Lunch with Charmaine

You check your phone as an excuse to subtly peek and check out Lucille’s ass - it is every bit as firm as you imagined it to be. Then, you realise you have a text from Griffin, asking if you want to grab lunch with him. You consider for a moment, and then realise that you would much rather be having lunch with Charmaine.

“Hey Charmaine,” you call out, getting her attention and that of several other girls. You’ll need to handle this delicately, so as to not alienate the other girls. She turns around and glances at you.

“Is there something you want?” she asks. Her tone’s not hostile, but you can tell that she’s not got much patience for this.

“Want to get lunch at the pool cafe?” you ask. Keep it simple, you think, and you might just have a shot at this.

But when there’s no immediate response, you begin to worry a little. She looks at you, tilting her head to the side, as if trying to get a read on you. She considers for a long moment.

“Sorry, I haven’t got time at the moment,” Charmaine says, and she walks away.

Oh well. You tried, but you probably jumped the gun a little too early with Charmaine, because she was definitely thinking about saying yes. You try not to stare at her ass as you work out what to do next - the other girls have left too, leaving you alone.

You text Griffin back, and in a matter of minutes, the two of you are eating sandwiches in the cafeteria.

“So she denied you on lunch?” Griffin asks. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Well, that makes it just about everyone in our dorm who’s tried and failed now. To be honest man, I thought you had a better shot than any of us here. We’re all just mortals before the goddess Charmaine, huh?”

“Call me a demigod then,” you say. “I may not be in her league, but just you watch. I’ll get in her pants some day soon.”

“Sure thing bro,” Griffin says. “By the way, you heading to the frat party tonight?”

“Sounds tempting,” you say. “I missed out on orientation and stuff, so I’ve never actually been to one - is it anything like they say it is?”

“Who’s they?”

“You know, the way movies show it, the way other people talk about it. **** and sex everywhere, basically a massive drunken orgy with some harder **** on the side.”

“It’s might be hard to believe, but some of the parties actually turn out to be larger than life. Mostly though, it’s just loud music and sweaty people trying to hit on each other, with too much **** of course,” Griffin says. “The one tonight should be good though. A real honest-to-God rager, the kind that you just don’t see too much anymore these days. It’s a real shame.”

“Now you’re just talking bullshit. You’ve only been on campus two weeks longer than me.”

“And that’s an eternity. Trust me, you’ll know in two weeks,” Griffin says. “Who knows, you might even have completed the Freshman Fifteen by then…”

“That's more than one new girl a day,” you mutter to yourself. “Man, you must have been animals to have gotten it over with in a week.”

“Oh, it was a wild time. If you ever meet an Elsie Young, tell her that Griffin’s given you his blessing, and she’ll be inviting you over in no time. That girl was the best lay I’ve ever had, but just don’t… don’t let her know where I am or anything like that. She’s crazy as hell. I’d be happy to never see her again in person.”

“What does she look like?” you say.

Griffin looks something up on his phone. He shows you the screen, and you scroll through an Instagram page. She looks more like a model than a college student, dressed in provocative clothing that accentuates her slim figure. It’s clear from the lighting that she - or someone she knows - has got some serious photography skills. These aren’t your typical random iPhone selfies.

But what really takes your breath away is the girl herself. She’s tall and busty, with long reddish-brown hair and dark eyes that invite you to come hither. If she’s got any skill in bed at all, you can easily see why Griffin would have had such a great time with her. You flick through an image of her in a bikini on the beach, beads of water dripping off her tan body.

“She must be real crazy if you want nothing more to do with her,” you say, when something occurs to you. You’ve still got a few hours before the last class of the day, which is plenty of time to screw someone. If Griffin can get you in touch with Elsie, and if she’s free… well, you might soon be at one out of fifteen. On the other hand, Griffin did make it quite clear that he wanted nothing more to do with her personally. He seems nice enough to do the favour for you, but he’d probably look down on you after the fact.

What do you do?

Charmaine -1
Lucille -2
Lisa -2
Griffin +10