Hi, "Vickie". I'll bet you didn't think I was a member of this band of Lushies. Thanks for finally letting me know what happened between you and Charlie. It was one of the possibilities I'd considered. It's nice to get an explanation for why you got better at picking men. Six guys previous to your breakup? Puh-leeze. The girls on the floor were keeping score. Seven during your freshman year and six of those were after you became friends with Charlie. Four more your sophomore year and none of those were after your breakup. The guys on our brother floor were lifting weights just to earn their Vickie badge. Imagine their disappointment when you suddenly got pickier.
And 36Bs? Try 36DD. I can only guess that you deflated your number because, unlike the other guys, Charlie wasn't all that impressed with your boobs. Do I sound catty? Think twice before you call me a "little bitch". Bird legs my Aunt Martha. MWA! I love you, girl. ;)
I can understand why you used a pseudonym for yourself. You have a career and a polished reputation to protect. Don't worry, I'll keep it safe. Thanks for using our real names. It helped confirm your identity for us. That's right, Charlie read your story, too. We had some hot sex after that, but that's another story. Since you did me the favor of writing about what Charlie would never tell me, and since he confirmed the accuracy of your account, I decided to fill in some gaps you never knew about. So I'm going to add a couple of chapters to your... what did you call it? A psychodrama? A passion play? Your flair for the dramatic hasn't changed. A SHIP story. I like that.
Patty's Side
Vickie is right. I did have a girl-crush on her. For some reason, I was attracted to taller people. I literally still looked up to them and when I first met Vickie she seemed way more mature than me. I had fantasies about having sex with her, but I was too shy and, by all accounts from the girls on the floor, she was straight. I'd had one experience in high school with the captain of the girl's basketball team. She had taken me under her wing and protected me when other girls had bullied me. I'd had no experiences with men. As a short skinny introverted ginger girl with 32AAs and yes, a butt like a little boy, I didn't feel pretty or desired by boys.
I didn't have the resources to live at home and attend a nearby private college and the University of Wisconsin was near enough to home and my invalid mother whom I was a part-time caregiver for, so my plan was to spend the required one year in the dorms and then commute from home for my engineering degree. I did get to know some of the other girls on the floor, mainly because they were social butterflies and gossipers and I was a potential source of information about my illustrious roommate. They filled me in on all the dirt from her freshman year and told me she would be the roommate from hell, but, other than the frequent bouts of boy-crazy mania followed by the break-up blues, she was easy enough to get along with.
My fantasies of seducing Vickie over to the dark side changed when I met her friend, Charlie. He was a skyscraper. I would get so hot thinking of what it would be like to be licking and sucking his nipples while he fucked me. I had a rich fantasy life and often masturbated while Vickie was at a class. My older sister had given me two sex toys when I moved into the dorms. One was a vibrator and the other was a dildo. I never got up the nerve to put the dildo in my pussy and break my hymen. I liked to put it in my ass instead.
The vibrator was nice, but I soon found that the back side of Vickie's electric toothbrush did a much better job of stimulating my clit. As long as I kept the bristles pointed out of my folds, I could bring myself off in a very short time. I always rinsed it in warm water and peroxide afterwards, except for the time I noticed that dried pussy juice all over my pillow. That time I left it saturated with my maidenhead oil. (Sorry Vickie) The aroma from that pillow drove me wild with desire.
I sometimes studied in the same room with them, but after they decided to quit studying they liked to do bong hits and I could not afford to get high with them. I loved listening to them talk with each other while stoned, but pot always made me real horny and I didn't trust myself not to try and get them into the threesome that was the scenario of so many of my masturbation sessions. Eventually, I had to study elsewhere to keep my grades up, but it was clear to me that they loved each other so I thought I was also doing them a favor by giving them privacy.
