Bet

[Wild_Oats]

(OOC: closed for myself and Makitsu_Trinity)

"I fucked Lisa Stainsby last night," said Jake with a sideways grin.

We were all hanging out at a bench in the park between the arts building and the science wing. A slight October breeze was tugging some of the yellow-brown leaves from the trees as the four of us met up. It was Friday afternoon and normally we got together at that time to discuss the weekend strategy of debauchery, but this particular day Jake had kicked things off by bragging about his exploits the previous evening.

"Dude, everybody's fucked Lisa Stainsby," said Dave. It was true. Lisa was the kind of girl that didn't feel good about herself. She tried to bury those feelings with outward achievements and when that didn't work, drown them with booze. During the day she was a driven student but by night she was a party girl with a reputation. She would get herself totally wasted and since she didn't love herself she'd try to find love and acceptance in the bed of another, but she invariably would wake up the next morning devastatingly hung over, full of regret and loving herself even less. I knew this because I'd witnessed her tearful crawl to the bathroom the afternoon after I laid her in her dorm the previous New Year's. I also knew this because I'd dated her roommate Christy Coulson for a couple of months in the spring and she told me all about her. I felt like a champion fucking her in the wee hours of 2015 but I have to admit the sight when I awoke was a sad one. I'd slpet with a lot of girls in my time but I never thought I'd ever regret one. With Lisa I kinda did.

"She's not even that hot," Corey rolled his eyes. He stood there tall and thin in his trenchcoat and sunglasses. The wind was picking up and played with his short dark hair. He had high standards when it came to women. Very high. He demanded perfection. Perfect skin, nice tits, no fat, the taller the better. His current girlfriend was Faith Smith, a five-foot-nine cheerleader with incredible legs. I myself appreciated a fine looking woman as much as anyone but I thought he was missing out on a lot. Lisa was a natural blonde cutie. There was nothing wrong with her, but her small chest and chunky athletic thighs turned him off. It was his loss.

"Fuck Corey," I said. "Mr High-and-Mighty Stud. You'd turn down Taylor Swift if she rubbed up against you. You'd tell her to come back with a boob job. Just because Lisa's got a flat chest." The wind was messing with my blonde locks too. I reached up to neaten them back out and then zipped up my leather racing jacket. It was getting chilly.

"Fuck you, man," he spat back. He was actually a bit ticked off. "Who are you bangin'?"

"What the hell, man?" I said. "You saw me leave the party with Sheila Bartosky just like last week."

"Bullshit. Where'd you take her? For an ice cream sundae?" he smirked. I don't know what had gotten into him that day. We were got friends from law class the previous year when we were freshmen, but suddenly he was busting my balls. "You never slept with her." The truth was that although we made out behind the student union for a bit, nothing else happened, but Corey didn't need to know that.

"You don't fuckin' know what the hell we did," I grinned.

"If you did you'd be telling us all about it," he countered. "You'd have told us all the next day. You aint said shit."

"I don't always have to kiss and tell," I said. "Unlike you, I have a shred of gentleman in me."

"Oooh!" said Jake. "Them's fightin' words!"

"Guys, guys," Dave interrupted. He had a look in his eye like he was up to something. "There's only one way to settle this." Dave was six-two and broad shouldered with a crew cut. He was the star shortstop for the baseball team and was a media major in the film school. Dave was our ring leader. He stood in his red satin Fresno State Bulldogs team jacket and raised his hand to his chin, stroking it in scheming contemplation. "Now we all know that the four of us are the king studs on campus, right?" We all nodded in agreement. "Let's put a friendly wager between Mr Discerning Tastes here," he said pointing to Corey, "and compassionate Prince Charming over here," he gestured my way.

"What do you got in mind?" asked Jake.

"For you ..." Dave said as he fixed his gaze upon Corey and thought a moment. "Brit Tagliani."

"Oh!" Jake laughed. Brit was off the charts hot with smooth Mediterranean skin and dark shiny waves of hair to her shoulders. She was a dedicated journalism major and was the editor of the school paper. She also had an on-again-off-again thing with some race car driver in Europe. Her tastes were exotic and she had never given me the time of day.

"Corey, you lay the hottest? Prove it. You gotta bone Miss Tagliani."

"Is there a time frame on this?" he asked before Dave shushed him.

"And you ..." Dave pointed at me. "Ahh this is perfect for you," he nodded. "Mabel ... Edwards."

