Imogen, before that man locks her down

“It’s got to be one of the Zeta girls,” Val says.

“Uh… not quite,” you answer.

“Oh, so one of the Theta girls then,” Mars says, glancing over at their spot in the stands.

“Of course it’s one of them,” Val laughs. “So. Name. Tell me.”

“Imogen,” you say, pointing at the brunette babe. She’s still engaged in a conversation with that guy sitting next to her.

“We better act quick then,” Val says. “Because it looks like that guy’s about to scoop her up for the night.”

She leans over and whispers into Mars’ ear and the two girls giggle, talking in hushed tones.

“Okay,” Mars says, tugging on your arm. “Let’s head over to the Thetas. I’ll tell you what’s up on the way.”

You and Mars pull up in front of the gaggle of sorority sisters. The guy next to Imogen has just finished cracking some joke about gargoyles, but either it’s not very funny or his delivery’s flat, because Imogen’s mouth barely twitches. Instead, she turns her attention to you.

“Alex, how’s it going?” she asks, her voice sounding artificially sweet to you.

Imogen’s dressed in a black jacket and thigh-high socks, and nothing else beneath. It’s a dangerous amount of cleavage to be showing in a stadium like this, and it’s her tantalizing skin that drew your eye to her originally.

“My friend Mars bet me fifty bucks that I wouldn't be able to make out with the hottest girl here,” you say. “So… how should we spend the money?”

“See, that’s how you’re meant to do it,” Imogen says, flashing a smile at the guy sitting next to her. “Even the freshmen are better at picking up girls than you.”

“We’ve barely just gotten here,” the guy grumbles. He wrinkles his nose and gives you a sour look. “I thought women liked to be romanced over the course of an evening.”

“You keep working on that romancing, because it’s frankly abhorrent,” Imogen laughs. “Now, if you don’t mind, I believe that Alex here had a proposition for me. C’mere. Let me get a closer look at those lips of yours.”

She waves you closer in, only for Mars to grab your arm.

“You can’t actually be considering this. Alex is a terrible kisser,” Mars says, shaking her head.

For a moment, you’re unsure of whether she’s acting or not—why would she try to cockblock you here? But then Tatiana jumps in, having overheard the conversation.

“You really don’t want to make out with Alex,” she says, shaking her head. “Let me tell you about some of the things I’ve seen in his room…”

But the rest of her words are drowned out by a series of ooos and aaaahs that erupt from the crowd around you. It’s not because of what Tatiana said. Your eyes flick to the jumbotron hanging above the stadium. It’s the kiss cam, zooming in on you and Imogen.

“All of your protests tell me that I’m doing something right,” Imogen laughs. She smiles for the kiss-cam and Mars releases her grip on your arm.

You stumble forward a step and find yourself face to face with Imogen. She grabs your shoulders and pulls you in, and the two of you are suddenly kissing. The way your lips mash together is an uncoordinated mess, but it hardly matters. The heat of her breath and the **** of your lips on hers is a brilliant duo that has the two of you all over each other. You’re gripping her jacket, wishing desperately for it to be bare skin, and all you can think of is what nice lips she has.

A moment passes and the crowd dies down. The cameras must have cut away, and the two of you break your kiss, staring into each other’s eyes for a moment.

“That was good,” you say.

“You should have gone harder,” Imogen says.

“You’re an asshole,” the guy next to her says.

“You’re a pussy,” you reply.

The guy balls his fists, considering his odds against you, but he doesn’t so much as get out of his seat. He just sighs and turns his head away, watching the kiss cam zoom in on some other couple. You, still pressed up close against Imogen, slide a hand into her jacket, copping a quick feel of her tits. It’s soft and pliant, just right for a quick squeeze, and Imogen gasps as you withdraw your hand.

“I know what you want,” you say, giving her a wink.

“You’re a sharp guy,” Imogen smiles. “But this will have to continue another day.”

“You’re busy tonight?” you ask.

“I’ve got to prepare for tomorrow’s big event,” Imogen says.

“Like hell you do,” Tatiana nods. “I’m putting you on double set-up shift.”

“You have no right,” Imogen says, and the two girls glare at each other. “Show me what clause in our constitution vests that authority in you. Come on, you know you’re full of bullshit.”

You and Mars meet eyes, silently agreeing that you want no part of this cat fight, and the two of you beat your retreat.

The game closes out with Stonewall trouncing Schmarvard with a twenty point lead. You cheer with Mars and Val as the team does a victory lap around the court, and then the three of you head back out to the tailgate after-party to celebrate and get sloshed on cheap beer.

“I’d call tonight a success,” Mars says, raising her bottle in a toast.

“A roaring success,” Val nods, raising her own bottle. “All thanks to me going to the control room and getting that cameraman onto Alex.”

“You girls did great,” you laugh, raising your own bottle. “I can’t believe I got to make out with Imogen in front of the whole school!”

The three of you match bottles and you down the rest of your drink, closing the night in good company.

Imogen +25
Tatiana -10
Mars +10
Valentine +10