Was It Good For You? AU/LizPOV~CC~ Adult ~Complete 04/01/07

[Roslover39]

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Title:Was It Good For You?
Author:Roslover39
Category:AU/Without Aliens~Liz POV
Rating:Adult

Disclaimer: Roswell and it's characters belongs to the Melinda Metz, the WB and UPN.

Summary:This story is my homage to Sex And The City with a Roswell twist.

Imagine Carrie/Liz,Miranda/Maria,Charlotte/Isabel, Samantha/Tess and Mr.BIG/Max as twenty-somethings who meet at New York University.

I would like to thank my BETAs, Tequaisty and CandyCane14 for helping me breathe life into an idea that threatened to burn a huge hole in my brain. Thanks for coming to my assistance (rescue) and being so wonderful. Last but certainly not least, as always I would like to thank my muse, Irish77 for her continued support.

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Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Liz Parker and I’m attending New York University on a Journalism scholarship. As the smallest of small town girls from Roswell New Mexico, I found the opportunity to study in New York very appealing.

New York is the perfect place to acquire an education and meet eligible men. Men, the pleasure and bane of our existence as women who all desire to make a mark in the world.

While in high school I never thought of myself as attractive. On the contrary, I saw myself as the brainy geek who while desperately wanted to belong. I felt it was best to stay true to myself and stick with the few friends I had at the school paper.

I applied to many schools and got accepted to all of them but somehow felt that NYU and New York was my destiny.


While acclimating myself to the busy New York style of life on campus, I met three very different and very interesting girls:

Maria Deluca:
A Pre-law student from Philadelphia who is self assured and opinionated. She loves sports, athletic men and a rousing debate. Being her friend has its ups and downs, you’ll never win an argument with her but there is no better person to have your back, support you and sing your praises.

She likes to date but her sometimes-caustic tongue makes it hard for her to do it on a regular basis. I’ve asked her on several occasions why she can’t go with the flow and stroke a man’s ego.

She gives me a rousing debate on how the feminists have made too many strides to allow herself or me for that matter to but back on the frilly apron and placate men.

Maria intends to be a more than capable opponent in the courtroom but if she can’t compartmentalize her life that attitude might leave her bed empty and cold.


Isabel Evans:
An Art history major from Connecticut who comes from an ultra rich family. She's the quintessential old-fashion girl with definite opinions on life and love.

She’s a sweet girl in the body of a forties pin-up. You’ve got to get past her polite but chilly demeanor to see it just how much fun she can be.

So traditional are her values that we call her the ice queen, but never to her face. She’s the perfect Scarlet O’Hara archetype. This girl has eligible guys coming out of the woodwork to date her.


Tess Harding:
A native New Yorker majoring in Public Relations. Tess has a raging libido and a one-time sex policy. Basically a man with a vagina, her philosophy on life and sex is go for the gusto.

Her taste in men is as varied and eclectic as her wardrobe. She intends to take a big bite out of the big apple and make her mark in the city’s boardrooms and bedrooms.

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Just like I felt going to NYU was fate so was meeting my fabulous friends. Maria and I met first while taking an advanced English course. After acquainting ourselves, we found that we genuinely liked each other. She’s the yin to my yang.

While I am more laid back and go with the flow, Maria is a fireball that believes that nothing or no one is too good for her and will wreck heaven and hell to get what she’s after. It is those traits that will make her a kick ass lawyer.

After she and I got to know each other better, I started to complain about how things were at the dorm I was assigned to. After I convinced her that I really needed to find somewhere else to stay, she asked her roommate and owner of a huge brownstone, Tess Harding if they had room for one more.

Maria must have put what she’s learned in her pre-law classes to use because I was summoned to the house to be screened as a potential roommate the very next day. When Maria and I got to the house, the first thing that crossed my mind was how on earth could her friend afford such accommodations with or without roommates.

It was magnificent; in fact the outside reminded me of the Huckstable house on The Cosby Show complete with the same adorable front stoop. I loved that show and that house.


Maria used her key to let us in and I learned very quickly that my fascination with this house was just beginning. Once inside I find the interior of the house to be exquisite.

The house is designed in the art deco style with buff colored walls along with beige and soft baby pink accents.

After a few minutes two voluptuous blondes chatting away on a comfy tan leather couch came into focus. Maria cleared her throat blaringly putting an end to the lively chatter.

“Excuse me ladies, this is the girl I told you about Liz Parker.”

Both ladies acknowledged Maria and I. Clearly one greeting was warmer than the other.

“Liz, Maria has told me so much about you, I’m pleased to meet you.” Isabel expressed with a dazzling smile, whereas the owner of the establishment was of a different attitude.

”Liz, please have a seat so we can get down to business.”

Needless to say, Tess’ behavior and wardrobe left me quite conflicted. While her attitude said takes no nonsense businesswoman, her clothes screamed temptress. It was a warm summer day so the fact that she had on shorts was no surprise, but the visual of those shorts riding the crack of her ass was.

To complete the look she was obviously going for, she had on a tight-cropped t-shirt with Touch me, Stroke me, Fuck me on it with no bra. Maria noticed that I was in shock by her friend’s oversexed ensemble, so she grabbed me and whispered in my ear.

“Just say yes to everything and you’ll be just fine.”

I nodded nervously and sauntered over to a very girlie looking baby pink divan, had a seat and then the interrogation began.

Tess sat up on the couch for the first time since I’ve arrived and started asking me questions.

”So Liz, Maria informed me that you wanted out of Dalton Hall, I don’t blame you but I’m interested in knowing why?”

Slowly I shifted in my chair and preceded to tell everyone in the room my sob story of not being able to study or rest on a regular basis because of a myriad of late night beer blasts with assholes getting into drunken brawls and puking their guts out.

Tess nodded in solidarity to my plight with an ‘I feel your pain’ beam. It was then that I felt like I had a chance of living here. She went on to discuss my share of the rent.

It was then that I was glad that I had my scholarship money and all the money I saved up from working what I thought were endless weekends, summer vacations and holidays at the Crashdown. When I assured her I could afford the rent, the conversation shifted to Tess’ house rules.

“Liz before I welcome you to the house, there are some rules we need to go over. First of all I expect you to clean up your own messes.

If I have no classes scheduled I don’t wake up until after noon. No one is to wake me before then unless Jason Behr himself is at the door.

I date a lot so there will be assorted guys here from time to time; I hope you’re not some big virgin prude.

“Virgin yeah, prude that’s debatable!” Maria hollers out to break the tension in the room.

It was then as my face turned three shades of crimson that Tess gave me the green light to move into the house.

Maria rushed over to me and gave me a big bear hug almost knocking me out of my plush comfy chair.

“See I told you she’d let you live here, welcome to Seduction House toots,” Maria whispered in my ear as Isabel walked over to me and gave me a welcoming hug.


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Maria helped me into the house the following weekend. Luckily I had nothing but clothes, books and my laptop to move from the dorm. The first few days at the house after I moved in were uneventful because of classes and homework, but the following Saturday was a different story.

The day started as normal with everyone sleeping late and lounging around in pajamas most of the time. As the day got later Tess informed everyone that it was time to initiate me as a roommate by introducing me to their regularly scheduled hen parties. The procedure was to gather at the round glass table located in the huge buttercup yellow kitchen.

Isabel started the session off with the first question that was directed to me.

“So Liz do you have a boyfriend and what kind of guys do you prefer?”

Taking a deep breath I went on to spill my guts.

“No I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment and my last one was when I lived in Roswell. As for type, let’s just say I’d like a man with a definite air of mystery. Oh and he has to have dark hair.”