I came back from study group one night to find that the planet had somehow got bumped out of its orbit. Vickie was crying and Charlie was gone and I later noticed that my sex toys were all shifted around in the secret place where I kept them. For some reason, these two lovers were no longer together and it didn't feel like the once or twice before when Vickie had to find Charlie and apologize for something. Vickie had been dumped so many times that, at first, I was angry at Charlie. But one of the girls on my floor said that she heard Charlie say, "I am not a toy," just before he left the room like a man ready to kick some ass. That got me wondering and I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
I watched how they interacted for the next few days and it was clear that they were both hurting, but Charlie flinched when he saw her and, when I talked with him, he looked the least guilty but the most devastated. He wouldn't tell me what happened, but I could sense that not saying anything was a matter of honor for him.
After Spring Break, he was gone and I felt like I had lost a friend. I hunted him down at his new dorm and waited to see him go to dinner in the cafeteria. I set my tray next to him at a table where he was sitting alone and when he looked up he was clearly glad to see me. We talked about meaningless stuff and I asked him if I could have some help with one of my engineering courses. He agreed and we began to study together two nights a week. I don't think that Vickie ever noticed the difference.
I noticed that when I got physically close to him, he would get tense. It seemed like he wanted to keep me at a certain distance and I was happy enough with that. I was always a little turned on by his unusual physique when I was with him, but I began to fall in love with his mind and his voice and his heart.
When I went home one Friday afternoon, I noticed that Vickie had an air of anticipation. I often picked up our mail from the slots at the front desk and I had seen a couple of envelopes that had masculine handwriting on them, so my curiosity was piqued. When I returned on Sunday night, Vickie was almost back to her old self. She seemed like she had been through an ordeal and maybe learned a hard lesson. I also noticed that my toys had been moved again. The next day, I heard that Charlie had visited and left with a smile on his face.
When I went to study with him, he seemed like a great weight had been lifted from him. He also was not uncomfortable when I was close to him. I didn't know what to make of these changes, but I assumed he was back with Vickie. I never knew what to assume about the sex side of their relationship, but I always thought that maybe they had a "hands only" or "oral only" agreement prior to the breakup. They were both Catholics and I thought maybe Vickie was different with him because of that. The movement of my toys and their apparent make-up had me very curious.
Charlie and I started ending our study sessions with personal discussions, reminding me of the times in our room with Vickie, only without the pot. On one of those, I opened up about feeling like the last virgin on the planet. He seemed sympathetic, but then he said something that made my heart pound.
"I think it's harder on a guy. I feel so much pressure."
Charlie was a virgin? And he just admitted it?
"But I thought you and Vickie..."
"No. That never happened. I would have once, but not now."
Vickie is right about Charlie's face being easy to read. I could tell that he was sincere and, although he didn't know it, he'd suddenly given me two goals. One was to find out what he'd done sexually with Vickie and the other was to lose my cherry as he was losing his. I wasn't going to be fussy about what order the fulfillment of those goals came in.
I had become somewhat skilled at drawing information out of both Vickie and Charlie. Vickie was an easy one, especially when she was stoned. My curiosity about Charlie was strong, but I think I hid it well. Mainly by asking innocent and naive sounding questions when she was susceptible, I had lead her into giving up what she knew about him. I knew that I could use what I learned either for or against him. I decided to use it for him but also for me if I could.
I knew that he was sensitive about being told he was too tall. Although no guy had ever told me I was too short or too skinny, I saw that they always went for the tall busty babes, Charlie included. I wondered if he did that because he didn't think he had a chance with shorter girls. So the next time we studied together, I was prepared to do some probing.
When we finished studying and began to talk about personal stuff, I steered the conversation to why we didn't date.
"You know, some of the girls on the floor think you don't see anyone else because you're Vickie's boytoy."
"Hmph. That's not it. Vickie's just helping me get over my shyness. I just haven't found any girls who like a guy my height."
"I know what it's like to feel too something. Like... I know you probably think I'm too short."
"Too short? No Patty, I think you're..."
There are moments in life when suddenly time seems to stop and you have all kinds of time to guess at what's about to happen. This was one of those moments. Charlie's next words could have been anything. I dared not hope that he would say "just right" or "perfect" or any of the really great answers that would make me tear my clothes off and jump his bones. I also hoped he wouldn't say any of the devastating answers like "too skinny" or even worse, "just not my type".
"...height is as irrelevant as mine to whether you're desirable."
Dammit.