Cover her

You toss the sheet over Lisey, not her whole body, just the really naughty situation.

Your doorknob turns with a noisy click, and you open it to find Kris outside. She’s blushing. She heard, and she can see Lisey behind you.

“Hi,” you say, knowing that you are a bit flushed and breathless. And you didn’t even get any yet.

“Um, pizza’s here,” she says, keeping her eyes down.

“Thanks,” you say. That was quick. Or did you just lose track of time? “OK. We’ll be right down.”

Kris leaves quickly, and you close the door. She looked really embarrassed!

You go back to the bed, where Lisey’s still wiggling around and biting her finger. She always does this: basking in the afterglow lazily. She might be hungry, but she won’t move for a few minutes.

You change into a big t-shirt, give Lisey a kiss on the forehead, and leave the room. She’ll be down in a few, once she gets hungry. She’s like a stray cat in so many ways.

Downstairs, you find Karen and Kris already getting plates. Looks like you’ll just eat in the kitchen; there aren’t enough of you to bother with the dining room. You wash your hands, then join them. You have a big appetite after your day.

Kris is quiet, and Karen notices right away.

Karen is from, you think, a Japanese-American family. She’s about as tall as you, but much curvier. She’s always positive and loves to party. She reminds you of Roxy a little, but without the arrogance. In your eyes, she’d be the perfect CCL girl if she was just a little bit more interested in the sisterhood itself.

She immediately notices how Kris is acting.

“What happened?” she asks.

“Lisey just stopped by my room,” you reply.

“Nuff said.” Karen nods knowingly. “So what are we doing all weekend? Party?”

“Study,” you reply. “This is the perfect time. It’ll be quiet. You want to make the most of your time with your family next week, and the most of your time when everyone’s here. When it’s dead? Study.”

“I say we party,” Karen replies.

“That is the exact opposite of my suggestion,” you reply.

“CCL girls party. If there’s no party, we make our own. If we aren’t partying, we aren’t being true to CCL girl spirit,” Karen says wisely, talking with her mouth full of pizza.

You lean on your hand and look across the table at her, smiling.

“I think it’s our obligation, our duty actually, to get a bunch of beer and go crazy. Anything less would be a betrayal of our values,” Karen says.

“You have sauce on you,” you and Kris say together, pointing at her. She grabs a napkin.

“Jenny’s idea is probably smarter,” Kris says hesitantly.

“I like Karen’s idea,” you reply. “I like the moxie. You getting the beer?”

“Or we could just use the wine downstairs,” Karen replies with a shrug.

Partying is bad for grades, but good for relationships, and you need to get Kris laid. Karen is the perfect person to do that for you. You’d do it yourself, but if Karen’s having sex, she won’t be playing her obnoxious Joni Mitchell records all night.

Send Karen out to get beer?

Or just use wine?