perky and enthusiastic as she spoke to us. I also noticed Derek sit up in his chair as he admired our teaching assistant.
I sat back in my seat as Doctor Kim started an introductory lecture. Marcia was watching eagerly, scribbling notes while hanging onto his every word. Josh and Derek were likewise engaged, since it was part of their major. Lexi looked to be barely-listening, seemingly more interested in people-watching.
Partway through the lecture, my phone and Lexi’s both vibrated at the same time.
Emily Greene: DTX study session tonight in the library at 6. No pressure!:)
“What do you think?” I whispered to Lexi.
The redhead typed a response on her phone. “I told her I’ll think about it.”
“Well, I’m gonna go,” I declared. “You should, too.”
Ashley Bartlett: I’ll be there! And I’ll drag Lexi along with me.
Emily Greene: Great! See you both there!:D
Ashley Bartlett: Shouldn’t Chloe be recruiting?
Emily Greene: Oh, she is, but you’re dating my baby brother. I’ll get credit for snagging ya!
Ashley Bartlett: I am quite the prize.
Emily Greene: I’ll make sure my brother doesn’t let you go.:P
Ashley Bartlett: Josh is smart, he won’t do something that stupid!
“They’re persistent, aren’t they?” Lexi whispered when I put my phone in my purse.
“I like it,” I replied, glancing at Marcia.
Marcia hadn’t noticed our hushed conversation at all. She was fully engrossed in the lecture, completely in her element. Yeah, she belonged in that honor society. Josh was paying attention to the class, but he had noticed the conversation. Derek was still checking out the teaching assistant, at least until he turned slightly and caught my eye. I waggled my eyebrows, causing him to blush and return his attention to the middle-aged professor.
College was already pulling us in different directions; sororities, honor societies, cheerleading, majors. Hazel was having a baby. Anxiety clawed at me as I imagined all of us growing apart; it could happen slowly, sneaking up on us without any of us realizing it. I let out a breath, determined to make sure we never became strangers.
Biology ended at 9:15AM, and people slowly started leaving. Marcia, Lexi and I had a break until our public speaking class at 10:30AM. Kayla was done with cheerleading and was going to meet up with us before the four of us went to class. Unfortunately, Josh and Derek wouldn’t be joining us.
“I need to talk to Josh for a minute,” I said to Derek while holding Josh’s hand. “He’ll catch up with you.”
“O-okay,” Derek mumbled.
“We’ll meet you outside,” Lexi said, giving me a knowing smirk.
“Is everything okay?” Josh frowned.
“Yes, come with me,” I said, pulling him down the hall.
Students and staff walked by us, heading to their various classes. Fortunately, it wasn’t just big lecture halls in the building, there were also small classrooms as well. I slipped by a couple students, making sure we weren’t being watched as I led Josh into a dark classroom and shut the door.
“Why are we in here?” Josh questioned.
“I have a craving,” I explained, pushing his back against the wall where we’d be out of view from the window.
“Ashley!” Josh gasped as I dropped to my knees and reached for his pants. “Anyone could come in! There could be a class soon here for all we know!”
“Then you’d better cum fast,” I announced, freeing his dick and stroking it several times. “I’m fucking horny.”
“We can’t do this he- ah! Oh, fuck!” he groaned as my warm mouth closed around his shaft.
Rational thought was suspended as Josh felt me suck him. He buried his hands in my long blonde hair as his breathing grew ragged. I massaged his balls with one hand as my mouth and tongue brought him to full hardness. Then I held his thighs as I moaned and gurgled, sucking loudly as I flicked my blue eyes up to meet his.
“Glug! Glug! Gak! Gak! Glug!” I slurped and sucked, doing my best to keep him lost in the moment. “Gak! Glug! Hurk!”
I knew this was going to be a quick one, so I didn’t waste any time. His entire shaft was moist with my saliva as I used my tongue to massage every glorious, manly inch. I felt him throb when I took him deep in my throat, his leg shaking as he held my face to his crotch. My nails dug into his thighs as I moaned and sucked passionately, feeling my pussy dampening.
