Chapter 3: The Aftermath

Alan came down to my room a few minutes later. Fortunately, Amanda had locked it on the way out. I don't think I could've stood to be around him, since I knew that I'd tell him what had happened, and if I did, I'd never get to see Amanda again. So I just ignored his pounding, and fell asleep.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was that the pile of junk stacked near the closet on the far side of the room had grown, the hallmark of Ed's return. I sat up, and noticed that I had been sleeping with Amanda's panties clutched in my left hand, up against my face. I noticed Ed, too, under my loft, who had apparently taken the liberty of turning off my stereo and plugging in my computer. He was playing Doom, of course.

"Ed!", I said, in our traditional greeting. "Sam!" came the

near-liturgical response. "Good Break?" "It was OK, I think. Coulda been better, I suppose... the first day back was the best part, really."

"Uhhhm... yeah. I generally find that getting back to school... and the net feed... is the best thing... however, your, uhhhm, computer wasn't even plugged in... it took me a couple of minutes to figure... out that you had the power cord laying in your box of bathroom stuff..."

"Ed, this is better than that!" "Oh? Really? Uhmm... the only thing better than computers is sex. You know... oh. Wait. You don't. Scratch that..."

(Ed really should be excused. He's a CS major, and they just don't know any better... )

"Well, Ed, I beg to differ. Remember Amanda?", I said, idly gesturing with the wadded-up panties in my hand.

"Alan's sister? Of course. Why? Did your hand have a uhhm... close encounter of the masturbatory kind while you... uhhm thought about her naked writhing body or something?"

I began to unwad the panties. "Nope! Ed, I HAD Amanda's naked body writhing beneath me yesterday!" I smiled. He laughed. I held up the panties. He stopped laughing.

"That looks... kinda like a pair of panties... Are those Calvin Klein French Cut Panties?"

"These're AMANDA's Calvin Klein French Cut Panties!" "Oh. Cool! Congratulations!" Ed reached up and shook my hand. "So, like, uhhm... how'd you manage to get 'em?"

"Well, after we were done fucking, she sorta gave 'em to me, 'cuz she didn't wanna put 'em back on, I suppose..."

"So you, like, got some? COOL! How'd it go? Was it good? Was she good? Were you good? Do you maybe wanna share sometime?"

I proceeded to relate my experience of the previous day to him. Occasionally Ed would interrupt with an editorial comment like, "Yeah. Chicks like that," or something similar. However, for the most part, I did all the talking.