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“Sounds like the total package. I'm guessing that you
two—”
    “ Of course we
did,” she giggled like a school girl. “You know me better
than that, Chey. Why'd you even ask?”
    I wanted to roll my
eyes, imagining a bedpost full of notches that went all the way down
to the floor. “Why'd I even ask? Oh, by the way, how's the
sugar daddy going?”
    “ I don't want
to talk about him. He's old news. I'm going to cut ties. I just don't
have time for him anymore with college and all of these new boys.”
    “ I'm sure
he'll be disappointed.”
    “ Wouldn't be
the first time I left a guy heartbroken.”
    Tanya was the
quintessential Asian dream. She was petite, with long silky dark hair
that hung down to her lower back, a round tan face, and almond eyes.
There weren't many guys who didn't lust over her small frame and
perky tits. She knew how to work them too, always wearing something
to accentuate her body. Today it was a skintight mini dress, black
with soft white flowers crawling up the side.
    “ So what about
your news?” she asked.
    “ I met a boy
too.”
    “ Oh really
now?” She arched an eyebrow, giving me a strangely sleazy
looking expression that made me giggle.
    “ Yes.”
    “ What's his
name?”
    It was a question I
hadn't expected her to ask. Usually, her mind was completely sex
focused. Why'd she have to ask a question that made me think . . .
and hesitate.
    “ James,”
I fumbled, cringing after I said it. Damien Reed looked nothing like
a James. I didn't even like the name James. Why had I said it?
    She wrinkled her
nose, mirroring my thought. “I don't like that name.”
    “ Me neither,
but he's pretty dreamy too.”
    “ So, what does
he look like?”
    “ He's tall,
with dark hair and dark eyes.”
    “ Sounds yummy.
Is he chubby?”
    “ No. He's very
fit. He wears . . . really tight clothes.” I wanted to drool,
thinking about the tent in Damien Reed's jeans. It reminded me of the
saying about love. Stop looking and you'll find it. I had been
working on giving him an erection for what felt like forever, and
when I finally stopped concentrating on him and started thinking
about myself, that was when it happened.
    “ He's
not one of those emo kids, is he? Cause I don't like them.” She
shook her head in distaste.
    “ Does
it matter? It's not about whether you like him or not. All that
matters is that I like him.”
    “ Ew.
He is an emo kid. Chey, they're so immature. You can do better than
that.”
    “ No.
He's not emo,” I laughed. “He's very . . . serious, and
smart, and . . .” Distant. And not really yours.
    “ Does
he have a big dick?”
    “ Tanya!”
I wanted to reach across the table and slap at her. Then I grinned,
realizing for the first time ever that I could actually answer that
question with honesty. “Yes, he does,” I said.
    Tanya gasped,
putting her hands over her mouth. “Chey! You've actually seen
it? Did you? Did you?!” She bounced in her chair, her tits
staying oddly in place. If I had done that, my back would have ached.
    “ No,
we didn't. But, I got undressed for him, and masturbated.”
    Her expression
sulked. “You masturbated for him but you didn't make him give
me the D.”
    “ We're
waiting, since I'm a virgin. You know, until the right moment.”
    “ Ohhh,
so this guy is your boyfriend now? Damn, girl. You move fast. We've
only been back in school for two weeks, and you've already landed a
hot boyfriend.”
    “ We're
taking things slow.”
    “ You
know I have to meet this guy now.”
    “ You
will, eventually,” I lied.
    “ He
must be something special if he could get the morally high Cheyenne
Grear naked on the first date.”
    “ He
is special.” I smiled. “He's . . . different. Not like
the boys from high school. You were right. College guys are
different.”
    “ Well,
not all of them. I've met more duds than studs. I'd say most of them
brought their high school mentality with them,” she huffed in
disgust, and then went on a rant