“Hey Aaron!” Rachel said with an annoyingly cheerful little girl voice. I rolled my eyes. Aaron introduced me as his “friend Nicole” and I shook hands and all that shit. When I bent back from the front seat to look at them, I saw their eyes go straight to my tits. I smiled, enjoying their gazes. They couldn’t really help but look, I sort of splayed them out there.
“So you’re in college?” Beth asked.
“Yeah,” I said with a little annoyance in my voice, and then turned and looked out the windshield. Not only did I want them to believe that I thought I was better than them, I kind of actually felt that way. So I crossed my arms and sort of ignored them. Aaron sensed I was being rude but I gave him a look that said ‘I got this.’ And off we went to the basketball game.
“That’s cool,” Rachel said, attempting to open me up. I turned to Aaron and whispered into his ear.
“I am saying something snide about Rachel to you right now, when I laugh, you laugh,” and then I moved away from his ear and giggled a little. He laughed also and I had successfully set the tone for the evening.
We live just outside the city and we were going against the evening traffic so we made pretty good time. The girls in the back chattered away about school and other just mind-numbingly stupid shit. Anytime they addressed me I would answer back with a single word or just an annoyed grunt. They seemed to distrust me, which was good. On the other hand, I would often make comments to Aaron and would provide lengthy responses to anything that he said.
The plan, of course, worked perfectly. In a matter of minutes I had made it clear that the women in the car weren’t there to talk to one another. Aaron’s attention was what was important and we were all supposed to compete for it. And believe me, the stupid little high school girls fell right into that trap. Soon they were even talking over one another to get Aaron’s attention. Aaron isn’t particularly smart, but he saw that it was working. He tried to be withholding when it came to Rachel. He lavished most of his attention on me, but threw Beth a bone every once in a while. By the time we pulled into a parking garage in the city, Rachel looked completely at a loss. She was very cute; she wasn’t used to playing third string.
We walked up into the arena. As we made our way to our seats, I noticed men turning to look at me. At college I’d come to realize that it can be a lot of fun to have men slobber of you. They are so easy and it makes you feel nice to be wanted. Especially wanted in a dirty, naughty kind of way. I smiled at my admirers (and judges) and then reached over and grabbed my brother’s hand. He almost recoiled, then remembered why I was there and took it. I think he would’ve liked me more aloof, but he knew I had the upper hand. If I wanted to hold his hand, he had to let me because he couldn’t let dearest Rachel see him push me away. I hadn’t really thought about the power I had until that moment. And what could a good big sister do, but abuse it. While he was holding my hand, I leaned over and put my head on his shoulder.
A couple of things I should note right here. First, my brother is only like 5’7, so putting my head on his shoulder wasn’t that difficult. He always had girls but I could never figure out why. He was heinously skinny and not particularly attractive (especially at times like then, when his hair was cut really short). Second, I don’t want you to get the feeling that I enjoyed the act of holding my brother’s hand or anything else. I like that it annoyed him, I like that it pissed off Rachel and Beth, and I like that when I tilted my head to the side it gave a nice view of my neckline drawing attention down to my breasts. It was just as repulsive as ever to actually touch him.
“Come on Nicole, don’t be an asshole any more than you have to be,” he whispered to my ear.
“I love you too,” I said and he rolled his eyes. But we made our way to our seats and sat down. They weren’t nosebleeds, but they weren’t real great either. Aaron sat on the end next to the stairs, I sat next to him, then there was Rachel and finally Beth. I had decided to sit right between the lovebirds, to make it as uncomfortable as possible. And while Aaron was there, I held his hand. I could tell that Rachel was pissed, but I pretended I didn’t notice.
About five minutes before the game started Aaron said he was going to the concession stand. I told him I wanted a diet coke. Beth and Rachel made orders as well. Then, turning the knife, Aaron asked for money from the other girls but gallantly implied he would pay for mine (I figured it was coming out of my $200. 00, but I was at least happy the kid knew when to throw a punch). When Aaron was gone, I decided fuck with the girls a little more. I decided to talk to them.
“So…” I said, they had been talking together and I waited a minute until they turned and looked at me. They had these haughty looks on their faces like they thought I was a total slut. I’d seen that face before.
“What?” Beth said finally, it was clear that she was going to try to act as gatekeeper between me and Rachel.
“You girls looking forward to college next year?” I asked.
“Uh… yeah,” Beth said. They weren’t prepared for idle chitchat.
“Yeah, it is a good time. Where do you think you are going?” I asked. They told me their schools. They were both going to some snooty private college.
“Oh I go to State,” I explained, “I always wanted to go to a party school you know?” I explained. I didn’t tell them that I went to State because I was poor and it gives an excellent education for your dollar.
“Oh?” Beth asked, “Why is that?” She was as awkward at playing cool as she was at walking.
I licked my lips a little seductively, and then I leaned in towards them. I know my thick perfume wafted over them. “A big party school is great because you can be with a guy one night and then just avoid him forever. You rarely run in to the same people twice unless you want to.” Both of them got wide-eyed.
“So what, you just like to get drunk and sleep around?” Rachel asked incredulously.
“Well,” I said trying to sound a little hurt, “It isn’t just like that. I mean, there are other good things too. The football team is good this year…” Hey reader, stop laughing. I am not as big a slut as I was pretending for these girls, so don’t be a dick. Anyway, my two companions were quiet for awhile.
“How long have you and Aaron been dating?” Beth asked nonchalantly.
“Oh we’ve kind of been seeing each other since last summer,” I explained and I saw the shock register on their faces. I pretended I suddenly realized what I’d just admitted to, “But oh, I mean it isn’t like exclusive. He knows that.” I explained. And suddenly, Rachel did not just have competition for Aaron’s affection; she had an unworthy slut who cheated on Aaron. Now she had to save him from me. Seriously, this was so easy. At around that time, Aaron came back and gave me my Diet Coke.