“S-someone could come in,” Josh weakly protested a minute later, his words not nearly as convincing while he had a hand down my shirt.
“We don’t get enough time together, baby,” I pouted, jacking him off as I gazed up at him. “I miss your cock.”
“I-I miss you, too,” Josh stammered, squeezing my boob.
“We both have roommates, it’s hard to find time to be alone,” I said sadly while continuing to stroke him. “I wouldn’t mind getting fucked in front of Marcia, but I know how shy you are. And, well, you probably don’t want your roommate seeing your sexy girlfriend naked.”
I popped him back in my mouth and sucked him several times.
“Oh, God!” he gasped.
“Mm, or maybe you do?” I pulled off him to ask. “Maybe you want your new roommate to see you fuck your slutty girlfriend? Would you like that?”
“I, ah, well...” Josh stammered.
“You’re such a sweet guy, being willing to let a girl explore her fantasies,” I cooed, stroking him. “Do you want to make your roommate jealous when he sees how I’m willing to do anything for your big dick?”
“Anything?” he asked, eyes wide.
“Mmhmm,” I purred as I nodded, giving him a couple more quick sucks. “I’d get on my knees for you and suck you off right in front of him.”
“You wouldn’t be embarrassed?” Josh wondered.
“Have you met me?” I giggled, swooping down to suck his balls for a few seconds. “I’m a dirty girl. You wanna fuck me like a dog so he can see my big titties bounce? Maybe he’d lay in bed playing with himself while you spanked me?”
“Ashley!” he hissed, rolling my nipple while I sucked his cock.
“Mm, I love your dick baby,” I cooed. “I love being your slut. You could be a nice guy and share me with your friend? Wanna see me skewered from both ends like a good, little whore?”
“FUCK!” Josh hissed as a jet of cum shot out of his tip and hit me in the face.
“I’ve got you,” I moaned, taking him between my lips and sucking out every last drop.
Josh is such a great guy. He never had any experience before me, yet he accepted me making love with my Slut-sisters. Girls were one thing, but I thought there would have been no way he’d be okay with me touching another guy. He reasoned that we were young, and probably wouldn’t last forever. He didn’t want to deny me any fun experiences.
I thought he was just saying that. Then he willingly watched Dan Mitchell fuck me in front of our friends. It turned out, I was the jealous one. I flipped out when Marcia kissed him at the same card game. Josh had a wild streak in him, one that I was happy to explore. With his approval.
Josh knew I’d slept with Steven again, and he made sure I was okay with it when I arranged a threesome with our hot Valedictorian after graduation. We probably weren’t forever; at least that was what he reasoned. I was starting to wonder if we might be. If things got more serious, I would have no trouble ditching other guys. Steven? Well, he might be a tough one. And, of course, I would always bond with my Slut-sisters.
“Just to be clear,” Josh began while I lightly suckled on his tip, “imagining you is what got me off.”
“Boys,” I rolled my eyes. “I know you like pussy, babe. And I intend to give you mine very, very soon.”
Standing up, I playfully pulled my shirt and bra down, giving him a peek at the girls. I made sure he was my guy, no one else. There were probably some guys who would judge him for being in a relationship like ours, but I didn’t care. Josh was everything a man should be. Kind, sweet, great in bed, awesome cook. Fuck, I was one lucky bitch.
“Hey, sorry,” I said to Lexi and Marcia when I met them outside the building.
“You missed some cum by your lip,” Lexi announced loudly.
“Lexi!” Marcia hissed, looking around to make sure no one heard.
“Thanks,” I smiled, taking out a compact to check my face.
“Shall we go meet Kayla?” Lexi offered.
Redwood Quad was a large space where students often socialized. The central green space had various branching paths and a bunch of tables with cheap chairs. Music was coming from somewhere, while some random guy was yelling about free pizza, and another person was giving a speech about student rights. I loved it. It felt like the college areas you often saw on television.
