Three's a crowd

Three\'s a crowd

It was a slow, empty day in the dorms. Another weekend in the middle of the semester where it was too cold to go anywhere, and everyone was too tired to even care. No one was doing homework. Not really. That could wait until Sunday night. Several girls were sitting on a couch in front of the buzzing television in the study lounge. They had brought their textbooks, but they didn\'t even look at them. One girl ate macaroni and cheese out of the pan and shuffled her feet.

Girls were watching television in their rooms. Or taking their phones out into the hallway, so they could talk with their mommy or their honey without bothering their roommates.

And, of course, there were the guys. One of the two RAs, Kate with her sulky face and bad 80s hairdo (well, she was from Montana, what did you expect?) and extremely low ratings from her residents, had brought in quite a catch of guys from St. Thomas. She and two of her sorority sisters dragged them in right after lunch. She left her door open, just in case anyone who passed by hadn\'t noticed.

Kira was bored. She was hanging around in her room. She hadn\'t changed out of her pink nylon nightgown yet, even though it was 2:00 in the afternoon. She kept padding back and forth, going to her closet when she wanted something to drink, and watching a little tv. Nothing good was on. \"Keeping Up Appearances\" wouldn\'t be on until seven, and her cable reception was lousy again.

She didn\'t even think about reading. She was too restless, and she didn\'t have any books she hadn\'t already read in the room. That was the problem with reading so fast. And little category romances were not worth re-reading. She didn\'t even want to watch Dirty Dancing, which was showing on TNT, or her video of Titanic with LEONARDO. Nothing was bad. It was just... Nothing was good either.

Of course, Kira had homework. Plenty of homework, and there was that assignment due Monday in statistics, her most difficult class. But she wasn\'t going to start working on it quite yet. She wouldn\'t be Kira if she didn\'t procrastinate while checking her email ten times. Besides, she wanted to talk to someone from class before she got to work... That could also wait.

Kira took her hospital drink container and went down the hall to the kitchen to make up some tropical punch kool aid. She looked into the study lounge, but she didn\'t know the girls there very well. They were typical nineteen-year-olds, and Kira didn\'t seem to have patience for them anymore. They nodded at each other, but that was it.

Kira was about to go across the hall to the computer lounge to check her three email accounts, and see if anyone was on chat, when the idea struck her.

It was so exciting, she could hardly bear it. This wasn\'t just a lightbulb turning on over her head. This was a full blown lightbulb explosion. Kira stopped, and looked at the bulletin board the RAs had decorated with tips on overcoming procrastination (Yeah, right) while she calmed down. But she couldn\'t help grinning. Oh, yes. Kira was going to have some fun.

As soon as she got back to her room, Kira was grabbing for her phone. She only paused long enough to set her drink down. She didn\'t think to shut the door. She took a deep breath, and recited a string of numbers of herself. Yes, she was certain this was the right number. If not... She punched the numbers into her phone. This was a phone number she had had memorized for a long time, but had not yet had the opportunity to use. She was more excited than ever, but she didn\'t look it.

After two rings, the other line picked up.

\"Hello, Randy?\" she said. \"This is Kira. Oh, I\'m fine. Just fine. I was just wondering if you could...\" (She nodded, grinning more widely than she would have ever guessed possible.) \"You can come now? As in right now? That\'s good. You\'re already on the way to the car? Fabulous. Just call me when you get here and I\'ll come down and let you into the building. Do you remember where it is?\"

Kira was silent as she listened to the person at the other end. She nodded. \"Well, you\'ve been here before... Remember, there\'s a campus map right when you come into campus. You can\'t miss it. I\'ll see you soon. Yes. Well, see you later!\"

She shut the phone off. She waited. She sipped at her drink, mainly to calm herself. She felt tight as a whip about to strike. Then, she sat down at her desk with the phone, and punched in another number. Another phone number, in another state. This was someone who had been waiting for this call. He hadn\'t said as much, but she knew.