"Mabel Edwards?" Jake's face scrunched up in bewilderment. "Who the fuck is Mabel Edwards?" I was curious too.

"She's this dame in my film class," he said as he pointed his thumb back towards the arts building where his class had recently let out. Then he looked over his shoulder and scanned the area. "Is that her? Yeah, that's her," he said.

She was about forty yards away as all of our necks craned. She was obviously a big girl, heavy and curvy in loose jeans a t-shirt hoodie and a colorful bag over her shoulder. Her hair was plain. Her face was plain. She was terribly homely. Jake was struggling hard to keep a straight face.

"Now don't look. Don't look," said Dave and we all acted casual. "You'll spook her or something."

"You can't be serious," said Corey. "That chick is gagging to get laid. I gotta get into Brit's pants and he just has to do her?"

"Aww man, I couldn't do it," Jake said to Corey as he squirmed. "I'd let you win."

"Naw, the chick's a recluse," Dave explained. "Her roommate knows Pam. She never goes out."

"Still," said Corey.

"For you to win, Doug, prove you're Mr Thoughtful, Mr Feelings, yadayada," he turned to me speaking lowly, "this is what you gotta do ..."

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

It was a typical Friday night. Mabel was curled up on the bottom bunk in her dorm, watching her room mate gussy up for her night out. Mabel's laptop was glimmering in front of her as she skimmed through Deviant Art and flipped through options on her Netflix, looking for something to do once her homework was done. As for said homework, she had her sketchbook laid out in front of her, her colored pencils scattered all over her bed. She was constantly pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Are you seriously just going to sit here again?" Her room mate, Beth, scoffed. How they had been partnered for housing, Mabel still had no idea. She glared at the 22 year old hottie with disgust and a tinge of jealousy. The raven haired angel always went out this time on Friday night and never came back until late Sunday evening. Mabel grimaced internally thinking of what kind of dangerous things the girl got up to. While they didn't necessarily get along one hundred percent of the time, they were still close and the younger girl worried about her older partner.

"Well, I was going to make a run to the store. We are almost out of peanut butter and milk. Staples for my marathon weekends."

Beth scoffed and reached out to pull Mabel from her nest on the bed. "Well then, humor me just this once. Let's make this 'milk run' worth you going out."

"Don't even think about it." Mabel knew what Beth had in mind and was having none of it. She threw a baggy sweat shirt over her tank top. A giant "Fairy Tail" symbol was scrawled across the back of it with a tiny Happy cat poking his embroidered head out from the front pocket. She tied a blue bandanna around her head. "I'm just going out for milk," she said, emphasizing with a stamp of her foot.

Shoving past Beth, she looked up and down the hall to ensure everyone else was about their normal business and wouldn't notice her or stop her for conversation. She ducked to the stairs and down to the outside. The cool air washed over her face and soothed her pounding heart beat as she walked across campus. There were groups of students all scattered across the greens. She didn't like the thought of making her way through so many crowds, however small they may be, but she knew the only way to get to the nearby convenience store was to trudge across the field of people.

She bit her lip and walked quicker. It would be better if she was just going to the library. At that thought, she remembered some books she needed for an assignment. She detoured, convincing herself it wasn't to catch her breath from the possibility of running into anyone who might want to stop to talk. She ducked into the large, quiet building and gasped for air, taking in the scent of literature. It was nice to be free for a moment longer. Give it about a half hour and the students who live off campus would be heading home and the students who did live here would be gathered at various social events. Just a few more minutes...

 

[Wild_Oats]

I could only scoff when Jake told me I had to lower my standards and Corey sneered "Have fun!" with a laugh. Sometimes some of the sweetest evenings are with girls that you least expected to be with, ones that are just dying to give their love. Not only had I a mission objective, I also had to get proof. First, I had to find Miss Edwards. I started at her dorm. I leaned in the doorway and she wasn't there, but Beth was. I had to act natural.

"Hey Doug," she greeted me as she sat on the bed applying lipstick in her hand held compact mirror. "What are you doing in the girls' dorm?"

"Better question: what do you girls do without me?" I winked. Beth rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Didn't you know? We all walk around naked and fondle each other when you're not here," she said.

"Thinking of me the whole time, of course."

"What's up?" she said as she got up and put her makeup away in her purse. The innuendo could have continued from there but I decided to get on with things.

"I was told Pam was here," I lied, but it was not at all unreasonable that I would be looking for Dave's girlfriend at Beth's room. They were good friends after all.

