Beth picked up her knife and cut into her own omelet. Then she looked up at Bridget, meeting her eyes and replied quietly, “Nothing much. We are just glad to see you…” she stiffened suddenly. Then she grinned.
“Well, Carla,” she went on with sudden glee, “I guess that is one way to solve this situation.”
“What?” said Carla, confused, but glad a firefight wasn’t breaking out.
“I’m pretty sure Bridget just short-circuited the issue and fucked Alistaire herself, along with other assorted activities,” Beth said, hardly able to contain herself.
Carla gasped, then stopped. She sniffed at what her gasp had told her. Then she leaned forward and took a deep, ostentatious, whiff. “Daaamn! She fucked him just now!”
Bridget could not help but giggle. I just sat there, looking smug. I felt smug. I felt I deserved to feel smug. Smugness quite possibly defined me at that moment. Besides, I knew my participation in the conversation was not currently needed. I resumed eating, in hopes my other services would, however, be needed again soon, and often. “The smell gave us away, huh?” Bridget asked. “We were so hungry, we didn’t think, until we already had trays. It’s why we are way the hell over here.”
“It wasn’t the aroma at first,” Beth said mercilessly. “It’s just, unless I am very mistaken, you have a leeeetle sticky patch of cum on your face, right there by your ear.”
Bridget blushed. “Oops? Still, it was a good morning to lose my virginity.”
“You what?” Carla practically shrieked. She stood up so fast she hit the table with her super long thighs and almost spilled everything on it. A few other kids looked lazily over our way, but it was just our crazy bunch, and nothing spilt, so they all lost interest.
Beth just sat there, dumbfounded.
“And with that, ladies and gent,” Bridget said almost sternly, “I announce the new No Secrets About Sex rule among us. None. Clear?” The others immediately nodded. “Good. To get into full compliance, I will tell you, Beth, that we had sex in your secret room.”
“I had that coming,” Beth said calmly.
“Wait, you have a secret room?” Carla asked quickly.
“You don’t?” Beth asked, as if surprised they had not brought this up between them. I was sure surprised at that.
“We always screw on the high jump pit.”
“Outside?” Bridget almost choked.
“It is actually way more comfortable,” I allowed myself to contribute. “I’m surprised they don’t sell those things to married people.”
“And it is surprisingly discreet up there, at the right time of day,” Carla agreed. “But it does not have a locked door!” she added hotly. “You had to hog the love nest for yourself?”
“In fairness, I didn’t know about you,” said Beth defensively. “I just didn’t want to share it with Sherri. Or Jenn. Or Poppy.”
“Wait,” Bridget put in firmly. She looked at Carla, “Beth didn’t know about you either?”
Beth looked sheepish. “Again, in fairness, she didn’t know about me either.”
Bridget’s jaw just worked for a moment. Then, inevitably, all three of them turned to look at me.
I shifted nervously.
“The fact that you survive with all five limbs intact, especially the big one, is amazing,” Bridget said.
Beth just laughed, and Carla added, “Yeah, if he weren’t so god-damned good, he’d be dead for sure.”
Bridget just sighed in a way that conveyed contented agreement. “So, we are all caught up? Northing else?” she added menacingly.
“Alistaire’s Mary has a twin sister and he nailed her on the same night in the same room as he screwed Mary only back and forth and we got it out of him when we were in his room just after we found out about each other and then Ben came in and we told him and he about died and then Beth gave Ben a lap dance to make him stay quiet and then she threatened him to make it stick,” Carla said hurriedly, before taking a deep breath. “Oh, and I think Beth wants to maybe fuck Ben, too.”
Bridget looked back and forth between the other two girls. Beth looked rather outraged, and clearly felt the last bit was not so much dark secrets revealed, as it was rampant, drive-by, speculation.
And oh, yeah. Looking at my dark-haired friend, I was sure that Carla’s speculation was correct. Beth was totally going to, at the very least, suck Ben’s cock. I hoped he’d survive. I’d seen the kind of girl he’d been with before. Beth would be like getting called up to the Big Leagues.
“That’s it,” declared Bridget. “There is too much to process. We are going up to Alistaire’s room right now and explain fucking everything, in detail.”
“No, we are not!” I said firmly. They all three looked at me a little strangely. Even now, with everything that had happened, they still got surprised that I might so much as have an opinion, once the three of them got going amongst themselves.
“I am going to my dorm, alone. Once there I will take about nine showers to make sure I get this incredibly sexy, but dangerous odor off of me. Then I will put on clean, comfortable underwear, because I swear, if I get one more hard-on in a jock strap, I am going to snap right off.”
“We are going up there just to talk,” Beth said quellingly.
“I will be alone in my dorm room with three achingly hot girls, working out some issues among us related to sex,” I snapped back, almost testily. “If I don’t get at least five hard-ons, I should to see a doctor or something.”
The three of them shared a look or two that did not bode safety.
“Bridget,” I overrode the diversion, “is also going to go take a shower of her own, sadly peeling the last vestiges of my supposedly uniquely delicious spume off her face.”
All three of them cracked up at that, even though Beth and Carla weren’t there for the conversation I was referencing. But they got the gist from my tone.
“And you two,” I went on, for the sake of completeness, since I was suddenly drunk with power and issuing orders. “You will, uh…” I paused while they both looked at me in amusement. This was not the way to cement my new assertiveness. “You two should just, um, oh hell, give each other a shower, how’s that? Then we are all on the same cleanliness level.”
“Oh yeah,” Carla drawled. “Got one more item for the secrets agenda. Since about eight seconds after the two of us found out about each others, Alistair’s been trying to con us into a fucking threesome.”
“Not without me,” Bridget snorted. She got up with her tray and only caught their looks at her just before she turned. “What?”
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