SSS(SS) - Part 2

Lindsay closes her eyes and moans. “Yes. Oh, yes. Thank the sweet baby Jesus.”

Sal bristles and looks over at her. “What do you care?”

“I already had the headphones ready,” Lindsay says, nodding toward them at the foot of the bed. “I’m on weekly deadlines. I don’t need to listen to HBO-style lez action through the wall all night. You ever think about what that’s like for me?”

“Not really,” Sal admits.

Lindsay closes her laptop and looks over at her. “You’re really bummed.”

Sal doesn’t deny it. She takes a long drink. Lindsay reaches for the mug and Sal shares.

“I know you fucked around a little,” Lindsay says after a moment. “But does Evan know that you’re getting this comfortable with the girl-on-girl stuff? Or is he happy about it?”

“Oh my god.” Sal snatches the mug back for another gulp. “Me and Evan is not going to happen.”

Linsday looks taken aback. “When did that become official?”

“Probably like last summer,” Sal replies bitterly.

“I’m sorry. But if you’re getting serious about Brown Sugar, you’re making a mistake,” Lindsay says frankly. “She’s got a reputation. And I promise you she’s probably getting eaten out by some freshman right now while another one feeds her grapes or something. She didn’t join CCL because she’s a hopeless romantic.”

Sal gives her a look.

“It’s the truth,” Lindsay says defensively.

Sal stares into her cup. Seconds go by.

“I’m not giving you a pity fuck,” Lindsay warns. “I kissed a girl in seventh grade. Never again.”

“Oh my god. Shut up,” Sal replies, smiling despite herself.

“I’ll let you touch my booby for five seconds, but you have to close your eyes.”

Sal laughs. “I was thinking about tonight all week,” she admits.

Lindsay’s playful look softens. She sighs. “Fine,” she says. “You can borrow my egg. But you have to use it under the covers.” Before Sal can react, Lindsay tosses a small, white, egg-shaped vibrator at her. It bounces off Sal’s bare thigh and lands on the covers.

Sal recoils. “Ew! I don’t want your egg!”

“Oh, now you’re a fucking prude. Take it, you little slut. Take it and go fantasize about getting hazed by CCL girls in their sex dungeon.”

“OK, you need to drink water,” Sal says, grabbing a plush and using it to push the egg away from her. “I don’t think they have the dungeon anymore.”

“That’s disappointing,” Lindsay says. “That’s the one part that sounded cool. Embrace that horniness.”

Horniness is not what Sal is feeling right now. She stares at the far wall.

“Sal? You good?”

“I think I have to do something,” Sal says with a sinking feeling.

“Do what?”

Sal cringes. “The right thing?”

Lindsay looks taken aback. “That sounds good.”

Sal scowls and shakes her head. “No. It won’t be.”