Chapter 11

“You might want to clarify that, dipshit!” I said, smiling at him sweetly.

Tom looked confused for a moment while the girls giggled, but then caught on. “What I mean is, I first ran into Dan here last year. Now we live across the hall from each other.”

“You sure did run into me. You spilled a full pitcher of beer all over me when you were stumbling to the bathroom.” Turning to the girls, I said, “Tom sometimes has a problem with not knowing his limits at the bar. Like now.”

Michelle laughed and patted Tom’s hand. “We’re still more or less sober, so I guess we won’t have to worry about you trying to take advantage of us. But we might try to take advantage of you.”

“Oh really?” I said. “Does that mean I should act drunk too? Would you like to take advantage of me?”

“Our glasses are empty. Maybe you boys should buy us a drink or two and we can see who takes advantage of whom,” Janine said. I noticed that her knee was pressing against mine.

“What would you like?” I asked.

The girls looked at each other and giggled. Then Michelle put her hand on Tom’s again. “I think we’d both like a ‘Wet Pussy’.”

Somehow, I managed to keep my “cool” face, but Tom damn near choked on his beer. “Did you just say what I thought you said?” he sputtered.

The girls laughed. “It’s a drink, silly. An ounce of Chambord raspberry liqueur, two ounces of Irish Cream, and six ounces of milk shaken with ice, then strained and served in a tall glass,” Michelle said.

“I’ll go get them,” I said.

Tom said, “I’ll go piss.”

Janine said, “Thank you for sharing. Remember, if you shake it more than three times, you’re playing with yourself. And that would be a shame.” She then leaned into me and said, “After we finish those, maybe we’d like a ‘Fuck Me Hard’.”

“Equal parts Crown Royal, Southern Comfort, and Amaretto, in pineapple juice with a splash of Grenadine?” I asked.

Janine leaned into me so that her one firm breast was pressing into my arm. She put her hand on my thigh and gently rubbed up from my knee to within an inch of my growing erection. “We’re not heavy drinkers. But we do like to have fun.”

The girls were talking quietly between themselves again when I returned with their drinks, but they stopped when I sat down.

“So, tell me about yourselves,” I said.

“Well,” Janine began, “we’re roommates. We’ve been best friends since elementary school. We’ve always done everything together. Play-dates when we were little, swimming lessons, dance class, softball, cheerleading, double dating, the works. Michelle’s my very best friend.”

“Yeah,” Michelle said, “the other girls on our floor say we’re LUGs, but that’s really not true.”

“Michelle!” Janine scolded.

“What are LUGs?” I asked.

“Lesbians Until Graduation,” Janine explained. “It’s because we spend so much time together. And we’re so compatible. And we sometimes swap clothes.”