“Well there are so many gorgeous men at NYU that I’m sure you find your preference and soon.” Tess informs me with a wink.

Now it’s my opportunity to ask her a question.

“So Tess what is your type?”

Before she has a chance to open her mouth, Isabel answers the question with a disapproving glare on her face.

“Tess, she doesn’t have a type. If the guy has a nice body and a functioning penis she’s more than willing to oblige.”

“Sounds like sour grapes to me doll.” Tess countered Isabel with a smirk. “Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it. By the way, how many man have made it into your secret garden lately?

“That’s so none of your business,” Isabel shouts over her shoulder as she leaves the room agitated.


Tess would be very shocked to find out that Isabel isn’t a virgin. On the contrary, Isabel has sex and likes it but chooses not to broadcast her liaisons to the public. Unlike Tess, Isabel feels that there should be an emotional component to the sex act.

Speaking of sex, Isabel has been getting more than her fair share the last couple of months. I think it’s safe to say that Iz has stepped out of the box so to speak in dating Alex Whitman.

Don’t get me wrong there is nothing physically wrong with Alex, he’s tall, dark, attractive and never fails to rock Isabel’s world when they meet for all things carnal.

Where Alex falls short is that he has no pedigree, and he has no money. Isabel really likes him though and rather than be deprived of his willingness to please she meets him at the house while we're in classes.

Nobody has met Alex and we wouldn’t even know he existed if she didn’t mention getting tutored from time to time. Seemingly he hasn’t complained about the arrangement, but a change is going to come and soon.

TBC

[Roslover39]

I’ve found New York to be the perfect place to get an education and meet eligible men. Ah men, my friends and I have definite likes and dislikes when it comes to them. Meet my fantasy man: “Studly”~ Max Evans.


Max Evans is the most popular guy on campus for three reasons, he can trace his lineage all the way back to the Mayflower, his family is mega rich and he’s drop dead gorgeous.

The only downside to Max Evans for me is the fact that the only girls I’ve ever seen him with have been the odd assortment of socialites and debutantes. I’ve wanted to do two things since the first day I laid eyes on him, get into his pants, and but most importantly find a place in his heart.
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It’s a beautiful autumn day; the girls and I decided to meet at a famous off campus café. It was then that everyone bared their souls about what they were looking for in a man.


“Liz, the average man our age is running from girl to girl because they haven’t become conscious of the fact that deep inside they want to find one nice girl.” Isabel tells me trying to convince everyone at the table that she speaks truth.

Tess decides to refute what Isabel just said.

“Isabel, let me clue you in on something. Men chase girls because they can and they were created to do just that. I totally understand their needs and see nothing wrong with scratching any itch as often as you can in anyway you can.”

Yes, that’s the world according to Tess; she’s never met an erect penis she didn’t like.

“Tess, are you saying that the fact that guys cheat doesn’t bother you?” Maria asks anxiously awaiting Tess’ answer.

“What I’m saying is that a man can’t cheat on you if you’re not faithful to him to begin with. Look ladies, I’m not looking for Mr. Right.

I want to get laid as often as I can with as many skilled, sexy men as I can. What’s wrong with sex for sex’s sake? For me life is a huge buffet and I intend to sample every tasty morsel that hits my plate.”

The table falls silent for a minute until I throw my hat into the ring to ask the girls a question.

“So Isabel, Maria, describe your ideal man.”

Isabel answers first, “Oh that’s easy, I want a man who’s not afraid of my family’s reputation. I want someone who will woo and win my heart. I want someone who shares my values, and whose lifestyle matches my own.”

“Once a snob, always a snob!” Tess shakes her head rolling her eyes at Isabel’s remarks.

“If you’ve got it flount it babe!” Isabel tells Tess candidly looking as if she wants to stick her tongue out at her.

Maria gives her reply to the question.

“Well, I think I’m different from a lot of girls because I like beer and sports. My ideal date would be having a guy come to the house with some take out and my favorite beer.

We’d dine while watching a hockey game, then top off the evening with great sex. Hey I don’t think that’s asking for too much. Believe me when I say, I’ll know him when I meet him. So, what about you Liz?”

Nervously I clear my throat before I start gushing.

“Ok I know I’m gonna hate myself for admitting this to you guys but I’ve discovered my ideal man.” I clear my throat again before the big reveal, “My ideal man is Max Evans.”

Maria peers at me and exclaims, “Damn you aim high, don’t you girlfriend.”

Rolling my eyes at Maria, I go on to describe in vivid detail the first time I saw Max on campus.


I'll never forget it, New York was experiencing a wonderful Indian summer and Maria and I were on our way to class.

As we were making our way past the student parking lot a beautiful red vintage Jaguar pulled into the lot. I remember thinking how beautiful the car was, but that was nothing compared to the car’s owner.

I was captured immediately as he stepped out of the car and my stomach did flips as the warm autumn wind blew oh so gently through his raven locks.

The next thing I noticed as he closed his car door was the tight indigo jeans and expensive teal silk shirt that highlighted an exquisite body. Although I tried, I couldn’t turn away as he strutted away from the car while transferring his designer sunglasses from the bridge of his nose to the top of his head.

I could have sworn the atmosphere turned totally electric when in a split second I noticed he was glancing at me. Just the thought of that gorgeous man looking my way made my blood run cold but then the realization that he was beaming in my direction almost made me faint.

In a fit of embarrassment and arousal I pried my eyes away from him while declaring to Maria,
“We have to speed up if we’re gonna make it to class on time.”




I’m basking in the visual images of that day and Max when Maria decides to pull me kicking and screaming back to my harsh reality.

“Liz are you still with us? Of all the guys to have a crush on you pick Max Evans. Good luck chica, that man is a hard nut to crack.”

After taking in Maria’s words I bow my head down realizing that Max would be nothing more than what he is now, my fantasy man. In that moment a deep but fleeting sadness overtakes me as I glance down at my watch.

Noticing that I have fifteen minutes to get across the quad, I excuse myself quickly from the ladies and hurry to class.

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Later that evening:

I’ve finished my homework and just added a little more information to the article I have to turn into the advisor of my campus newspaper when I hear a knock at my door. Isabel comes in, takes a seat on my bed and asks me a very pointed question.

“Liz I wanted to ask you this at the café this afternoon but you rushed off to class. I know I have no right to ask and if you don’t wanna answer that's ok but I have to ask, are you really a virgin?”

I put my head down and nodded yes.

“I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed that I’m still a virgin but I am. I’m old fashioned at heart and take sexual relationships very seriously. I intend to save myself until I fall in love.”

Peering at Isabel, I ask why she wanted to know.

“Liz we haven’t been roommates long but I have to tell you that I think you’re a great girl. Just the kind of girl I would love my cousin to meet and go out with. Will you allow me to make the introduction?”

Now, I had no idea who her cousin was so as a polite gesture I agreed to meet him.


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News has been spreading all over campus about Michael Guerin, NYU's newest hockey recruit. Maria has been on pins and needles trying to get something, anything that would give his stats. As the editor of the campus newspaper, I promptly dug up the information and called Maria with the low down.

“Sweetie, where are you right now and are you sitting down?”

“I’m in the library doing research, what’s up Liz?”

“I have the vital statistics of the new recruit, wanna hear them?” I ask her teasingly.

In one fowl swoop Maria gets up from her chair as she answers piercingly into her phone, “Spill, Parker, spill!” She’s so loud that the few gathered in the library are staring at her very annoyed.

True to form she responds to them in typical Maria style, “What are you looking at?” In a huff while rolling her eyes, she makes her way to the hall as I tell her everything I know.