Kayla was still in her cheer gear: leggings, Phoenix team tank, hair pulled back in a ponytail with a couple strand coming loose. Four hot chicks walking through campus; yeah, we were getting a lot of looks. Guys would try to stare at us without being obvious, most failing miserably. A guy at a table dropped his clipboard as we walked past, his eyes on Kayla.
Marcia slowed down to scan fliers with more intensity than I shopped for shoes. Lexi was looking at a few fliers from the psychology department, while Kayla seemed interested in the list of upcoming games. Sorority and fraternity events were posted, as well as offers for tutoring and items for sale.
We had just sat down when Marcia pulled out her notes and started going over the lecture. Lexi and I asked Kayla about cheerleading, noticing how tired she looked. Apparently Wednesday was the day they went through the full routine. Marcia had a point; Kayla’s dedication was impressive. Plus, the girl could effortlessly do a full-split and even put her feet behind her ears. The bendy positions she could get into during sex made me jealous.
Kayla’s phone started buzzing, interrupting our conversation. Checking the screen, I noticed a frown cross her face.
“Hi, Daddy,” Kayla said when she answered the phone.
Lexi looks up from her phone, tilting her head slightly as she looks at Kayla quizzically. None of us are even trying to hide that we’re eavesdropping on the conversation. I’m openly watching Kayla, and even Marcia looked up from her notes. Steven didn’t usually just randomly call for no reason.
“Yeah, I’m with the girls,” she spoke into the phone. “We just got out of class.”
Kayla’s voice was relaxed and cheerful, but I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Lexi is staring at Kayla, her shoulders tense like she already knew what the call was about. Our nerves appeared to be warranted, as Kayla’s face soon started to pale as she listened to her father.
“Okay,” Kayla mumbled. “You talked to her today?”
The quad continued to exist outside of our little world. Someone was laughing nearby, that same guy was still ranting about students’ rights, and people were walking by us, unaware of any issues. I couldn’t hear Steven’s voice, but I could see the fear in Kayla’s eyes. Was it Hazel? Something else?
“I understand,” she sighed. “Yeah, that makes sense. My last class ends at 2:45PM. I’ll come straight home after. I just have to sign for it?”
Marcia looked at me, confused. “Sign for what?”
“Thank you for telling me,” Kayla exhaled slowly. “I’ll talk to Lexi now. I love you, too. Bye.”
Kayla ended the call and stared at her phone for a few seconds before looking up at us.
“You won a sweepstakes and need to be home to sign for your new car?” Lexi suggested with a helpless shrug.
“They’re moving forward,” Kayla whispered, fear in her eyes.
“Uh, what?” I asked stupidly.
“The trial,” Marcia stated. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,” Kayla nodded slowly. “Daddy already got a subpoena to testify. Sarah spoke to him about it. Lexi and I will be getting ours later this afternoon.”
“Oh,” I mumbled, my eyes wide. Detective Sarah McLorn. Our friend, and someone associated with the worst experiences of our lives.
“Why does Steven need to testify?” Marcia questioned slowly.
“He was extorted,” Kayla answered. “Remember? When Keith kidnapped us, the dumbass thought he could get money from Daddy.”
“Right,” Marcia winced. “Sorry.”
“Do they know when you have to testify?” I wondered.
“No,” Kayla shook her head. “Some district attorney is gonna reach out to schedule trial prep or something.”
“It must be complicated,” Marcia said. “Different charges, that party.”
“The five other guys at that party with David and Keith,” Kayla responded. “I imagine Stephanie and Kelsey will have to testify about that.”
“You and Lexi weren’t at that party,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, so we won’t testify against those five other guys,” Kayla continued. “I’ll have to testify about what Keith did, about David leaking my pictures and stuff. Then Lexi will also have to talk about what happened to her, the kidnapping.”
“You okay?” I asked carefully.
“Yes,” Kayla nodded, obviously lying.
“Lexi?” Marcia whispered, looking at the redhead.