The other line picked up. \"Hello, this is Kira... Yes, it has been a while, hasn\'t it, Manish?\" (Pause. She nodded.) \"...You are bad! Yes, yes. So you\'ll come. Good. That\'s what I wanted to hear. I\'ll let you into the building. Oh, by the way. I\'ve told you about Randy before, haven\'t I? He\'s going to be here too.\"

A man\'s voice said, far away on the other line: \"You are a bad, bad girl, Kira! That poor innocent boy. And you\'re going to do this to him!\"

\"Yeah, Manish,\" said Kira. \"And you\'ll get to help out. Oh, I\'m sure.. It will be a night to remember. No, I think it\'s a good idea... Just wait a little before you show it. Don\'t be a cheap tease, Manish. Be expensive... Well, I\'ll see you then. Bye-- For now!\"

Now that her phone calls were done, Kira had to wait. For the phone to ring, and it had better not be her parents or one of her friends or classmates. Not today. What if-- Kira went back to her closet. She kept her groceries on the two lower shelves, but that wasn\'t all. Oh, no. She took a cardboard box down from the top shelf. She wouldn\'t be able to use its contents for hours yet, but she couldn\'t wait. Through an act of sheer will, she made herself not actually open it. She set down on the closet floor. It rustled with promise, with sweaty grunts. A man\'s cry. Kira loved nothing more.

Kira sat down on her bed, and switched the channel to the news. She searched around in her sloppy sheets, and pulled out a set of fur-lined handcuffs that had somehow gotten shoved down in the bed. Kira sighed.

Meanwhile... In Dearborn, Ohio, Manish was rushing out the door. After Kira\'s call, he had only taken enough time to get his car keys and his wallet. Plus a change of clothes and toothpaste, just in case. He had a long way to drive, and he didn\'t plan to stop, except for gas, until he reached his destination. Manish was dressed for the office, proper and even conservative. But underneath it, he had a little surprise...

In Waterloo, Iowa, Randy Foreman crawled into his little car. Both of the doors were broken, so he had to get in through the back hatch. He mumbled to himself. Reminders to stay cool, stay cool. He wore a blue button down shirt and khakis, and he knew he was looking sharp, and he was no little dude (hint, hint). After he had talked to Kira, he had his mother pack a few things for his sudden, mysterious trip. She hadn\'t asked where he was going, and he wouldn\'t have told her anyway.

If she only knew! Randy made it into the driver\'s seat, and drove off through the mean streets of Waterloo, eager to get to Kira.

Three hours later, Randy arrived on campus. His phone manner was as bad and stumbling as ever, but Kira finally helped him locate a parking spot, and make it, with god\'s blessing, to her dorm. Kira had gotten dressed by then, and she had chosen a loose shift dress. Much easier to throw off when the time came. When they got back to her room, Randy sat on Kira\'s extra bed, and pressed his legs together. He still didn\'t know what his mistress wanted. She would tell him when she was ready. He knew that.

He looked around the room. He couldn\'t help but notice that her copy of his masterwork, The Streets of Waterloo, was displayed prominently near the television. So everyone could see that manly picture of him in his eagle scout uniform on the cover. \"So,\" he said. \"Anyway. How are you doing, Kira?\"

\"Fine, Randy. I\'m glad you were able to visit.\"

\"Well, of course. I\'m just, just glad I was able to make it on such short notice. The traffic was just horrible on the interstate. I don\'t know what is with these people. I had to, well, I had to get tough with them sometimes. Anyway. It\'s just the way people are in Minnesota, I\'ve noticed. Sorry Kira, I know you\'re from Minnesota, but--\"

\"Randy,\" Kira said. Firmly. \"I\'m sorry you had a difficult time getting here, but we can discuss that later. I\'ve got some things planned, so we are going to be busy.\"

\"Oh! Are you finally going to introduce me to some of your friends?\"

\"Actually, yes. I\'m waiting for someone else, a very good friend of mine, who should be arriving here in a few more hours.\"

\"That\'s nice! Does she go to school with you and, and, Claire?\"

\"No. This is someone I know from outside school. But you\'ll find out everything soon enough. Now, enough questions.\"

Kira smiled at Randy. She wanted to use the toys in her special box now. It was unbearable to have to keep waiting. But the time was not right. She just had to wait a little more, a little more. But it was so hard. Why, why did Ohio have to be so fucking far away? It would be hours still before Manish arrived. She knew he was coming as fast as he could without getting arrested for speeding. That didn\'t make it any easier.

