SSS 2 - Spend the night with Sal and Lindsay

“You three behave,” you say to the girls, pointing your finger at them. “We’ve had enough trouble for one night.”

“Onee-sama,” Bian whines, biting her lip.

You… definitely made a mistake when you recruited Bian and jokingly told her about how you used to view Athena. She’s really clinging to that. Jokes and stories about CCL presidents having sex with nubile pledges are as old as the sorority is. You aren’t sure how to feel about it. It’s not as though you don’t want to, but…

You shake your head, give the girls a stern look, and follow Sal and Lindsay outside.

“You aren’t punishing me for shit,” Linday tells Sal, prodding her in the chest. “I thought I thought this prank was your idea. I’m the best damn treasurer in CGH history for coming out here and being a ninja in this shit. Can we fucking walk? I don’t want to stand in the damn typhoon!”

Sal laughs and puts her hands up, heading for the office. “I know. I know. I’m fucking with you. I’ll pay for your room. It’s OK. We’ll figure it out. In the morning, though,” she says with a yawn.

“My room?” Lindsay plants her hands on her hips and stamps her foot. “Some creeper out there is making phone calls and hacking phones and fucking with us and shit. I’m not sleeping by myself.”

In the office, as Sal gets a key from Tanya, you find that you have just enough service to text Colby and warn her that you won’t be home. You take a selfie of yourself, wet and ridiculous, in the pitiful lobby and send that as well.

A minute later you’re entering a room that’s just as unimpressive as the one your girls have but hasn’t gotten all messy yet. How your girls managed to get trash, bottles, and crumbs everywhere and destroy both beds in so little time, you don’t quite understand.

But it feels good to be safe, warm, and out of the weather. As Lindsay is hanging up her sodden robe, you put your arms around Sal and sag against her.

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry,” she says with a laugh.

“What the fuck is happening?” you moan into her chest.

“I don’t know.” She rubs your back reassuringly. You look up at her. “You are so lucky that you came with me.”

“I am?”

“If I had come here and found her and you hadn’t been here?” You shake your head, gazing into Sal’s eyes. “I would have beat her ass, taken that Peachface costume, and paid you a visit.”

Sal cringes. “That would not have looked good, would it?”

“No,” you say, still watching her face.

“Well, all’s well that ends well,” she replies, sliding her hands down to your booty and squeezing playfully.

She’s right. And you’re glad that came along anyway. It was actually really sweet.

Sal sees the look on your face and leans in to kiss you. You sink into that, holding her close, stroking her wet hair, and enjoying the warmth of her body. When you finish, you see Linday staring. She looks shaken.

“Shit,” she says.

“Sorry,” you laugh. You forgot about her for a second. “Wait, no. Not sorry. That’s right, young lady.” You point a finger at her. “Even in Florida, gays exist.”

“Yes,” Sal agrees, giving Lindsay a stern look. “And interracial couples.”

You look up at her questioningly.

“What?” she says, shrugging and patting your back. “We are.”

“We’re a couple?”

“Oh, right. I’m your side piece,” Sal says, patting your head. “You’re going to marry that streamer chick.”

“She doesn’t stream,” you say, letting go of her.

“Then why’s she dress like she does?”

“Oh my god. Why are you like this?”

“Meri, we can’t fight in front of our daughter,” Sal says, gesturing at Lindsay. “Lindsay, your mother and I are going in the shower to have a grownup conversation about business and the stock market. It will not involve her going down on me.”

“How about I take a shower first,” Lindsay suggests. “Then you guys be gross in there.”

“Can’t hear you. Tinnitus,” Sal says, peeling off her shirt as she marches into the bathroom. You roll your eyes and follow her.

“Are you actually horny?” you ask, stripping as she turns the water on.

“No, but I like fucking with her. And I like taking showers with you.”

“Don’t remind me.” There was this time after you played tennis together that you made out in the shower and a whole gang of teachers walked in on you. All they saw was kissing and Sal caressing your body under the water, but still.

You’re in the act of pushing your underwear down your legs when Lindsay barges in, scowling.

“Oh, hi. I’m naked,” Sal says, half-assedly moving her hand to cover between her legs.

“OK, I’m joining you,” Lindsay announces.

“Are you scared?” you ask, trying not to bust out laughing. “You were Peachface! We should all be scared of you.”

“I’m not scared,” she snaps. “But I can either awkwardly wait for you and then be the third fucking loser in the room or I can participate. So I’m participating.”

“Your imagination is doing a lot of lifting here,” Sal tells her.

“Fuck you, Sal. You’re supposed to be inclusive,” Lindsay fires back, tossing her hair.

“You want to get hazed like a CCL pledge?”

“No. You’ll include me gently and sensitively,” she says firmly.

You kick off your underwear and join Sal in the shower. It’s tight.

“Should’ve known you’d try to move in on this,” Sal accuses Lindsay, giving your ass a slap.

“Can you like, leave my butt alone for two seconds?” you ask, irked.

“Oh, sorry.” She smacks your boob. Annoyed, you smack hers back, harder. Her mouth drops open and she looks at you in disbelief.

“Is this how actual lesbians act? Because this is not what I was promised by that movie with Kate Winslet,” Lindsay says, blushing as she takes off her clothes. “And stop looking at me.”

“No,” you and Sal say in unison.

Nude, Lindsay awkwardly approaches the shower.

“I’m pretending I’m in prison,” she says as she steps in.

“Would you hook up with women in prison?” Sal asks.

“I so would.”

You are, among other things, CCL’s sapphic queen. It’s a privilege that you like to think you have earned. Are you a benevolent queen? Or a mischievous queen?