"Nope. Haven't seen her."

"Oh okay," I said. Beth sat back on the bed to put on her heels. As she leaned down I caught a glimpse of her soft cleavage in the v-neck of her black top. "Did you kick your roommate out to be alone later?" I asked just fishing for info.

"Huh? Pfft, no," she said. "I'll be gone until Sunday, and with any luck I'll be high the whole time," she smiled. "Mabel gets the place to herself. She just went to the store." Then she stood up, threw on her jacket, grabbed her purse and shooed me out of the doorway to shut it. "Ta ta,"she waved and her cute round ass wiggled to the end of the hall and disappeared down the stairs.

The store could have been a number of places but I thought that I'd check the closest one. There was a chilly breeze as the sun set and I zipped up my racing jacket but it still seemed to cut through my jeans. In the convenience store, I walked up and down the aisles. There were a couple people in there, but nobody important. I got myself a coffee. Outside I cupped my fingers around it to keep them warm. I stood around the corner of the building to stay out of the wind while I drank it. Every minute or so I glanced around the corner but never saw her. When my coffee was half done I headed back. I had to figure out my strategy. I couldn't just knock on her door as an almost complete stranger. I couldn't knock asking for Beth. I had already just been there when she left so trying it again was way too creepy. The approach had to be subtle. A chance encounter. I could be passing her dorm as she returned from the store and say hi. That would work, but who knows how long I'd have to linger outside. It was worth a quick shot though.

I got back to her dorm building, finished the coffee and tossed it in the waste bin. I didn't see her anywhere. The wind was really getting cold and my teeth were actually starting to chatter. My racing jacket didn't have much of a collar. Across the lawn was the library. I only ever went there when I absolutely had to, which was not often, but the lights in the windows looked warm. Shoving my hands into my pockets I jogged across and entered.

I figured I'd just leaf through some rags for a few minutes and then head home as soon as I stopped shivering. As I wandered in search of the magazine stand there was a heavy girl with a blue bandana at the bulletin board. It was her. Total luck! Mabel Edwards was reading the bills on the bulletin board. I rubbed my hands together and walked up beside her. Roommates were wanted, bands were playing gigs, bicycles were for sale and films were being shown.

"Hrmm, what's that," I pointed at a small poster for a poetry reading just to her right, breast high. Even under the bulky sweater I could tell that they were large and round. I imagined them in my hands and then pressed up against my chest. "Bukowski Night - an Evening of Depraved Sarcasm in Verse," I read aloud. I actually knew who Charles Bukowski was so it was a bonus. "Anything else here strike your fancy?" I asked her with a sparkle in my blue eyes.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Mabel started at the voice that came from behind her. She had felt her cheek flush at the approach from outside her vision but the male sound just made it that much worse.

"Um," she answered weakly, shifting just a bit. The words on the board started to meld together and she furrowed her brow. She turned up just a tiny bit to see who was talking to her and gasped, a tiny wisp of a breath as she was met by a handsome face. Bright eyes that seemed to tell more than they should, fine, sturdy features. He was one of them and he was talking to her?

Mabel turned her face back down and fumbled for words.

"I, um, I have to go. Enjoy the poetry reading."

She dashed away, barely getting the door open in time to rush through it and across the lawn. She jogged the whole way back to her dorm, having to stop on the front steps for a breather. She felt her heart racing and knew it wasn't from the run. She was so stunned. How could one of them be talking to her? Why? She pinched herself, then slapped herself, trying to wake from this bizarre dream.

It was no good, and she sat in the growing dimness, there on the steps, appreciating the cool air. She began to collect her wits and as she did, she pulled out a sketch book and charcoal pencil and started sketching a rough image of the campus. The shadowy trees, the thought-provoking architecture of the academic buildings against a fading twilight. She hummed quietly to herself, her voice growing as she drew until she was singing, so absorbed in her work she wouldn't notice if anyone else was around.

Her pencil continued to dance across the page with a grace she so desperately wished to obtain in her real life. She took a second to glare down at the traitorous piece of would and charcoal before she returned to her work, still letting her voice carry, not caring who might hear her. It was Friday night and she knew the campus was all but empty. She had this kingdom to herself, and she would savor that while she could.

