Page 65 of Necessary Roughness
“Let me be very clear,” he said, holding out his palm. “I do not mean that inanyderogatory sense. Sluts are good. Sluts areproud. And you’re one of them! A proud slut exploring your sexuality!”
“Um… thanks?”
“Knox and Logan.” He sighed wistfully. “Don’t tell my brother, but I’d throw him in front of a moving train if it meant a night of hot action with those two.”
“First of all, I amdefinitelytelling Bryson when I see him,” I said with a laugh. “And secondly… yeah. I won’t lie. It’s pretty amazing.”
“UGH. Why do good things happen to everyone but me?”
“Uh. Didn’t you win a random scholarship that’s covering like half your tuition?”
“That was four years ago,” he said. “I want good things to happen to menow. Good things involving dicks, not dollars.”
“I’ll ask if they have any gay teammates, but I wouldn’t hold your breath.”
He reached over and squeezed my hand. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted in a friend.”
For the rest of the week, I played little games with my two athletic lovers. I winked at Logan when I saw him in class on Tuesday. In Art History on Wednesday, I smiled suggestively at Knox whenever the professor wasn’t looking. I also started wearing sexier clothing—long leggings that hugged my ass like a glove, and tops that showed more cleavage than I normally liked to reveal in public.
It had the desired effect of driving the two of themwild.
I was sitting in Creative Writing on Thursday when Logan texted me from his seat a few rows down in the auditorium.
Logan:You’re killing me. You know that? Absolutely killing me.
Me:I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Logan:Do you see what you’re wearing? You didn’t dress like that the first two weeks of school.
Me:It’s not my fault if you can’t concentrate when there’s a nice pair of tits within twenty feet of you. I’m not even in your field of view! I’m BEHIND you!
Logan:Listen. There are approximately seven sets of fantastic breasts in a ten-foot radius of me at this very moment. The Zeta girls and cheerleaders keep sitting closer to me in every class. I’ve had three of them wink at me since I sat down today. But the only pair I can think about are yours.
Me:You’re allowed to look at other women. We never said we were exclusive, right?
I felt the need to say that last part. One, to reinforce that I wasn’t jealous, that I was acoolfuck-buddy who didn’t get possessive. And two, because it was true. He could do whatever he wanted.
I didn’twanthim to. But he could.
Logan:I know I’m allowed to. What I mean is that I CAN’T, because all these bitches seem like chopped liver compared to you, a juicy filet I want to sink my teeth into.
Logan:Can I call them bitches? I don’t mean it in, like, a chauvinistic way.
Me:They’re definitely bitches, especially the sorority girls. Not sure how I feel about being compared to a piece of meat, though.
Logan:But you’re the BEST piece of meat. It’s a compliment!
Me:You’re a juicier piece of meat. Your shoulders are practically bulging out the back of your shirt right now. I’m the one who should complain about not being able to focus!
Logan:Goddamn right. I’ve been doing a lot of shrugs and power cleans in the gym.
Me:I don’t know what those are, but keep doing them.
Logan:The only thing I want to keep doing right now is you.
Me:You’ll get your chance tonight ;-)
Logan:Fuck that. How about right after class?