“Ok Maria, he’s six foot one and a half with brown eyes and shoulder length light brown hair.” Clearly disappointed, she goes on to interrupt and correct me.

“Oh no! Not those stats Liz, I need his hockey stats!”

I’m totally surprised and befuddled, “Well excuse me, besides the stuff you’re asking for I can’t decipher. Look, I’ll bring you the paper so you can get all the info for yourself.”



After my classes are done for the day, I award Maria with those precious stats. From there she makes arrangements for the two of us to go to the first game of the season. What she doesn’t know is that she’s going to get the birthday surprise of her life.
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Maria isn’t the only person on campus interested in the new NYU recruit. Max’s family owns the NY Rangers and has been trying to negotiate a deal through Michael’s family for some time.

They’ve refused to play ball preferring that Michael remain in school and earn his degree in Architecture. When the news broke about the hockey phenomenon coming to NYU, Max’s father dispatched Max to make Michael an offer he couldn’t refuse.

Knowing that his father and mother would be on a world cruise in a few days, Max decides to invite Michael to the family’s palatial estate in the Hamptons for the weekend.


Saturday afternoon, Max picks Michael up at the dorm he’s currently staying in and brings him to the Evans ancestral residence.

The look of this place puts you in the mind of a humongous Italian palazzo. Michael takes in the sumptuousness of the residence while he walks inside with Max declaring,

“Holy shit, this place is righteous. Ok where is Robin Leach?”

Max chuckles as he surveys the spacious entryway.

“Yeah I guess you could call the house impressive. ”

Michael nods his head while looking down at the black and white marble with silver flecks going through it on the floor.


Deciding that the weekend would be light and fun, Max decided to put off the Ranger contract song and dance until Sunday. Wanting Michael to have a good time, he organized all the activities for the weekend.

Saturday started with Max taking Michael on the guided tour of every room and amenity in the house including but certainly not limited to, the movie theatre, bowling alley, indoor pool and the outdoor basketball and tennis courts.

Then he showed Michael to the room he would occupy. It was spectacular, huge and ornatelydecorated in hues of blue and black.

A plasma TV hanging on the wall and a California king bed swathed in black satin sheets were the two things that stood out among the usual bedroom furnishings.

Noticing Michael’s thrilled reaction as he surveys the room, Max gets his attention back with an announcement.

“Mike, don’t get too excited because the best is yet to come. I have something special planned for you tonight, so why don’t you unpack your things and meet me in the sunroom.

“Meet you where, this place is huge! What are you gonna do Max, leave breadcrumbs on the floor so I can find my way around or do you happen to have a map handy?”

Max is so tickled by the remark that he lets out a little snort before he answers Michael.
“Ok, I’ll stay with you to make sure you don’t get lost. Just leave your stuff unpacked for now and let’s go down and get some lunch.”



The guys have lunch and spend the rest of the day swimming, playing basketball, watching Brave Heart and other graphically violent movies that Michael requested in the home theatre. Around eight pm, Michael notices servants whirling in and out the kitchen and dinning room.
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“Max what’s going on?”

“I’m throwing a small dinner party in your honor. It’s short notice but I was able to persuade some key people to come. No need to get dressed up, you’ll find this evening to be very laid back and casual.”

Max rubs his hands together and flashes a devious smile.
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After an hour the doorbell rings as Michael and Max are sitting in the library drinking beers. aAs they are getting to know each other, a servant walks into the room ahead of the featured guests.

“Master Maxwell, Ms. Brandy Kane and Ms. Candy Kane.”

Max and Michael rise from their seats to greet the young ladies as the servant leaves the room. Max makes the introductions.

“Hello ladies and thank you for coming. This is the guy I hope will be the newest Ranger rookie, Michael Guerin.

The quartet gets comfortable and they chat for a while in the library before going into dinner. After dinner Michael thinks he’s died and gone to heaven when Max suggests that the girls head to the pool house to change into the bikinis he requested they bring with them.

Max taps Michael on the shoulder and exclaims, “This is where the fun begins. So which one are you interested in, Brandy or Candy?”

“Now how am I going to figure that one out Max, they’re twins,” Michael asks puzzled.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure one of the girls will appeal to you by the end of the evening.”
Max gives Michael a wink and heads to the pool house. Michael follows behind in a daze wondering what the evening will bring.

At the pool, Michael discovers that Brandy has her eye on him. She tries to loosen him up with light conversation while Max and Candy are making out hot and heavy in a pool chair.

After a while Max decides he wants to take what he’s doing with Candy to a climactic ending, so he saunters over to Michael with Candy to inform him of his intentions for the rest of the evening.

“Hey Mike, Candy and I are heading to my room for the night. If you need anything, there are servants around the house twenty-four hours a day. Oh before I forget, take this just in case.”

Max hands Michael a few condoms. Some are colored; some are plain and some even appear to glow in the dark.

“Good night Michael, Brandy. Oh and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Amused by what Max said, Candy asks, "Pray tell what is that Max?”

Max laughs patting Candy on the ass as they head for his bedroom.
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After about two hours, Max and Candy are spooning while basking in the afterglow that accompanies good sex when they hear a knock at the door. Max assumes its Michael.

“What’s wrong Michael?” Max hollers as he walks to the door while slipping his robe on.

When he gets to the door he finds that it’s not Michael but Brandy standing there with a bewildered look on her face.

“Max, Michael didn’t want me to stay with him tonight. He said something about wanting me but not knowing me.”

Always the accommodating host, Max grins and invites Brandy into bed with him and Candy.


Max wakes the next day refreshed and contented. Knowing he has to have the contract talk with Michael, he decides to wake Brandy and Candy, have brunch with them and escort them out telling them he’ll call them. When Michael wakes and makes it to brunch, Max doesn't ask why he didn’t sleep with Brandy for fear of offending him.

They chitchat as Max watches Michael eat and then escorts him into his father’s office to discuss the contract with the team’s lawyer. After the lawyer has gone over every part of the contract to Michael’s satisfaction and two hours have passed, Michael signs the contract worth ten million dollars.

Figuring Michael to prefer beer to champagne, Max arranges to have a servant bring a case of Corona in to toast the momentous occasion. The wooing is done and everyone is happy. The Rangers have a new player and Max has a new friend.

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It’s the end of a hectic school week and Maria, Tess and I are sitting at our usual table in the school cafeteria talking when I notice Isabel talking to a guy I’ve never seen her with before. She heads over to the table and has a seat. It is then I decide to interrupt the current conversation with a pointed question especially for her.

“So Isabel who was that guy I saw you talking to?”

“What guy?” Isabel answers as if what I saw was a figment of my imagination while she fidgets uncomfortably in her seat.

Looking her right in the eyes I inform her, “You know what guy. That tall, lanky guy with the dark hair.”

Isabel attempts to regain her composure as the girls and I wait for an answer.
“Oh that’s just my tutor for my computer technologies class, no big deal.”

Tess sees this as a prime opportunity to poke fun at Isabel and does so with a wicked smile.
“What’s up Iz, you’d think Liz asked you about a tryst at the nookie motel by the way you tried evading her question.

Just a tutor my ass, I know you better than that Izzie. So, what’s wrong with him does he have a pencil dick or is it bad technique?” Tess asks with total candor as she waits for a reply.

Isabel is clearly hot under the collar as she tells Tess what she thinks of her question.
“Tess you forget that my way of meeting guys is not by assessing their genitals while saying hello. Furthermore, I don’t have to tell you anything I’m doing with him.”

Maria directs everybody’s attention to what she really wants to know.