She paused for a moment, admiring her work, though, as she scrutinized it, she noticed a lone figure she had etched into the shadows of her favorite oak that stood near the library. He looked familiar, and with a gasp, she realized it was the guy who had spoken to her earlier. She let out a little shriek and dropped her book. Why in the world would he become part of her picture when she had only just met him? She shook her head hard and bent to retrieve the paper.

 

[Wild_Oats]

I had spooked her. She was way too timid. Even moreso than I had thought. I watched her scurry across the lawn and past the oak tree to the dorm. It was getting dark enough outside that the interior lights just reflected back on the glass, so I had to stand close to form a shadow to look through. As I leaned on the edge of the window, my body was casual but my mind schemed hard as to my next move. She sat on the steps of the dorm and looked to be sketching something. She was an artist. I Contemplated approaching her again, but thought better of it. It was too soon. She was just so spooked. There was no way that I could even ask her out yet. I'd have to befriend her first. I'd try again tomorrow. Beth would be gone and Mabel would have the dorm room all to herself.

The next day was Saturday. It was still cool but the sun was out and the wind was gone. Whatever it was that I would do that day I had to do it within sight of the dorm. I wasn't about to hang at the library so I called up Wayne to go for breakfast.

"It's early," he groaned.

"It's eleven!" I told him. "Get your ass outta bed."

We went to the student union cafeteria and had an omelette and hash browns. Wayne loved football. He lived and breathed it and was a safety for the school team but was not playing that week as he had strained a hamstring in the previous game. I had a beat up old football in my closet so I brought it along. After breakfast I strategically led Wayne out to the lawn in front of the dorm to play some catch. Of course my real motive was to keep an eye on the front door of Miss Edwards' building. It was stupid, or at least it felt stupid anyway. It was like stalking. Heck it was stalking, except that it wasn't since I wasn't some infatuated perv. I was just trying to create a chance encounter. I had to get into her circle. The easy way was to hang with the folks that she hangs with, but she didn't seem to hang with anybody. On top of that she was an artist and I didn't know a damn thing about art.

Wayne's hair was dark and he kept it military short. He wore his orange Denver Broncos jersey #27. He loved the Broncos. I was in my grey Fresno State hoodie. We threw the ball back and forth taking a couple of steps further apart with each throw. As we began heaving the ball pretty far, the inaccuracy of the long throws caused us to occasionally run stretch or dive to make the catches. We played for about an hour. There was still no sign of her.

"I got shit to do, man," said Wayne.

Our game of catch was over. He tossed the ball to me, waved and left. I took a seat on one of the benches on the far side of the park. If she was going to make an appearance I wanted me to see her, but not her to see me. I sat with my elbows on my knees and caught my breath as I waited. She could be in there all day. Maybe I could try again later.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Mabel sighed as she loaded her battered messenger bag up with all of her supplies. A water color palette, chalk pastels, a few tiny canvases, and a worn apron smudged with paint and various other concoctions. She glanced in the mirror, her hair held back tightly in a bright green kerchief. She smiled brightly, pushing her glasses up on her nose. It was Saturday and the art building would be empty, save a few students like herself, taking advantage of the easels and other tools they couldn't fit in their dorm rooms. She looked at her sketch pad, debating taking it. She froze as she locked eyes on the rough sketch she had made the night before. The boy, the one who had approached her in the library the night before.

She wavered and finally broke down, sweeping it into her bag and started out. She kept her head down, her hands shoved in the pockets of her giant sweatshirt as she avoided people coming and going from the building. Once out in the fresh air of a warm autumn day, she looked up at the blue sky and smiled brightly. Maybe Mr. Dylan would let her bring an easel outside to work today. How could she waste such a gorgeous sky? The campus was bustling, surprising for Saturday, but then again, she was not the only bookworm catching up over the weekend.

She walked across the lawn, unaware of the eyes that followed her as she took deep breaths, relishing this quiet warmth that was the campus. She was almost skipping, she was so giddy. She waltzed into the art building. Sitting at his usual spot in a corner of the main room, Mr. Dylan was sketching in his own book when she approached him.

"Good morning, Mabel," Mr. Dylan greeted her, not looking up from his work. He had a showcase coming up that all of his students knew about, so it did not faze Mabel when he seemed mostly uninterested in her presence.

"Morning," she answered. "Would it be alright to move one of the field easels outside today?"

Mr. Dylan motioned to a utility closet. "That's what they are for, isn't it? Just don't forget to sign it out and I will be locking up by four today, so have it back before then please." He went back to his scratching.

