Page 25 of Necessary Roughness
It was such a foreign feeling, knowing that two of the most popular guys on campus wanted to have sex with me. Disbelief mixed with the thrill of anticipation. I had never been a popular girl. Not that I was aloser, but I definitely wasn’t in the upper echelon of popular cliques.
I’d never done anything like this before. Up until now, I’d lived an extremely boring life. When my friends went to raves and took molly, I always abstained. I wanted to be a school teacher!
Trying to initiate a threesome at the party was, quite literally, the craziest thing I’d ever done in my life. And I was drunk when it happened, so it’s not like it was a super deliberate decision.
Now Sober Sloane was behind the wheel. And Istillagreed to their offer. What had come over me? Deep down, was I desperate for a new level of excitement before college was over and I became a teacher? Was this something I had always subconsciously wanted?
Yet as I walked back to campus, I felt a firm sense of certainty about my agreement. I was nervous, but this was absolutely something I wanted. It helped that I felt a unique sense of trust for the two star football players. I had made an ass out of myself at the party, and theystilltook care of me and made sure I got home safe. Chatting with them for the last five minutes helped, too. I actuallylikedthem. They weren’t like other football players—or the stereotype that I pictured, at least.
There was no use overthinking it now, though. I had three days to wait before we met.
Threeverylong days.
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I spent the rest of Monday agonizing over whether or not to tell the twins. Normally, I told themeverything. They were my best friends. In general, I couldn’t imagine keeping any secret from them—let alone one that was this juicy.
But I was afraid that talking about it would make it fall apart, like telling someone your birthday wish. It wasn’t real, wasn’ttangibleyet. I wanted to see how everything shook out, if at all, before sharing it with them.
That night, I got an email from Knox with the class notes attached. Surprised by his name appearing in my inbox, I fired off a text message.
Me:How did you get my email?
Knox:I made a copy of your apartment key when I escorted you home after the party. Then I broke in while you were at class, hacked into your computer, and installed a whole mess of spyware.
Me:You looked me up in the student directory?
Knox:I looked you up in the student directory.
Me:Now I feel silly.
Knox:You just wanted an excuse to chat with me before our next class.
Me:I don’t want you to chat with me in class. That’s when we’re supposed to be focusing.
Knox:All the more reason to flirt with me right now, via text message.
Me:I’m not flirting! I’m thanking you for the class notes.
Knox:Are you?
Me:Am I what?
Knox:Thanking me for the class notes. So far all you’ve done is insinuate that I hacked into your computer.
Me:That was your imaginary scenario, not mine!
Knox:It’s a pretty sweet scenario though. I watched a lot of cheesy hacker movies as a kid.
Knox:So are you going to thank me for the notes, or what?
Me:I already did!
Knox:Scroll up, sweetheart. You talked about thanking me, but never did :-)
Me:Damn. You’re right. Thanks for the class notes.
