Living room couch

Consciousness slowly returns to me as a blinding headache sets in more and more the closer I come to rousing. Before I finally open my eyes I stop and listen to what is going on around me, and while there are numerous female voices going on with the obligatory, "Do we call the campus nurse? Do we call campus security? Do we take pictures to post everywhere?" type conversations there is one in the background that grabs my attention.

"How was I to know HE was the guy you were bringing here? There are 12 other ladies in this house and he could have been with any of them."

"But you knocked him out. What's the guy going to think about us? First time we meet him he gets slapped silly, this time you almost break the guys nose and probably gave him a concussion."

After a moment the first voice replies, "What do you mean slapped him silly?" After a brief pause the same voice picks up in a surprised tone, "Oh my GOD! You mean THAT is the guy from the coffee shop?" Her voice drops to an almost imperceptible volume, "But this guy is cute, like really cute, like I would have..." At that time I unconsciously let out a groan and quickly decide it's time to get up.

Trying to prove my masculinity to all these women surrounding me I sit right up, give my head a quick shake then pinch my nose to make sure it's not broken. I look over to where I heard Jennifer's voice to ask why the sudden ****, "Wow Jennifer, after this afternoon I thought it would..." I stop mid sentence when I see there are two of her sitting on the couch behind the crowd of ladies in front of me.

I give my head another shake and pinch my nose hard using the pain to bring clarity to my vision. I look at her again when I suddenly realize that I am not seeing double. Sitting there beside Jennifer who is still dressed in the same white jeans but now only her blue lace bra was a woman who looks identical, with the only difference being a hand knitted sweater only slightly different from the one Jennifer wore this afternoon.

"Hold on here, is this one of those fuck with a guy sort of twin things?" I glare accross at the pair of them sitting there.

Instantly the second woman starts, "You know what, why don't you just fuck off, I felt bad initially but if you can't tell the difference between Silver and Guess Jeans, and our sweaters look nothing alike. You stuck your tongue down my throat and felt me up asshole. No excuse for that. You're lucky I don't..." Jamie rifles off in an emotionally charged tirade when Jennifer gently takes hold of her by the arm interrupting her train of thought.

"It's my fault Jamie I sort of set him up. I wanted to parade the ladies past him to see how he would respond. I didn't realize you were in the kitchen and we were sort of..." she brings her hand to her mouth and does the knowing fake cough, "right before we got here so when he saw you in the kitchen. I can honestly say I don't blame him."

Jennifer stands up, crosses the room, takes my hand and leads me over to where her twin is sitting. "Mark, I would like to introduce you to the most important person in the world to me." Gesturing towards her sister, "This is my identical twin sister Jamie."

Trying to be a chivalrous gentleman in this crowd of pretty ladies I take her hand when she offers it to me and kiss the back of her hand offering, "My most sincere apologies. I knew I was meeting Jennifer's sister this evening, I was expecting an older or younger sister. I had no inclination that she was a twin."

I finish my reverie an resume getting dressed.