Mabel nodded and went over, filled out the form, and retrieved a small structure from the closet. She rushed back outside, glancing around, trying to find a place to set up. She spied a huge oak tree near the middle of the courtyard. Perfect. She could start working on her three canvas panoramic piece that was due in two weeks. She settled in an Indian sit on the grass and set herself up, pulling out a pencil and small canvas. Her focal point was her dorm. She began a rough sketch, everything from the chips in the ancient columns to the decorations in some of the windows. She included the small group chatting on the steps and as she began fleshing out the area around it, she got lost in the world she was recreating, forgetting the one she was sitting in.

 

[Wild_Oats]

I had to go to the bank and so I got up and took care of that. On the way back I stopped for a coffee and ran into Lisa Stainsby. She looked hung over.

"Hey Lisa," I smiled. "How's it going?"

"Okay," she shrugged as she shuffled around in her bag. She wore her jean jacket over low cut spaghetti camisole that easily showed her bra. Her skirt was short and clung to her hips and she had cute little black boots on. It was clothes from the night before. She looked tired with slits for eyes shadowed in blue and traces of lipstick that had worn away from drinking, making out or both. Regret covered her face.

"How come you don't call me no more?" I asked.

"I dunno," she moaned and winced after a sip of her java. "I gotta go," she said as she staggered to her feet and pushed past me.

I may have been a player on campus but there was also this little matter of my education. I did have a paper due by the end of the week and I needed to get started on it, but if I was heading back to my dorm, I might as well swing past Mabel's for a quick look. Passing the front steps of her building I slowed down to take in a scene. There wasn't much going on. A group of skater punks were smoking in the middle of the lawn. They looked like high schoolers. Some science geek with thick glasses turned into the library. A tall plain blonde with thick thighs walked briskly past me.

Then I spied the easel next to the tree. It was her, sitting on the grass. I couldn't just walk up behind her again. Then again, maybe I could. If she was going to bolt she'd have to pack up her stuff first. I strolled casually towards her, giving her a chance to look up and see me coming, but she seemed immersed in her work. A few feet away I stopped.

"Beth never said you were an artist," I said.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Mabel was so lost in her landscape that she never even heard the approach. She jumped at the voice that whispered over her shoulder. She tried to steel her nerves as she recovered from the shock.

She looked at the whole of her canvas and let out a curse. Across the bottom was a smudge where her hand had slipped. Luckily, she was still in the sketch phase, so she could easily hide it, but her concentration was broken as she looked up and locked eyes with the gorgeous stranger who had approached her the night before.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" she asked gruffly, instantly regretting her tone. Years of torment, however, had reinforced the concrete barrier she had built around herself. People generally avoided her, especially judging on her looks, and boys NEVER spoke with her, especially ones as hot as the one standing over her. She tried to quickly gather up her supplies, thankful she had not started the painting process yet. To her horror, though, as she lifted her bag off the grass to pack it, the contents dumped out, pencils and tubes of acrylic paint tumbling down the lawn. A nearby group of girls looked up from their phones and took the time to snicker at her.

Mabel's face was almost violet as she scrambled to gather up her supplies. Her supple curves feeling like mush to her as she rolled, teetered, and fumbled for all her supplies. She stuffed them back in her bag, almost forgetting her sketch book, which, to her utter disbelief, was still open to the sketch she had done the night before.

 

[Wild_Oats]

I had given her such a start that her entire body jolted in surprise.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

She set about packing only to clumsily scatter all her paints and pencils on the lawn. If she hadn't been so flustered by my presence she could have cleaned it all up fairly quickly, but her haste was only making things worse. Her bust wiggled as her arms raced to and fro.

"Here," I said as I knelt on the grass. "Let me help you." I started collecting bits and pieces and piling them next to her case. A sketch book was flopped on the ground just out of reach, a couple of the pages curling and folding. I leaned forward and stretched for it. Straightening it out neatly, the page unfurled to reveal charcoal shapes and shadows, some buildings, a tree, an obscure pale figure. These buildings, this tree, a handsome fantasy of a man. She was a dreamer and her dreams were deep and full of longing, a longing to make the fantasy as real as the buildings and the tree. The the man in the sketch told me so. It was an in.

"What's this?"

Straightening myself to one knee, I looked her way inquiringly with a warm smile.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Mabel's horror was intensified as she saw him looking at the sketch from the night before.

