My Only Talent Ch. 07

My Sunday off was about to wind down, and I didn't want to think about school right now. On a whim I called Candy, and told her it was not a booty call, but how about we have dinner together and talk? She said a booty call would be better, but dinner would be fine for a start. We met at a popular noodle house near campus, which was crowded, and noisy. We sat very close together so we could hear each other.

"I wondered when you were going to call me, Romeo. I could use a good roll in the hay. Trey, AKA Jackson Pollack Jackson III, AKA Turd, has never completed a pass, if you know what I mean. I think I am a 'beard' and he is really gay! But it's not his wingman he is hot for, because snooty ol' Theodoric has made more passes at me than Trey has, although I have never really been tempted. So what's the deal, lover?"

It took me a second to absorb all that. "Well I wanted to talk to you. I still think about you a lot, but I have sort of a committed relationship going on since we met, and I don't feel right about starting up a relationship with you without being honest with both of you."

"You are too fucking nice for your own good, and mine, Robby! I have never told anybody to give me a booty call before. Are you worried about STD's? I am a very low risk chick. I screwed one guy and one guy only all through high school, and haven't been with anybody since last May. I give blood several times a year, so I have had all the tests, and I am clean as a whistle. A nice wet whistle for you, I might add, you blind fool. Have you thought about all my little pink treasures at the edges of my tan lines? Or are you now exclusively hooked up with that chick that water-skied with us at the lake house?" Suddenly her Suzie signals resolved themselves: a strong urgent but clear signal for me, and a moderate, raspy and nasty signal for Suzanne!

I grinned a little sheepishly.

"I can't blame you for that, because she is so hot and so buff, and the look on your face tells me you are about to say 'she is also a wonderful person', damn it! So she has you on the short leash, eh?

I guess with Candy I would never have to wonder what she thought. "Actually she says I am free to be with other women if I want. But we have talked about keeping our risks down by being very selective."

Candy smiled. "I get it, and that's smart. She can probably get anybody she wants, and you seem to do okay too. But I submit that I am one of the hottest and safest girls around. Just keep me in mind, Robby. I have stored up a lot of energy since last May, and I would like to release on you."

I smiled and kissed her gently. "You are one of the hottest things I have ever seen, and I would like to release some stuff on you too, someday. I just need to be careful about when."

She kissed me back. "That sounds delicious. Just let me know when and where. And don't call me again until you are ready to put out, hoss."

Wow! What a girl.

Classes resumed Monday, and the work was layered on in anticipation of another set of exams before Halloween. There would be another set after Thanksgiving, and then finals. I was in pretty good shape in all my classes. When I got to Rhetoric and Composition, Ms. Wyrickie was right outside the classroom hot boxing a cigarette! I suppose that our fantasy stories would never become reality. Sarah came in right behind me, saw and smelled it too, and walked right by her and said "yecch!" and went into the classroom. I was sort of looking forward to celebrating the TA's four weeks tobacco free, and especially getting to touch Sarah, but I was also concerned about her long term health. Suddenly I felt the same kind of frustration and rage I did in Melanie's room. I packaged up all sorts of awful images of lung cancer, patients without a larynx holding cigarettes up to a hole in the their neck to smoke, women with prematurely leathery skin and men recoiling at their smoker's breath, and finally men and woman clutching their chests and dying of heart attacks as sobbing children looked on. As the door opened and Ms. Wyrickie was about to step through it, I hit her right between the ears with my Suzie signal blast! Like Melanie, her face went ashen, but then it turned green and she spun on her heel and vomited all over the sidewalk. She fell to her knees and retched and dry heaved for another full minute.

She stumbled toward the bathroom and Sarah jumped up to help her. Sarah returned in a few minutes as a very shaky Ms Wyrickie sat down at her desk and apologized for the delay. Sarah leaned over to me and whispered "I told her we would reset the clock for 4 weeks from today". Class continued. I did not realize how much energy sending one of those huge Suzie blasts cost me until I hit the track with Suzanne. I was barely able to finish the run.

The rest of the week was unremarkable until Wednesday afternoon. I was sitting at my desk in the dorm room, trying to knock off several homework assignments before dinner when Kevin came in and said "you need to look at this!" and gave me a URL. It was a page on the Alpha Gamma fraternity website called "Coed Cooze Cam" that featured compromising and/or embarrassing photos of female students drunk, disorderly, naked, 'gone wild' or 'web-cammed' during sex acts by their boyfriends or snapped by the 'improper photography' crowd. There were dozens of thumbnails but Kevin pointed out the latest one and I clicked on it to start the video. It was obviously taken though the windows of a high rise apartment building and showed a blonde girl in a red leather outfit obviously performing fellatio on a guy. The guy's head was out of the frame of the video, and the girls face was obscured because it was pressed right up to the guy's crotch. But I knew who it was. As the video ended, glare on the windows made it hard to tell much more about the people involved, but then a banner graphic across the screen scrolled to say 'STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO OF THIS STORY, WHICH WILL FEATURE AN ADDRESS AND MORE HOT FOOTAGE!'

I was stunned. I had been looking forward to Lara and Suzanne and our 'sewing dates' on Friday and Sunday, but now I was filled with a sense of impending doom. I had to think, and think fast, to see how I could stop this from going any farther!