Page 1 of Sexy SEALs

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My final semester at Stanford, then I would be on my way home to the B&B my Nan bought and renovated back in Oregon. I came to Stanford thinking I would have a job waiting for me when I finished and a boyfriend. And hey, we would be married as soon as we graduated and have 2.4 children, or whatever the average was at the moment.

My reality was that I was the same Plain Jane that the kids used to tease at high school in Iowa, who then moved to Oregon and the same one who was studying at Stanford. No one noticed me, and no one really spoke to me apart from my roommate Lucy, who was everything I wasn’t. She was the popular one. Her hazel eyes and Japanese heritage with her small frame and stylish fashion made me feel as if she was the pretty one, I just had dark hair and matching eyes. There was nothing special about me.

As I sat on my side of the dorm room; the side that had a few famous quotes of literature and little else, a desk, chair, and bed. It was totally unlike Lucy’s which looked as if it was in an Ikea show home. “Errh,” I screamed at the screen

“What’s up Kiara; you trying to write your thesis?” She laughed as I knocked my head on my wooden desk.

Writing my thesis would be a lot better than what I was doing right now.

“Nope, even worse. I’m trying to write to the guys.”

She giggled, as she quickly rushed to the other side of the room to grab her chair, then she sat beside me. “What? The hot SEALs? I can’t believe you took three email addresses and not just one. You need to be stop being so hard on yourself. Anyway, I’m proud of you girl!”

I winked at her. “Well, I learned from the best. My best friend and roomie has three boyfriends, and when I saw how happy all three of them made her, I thought why not!”

“Very funny, but the difference between my three boyfriends and yours is they’re on campus. Not millions of miles away on the field, fighting for our country.”

I shook my head as I watched her eyes light up. Depending on the reflection of the light on her eyes, they could appear to be green on one side or light brown on the other. She had a few blonde highlights in her hair, mainly in her overgrown bangs, which she pushed back as she pulled her hair band over her head so she was 100% concentrating on helping me.

“Yeah, I’m done with college boys, Lucy. You can have them. Hey, you can even turn your harem from three days to everyday of the week.”

She shook her head, “You’re not funny. I don’t even remember you starting with college guys, let alone giving them up. Besides, my pussy would seize up having so many guys; it’s hard enough with just three. That’s just too much loving.”

I shrugged. “I suppose.”

“You know between your long, dark hair, smoking dark eyes, bouncy boobs, and a butt that most men would love to pinch all day. You shouldn’t sell yourself short,” Lucy said as she summed me up in one sentence. She saw something completely different from my reflection every morning.

I was confused, because she made me sound sexy; which was something I was sure wasn’t possible.

“Moi?”

She laughed. “Can you stop being so insecure about yourself for once. Please?”

I nodded my head. Yeah; she was right. I needed to stop being so down on myself.

“The only reason you can’t figure out what to write, is because you know they are men you will never see. It’s not a case of you want nothing to do with college boys. You just think of them as little boys running around and being horny twenty four seven.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I think that, because it’s exactly what they are.”

I paused thinking about my friend and her harem. “Then again, as much as I hate to say it, you’re not much better than them.”

I quickly dodged the pillow she grabbed from my bed, threw at me, and missed my head. I shut my MacBook Air in case it got caught in the crossfire.

“Take that back.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I know until you came to college, no one looked at you twice. You didn’t have one boyfriend, let alone three.”

She smiled as she heard me apologize in a roundabout way.

After my dad died while serving nearly five years ago, I remembered he’d told me so often that my letters were the only things which kept him going. I’d explained it to Lucy, more than enough times. I talked about my dad a lot more than I did about the rest of my family. Dad’s side of the family disappeared once he died; it was as if they didn’t want to know us. Mom was an only child just like Nan, so we became a unit, not talking to any of his family, and Mom never really having anyone on her side of the family.

“I just don’t get why you picked three. Why not just one?”

I winked. “I was, drunk, bored, or horny, or a combination of all three, when I saw the notification online and responded to all three notices. I don’t know. Three just felt like the magic number.”

She smiled, and then she fanned herself.“That makes sense. I get you. Loneliness is a bitch at the best of times. I used to feel that way all the time, until I got out of my shell and realized the only reason I was lonely, was because I didn’t let anyone get close to me.”

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