"N-nothing," she muttered, reaching desperately for the book that he was studying a little too closely for her comfort. She didn't like to share her work, especially with people like him. They usually just laughed at her. On top of that, what business had she had drawing him into her scene like that? It wasn't like she had asked permission or anything. She stumbled for it again.

"Please, can I have my book? I really should get this easel turned back in before they lock up the art center."

She was stunned as she realized she was hoping he would keep her a little longer. How often was it she got the excuse to talk to someone like him? Even if he was just going to make fun on her. It was then that it dawned on her that he had not once made a rude comment since running into her in the library last night. She froze, the thought occurring to her that maybe he was different. Maybe he was genuine. Mabel could not understand why, but she took a moment to reflect on their brief acquaintance. Not much to reflect on, as she was always running away, but maybe there could be.

"Th-that is just some practice work for my final," she finally managed.

 

[Wild_Oats]

As she leaned over to collect the last of her stuff from the lawn I took the opportunity to check out her bust as it swung down pressing the shape of her bra to the inside of her sweatshirt. Two gloriously large round tits wiggled subtly with the diligent movements of her arms. I imagined them hoisted into something classy and low cut, dark to contrast her pale skin, perhaps in velvet, and a pastel skirt hanging light pleated and flattering to her shape. And she had a shape. Oh it was ample enough, but she was not just a blob of flesh. She had enticing curves hidden under that bland attire. In my mind I continued with her makeover and gave her hair a trim and style, added a little shine and a touch of bounce. A little eye liner didn't hurt either. Now that she was ready I could even take her somewhere on my arm.

"Please, can I have my book?"

"Of course," I said and handed it over. "I'm Doug, by the way," I conveniently slipped in an introduction. Then I stood up and took in the gestures on the easel. Her art was her comfort and I was perfectly willing to use that to my advantage. I would empower her by deferring to her expertise. "I'm no art critic but you seem to have some skill," I complimented her with a humble grin, almost shy. "Is this a new landscape?" I asked. "How does this process work?"

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Mabel didn't really feel like describing her work, but when would the next chance be to talk to such a good looking guy?

"I'm Mabel," she rushed out, extending her hand for a shake. She studied the piece she had been working on, his praise making her catch and scrutinize every flaw in her work. She shrugged. "I wish I could explain, but I get so lost sometimes when working on it, I wake up and there it is. My dream on paper."

She blushed heavily at this spacey, drug-trip description, but it was how art worked for her. She rarely knew what she was doing until it was done. Luckily, her teachers all said she had natural talent, so her work passed.

 

[Wild_Oats]

"I'm Mabel."

She offered her hand for a shake, which surprised me. I didn't think that she would be comfortable with physical contact so soon. I took her hand and warmly closed my other on it. Her pudgy fingers were soft and gentle to the touch.

"Doug," I smiled. We had gotten past the introduction phase which, considering the events of the night before, was a huge step.

"I wish I could explain, but I get so lost sometimes when working on it, I wake up and there it is. My dream on paper."

Mabel's remarks confirmed my analysis of her being a dreamer. I let her hand go. I wanted her to feel comfortable that a touch was only a touch and it could last as long or as short as she wanted it to. I wanted to give her some sense of control, some idea that she had as much say in our interactions as I did, empower her just a little bit. That way she hopefully she would lose some of her jitters.

"Maybe you could you show me more some time?" I asked, wondering how much more of her inner soul I could glean from her art. What I could learn from flipping through the sketchbook alone. She must have had a collection or portfolio somewhere full of vivid dreams, and although I'd been to her dorm before and didn't really notice anything on the walls, I wasn't about to let on that I knew where she lived. I couldn't risk coming off too creepy.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Mabel blushed and could only nod. She discreetly pinched herself before her next sentence.

"My roommate is gone for the weekend if you maybe want to stop by?" She felt like she had been punched in the gut as the words slipped out. What was she doing?! Well, she had thrown herself into the pit. Might as well dig it deeper. "I mean, it is nothing special, but I would not mind the company. Silence is only comforting for so long."

She did not know what she was doing, but she figured where was the harm? A ten like him probably had plans anyways, so what would it hurt? He would totally say no, so she was in no danger.

 

[Wild_Oats]

"My roommate is gone for the weekend if you maybe want to stop by?"

Her voice went up at the end like she was asking a question in a question, as if she needed my approval to even inquire. I had to keep the look of shock from my face at her offer. She was actually inviting me upstairs to her abode. But it was not without trepidation as the rosiness rising in her cheeks revealed.

