Dustin comes under attack

Brandon smacked his lips. What was that flavor? Some kind of body wash? It wasn't chocolate, but it was delicious, and it was already fading off his tongue. He needed more. And with all respect to Zack, only one obstacle stood between Brandon and Victoria's tight unspoiled body.

“Dustin. Truth or dare?”

If the older guy knew he was in trouble, he didn't show it. “Truth.”

“What's the craziest place you ever had sex?”

Heather was so excited she clapped her hands. “Ooooh this is such a good one! In the grass, under the stars!”

“On a dryer in the dorms,” Taylor said.

“Taylor's bed,” Hannah said.

“Gross, Han. He better have been really hot.”

Hannah winked at Peter. Taylor's jaw dropped.

“We changed your sheets!” the blonde cried over everyone's laughter. Dustin wished they'd forget about him, but someone started chanting his name, and it caught on fast.

“Oh. Uh, also in a bed.”

They started laughing all over again, even harder than before, except for Victoria. She avoided his eyes, and from the little slump in her shoulders, Brandon guessed she'd suspected but never knew for sure. Bingo.

Dustin smiled, weakly, and waited a distressingly long time for them to settle down.

“Was it her bed or yours?” Brandon pushed.

“We were in her bed.”

“Oh my God, you're serious,” someone giggled.

“Yes. I am.” Dustin whipped around, red-faced, looking for the source. “I'm sorry I was more concerned with healing from my last relationship than seducing my way onto the flight deck of an aircraft carrier.”

Another giggle. Ashley's composure crumbled, and she put her hands over her face. Kurt's eyes were fixed on Dustin while he whispered in her ear.

“It's rude to talk about someone behind their back, Kurt.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Look, man, no need to make a thing out of this. Some girls like boring.”

The others hissed in surprise. Victoria glared daggers at him (Heather, too. You ass.), and Dustin's jaw worked.

“Boring. Me. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you selling yourself as the contemporary Casanova. What was the most mindblowingly unexpected place a woman ever had the misfortune of sleeping with you?”

“Is this part of the game? I'm not saying if it's not part of the game.”

“Ah, too embarrassed to say now that you're under the spotlight. I understand.”

Shawn yawned watching Kurt yawn. Good on his brother for showing some spine! This ingrate could only make himself relevant by tearing down better men, and now he was gunning for the Lewis brothers. It was sad, Shawn thought, that he was so smitten with Kendra when those two spinners had practically begged him to ravage them. Really, Brandon should have dared them to paint each other's bodies in chocolate syrup. At this rate Shawn was at risk of falling asleep before the aphrodisiac even activated.

Kurt settled back with a warm smile.

“My old lab partner Ellen and I, we have to do this big biology presentation during midterms. And we pull an all-nighter for it, and we have it all done, but it's almost time for us to deliver. So we split up, get showered, and we end up meeting at the lecture hall half an hour before class starts.”

Jennifer nodded. In her school days she'd had to deliver similar reports for ecology classes. Writing one was an exercise in frustration, something she'd grown too familiar with in the years since. She could see a younger version of herself in that girl's position, dressed up for an important presentation, waiting for that desperately-needed release of academic tension.

“And she looks good. Heels, makeup, everything.”

And then all nineteen years of Kurt Johnson swaggered in with his suit bulging at the crotch.

“Well, we've been working like dogs, you know? And good dogs deserve bones, so she pulls her skirt up and we're going at it up against the lectern...”

The wood dug into Young Jennifer's hands as Kurt shoved himself into her bare, dripping pussy. She clung to the lectern for dear life.

“...and as soon as we start tucking it all away the rest of the class shows up. She gave this whole long speech about the Red Queen's race while I soaked into her stockings.”

Oh my God. Young Jennifer whipped her hair back and railed to the other students why they should give a damn about invasive species, her stained skirt going completely unnoticed.

Cradle robber, she winced. You've known him since he was a kid.

Back in reality, Kurt winked at her. She rolled her eyes. They landed on his jeans, bulging at the crotch.

She wasn't the only one having a strong reaction. A gangly dark-haired kid watched Kurt with startling intensity. The one Kurt sent wandering off into the woods, Jennifer remembered. Figures.

Gavin wasn't upset by the story, though. He was fascinated. There must be more to it, he thought. It's not as simple as telling a girl you want to have sex with her. They have to want you back.

The memory of Chloe intruded, That's the spot, keep going! Damn right he would.

Brandon wasn't so sure of himself. Victoria lay her head on Dustin's shoulder. He'd almost managed to separate them when Dustin got defensive, but Kurt couldn't let it drop. He had to talk himself up, no matter the occasion, and once Dustin was under attack she'd jumped right back into his arms.

And that was nothing on whatever was going on between Kurt and Ashley. Whispering, giggling, poking and tickling each other. Brandon was running down the list when Kurt kissed behind her ear, something he couldn't have known before would make her go limp, but he sure knew it now. When she saw Brandon watching them, she glared at her boyfriend and turned her back on her new friend.

Hannah cleared her throat. “Dustin? Your turn to pick someone.”