“No,” Lexi squeaked, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m not.”
“Lexi,” Kayla said, reaching out to touch the redhead’s shoulder. “They can’t hurt you any more.”
“Keith can’t,” Lexi mumbled. “Don’t forget Kelsey had someone from The Crocs try intimidating her. That entire gang probably fucked me at one time or another. They know who I am.”
“We won’t let anyone hurt you,” I said sincerely.
“Slut-sisters forever,” Marcia vowed.
“I don’t wanna talk about it right now,” Lexi let out a breath. “Ashley, can you tell Emily I’m not gonna be at that sorority study thing tonight?”
“Of course, no problem,” I nodded.
“We have class,” Marcia said quietly. “In, ah, twenty minutes.”
I forced a smile, knowing pretending to be okay wouldn’t work forever. “Time waits for no woman.”
~Daniel Mitchell~
Wednesday August 20, 2025
Public Speaking was the worst class to take when lost in your own head. Sadly, I’d been stuck there since I walked in. I saw them immediately; it was hard not to. I’d lived in Ashwood my entire life, so it was expected I would share a class or two with people I knew from high school. I didn’t expect to see them, to see her.
Kayla Thomson was sitting in back, with Lexi Davis beside her. Ashley Bartlett was slouched in her chair while texting on her phone, and Marcia Moore was sitting perfectly straight with a notebook already open. Those same four girls. Only Hazel Collins was missing, but I knew she had deferred for a year.
I wanted to sit with them, and while we weren’t close, we were friends and it wouldn’t be strange if I did join them. Something stopped me. Shame, perhaps? I was such an idiot in high school, spending my senior year fucking my way through the female student body.
So many judged me, yet I still went to that birthday pool party for Kayla’s eighteenth birthday. A hookup with Lexi led to her meeting Steven, and they were still together. Then Kayla slept with me at a party and I behaved the way I always did; I left her. I left her drunk and alone. It was the most wonderful experience of my life, but fear and habit drove me away.
And that loser Keith Strulk found her and assaulted her.
Kayla had no idea I even knew, that I had managed to piece everything together. The kidnapping, the leaked images; that was all well known. The rest? Not as much. It didn’t help that I was also madly in love with Kayla. Yet, I acted like my old asshole self and left her alone and helpless. It was what I did because I didn’t think, I didn’t realize how much she actually meant to me. I didn’t deserve a second chance.
Fortunately, the girls didn’t notice me. I took a seat in the corner, away from them and in a place where they likely wouldn’t see me. Class wasn’t going to start for a few minutes, so I had time to ruminate over my failures. My lost love, my selfishness in high school.
I had decided I wanted to be a sports broadcaster, yet I hadn’t bothered to join the football team. I was friendly and popular in high school, but I was lazy. No worrying about the future. As a result, I ended up on the reserve squad. I’d be lucky if I got field time before junior year.
The professor was younger than I expected, looking like he was barely thirty years old. Professor Jamie Torres was a Latino guy with brown hair and eyes, along with a close-cropped beard. He confidently made his way to the front of the classroom and placed a briefcase on his desk.
“Welcome to Public Speaking!” Professor Torres declared, clapping his hands to get our attention. “Now, I hope you aren’t panicking, because public speaking is not about being perfect. It’s about being heard.”
Glancing over at the girls, I finally realized that something was off. Lexi’s foot was bouncing beneath her chair, as if she couldn’t sit still. Marcia and Ashley were alternating between looking at the professor and watching Kayla. Kayla? Kayla was staring straight ahead, jaw tight and brow furrowed. She looked stressed, looked like she was seconds away from getting up and running. I wanted to comfort her, but it wasn’t my place. I wasn’t part of her circle.
Professor Torres spent a few minutes covering the syllabus, explaining expected speeches and peer evaluations. The final sounded intimidating, and several groans indicated I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. If I was going to be a sports broadcaster, I needed to ace the class. And I would.