I was beyond intrigued. Anyone else might ask me up and offer a beer or share a joint. I couldn't see Mabel with such resources or even instincts. A look at the colorful array of cartoony pins and buttons on her bag told me that the baddest thing she'd keep around would be a secret stash of gummi bears. We'd go through some of her work and chat. Break down walls. Get comfortable. With a little luck I'd end up with my face buried in her fabulous tits and Lord knows what else. I was getting ahead of myself. There was too much at stake. I'd start with the artwork and the chat.

"I'd love to," I answered.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Mabel choked a bit on surprise. 'Shit,' she thought, 'He called my bluff.'

Now she was trapped. She thought longingly about the anime marathon she had planned for that night as she fleshed out her final project. She figured she could still just order in a pizza and crash like she had been planning to. It would not take long for him to get bored.

She looked him in the eye, shoving her glasses up on her nose.

"Give me an hour and a half then to tidy up a bit and feel free to come on up."

She felt her stomach drop as she said this, and her trembling hands did not go unnoticed as she turned to head towards the art building to return her equipment.

 

[Wild_Oats]

Her pudgy fingers visibly shook as she adjusted her glasses. Mabel was just beginning to absorb the gravity of what she had done, the line that she crossed. Somewhere in that loving ample bosom her heart must have been racing away, pumping nervous adrenaline to every cell in her body. She asked for some time to get ready, then rose, turned and left. My imaginary hand caressed around the curve of her soft round buttock as her ass walked away from me. She was so thoroughly flustered that she had completely missed the pertinent details. I called out.

"You in the dorm? What room number?"

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Mabel cringed, she hoped not visibly, and turned back around.

"Room 215, second floor of the West wing," she called back. She turned back and had to fight not to sprint to the doors of the residence hall. She all but flew up the flight of stairs that led to her floor and slammed her door behind her, sighing with relief as she closed her eyes. She would just take the easel back on Monday morning and pay the late fees. She was not leaving this room again for the night. She tossed her bag on the bed and turned on her computer.

Pulling up her internet music site, she began her favorite song as she undressed for a shower. She wandered around her room in only her underwear, dancing to the beat as she gathered up her towel and a change of clothes. She left the bathroom door open and steam spilled into the room as she set up her necessities and climbed under the hot spray. She lost herself singing as one song bled into another and then another. Before she realized it, forty minutes had passed and she had forgotten she was expecting company.

She wrapped a fluffy pink towel around herself and a green one around her hair. She wiped steam off the mirror and sang at her reflection as she continued dancing, pretending to pose sexily, winking at her reflection. She did not hear the knock on her door, nor did she realize when it opened just a crack. It was not until she heard a strange voice that she realized she was no longer alone.

 

[Wild_Oats]

Of course I knew the room number but I wasn’t about to let on. She had asked for a little time and so I went to the cafeteria for a soup and sand, then back to my room to get ready. I showered (I had been throwing the football around earlier of course), brushed my teeth and got dressed. My grey t-shirt clung to my body, and I pulled on some faded jeans. Then I threw on my black shirt with the gold and copper vertical striping and left it open, grabbed my racing jacket and headed out the door.

As I neared Beth and Mabel's room I could hear country music which I had not expected.

“Hello?” I tapped on the door and it inched open. I poked my head in. Judging by the humidity the shower had been running. Had the door been hinged on the left I never would have seen, but since it hinged on the right I could see straight into the bathroom. There she was, the soft fleshy tops of her fabulous tits protruding from a towel, her thick supple thighs and chubby knees below. A shot of pure lust ran through me.

“Oh, sorry,” I said and leaned back against the door jamb looking the other way. “Should I come back later?” I offered.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

"MEEP!"

She pounced for the bathroom door and slammed it shut. "N-no, y-you're fine. Make yourself at home. I'll be right out."

She was staring in disbelief at herself in the mirror. It was at that moment that she realized she had left her clothes piled up on her bed. A standard pair of sweats and a t-shirt. It was not these that she was worried about, but the underwear set she had been able to find. Mabel never told anyone, but she had quite a fancy taste in underwear. It was like her guilty pleasure.

This particular set was a little more than her usual, but it was all she had clean as it was laundry day tomorrow and she had not expected to need to wear anything tonight. Her face scrunched up in a cringe as she realized they were on the top of the pile. She gulped, waiting for the outburst of laughter and the demanding "Why would someone like you need this?" It never came and she chanced a peak out the door.