Of course, Kira was happy to see Randy, even if she didn\'t show it in a way he easily understood. Oh, the joy of hearing his little \"Hey, Kira!\" when she had let him into the building. But Randy was not enough. Kira needed both of her boy slaves. Nothing else would do, especially now.

Hours passed. Manish didn\'t call from the road, but then, Kira knew he didn\'t have time for that. She seethed inside as she talked with Randy. Randy was happy to talk, but then he always was. He wanted to discuss abortion and birth control, though Kira couldn\'t figure out why. His opinions were extremely uninformed, and he tended to contradict himself. But Kira was never mean, even when she corrected him.

She made a sandwich for him at dinner, and bought him a pop (Pepsi) from the machine on the second floor. Randy was still talking. He followed her everywhere except the bathroom, and then he had to wait close by when she took a shower. She didn\'t let him watch through the door, either. She was polite. She was gracious, in a good suburban matron way. They went to the computer lounge, which was luckily empty. Randy checked his email. Kira randomly surfed the web. Eventually, they wound up back in her room, watching television. Mostly, Randy watched.

Finally, when Kira didn\'t think she could take it another minute, the phone rang. About fucking time.

\"Is that your friend? What took her so long?\" Randy was saying, but Kira didn\'t have time to respond. She leapt for the phone. It had to be Manish. No one else would be calling this late. But if it wasn\'t...

It was. \"You\'re here? Good. I\'ll be downstairs in a minute.\" Kira snatched up her keys and headed for the door. Randy got up to follow, but Kira stopped him with one look.

\"But-- I want to come with you,\" Randy said.

\"Randy, just wait here. I\'ll be back in a few minutes.\"

\"But...\"

\"I mean it, Randy. Stay. Good boy.\" And then she was gone.

Randy waited. Several minutes, and then more. But what else could he do? He turned back to the television. After about ten minutes, he heard Kira coming back to the room. She was talking. He heard someone answer her. But this other person, this friend she had mentioned, didn\'t sound like a girl. In fact, it sounded like...

Kira came into the room. Manish followed. He was already eyeing Randy. \"So,\" he said. \"This is Randingo. Kira has told me so much about you. But I don\'t believe we\'ve met before. I\'m Manish.\"

\"Pleased to meet you, Manish,\" said Randy. \"We\'ve been waiting for you for a long, a very, very long time. Do you live in Minneapolis, too?\"

\"No,\" said Manish. \"And I am afraid the wait was unavoidable. You see, I live in Ohio. But I will always come up here to see my good friend Kira.\" He grinned at Kira. It looked odd, considering his usual stoic expression.

\"How did you meet then?\"

\"On the internet.\" Kira was getting irritated. This was way too much talk, and she had talked enough already. This was not why she had invited them.

\"I don\'t know about that, Kira... You know how dangerous people can be and there are so many, you know, weirdos out there. You were lucky this time, but--\"

\"Shut up,\" said Kira. Like the first lash of the whip. \"You\'ve had your chance to talk, boy. It\'s over. Deal.\"

Randy\'s mouth was still open, but he didn\'t say anything. Not a single protest. Not too deep down, he felt a thrill. Now this was how Kira should treat him.

\"Sit down. Both of you,\" said Kira. They obeyed. Manish sat down on the bed, never looking away from Kira. Randy shut his mouth and sat down next to him.

Kira went over to the closet, and brought out a cardboard box. \"We\'ll be needing this soon. You know, Manish. Now. Is there something you want to show us?\"

\"Of course,\" said Manish. \"If you\'ll allow me.\" He stood up and moved into the center of the room, where he would have enough space to move, and where both Kira and Randy could see him. He stood there. He stared at Randy, so intently that Randy blushed. It was as if he was memorizing Randy as he was then-forever. Randy giggled. He was too flustered to know what to think. Then, Manish was taking off his shirt, or rather, wriggling out of it. It was so quick Randy didn\'t have time to react. Manish was hairy. Randy had never seen so much chest hair on anyone before. It was hard to believe he could have covered that up with a mere shirt. And-He was magnificent. Randy felt something he had repressed for so long he had been able to pretend it wasn\'t there. He wanted this man, goddamnit, and he couldn\'t hide it!

