Chapter 4 – Tommy
Dover House is in full effect. First weekend of school is rivaled only by spring weekend and the end of finals. There’s smoke in the air, beer cans everywhere, girls doing keg stands and guys cheering them on, and one girl already with her top off dancing on the end of the porch of one of the condos.
“I’d give them titties two thumbs down!” I hear some guy roar in a drunken stupor. His friends high five him and he falls over on his ass. Guy’s obviously in a black out and is probably going to be puking his guts out in the next half hour.
The air is thick and feels just like what I’ve come to expect from college. It’s either this or it’s the sweat in the locker room and on the basketball court, or the perfume of a hottie that’s on top of me doing her best to impress.
Normally, I’d be scouting the crowd for some potential “dates” for tonight, but tonight is different. Tonight I’ve got my mind back on my dorm, back on my floor, on the nameless girl with the red cheeks that got my dick bulging.
Tommy Mason…turned down by a girl.
That just can’t happen!
There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to have to make her mine – claim her before the rest of these goons get their dirty little paws on her. But how? I don’t even know her name!
She lives on my fucking floor though, I mean how hard could it be?
Obviously she’s not going to go for my standard approach. Not that I really have one. Girls come to me, I don’t go to the girls. But if she doesn’t know who I am, and seeing my body didn’t sway her, then obviously I’m going to need to come up with something else.
“Bro, bro, bro!” Joey whispers eagerly in my ear. “There she fucking is! Look at those things!”
Joey points across the back yard, past a beer pong table and some drunken idiot doing the Macarena, and I see who he’s talking about. Cindy, the girl from last year with the fake tits he was talking about. And man, he was right about the tits.
Last year, if I remember right, she was flat as a board, and now she looks like she’s smuggling a couple of basketballs under a tank top that’s about to tear at the seams. She’s also braless and beaming for everyone to see. She, or her parents, must have dropped a good ten grand on those puppies. And if their goal was to land her in bed with a college basketball star, well, then I think they’ve succeeded.
“Fucking. Huge.” Joey says, practically foaming at the mouth. If there’s ever been a bigger fan of bimbos than Joey, then I’ve never met him. This guy loves a girl with fake tits, fake lips, dyed hair, extensions, the whole nine yards. I’ve had a few bimbos in my day, I’m not gonna lie. But it’s not my preference.
“So go talk to her, man,” I tell him, waving my hand dismissively in her direction.
“You think she’d fuck me in the bathroom?” He asks eagerly. “Maybe I could get another one to bring back tonight.”
“You’re an animal, man,” I laugh. “An animal.”
Joey grins, gives me a fist bump and starts shoving his way through the crowd. I watch as he steps up beside her, and from the grin she throws his way, it’s pretty obvious he’s going to close the deal.
“Tommy?” I hear a girl’s squeal behind me. “Tommy Mason?”
I turn to find a wide-eyed freshman behind me – one of the ones whispering about me back outside the dorm.
“Nah,” I tease her. “My name’s Keith.”
“Uh, uh!” She laughs, waving a finger back at me, totally not buying it. “You are Tommy Mason. You are on the basketball team!”
“There’s no fooling you,” I grin. She’s cute, and on any other night, I’d probably go for it.
“What are you doing here?” She asks. “Shouldn’t you be at some…VIP party or something?”
“VIP?” I chuckle. “Nah, you gotta wait for the professional leagues before you start partying with the celebrities.”
She bursts out laughing with the most over the top, fake laugh I’ve ever heard and starts jumping up and down to make her tits bounce. She might as well just pull her pants off right now and invite me in, and honestly, it’s a little desperate and turning me off.
“So funny!” She says, and actually claps her hands like I’m a stand-up comedian. I roll my eyes, not caring if she notices. “I saw your friend left. I guess you’re all alone now, huh?”
This girl’s got some big balls, and actually moves right in and presses herself up against me, running her fingertips up my arm.
“Why don’t you come back for a drink at my place?”
Her breath smells like cigarettes and beer and makes me want to gag. I’m not even hard, but talk about a boner killer.
“I think I’m all right,” I tell her. But she either doesn’t get the message, or doesn’t even hear me. Without hesitation, she slides her hand under my shirt and tries to shove it down my pants.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” I say, grabbing her wrist and pulling her arm away. I back up and put my hands up. “Take it easy there, killer. What do you think I am? A piece of meat?”
I’m half kidding with her, hoping to avoid a drunken freak out, but I really do want her to get away from me. For a second, I can’t tell what her reaction’s going to be, but then, as I see her eyes starting to tear up, I realize I’m on the edge of a shit storm.
“You – you don’t like me?” She asks. I don’t even let myself feel bad, because I can see she’s about to turn on me. And here it comes. “You’re an asshole,” she snaps. “Everyone knows it! I bet the stories about your huge fucking dick are all a bunch of shit!”
She holds up a pinky in front of my face and flexes it up and down.
“More like Millimeter Peter!”
I roll my eyes and turn away from her. Joey’s going to be fine with big-boobed Cindy, and my heart’s just not in Dover House tonight. Going out partying is a lot like going out on the court. If you’re heart isn’t in it, if you’re mind is somewhere else, you’re just not going to have fun. And tonight is one of those nights.
I walk away from the freaking out freshman as she hurls more insults my way. She goes even crazier as I hear her friends try to calm her down. No way I’m sticking around for that shit.
If I’ve read her right, I’d put money on that girl from the bathroom being in for the night. She didn’t strike me as a big party girl. Time to find out which room is hers and what her name is.
She’s going to be a challenge. But I’m Tommy-fucking-Mason, and I never back down from a challenge.