“Ok Liz, I wanna know what he looks like. Is something wrong with his appearance?”

“No he’s very cute, actually he looks very much like a young Tom Hanks,” Liz answers quickly.

Tess licks her lips at the description while Isabel, clearly not amused by how the conversation is going folds her arms over her chest and pouts.

I wonder, maybe it’s because they seem polar opposites that it’s a rare day that Tess and Isabel don’t have lively verbal exchanges. Virtue is the debate of choice and highlighting Tess’ lack there of is always the topic.

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Later that day Isabel is having her usual secret rendezvous with Alex at the house. Once or twice a week, she sneaks him into the house for trysts while the girls and I are in class.

Actually, I think Ms. prim and proper gets off on the thought of getting caught at the house with him. Like clockwork, Alex kicks off his shoes and pulls off his socks as soon as he enters her bedroom.

Isabel is sitting on her bed as he walks over to her. Slowly he leans into her with a lusty grin while taking a whiff of her expensive French perfume. While doing so his nose makes contact and tickles her neck.

Playing the game of seduction, he acts as if he’s never smelled her favorite fragrance before.
“Delectable, did you wear that perfume just for me?”

“Maybe, so you approve?” Isabel giggles lightly as she plays along.

“Oh yes I do, but then again I approve of everything about you.”

Alex places a kiss on her neck then searches her eyes.

Isabel returns his gaze while asking, “That was nice but is that all I get?”

“You can have anything you want, in fact you can have the shirt off my back.” Alex reaches down and pulls his blue and white striped t-shirt off to reveal his chest. The sight makes Isabel’s pulse race.


Gazing lustfully at his toned torso, Isabel decides to reward his gesture with a gesture of her own.

“One good turn deserves another I always say.” Isabel starts to slowly unbutton her crisp white broadcloth blouse as Alex’s eyes search beyond the material for the fleshly treasures underneath.

He’s so turned on that his cock starts to tingle as she removes the blouse from her shoulders. Her lavender satin bra comes off next.

The sight of Isabel’s ample breasts front and center has made the right leg of Alex’s heavily starched khakis very tight. To remedy the problem, he removes the pants along with his snow-white boxer shorts.

Playfully Isabel asks, “Alex, why is it you always manage to be naked before me?”

“Because you turn me on so much and I can’t wait when we’re alone together. Hey, I see someone who’s very overdressed. Ah let me help you get out of those things.”

Alex gets down on his knees and removes Isabel’s black leather stilettos, kissing the side of each ankle as he does. He rises up taking her hands in his and gently pulls Isabel to her feet. Then he unbuttons, unzips, and removes her black pencil skirt from her ample curves.

She steps out of the skirt and lets him remove her garter belt, stockings and thong. There is one more thing to remove as she walks over to her mirrored vanity table.

Isabel reaches behind her neck to remove the opera length pearl necklace that once belonged to her grandmother. Just as she’s about to undo the clasp on the necklace, she feels two strong but gentle hands going for the clasp as well.

Alex unfastens the necklace and removes it from her neck. Turning to receive the necklace and place it on the vanity, Alex grabs her left wrist firmly but gently turning her to face him. The necklace in Isabel's right hand somehow makes it to the vanity as she begins to focus her attention on Alex.

Commanding her complete attention, he asks with a lusty grin, “Don't you think I've waited long enough?”

Stroking his face with a smile she replies, “Yes I think you have.”

Alex kisses Isabel deeply then gathers her into his strong arms. As he makes it to the bed, he lays her down oh so gently. After glancing over her loveliness, he finds and occupies his favorite spot right between her legs.


TBC

[Roslover39]

A/N:
Thanks so much for all the great feedback. I've been adding so much to this story that I've decided to post twice a week on Monday's and Friday's. ENJOY!


I'm at home watching tv with Maria and Tess when I receive a frantic call from Isabel.

“Liz, I’m on my way to the house and I have my cousin with me. Please be presentable.”

Dial tone

“What? You’re doing what with whom?” I stare at my cell phone while shrieking into it.

My mind is racing as I run to the large mirror in my room to give myself the once over. It’s been just another lazy Saturday where I did nothing but sleep in and eat ice cream.

Maria poured over her law terminology in preparation for her test on Monday and Tess spent most of the day in her bedroom with a gorgeous guy with blonde hair. When the guy finally left and I thought that I could relax more fully, I got Izzie’s frantic call.

Maria watches me run around the house like a chicken with its head cut off when she asks,

“Why are you stressing so Liz? Isabel is just bringing her cousin to meet you. You aren’t obligated to like him or anything, just meet him and if the vibes aren’t there simply excuse yourself from the situation. Isabel caught you off guard, you can use that to get away from this guy if you need to.”

I hug Maria for always being there when I need her and I go back to my room for one more look at myself before Isabel arrives.


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“Come on Vogue,
Let your body move to the music hey hey hey
Come on Vogue; let your body go with the flow, you- know- you- can- do- it”

Tess, Maria and I are jumping around to “Vogue” by Madonna in the living room as Isabel’s key goes into the lock. I’m startled motionless as I watch her enter the room while Tess and Maria peer over at me like I’m about to be led to my death.

I gesture for them to cut it out and turn off the music. I look around but see no one else as I ask Isabel what’s going on.

“I thought you were bringing someone with you, did you change your mind?”

Isabel smiles and answers my question.
“ Oh I didn’t change my mind.”

Peering at the door, she hollers to the mystery male, “You can come in now cousin!”

All eyes are on the door when I get the shock of my life. A vision waltzes in and suddenly I feel faint as he positions himself next to Isabel flashing a mega-watt smile.

Isabel makes the introduction.
“Liz this is my cousin Max.”

He walks right over to me and kisses my hand.
“Liz, Isabel has told me so much about you. For the life of me I can’t see why we haven’t met before?”

“Could it be that you’re already juggling far too many girls to bother meeting me?” I ask him trying to sound confident and in control while my insides turn to jelly.

Max chuckles as he shakes his head at my question. Now he’s gazing into my eyes like he’s trying to uncover the secrets of my soul. Note to self, stay out of this man’s gaze.

Sensing the conversation getting off on the wrong foot, Isabel asks Max if he’d like something to eat or drink. He gestures no and places that gorgeous ass of his on the couch.

He bids me to do the same. Maria and Tess are so taken by Max’s charm and style, they take seats on the bar stools by the kitchen as I have a seat on the couch.

I’m beyond nervous sitting so close to a Sex God, so I place my hands in my lap hoping he won’t see how tense I am. I glance up to see if he’s watching me and observe him wiggling his eyebrows at me seductively.

Just as I’m wondering if having Max Evans so close to me is a gift from heaven or a curse from the depths of hell, Isabel politely informs Maria and Tess she has something for them to see in her room right now.

Maria obliges but Tess being Tess doesn’t want to leave and proceeds to walk up to Max and I with a question wearing short shorts and a t-shirt only a toddler should be able to wear.

“Max are you sure there’s nothing you want?”

No thanks, I have everything I need right here,” as he pivots from Tess to me with a panty-melting smirk.

Tess mutters “Oh,” and saunters into Isabel’s room behind Maria.


I envision myself sticking my tongue out at Tess like a three year old as I try not to do or say anything stupid in front of this gorgeous man. Shit, his cologne is making me want to jump onto his lap and grind him forcefully into the couch.

Ever the Romeo, Max regains my attention by lightly caressing my hand as velvety words are spoken in silver-tongued baritone.

“I have to tell you that I wasn’t thrilled that Iz wanted me to meet one of her friends but then again I had no idea that her friend would be so beautiful.”

