My Only Talent Ch. 19

We made a date for me to come to her house Saturday about 5 PM, so we could have an early cabrito dinner and then a late night together. That left Sunday open. My thoughts turned to Millie immediately. Sunday was still on my 'to do' list. Engineering 101 was a fast paced lecture, that perhaps shed some light on which reading assignments would make their way to the final exam, and which would not. All that skull sweat was making me ravenously hungry, and I was looking forward to a leisurely and filling lunch, at a time that I normally missed the meal completely.

I got back to the dorm in time to dump my backpack in the room before the lunch line opened. I was not first in line, but almost. When I emerged from the serving line with a heaping tray, I spotted Lizzy Reagan's roommate Orinda, seated alone and looking wonderful. I smiled at her and made a beeline for the seat next to her.

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"Hi Orinda! It's nice to see you. I almost never eat lunch here on MWF, so I am glad we could touch" I hesitated and she looked up at me with big eyes, "base. How are you doing?"

"Uh, fine, I guess, but the rest of the semester is going to very busy."

"Unreal. It seems like I would have to stay up 23 hours a day just to do all the reading that has been assigned since Thanksgiving."

We made small talk about school for a while, and then she looked self conscious, finally asking me "Was it really you in that costume at the UDP party, as "The Master" with those girls on leashes?"

I smiled warmly at her, and her eyes got even wider. "'Would that be something you wanted to know more about, Orinda?"

A spike of Suzie energy reached me, and it grew into a low howl. Orinda's eyes got wide, and she shifted her legs under the table. But she did not get up to leave, nor did she drop her gaze from looking directly at me. Yet.

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Strelsa was a bit startled when Suzanne Pliskin called her and suggested they meet for lunch again so soon. She hadn't really expected an answer to her difficult sexual request for a threesome for her husband Günter until after the beginning of the spring semester, and even then she expected a negative response. She was still surprised that she had even mustered the courage to ask Suzanne in the first place. Strelsa had always known she was pretty, but Suzanne Pliskin was so beautiful she was intimidating, and there seemed to be nothing to fault her on. She was perfectly quaffed, her clothing and makeup was always top drawer, she spoke even more languages fluently than Strelsa did, and she was an incredible athlete and already a well respected PhD candidate, too. Strelsa had not missed the way Günter had been unable to avoid gawking at Suzanne during dinner at their apartment, and that made her apprehensive, despite her confidence that Günter loved Strelsa with all his heart. They met, as they had before, at a bench on the East Mall, and they both got food cart hot egg rolls and a bottled water. It was not quite as cold and windy out as the last time they met, but Strelsa still felt a little chill run through her when Suzanne made eye contact with her and smiled. Was that smile a little predatory?

"Hi, Strelsa. Thanks for meeting me. I wanted to talk about what we spoke about before, involving you and me, and Günter?"

"I am surprised that you can give me an answer so fast."

"Well, it's not for certain yet. I admire your selflessness, and understanding Günter's needs, and I have to complement our mutual friend Robby on his open mindedness, too, as I think he is okay with it. But there are some complications and some things I need you to agree to, also."

Strelsa's heart pounded in her chest, and that was just from thinking that the answer might be yes. Inwardly, she had almost hoped that Suzanne would just shut this whole idea down. When she realized there might be even more to it, she got even more apprehensive. "What do you mean?"

"Well, if I do these things for you, Strelsa, I want you to do some things for me, and for Robbie, and in a way, for yourself."

Strelsa had not touched her egg roll, and had now forgotten all about it. What did Suzanne mean, and what was that look she was giving her? "I am not sure what you mean, Suzanne."

Suzanne leaned over and put her hand on Strelsa's leg, just above the knee. "We need to talk!"