Chapter 2

We arrived at North Coast University around 10 am. The two hour drive felt like an eternity thanks to our “game.” Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I was complaining about 69-ing Jess a bunch of times. And we didn’t have any more pressing plans anyway.

We dressed back into our street clothes - a simple button-down blouse and jean shorts for Jess, Super Mario t-shirt and jogging shorts for me. They weren’t stylish at all but they are easy to put on and off. Heather led us to her dorm room. She opened the door and startled a petite Asian girl seated on the bed to the right.

The room was small, a typical dorm, with beds on each side, two desks across the back with laptops, and a mini-fridge topped by a microwave.

The Asian girl had been reading something that she hurriedly slapped closed and tossed to her side. For a brief moment, I thought she was reading a porno magazine but the book was hardcover, thick, and I could make out “Fundamental Principles of” something or other printed on the binder. I guess she’s just the fidgety type. She looked up at both of us and adjusted her glasses.

“Oh, hi, you startled me!” she said. Her voice was soft.

“Sorry, Lissa,” Heather said. “These are my friends Jess and Aaron. Guys, this is my roommate Clarissa but she prefers Lissa for short.”

Jess gave a smile and waved, I nodded toward her in greeting.

Heather continued. “Lis, I invited them to stay over and visit for a couple of days; I hope that’s ok.”

“Oh, uh, sure. It’s ok with me,” Clarissa replied. She glanced around the small dorm room. With two twin beds, two desks, and two nightstands, there was hardly anywhere left to sleep, yet she said nothing. I suspected she wasn’t the kind of person to object to much. I suspected Heather could have asked her to sleep in the cafeteria for the night so we could have her bed and she would have agreed.

“How do you guys know each other?” Clarissa asked. I’m sure she could tell we were noticeably older than Heather. Heather’s the one who answered.

“I blackmailed Aaron into being my sex slave. Then later, Aaron got married to Jess and he helped me blackmail Jess into being my sex slave as well. Now they do anything I tell them to!” Heather said, grinning ear to ear. Clarissa’s jaw dropped.

“Wait, you’re joking. She’s joking, right?” She directed the question at me.

“Uh, well, to be clear we are all friends now. And everything is 100% consensual. Now. But initially, well ... Yeah, it’s pretty much like she described, I guess.”

“Oh, wow...” Clarissa mumbled. “So, when she says ‘anything’...?”

Heather answered. “Well, maybe not anything. I do have some limits. But if I told them both to strip right now, they would. Wouldn’t you, guys?”