I’m watching those full luscious lips move and I’m hoping that he’s not just spewing top quality bullshit because he thinks he has to maintain his reputation as campus Casanova.

He continues his soliloquy and before I can utter a single word to respond to him he leans into me brushing a few stray hairs from my eyes. Damn! I find myself gazing at those peepers of his again.

But I digress, the spewing continues.
“You know I think we should make plans to go out and soon. There’s this restaurant that I frequent that I’d love to take you to….”

Oh, I see it now. Max and I in his favorite restaurant that probably has a convenient little fainting couch just in case he can’t wait to do me at his place.

Now would that be too * Funny Girl * or what? ( For those of you who have no idea, Liz is describing a seduction scene from the movie Funny Girl staring Barbara Streisand and Omar Sherif).

Captured like a moth to a flame I’m gazing into Max’s eyes as his words wash over me. I’m so giddy that all I can manage to do is nod my head in response to him, his proposed plans and flowery words.

“You know Liz I think fate brought us together tonight. There’s so many things I would like to…”

Ring Ring Ring

The ringing coming from his pants stops his train of thought.

“Max, your ass is ringing.”

“ Ha ha, good one! I’m sorry Liz I’ll just be a minute, ok?”


He reaches into the back pocket of his black slacks, retrieves a sleek metallic silver Motorola Razor phone and answers it.


Strike 1, A man should never answer his cell phone while in full seduction mode.

“Oh Natasha what’s up doll?” Max speaks into the phone as I cringe.

Strike 2, A man should never let on that he’s talking to a woman when already in the presence of a woman.

“Oh shit I totally forgot! Ok ciao baby.”

Max puts his phone back in his pocket as he turns to me slowly. Oh shit, I know with everything within me that I’m not going to like what he has to say.

“Liz, it’s been great meeting and spending time with you but I have a prior engagement tonight. Would it be possible for us to get together again and soon because I meant what I said about getting together.”

I can’t believe this man is attempting to strut out on me right when I was enjoying the view and the conversation. I feel like a specialist was screwed me, and stopped short of my payoff.

He takes my hands kissing both palms while using those eyes to weaken me into agreeing to give his ass a chance to take me out.

Strike 3, a man should NEVER leave one woman to be with another even though he has prior plans with THAT BITCH!!!! UGH!

Max turns from me and struts into Isabel's bedroom to tell her he’s leaving. As I emerge from the daze he’s put me in, the first thing I notice is Isabel’s booming voice. She sounds just as pissed off as I feel.

“You’re going WHERE with WHO?”

The next thing I notice is her hollering “GET OUT NOW,” with Maria and Tess running out of the room.

The last thing I notice is the door of Isabel’s room slamming closed as muffled words are heard in the background.

When the noises stop and Isabel’s door opens, Max emerges appearing very agitated.

He tries his best to come across as composed as he heads over to me. I try to muffle my laughter as I look at him. His expression confirms that Isabel tore him a new ass, so I prepare myself for Max’s brand of damage control.

“Sorry about tonight Liz, I totally forgot about my prior engagement.
I’m sure my cousin is going to call me every nasty thing in the book tonight. Just believe me when I tell you that I have every intention of taking you out if you’ll allow me. Until next time Liz.”

He caresses the side of my cheek with his right hand, then makes his way out the front door.

AND HE’S OUT!!!

I trudge over to the couch and plop myself down on it as Maria rushes my way with her unique style of commentary.

“What an ASS! Can you believe the nerve of that guy?”

I peer at Maria who’s waiting for me to join her in spewing nasty things about Max but instead I take a pillow from the couch and place it over my face.

I have nothing to say because I am too stunned to speak. How could the most wonderful day of my life suddenly turn into the worst day of my life?

Izzie rushes to me placing her hands on my shoulders.
“Oh Liz I am so sorry, I had no idea that things would turn out that way. I’m not through reaming his ass about this.”

I glance at Iz then Maria while shaking my head like don’t even bother . I get up tossing the pillow back on the couch. Silently, I head to my room to jot the mind-boggling incident into my laptop.

TBC

[Roslover39]

This year, Maria’s birthday just happens to fall on the same day as Michael Guerin’s first game of the season as a NY Ranger. Knowing how much of a hockey fan she is although she just doesn’t get why, Isabel gets permission to use Max’s corporate box at the hockey stadium for us to celebrate in style.

Maria is anxious to see if old number sixty-nine is truly as impressive as his stats say he is. I on the other hand know nothing and could care less about the game of hockey, but then again you sacrifice for your friends.

For maybe the first time Maria is speechless as she enters the corporate box blindfolded. When Izzie removes the blindfold, Maria realizes that her hockey experience just got one hundred percent better than she could have ever imagined.

She gives Isabel a huge bear hug, takes her seat and gets caught up in the action as the guys glide past and into each other on the ice below us.

Maria’s birthday surprise doesn’t end here; she’s got a huge surprise waiting for her after the game.

"The puck just went around the boards and straight to Guerin! He’s beaten the defender! It’s just him and the goalie! He shoots! Score for the Rangers! A shot just above the glove for the newest Ranger rookie! His first goal of his career in the NHL.”

The announcer outlines the action for all of us non-hockey fans who don’t have a clue what’s going on.

“Wahoo, Guerin is some hockey player! Did you see that goal he just made?” Maria pokes me in the arm so many times that I know I'm going to be bruised the next day.

“Oh yeah how exciting,” I respond wishing I was anywhere but there. Just when I thought the night’s festivities couldn’t suck anymore, I hear the door open.

I look in that direction to find Max looking stunning in a black Lauren polo shirt and tight indigo jeans with a butter soft tobacco colored leather jacket wrapped lovingly in his arms.

With him is an equally well-dressed guy, not as stunning as Max but he’s a head turner in his own right. The two new additions to the box have Tess almost salivating.

Like clockwork, she takes a stroll to the elaborate buffet table to let the guys get a good look at her. Isabel ever the busy body heads over to Max and whispers in his ear,

“Hey buster you owe me, go over to Liz and play nice.”

“Damn Iz, give me a break will ya, I just got here. I have every intention of talking to her.”

As Iz and Max go back and forth I catch him observing me out the corner of my eye as Tess heads his way. Just as Isabel walks away, Tess slinks over there.

“Hi Max how are you doing baby?”

“Oh I’m fine Tess, is there something I can do for you?”

“Actually there is something I want to do to you,” she purrs licking her lips.

I’m sitting there watching Tess undress Max with her eyes, wondering if he is gonna take the bait or make his way over to me when Max’s friend obscures my view while introducing himself.

The game just got more exciting to me as I let Max’s friend chat me up knowing that Max is watching what’s going on. Still upset by the abrupt way he left the house the other day, I’m hoping he’ll try to rectify the problem tonight. Max finally pries himself away from Tess and comes over to say hello.

“Hi Liz, I see you’ve met Ethan.”

“Oh hi Max yes I’m enjoying your friend he’s very nice. He makes me feel as if no one else is in this room but us.” I state with a pointed smile.

“Well let me leave you two alone, sorry for the interruption.” Max replies over his shoulder as he leaves my presence.

“Bye Max, maybe next time,” I shout back to him.

I think I succeeded in making him feel every bit the ass he made me feel that night at the house. Well, at least that was the plan.


******

The game comes to an end, The Rangers win with a score of 6-3 and Michael Guerin is hoisted on to the broad shoulders of two players. He's taken off the ice the conquering hero as Maria glances down with delight.

Isabel gets our attention by informing us that the second part of Maria’s birthday surprise is now going to be revealed. I tell Ethan how nice it was meeting him as I ready myself to head out of the box.

