Sal's Story - Part 1

CGH House

It might be November, but this is Florida. It’s not supposed to be this chilly. Sal has to at least try to be smart about the heating bill, so a lot of CGH girls are walking around the house in hoodies or with blankets wrapped around themselves like capes.

Sal isn’t one of them. She’s nude as she leans on her dresser to check her appearance in front of her ring light. Still damp from her shower, the chill is serious. Her tall, athletic body is covered from head to toe in gooseflesh. Her damp, blonde hair is turning a bit wild because she ran out of conditioner without realizing it.

She takes a small pair of thin, pink shorts from her dresser and holds them up. They’re meant for sleeping. They’re snug enough to flatter the rear end, but they are not booty shorts. They are short enough that any bending will be revealing, so she needs a thong. She chooses a plain, green one. For her top, she selects a white CGH crop top. The cool air means that pokiness is guaranteed. She turns left, then right, then checks herself from behind, peering over her shoulder as she dries her hair.

Satisfied with her appearance, she turns her attention to her room, which is ready: her computer is open on the desk beside a textbook, the room is clean and smells good, and the bed is made. The three candles on the bedside table aren’t lit, but everything is good to go.

Her phone lights up and she grabs it to read the new text. Sal blinks several times as different emotions course through her. First a pang of something like anger, then a quiet, hollow feeling. She doesn’t show it. She just stands there.

Sal takes a very long breath, then tosses her phone on the bed. She leaves her room and heads downstairs. Some kind of action movie is being watched in the living room, but there aren’t that many girls in the house tonight. She pours a generous amount of rum into a coffee mug and puts it in the Keurig with a pod of hot chocolate. As she waits, Tia walks in. She pauses at the sight of Sal. Making a face that is obviously an attempt to keep from smiling, she gets herself a bowl of cereal without a word.

Sal rubs her face. Her hot chocolate is ready. She carries it upstairs and walks into Lindsay’s room without knocking.

The brunette is in bed, under the covers, surrounded by textbooks. Her computer is in her lap. Sal shuts the door, then shuffles over and climbs onto the bed to sit against the headboard with her.

Lindsay frowns and peers at her. “What is this look? Sexy and sporty without trying to look like you’re trying? It works.” She nods approvingly. “You look good. Shouldn’t you be staging your room or something?”

Sal sighs and sips her boozy chocolate. “She’s not coming.”