“Let’s start simple,” the professor said. “Introductions! I’m sure you all love those. Each person stand and state your name, major, and one thing other people wouldn’t guess about you.”
Ashley was the first of the girls to speak. She stood effortlessly. “I’m Ashley Bartlett! I’m undeclared, because commitment is scary. Something you wouldn’t guess about me? Hm, oh! Those commercials about homeless pets make me cry. Not just sad, I start crying like a baby.”
“Marcia Moore,” Marcia said quietly as she stood. “Also undeclared major. Uh, I’m really organized. My closet is arranged by color and season.”
Lexi hesitated before standing. “Alexis Davis. Lexi. I’m majoring in psychology. I hate money; it turns people into monsters.”
There was a slight pause before someone spoke up. “That’s true.”
“I’m Kayla Thomson,” Kayla said when she stood. “Criminal Justice. Something you wouldn’t guess about me is that I am absolutely terrible at public speaking.”
Laughter went through the room, and I couldn’t help but smile. Kayla sat down, a grin on her face as she glanced around the room. I noticed she waited until the room’s attention was drawn to the next person to speak. The instant she knew it was safe, the smile slid right off her face, replaced with a sad frown.
“Dan Mitchell,” I said when it was my turn. “Journalism major. I wanna be a sports broadcaster. Something you wouldn’t guess about me is that I joined the football team with no experience. So, I guess I’m a masochist?”
There were a few chuckles as I sat down. I forgot about the rest of the room when I noticed the four ladies looking at me, having just realized I was in the class. There were smiles and waves. I waved back, smiling and trying to make it seem like I also hadn’t known they were in the class. It would have been more convincing if they hadn’t just loudly announced their presence.
“Alright, that’s everyone,” Professor Torres smiled after the last person spoke. “You all spoke publicly and the world didn’t end. Amazing, isn’t it?”
There were a few scattered laughs.
“Public speaking isn’t about standing in front of people and magically being confident,” the professor continued. “The fact is, most of you will probably never love public speaking. That’s fine. What you’re going to learn is how to function despite being uncomfortable.
“Now, we’re going to do something simple. No grading and no pressure. I want you to find someone you don’t know and answer one question. Why did you take this class? Oh, and no cheating. I can see who you’re sitting with, so I already know who your friends are.”
I wasn’t sitting near Kayla; the professor had no way of knowing we already knew each other. Standing up, I took a couple steps toward the girls before freezing. I wasn’t the only guy who wanted to talk to them. They were swarmed in seconds. Well, that was out. My own fault for sitting on the other side of the room. Crossing my arms, I sighed and walked over to the first person I saw.
She was a tiny, tiny girl. Barely breaking five feet, I was over a foot taller than she was. The girl likely couldn’t break ninety pounds soaking wet. She had black hair, brown eyes, and olive-colored skin. Despite the California heat, she was bundled up in thick, baggy clothes. She was pretty, but clearly not one to seek out attention.
“Hi, I’m Dan,” I introduced myself. “Dan Mitchell.”
“Wow,” the petite girl whispered, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Sorry?” I asked with a polite smile.
“Uh, nothing. Sorry!” she squeaked, turning red. “Tasha Hoang.”
“Let me see if I can remember,” I said, gesturing toward her. “Sociology major?”
“Y-yes,” Tasha nodded, looking thrilled that I remembered. “Journalism major? You want to be a sports broadcaster.”
“You’re good,” I chuckled. “And that probably answers the question about why I’m taking the class.”
“It does,” Tasha giggled nervously. “Major requirement that will help you in your future career.”
“That’s the hope,” I agreed with a nod. “Your turn. Why are you taking the class?”
“I’m a sophomore and needed an elective,” she answered simply. “I’m, ah, I’m actually pretty confident speaking in front of a crowd. It’s the one-on-one stuff that makes me nervous. I know it’s weird.”
“Nah, it’s not weird,” I shook my head. “It makes perfect sense. One-on-one conversations are more personal.”
“Exactly!” Tasha grinned.