Ethan asks for my number and I give it to him hoping he'll tell Max he got it. As I stand to my feet, I can see Max and Tess back in the exact spot they were during the game.

For a brief moment his eyes meet mine and he looks down at Tess with what I perceived as a guilty fleeting look on his face. It is then that Max says good night to everyone and leaves the box with his friend.

Then Tess yawns declaring she has to catch up on her beauty sleep. She hugs Maria, tells her happy birthday again and leaves a few minutes after Max.

Ok I’m upset but why, what I’m thinking is happening might not be happening at all. Besides, I don’t want my paranoia to spoil the rest of Maria’s surprise so I fake a happy face and head down to the Rangers locker room with her and Isabel.

******
As Isabel, Maria and I head down to the locker room, I notice Max and Tess having a very cozy conversation at the entrance that leads to the VIP parking lot. I’m almost trampled by passers by as I glance behind me to find them heading to the parking lot together.

And to think I was worried how she was going to get home since we all came in Izzie’s MG. I’m sure that’s not the only ride she’s gonna get tonight, damn this night just gets better and better.
*****

When we get to the Ranger locker room it’s electric as the players celebrate their first win of the season and the player that made it possible, Michael Guerin.

Isabel, being the niece of the owner has free reign at the stadium but her old fashion sensibilities won’t allow her to enter the locker room for fear of viewing strange men in various stages of undress.

Taking the tactful approach, Isabel whispers in the ear of one of the imposing burly men standing guard in front of the locker room. She wants Michael to step outside the locker room for a moment. The security guard steps inside and after a few minutes the burly man returns without Michael. He walks over to Isabel and whispers in her ear while shaking his head.

Maria turns to me and asks, “What’s going on?”

“Don’t know but I get the feeling it’s not gonna be good news when we find out.” I tell Maria thinking the surprises have ended for the night.

Isabel turns to us with a look of embarrassment and anger.

“Maria I’m so sorry, I had no idea that Mr. Guerin was a major league ass hole. He told the security guard that he had better things to do then meet with a flustered fan. So what I’m gonna do is get Max to inform him of what actually happened and arrange for a proper introduction.”

By now Maria is taking what happened very personal and wants no part of Mr. Hockey.
“The hell you will! I don’t want to meet anyone that thinks his fans are bothersome annoyances. Hey thanks for a great night, I really enjoyed myself up until this point.”

I wrap my arm around Maria's shoulder in support as I tell her, “He’s gonna kick himself when he realizes he passed up an opportunity to meet a great girl.”
*****


When we get home, our senses are accosted by the high-pitched symphony of orgasmic delight shared by Tess and an as of yet unidentified participant.

The noise got so annoyingly obnoxious that Maria threw one of her shoes at Tess’s bedroom door in protest, and after a while the wailing digressed to a dull moan.

Now I know that Tess being Tess, the guy in her bedroom could be Donald Trump but then again common sense would tell one that if you see person A flirting with and leaving the premises with person B, one would be safe to assume that A and B will end up fucking that evening.

Shit, the thought of the man having sex the room down the hall from mine being Max was too much for my psyche. It rendered me unable to sleep so I did what I always do when something bothers me, I jotted down my every emotion into my laptop in my bedroom.

Much later that evening, I surmised that unloading my every emotion into my laptop had been more consuming than I thought because soon I wanted something to eat. I hop off the bed remembering that there is some Vanilla ice cream and hot fudge sauce in the kitchen.

I stroll into the kitchen and I’m startled to find I’m not in there alone. What I find before me is a guy wearing nothing with his ass to me looking in the refrigerator; I guess he worked up quite an appetite.

Just when I make up my mind that I no longer care who the mystery guy is, he rises up from the fridge. mistakenly he thinks I’m Tess;he asks me if I have any olives.

It is then that I find out that the mystery lay wasn’t Max at all but his friend Ethan, the one that took my number at the hockey game. He looks at me shrugging his shoulders like hey I’m a guy what do you expect?

He walks past me back into Tess’s room allowing me to see his back and front and I have to say that Tess picked a winner tonight. I head back to bed glad that it wasn’t Max I found in the kitchen.


******

After the fiasco at the stadium where Michael refused to meet Maria, Isabel believing that every dog has his day decides to get involved in the Guerin/Deluca debacle with Max’s help.

Max fakes plans with Michael to go to the bar; picking him up in his car so he can make a detour. Michael has no idea where he’s headed when Max pulls into our driveway.

“Hey I gotta get something from my cousin and she never lets me leave right away. Come on in so she can see I’m not by myself and I can get the hell out.”

Michael nods and heads for the door behind Max.

Inside the house Isabel is on pins and needles wondering when Max and Michael will get their asses over to the house.

Maria has wanted to go to the library and Isabel has been stalling her with,
“I wanna go to the library with you but Max is on his way over here to get something from me. As soon as he leaves we can go, he’s on his way.”

Isabel runs to her room to call Max when the doorbell rings. Maria opens the door to find Max with another guy. She lets both of them in and glances over at Michael as he enters the living room.

“Oh it's Max, and a friend. Cop a squat, Izzie should be right out.”

Michael is letting his eyes roam over the fitted yellow hoodie and matching sweat pants Maria is wearing as she asks them if they would like something to drink. Max nods no but Michael asks if there's a chance he could get a beer.

“I hope you don’t mind Corona, I’m the only one that drinks beer here and that’s my favorite,” Maria states over her shoulder.

Michael grins and says, “That’s my favorite beer too.”

Maria brings the beer and hands it to Michael as he remembers he hasn’t introduced himself to her.

“Thanks for the beer, oh I’m Michael Guerin and you are?”

The glass of beer that was still in her hand crashes to the floor as Maria realizes she almost gave it to the asshole at the stadium.

She's livid as she shrieks for Isabel to come into the living room.

“Isabel, what the fuck is this? Get your conniving ass out here right now!”

Isabel runs out of her room, “Maria what’s wrong?”

“Why is this asshole here? I know you got something to do with this. She put you up to this didn’t she,” Maria asks Max looking like she’s going to explode.

Max recoils a smidge, placing his hands in front of him and shakes his head as though he’s innocent.

“What the hell is going on,” Michael asks totally confused while standing to his feet facing Maria.

“You’re an ass man!” Maria exclaims in Michael’s direction and storms off to her room slamming the door behind her. Isabel heads to the kitchen for a mop, broom and dust pan to clean up the beer that dropped to the floor.

Michael glances at Isabel cleaning up and then turns to Max.

“Max, what the hell was that about?”

“I know you’re gonna kill me but Iz had me help her make this happen.”

“Why would she wanna do that, your cousin barely knows me.”

Isabel steps into the conversation and proceeds to refresh his memory.

“Let me tell you what you did, or should I say didn’t do. That girl that called you an ass was a huge fan of yours. Knowing that, I arranged for her to watch you play your first game as a rookie for her birthday.

I also arranged for her to meet you as a surprise. That girl that stormed out of here was the fan you told the security guard you had no time to meet."

Michael’s mouth flies right open when he realizes he did a bad thing not only to a fan but also to a beautiful girl.

“Oh shit, I had no idea. Really, I thought the guys were playing a joke on me being a rookie and all. I was warned in advance that the guys play all kinds of games with the rookie players. What can I do to make it up to her,” he asks Isabel sincerely.

"I don’t know but I’ll go find out.”

Isabel goes to Maria’s room and knocks on the door.

“What do you want,” Maria asks lying in bed very upset.

“I told Michael what happened that night and he’s sorry Maria. Hon, it was all one big misunderstanding and he wants to make it up to you. Why don’t you come on out and talk to him.”