"Um... C-can you pass me my clothes...?"

 

[Wild_Oats]

I was a bit surprised when she told me to make myself at home. Despite the fact that she had whipped the door shut, she had gone from easily spooked to conversing with me while naked. I considered this progress.

I took a seat on the bed and it only took a second for a mind like mine to take notice of the magenta roses and black sheer laid out on the pile next to me. At first I thought it was Beth's but then realized that it was far too big. Really, this was hers?

"Um ... C-can you pass me my clothes ...?"

Through a sliver of the bathroom door her eye peered. I picked up the underthings in one hand and the sweats in the other. Her chubby arm slipped through the door reaching nervously. I rose from the bed.

"So, you're going to cover this," I said holding up the bra and panties, "with this," I winked through the crack in the door as I brandished the sweats and tee. Immediately I wondered if I had gone too far and if she would lock herself in the bathroom in embarrassment. I put all her clothes together in one hand and held them out for her to take.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Mabel blushed furiously as she snatched the underwear from Doug's outstretched hand. "What difference does it make?" She grabbed at the pants and tee as well, almost tripping out of the bathroom in her embarrassment. "I'll be right out."

She shut the door again and began dressing in a hurried fashion. She pulled the panties up over her legs and shivered with a little bit of pleasure as the lace settled comfortably against her round ass. The bra, she'd forgotten how wonderfully supportive it was, and even in the scoop neck tee, her cleavage was quite satisfying and she took a minute to admire herself, even as she pulled on the sweats, stained with paint and other crafting materials. She emerged, combed, cleaned, and relaxed, until she saw him sitting there, waiting for her...

 

[Wild_Oats]

Mabel snatched her clothes from my hand with a touch of anger, just enough to cause her to nearly fall through the doorway - and her towel. Her tits swung about as she recovered her balance and her curtness morphed into a blush of embarrassment. The bathroom door clicked shut.

Sitting back down on the bed, I looked down at my hand imagining the brassiere that it had just held. The cups were gloriously deep. I chided myself for not checking the label for the size, an opportunity lost, although I was guessing 38D, maybe 40. The imaginary garment in my hand faded and was replaced with the flesh of her breast. The ends of my fingers curled up to grope it, then my index folded back against the base of my thumb and tugged sweetly on the nipple, let go and stroked again. The door opened and I dropped my hand to my side as she stepped out.

"Hi," I craned my neck to greet her with a smile. Her hair was damp and combed straight. Her skin was smooth fresh and clean, revealing every minute mole or freckle. She was so real. "Your roommate out?"

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Trying not to scowl, Mabel sat beside him on the bed. "Yeah, for the weekend. Some party thing or get together out at the lake."

She took a deep breath. She wanted to ask him what he was doing there; what was his business with her? She did a subtle visual sweep of the room to see if there was a hidden camera or something they had set up. This was not what she needed right now. She wanted to binge watch Netflix and work on her final art project. Instead, she was shaking with nerves as this good looking guy sat on her bed. She could not even bring herself to make idle chit chat, as she was afraid of saying something that would end in utter failure to communicate and him laughing at her.

So she sat, hands in her lap, chewing her plump bottom lip and casting him sideways glances. Finally, the tension broke her.

"Seriously, what are you doing here? A guy like you should be out right now or watching the game or whatever it is you jocks do." She pursed her lips in determination. "Not taunting bookworms like me. Do you seriously have nothing better to do than watch me dance like a marionette?"

 

[Wild_Oats]

She sat next to me on the bed. There was a space between us, not a large one but a space that she had chosen for her own comfort. I maintained that space for her. Paint smeared sweatpants stretched over her heavy thighs. Perhaps she was a double-D. She was certainly nervous.

"Do you seriously have nothing better to do than watch me dance like a marionette?"

I smiled warmly and spoke softly to keep her at ease. I didn't want to give her a reason to put up a front.

"You invited me to see your portfolio," I reminded her. Then I reached over, gave her hand a little squeeze and quickly withdrew. The room was fairly plain. Beth had a large poster of Bruno Mars on the closet door. Other than that there wasn't much decoration. A couple of cartoons pinned to the wall next to the computer. They were too small to read from that distance. On the floor at the foot of the desk was Mabel's colorful collage of a bag.

"So what are all those buttons and patches about?" I asked nodding towards the bag.