Then, pouting and batting his eyelashes at them, Manish flung off his belt, and slithered out of his pants, pausing only to kick them aside. And there, underneath it all, he had been wearing-- A red lacey thong from Frederick\'s of Hollywood. It had been meant for a woman, and it certainly wasn\'t containing Manish\'s impressive dick. Not even close. Randy could hardly breathe. He couldn\'t believe this was happening, but he was glad it was. Manish looked at Randy again. He smiled.

He turned back to Kira, who was leaning forward, nearly growling with excitement. \"Are you ready, dear?\" he said.

\"Need you ask, bitch?\" said Kira. And she flung her dress over her head. Before it landed on the floor, she was snatching her men to her with a power that would not, and could not be denied. She leaned in for the first big soul kiss. With Manish.

It was after midnight by then. Most of the dorm was quiet, with only dim sounds buzzing from the television in the study lounge. Most of the residents who had stayed in instead of going out to the bars seemed to be asleep. When a howl echoed through the hallway. Followed by another, and another: OH YES, BABY! OH, MY GOD! No one could tell where it was coming from. But they knew what it was.

Kira\'s door rattled in the frame as Kira roared her pleasure into the night. \"Oh, Oh, that\'s right, little boy! Give it to Mama! OH! OH! That\'s great!\"

An hour passed, and Kira kept going. She was a screamer all right. Behind the screams, Manish was learning that he had been correct in guessing Kira\'s sexual preferences. Randy\'s face was clamped between her legs, and he liked it much, much better than any sandwich. And Kira screamed.

She screamed. And screamed. \"Oh my god aw aw aw aw aw!\" The girl across the hall crept out, finally, and knocked on the door. She knocked again, but no one could hear her. Finally, she sniffled and went down the hall to see Amanda, one of the RAs. She was pretty sure Amanda was on duty, and she would have to be in.

Amanda was awake. She came down the hall, with her bunch of rattling keys. She had clearly just been asleep, and her face was puffy. By then, more than a few residents had come out of their rooms. Not all of them had been sleeping. They were laughing. \"Well, well,\" one of them said. \"Someone is getting fucked. That\'s for sure.\"

\"It\'s Kira, isn\'t it,\" said Amanda.

\"Yes. Do you think we should call security?\"

\"No,\" said Amanda. \"That shouldn\'t be necessary. I think we all know what\'s going on in there.\"

She went over to Kira\'s door. \"I\'ll just wait for them to take a breath. Maybe then they\'ll be able to hear me. Can you believe it? Kira, of all people. I mean, I\'m glad she\'s got a guy, or I think it\'s a guy, in there. But still. It\'s not even male visiting hours, and she doesn\'t have to make it this obvious.\"

As soon as Kira paused for breath, Amanda knocked, loud and sharp, at the door. Then, again. There was more silence in the room, and the other girls were right behind Amanda, rubbernecking. Finally, the door creaked open, and everyone watched as Kira appeared. She was holding a bedsheet wrapped around herself.

\"What is it?\" she said.

\"Hey, Kira,\" said Amanda. \"I just need to talk to you for a few minutes, okay? You see, you\'re being a little-loud, and I just need to ask you to tone it down? I know it\'s the weekend and all, but it\'s late, and some people might be trying to sleep.\"

\"Too bad,\" said Kira. She just looked at Amanda. Her glasses were crooked, as though she had just pushed them on, and she was haughty. Very haughty. \"They\'ll just need to wear ear plugs if they can\'t sleep, won\'t they?\"

Amanda couldn\'t help looking over Kira\'s shoulder into the room. She could hear the other girls creeping up behind her. One of them giggled. There was a boy on the bed closest to the door. And-- There was another man there too, and were they? They were! They could see Manish slowly, and even gently, fucking Randy up the ass. Randy\'s mouth in a permanent grin with a apple red ball gag stuffed inside. Before they could see anymore, Kira slammed the door shut.

\"Well,\" said Amanda.

Ordinarily, she would have reminded Kira that she needed to respect the other people on the floor. And that she was perfectly capable of reporting all this to her supervisor in Student Life. But she just didn\'t care enough. Too tired, probably. Before she had even started walking back to her room, the screaming had started up again. Kira was back, fucking her two men with the lust of a goddess. \"Oh yes! Ohhhhhhhh yes! Little boy, suck mama like that! Ahhhhhhh!\"


THE END