“You, Max and that asshole can all kiss my ass!”

Max and Michael hear everything Maria said and prepare to leave when Isabel hurries back to the living room.

“Hey Iz we’re out of here,” Max rises from his seat. “ Obviously there is nothing Michael can do. Damn she has one hell of a temper.”

Michael agrees with Max's statement.

“Yeah she’s a pistol but I like that. She’s sexy as hell so I gotta think of a way to get her to go out with me.”

“You’ve got quite a job ahead of you dude, better you than me.” Max chuckles as he heads to the door.”

“Yeah but I think I’m up to the challenge,” Michael tells Max as they walk out the house.

******

The next day a dozen yellow roses with a note arrive at the house addressed to Maria. She’s still in bed and not too happy to be rustled out of sleep for anything. Her grumpy mood gets worse when she realizes the flowers came from Michael Guerin.

She peers at the flowers with a not too pleased ex-pression so I take the card and give it to her. She reads the card out loud and tears it up. She surprises me further by informing me that if I don’t get those flowers out of her room that she’s gonna throw them out of her bedroom window.

Yet again, Michael has activated Hurricane Deluca. If all he wanted to do is apologize for his faux pas at the stadium, he just did that. If he wants to take Maria out, that’s going to be very hard to do.

His cell phone number was on the card and after two days Michael realizes that Maria just wasn’t going to call. He decides to go to smooth operator Max for assistance.


“Dude, I sent flowers with a note asking that girl Maria out but there’s been no response. What do I do now?”

Max ponders the thought for a moment then has an idea.


“I got it, why don’t you go through the editor of the campus paper Liz Parker, she’s Maria’s friend and roommate. Go to the paper and tell the advisor that you’d be willing to do an interview but only with Liz Parker. I’m sure the advisor will make Liz take the interview, then you can get her to speak to Maria on your behalf.”

“Max, how did you ever come up with a scheme like that?”

“Michael I see a lot of girls and find myself in a lot of shit. You’ve got to think on your feet to get out of situations, you’ll find that out soon enough.

You’re young, single, and about to be very rich. Women won't be a problem for you. Staying off their shit lists will.”

******

Another hectic day at the campus newspaper comes to an end. Peering at my watch, I notice it’s after nine pm. I grab my brown leather clutch, my tan colored sweater and attempt to head out of the building when my advisor stops me.

“Parker, I need to see you it’s important.”

“Mr. Faraday, it’s late, I’m tired and I’m hungry. Can we table this until tomorrow?”

“No Parker. Michael Guerin of the Rangers came here to offer us an exclusive interview on his life as a rookie since he was recruited from here.”

I'm beyond puzzled as to why Michael Guerin, big hockey stud would offer to do an interview with a lowly campus paper.

“That’s great but I have no idea what any of this has to do with me.”

“That’s just it Parker, Guerin stipulated that you are the only one he’d do the interview with.”

Suddenly a click goes off in my head. Michael Guerin, rude and arrogant Michael Guerin wants me to interview him and why is that? I’ll find everything out soon enough. I inform Mr. Faraday that I’ll take the assignment. I can’t wait to tell Maria I’ll be interviewing Mr. Hockey.


Two days later Michael comes back to NYU in a blaze of glory. From the throngs of people following him around campus you’d think it was the second coming. When he makes it to the newspaper, campus security has to hold off and disperse the crowd.

Now all he has to contend with are the male members of the newspaper staff who are flinging pieces of paper and pens his way for this autograph.

The advisor has to stop the uproar and lead Michael to his office. Mr. Faraday decided to let me use his office for the interview hoping that the hockey star would feel more comfortable there. After the usual pleasantries I decide to get the ball rolling.

“So, how does it feel to be the leading scorer on the team in your rookie year?”

“Oh it’s great but I didn’t really come here for an interview,” he confesses to me straight faced.

“What, well my advisor is under the assumption that that’s the only reason why you’re here.” I tilt back in my advisor’s worn leather chair and ask him, “If you’re not here for an interview then why are you here?”

He goes on to tell me in a matter of fact way, “Max Evans told me that you can help me get your friend Maria to go out with me.”

“Oh so this is what all of this is about, you’re trying to make amends for almost ruining my friend’s birthday and Max Evans told you to come to me?" Michael nods yes to my query. Mr. Evans is full of surprises. Now it's time to play hardball with Mr. Guerin.

“Ok, what if I try to get her to go out with you and still she tells me no?”

“Then this is what we’re gonna do…” Michael replies with a look of sheer determination.

Michael and I put our heads together for operation take out Maria. I thought she was the only one getting a surprise that night!


TBC

[Roslover39]

I played hardball and then decided to help Michael put a plan in motion. At first I didn’t want to get involved, but the more I talked to him the more I found I liked him.

I mean he struck he as so sincere about wanting to make things right with Maria.
I think he’s gonna be great for her, if he can stay clear of her acid tongue.

Michael made the reservations at the most expensive Italian restaurant in Manhattan. To avoid potential conflict, he gave the maître d' specific instructions to put the reservation in my name so as not to let Maria on to what was going on.

I lied and told her I wanted to celebrate acing a hard test and an expensive dinner was my treat. I'm still pondering why she didn't question
how I could afford to pay for us to dine at so posh a place.

Anyway, all was going well when we got to the restaurant until the maître d' glanced down at the book and was about to say:

Parker party of three

Oh no, sensing this I launched into a fake coughing fit as he said it. Of course he looked at me as if I was totally insane while Maria patted my back to death thinking I was actually choking.


Maria and I were led to our cozy table in a cosy corner of the room, and I found the resturant atmosphere intoxicating as cool jazz wafted through the air. It was my hope that the smile I noticed on Maria’s face would remain by the time Michael arrived.

“Liz I’m hungry. I was so excited about coming here tonight that I skipped lunch today. Why don't we order our meal now?”

Oh damn, we can’t eat until Michael gets here. What if she gets her food and then gets a bad case of indigestion upon seeing him, she’ll blame her discomfort totally on me.

No, she can’t eat until after Michael gets here, but then again she might not want to eat at all then, she might get up and leave. I’ll never hear the end of it if this night ends in disaster.

Luckily a waiter comes to take our drink orders. Just when we’re deciding what to have Michael strolls into the restaurant; Maria sees him and she's none too pleased about it.

“Look, there’s that ass hole Michael what’s his name. What the hell is he doing here tonight?” Maria asks peering at him as if she wants to run over and kick his ass.

“Calm down Maria this is a free restaurant, all you need is money to be here and he definitely has that now.”

Instantly Maria senses something fishy going on. “Alright Elizabeth Claudia Parker, there’s something you’re not telling me. Spit it out right now!”

“Well Maria…”

Just when I was preparing a good explanation for her, Michael strolls right up to the table looking very handsome in a beautiful charcoal gray suit.

Maria takes one look at him and I know with everything within me that Hurricane Deluca’s gale force winds are about to blow.

“Hey, what are you doing here man? What’s going on here Liz?”
Michael decides to explain the reason for this evening as Maria turns three shades of red from rage. He gets as close to her as he feels he can without risking bodily harm. While peering into her big green eyes he utters,

“Ms. Deluca, Isabel told me that I nearly ruined your birthday at the stadium by not meeting with you. To make it up to you, I arranged for Liz to bring you here tonight for dinner. I figured it was the least I could do to make it up to a very pretty fan.”

Maria glares at him for a minute and then informs him,
“It’s your dime sport.” That’s Maria speak for I’ll let you live...this time.

