Get In The Ring

"Tarzan texted me again."
"What'd he say"
"Nothing of any significance."
"Ava... you HAVE to go out with him... spy on him! see if he tries to lay the mac on you!"
"FINE."

Thus began my night.

Tarzan came to scoop me up around 9:30 with his room mate, Rock Star. I slid into the car and awkward introductions ensued. I could tell this was going to be a long night. Tarzan was chattering up a storm about what a character I am, and how he needed to shower because he and Rock Star came to get me directly from the gym.

We got back to the house soon after.

"Want a beer?" Tarzan asked me when we got in the house, "They're cold."

"Yes please!" I knew I would need it.

"I'm going to take a shower." He said. He shot me a sidewards glance. Could he be serious?

"I don't want to join you so don't ask. And you have five minutes or I'm calling a cab."

He laughed, ruffled my hair, and headed up the stairs. I sighed. Just then, Rock Star came down the stairs, shirt off.

I could see the outline of his six-pack abs as he nonchalantly walked around the kitchen. I had a new goal for the evening.

"Hey," He said. "Did Tarzan leave you all alone?"

"Yeah. I'm lonely. Wanna cheer me up?"

I saw Rock Star glance over my shoulder. Tarzan was back.

"Wanna go to a party?"

I figured anything was better then chilling with Tarzan at the house. We drove over to the house where the party was going on. Tarzan put his arm around my waist and squeezed me close. I decided I had to piss him off...or get rid of him in any way possible.

"Gimme a beer." I ordered. He obliged. I gave it to the girl sitting next to me.

"Whoa, Ava, party foul!"

"It's only my first one, you can't be mad yet."

Finally, It was time to leave.

We got in the car... I was elected DDD, Designated Drunk Driver. Tarzan, of course, called shotgun. I ignored his advances the whole way back.

"Hey- think you can drive us to Jane's house?" He asked, "I have to pick her up."

I should have known. Once he couldn't get with me, he decided on plan b: Jane.

I pulled over, and he got out.

"Hey Rock Star," I said. "Get in front."

He smiled and climbed up next to me.

Tarzan came back with Jane. He shot Rock Star a dirty look.

"Get in back."
"Naw."

"Where am I sleeping tonight?" I asked.

"With me." said Rock Star.

Later that night, I curled up next to him in bed. I felt his smooth, chiseled body wrap around my own. I felt his hardness press into me. He felt my hand curl around him.

He kissed my lips, breasts, and down my slim body. Our clothes were audibly begging us to rip them off.

We obliged.

I felt him enter me in a fluid motion of his hips. He gently rolled me over and I braced myself against his headboard. I could hear it knocking loudly against the wall. Poor Tarzan and Jane could not have gotten any sleep that night.

I woke up the next morning when Rock Star was still asleep. I pulled my clothes back on and gently rubbed his back. He rolled over and pulled me down to kiss him.

"Obviously I'm in no hurry," He said, "But what time did you want me to take you home?"

"As soon as you're up," I said. "I have to go ride my horses or they'll be jealous."

He kissed me goodbye outside our dorm.

"Ava-- Let me get your number. So I can call you some time and we'll hang out."
"Okay."

I watched him pull out of sight. My phone beeped.

One new text. From Rock Star.



"You left your earrings in my room."