******

Michael sits down next to Maria and we order our our meals without a major outburst from Maria. Things seem to be going very well. After the
entrée arrives, I glance up and notice that Michael and Maria are getting along. Actually they are doing better than getting along, they are laughing and smiling at each other.

Just as I was in the middle of saying a silent prayer of thanks to the good Lord, I noticed Michael’s hand go up in an effort to capture someone’s attention. Quickly I turn in my seat to see who’s headed our way. Lo and behold it’s none other than Max Evans looking like sex on two legs. As he approaches, Michael stands to greet him warmly.

“Hey man glad you could come.”

WHAT?

“Thanks for inviting me. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” Max replies as he turns to leer at me.

Oh shit I’ve been had! Well they say no good deed goes unpunished.

“ Hello ladies, I hope you don’t mind my showing up here unannounced.”

Maria sneers at Max as I gesture for him to have a seat. The only place left to sit is next to me. Oh shit!

Of course I’m vindictive so I attempt to make him feel as uncomfortable as he's making me feel at this point in time.
“So how was your date with Natasha, remember the date you left me for,” I ask smugly.

“It was nice but I have higher hopes for this one.”

There he goes thinking with his groin, but I must admit he's looking particularly yummy in all black as he gestures to a waiter.
*****

The dinner portion goes rather pleasantly; then I decide that I want coffee and dessert. After glancing at the menu, I pick a slice of strawberry pie, while Maria decides that she’ll have the triple chocolate mousse cake. Michael passes up dessert stating that he’s on a restricted diet. Max doesn’t order either stating there was nothing on the menu that tickled his fancy.

Wouldn't you know it, as soon as our desserts arrived at the table, the funniest things happened. Maria started moaning as soon as the chocolate confection hit her mouth. That led to Michael asking her if he could try some of it with the cutest puppy dog eyes I’ve ever seen. Taking Michael’s lead Max decided he wanted to taste something sweet too.

Max leaned into me and whispered seductively, “Liz can I taste your pie?”
The wild look in his eyes told me he wasn’t talking about the dessert on the plate in front of me. Oh no, this man wanted to make dessert of what was between my legs.

I was too shocked to speak so I nudged my plate over to him. He looked down at it like I offended him and said, “You know what, that’s ok.”

Michael and Maria hit it off so well at dinner that they decided they didn’t want the evening to end,so they went off to be alone. They were in the city that doesn’t sleep yet had no idea where to go. It was a beautiful and warm autumn night so they decided to head to the nearest park, walk along the water and get to know each other.

“So Maria what do you wanna be when you grow up?”

“Well I’m studying to get my degree in law. Then I think I want to specialize in entertainment law, that’s where the money is. I would be paid to look over contracts and make sure the right amount of zeros appeared on the checks. I would hope I wouldn’t have to worry about my clients getting into drunken brawls and making the papers.”

Michael chuckles, “A lawyer eh, yeah that seems just about right. But it seems like you’re missing your calling. You would make the best criminal lawyer. Does anyone ever win an argument or get the last word with you?”

“Not if I can help it but you can certainly try,” Maria declares with a confident grin.

The warm night air suddenly turns chilly and Maria wraps her arms around her shoulders. All she has on is a black summer weight dress. Sensing that she’s catching a chill, Michael takes his suit jacket from around his shoulders and exclaims, “May I?”

She nods yes and gently he wraps the jacket over her shoulders. She pulls the jacket around her and gazes up at Michael saying, “Thank you.”

“So what about you Mr. Hockey, is that it for you or do you have other aspirations?”

“Actually, I intended to table hockey and graduate from NYU with a degree in Architecture, but then Max convinced me that I could do both. I can play hockey and go to school in the off-season.”

Maria is glad Michael brought Max up. She's anxious to get his take on the campus Casanova.
“Good you brought him up so I didn’t have to. Tell me what do you think of Max.”


“Actually I think he’s a nice guy, a bit spoiled but hey he has everything a man could want. I feel sorry for any inexperienced girl caught in his cross hairs, she might not recover from his brand of seduction.”

“Yeah that’s what I was afraid of," Maria lowers her head for a minute as she thinks of what Michael said and how it applied to Me.”

They go on to have a very pleasant evening together.


******
After Maria and Michael left the restaurant, I asked Max to take me home before he gos any bright ideas about taking me to his place. Yes, I do want to tear his clothes off but we don’t know each other well enough to be intimate.

Max gets me home after a more or less quiet drive in his car. The only things I noticed were the sound of cool jazz gliding from his car stereo and his eyes veering from the road on to where my red dress left my thighs bare.

Like any gentleman would, he walks me to my door, but then that’s when the wolf discarded the sheep’s clothing.

“Well Max your showing up at the restaurant was very unexpected.”

Max saunters closer to me. "Darlin,this evening doesn’t have to end here. Can I come in for a night cap?”

Max has just invaded my personal space and his body is leaning into mine with his left hand on the side of the door. I’m sandwiched between him and the door wondering if I should let him come in ….the house and me tonight, but my better judgment takes control of the situation.

“No, I don’t think so. ” My mind totally surprises my body as the words fly out of my mouth quickly.

“Ok,maybe next time Liz Parker.”

What he does next catches me off quard. He asks if he could give me a good night kiss. Hey I’m not the polar icecap; I said yes. Just when I closed my eyes and puckered up for a killer kiss, Max shocks me by
placing a chasted kiss on my cheek.

I feel as if my mouth is wide open as he kisses me and moves away from me saying good night. Wow, maybe there is more to Max; time will tell!




*******

When I make it into the house and wrap my mind around the fact that Max Evans’ lips touched me I find myself heading to Tess’s room to see what she’s up to tonight. Oh God that was a bad idea.

I didn’t knock so her guest and her didn’t hear me as I opened the door. What I saw as I peered into the candle lit room was two naked bodies in the 69 position and thoroughly enjoying themselves by all the moaning and groaning going on.

Clearly too into what they were doing to notice me, I back out of room with the quickness wanting to kick myself for letting Max go home.
******
Maria doesn’t get home until after three AM from her date with Michael. Being the nosey person I am I make it my business to be awake when she gets home.

“Oh has someone been a bad girl tonight?” I ask anxiously waiting for the play by play on the evening’s activities.

“Who me,” Maria asks trying to be coy with me.

Of course I’m having none of that and go on to press the issue of her date.

“Spill Deluca!”

Maria laughs, takes a seat on the couch next to me and tells me about the Black Navigator the Rangers gave Michael as a signing bonus and how plush and messy his apartment was. Instantly I start shaking my head.

“That’s nice Maria but that’s not the details I was talking about and you know it. The four of us left the restaurant at ten PM but you don’t get back here until after three AM. Come on now, did you do him or what?”

Maria replies mockingly, “Liz I’m offended that you would think that I would give myself to a guy I just met.”

“Oh so sorry hon, I should have know better than to think that.” I tell her with complete sincerity.

Maria comes back at me with, “I didn’t but I wanted to!”

I’m laughing as Maria turns to me asking, “So how did things go with Studly?”

“Of course he thought I was gonna invite him in and do him tonight.”

Not that doing Max Evans wasn’t on my mind, it just wasn’t the right thing to do at the time.

Maria laughs, “What else is new Liz. I get the feeling if you broke down his DNA to the least common denominator, you’d find sex spelled out in minuscule letters. He’s a suave dog but a dog none the less.”

“Don’t say that Maria, I believe that there’s more to him then just wanting and having sex.”

“Why,” Maria asks me candidly. “Is it because you want much more from him than that? I don’t know Liz; his reputation around campus is legendary. Maybe there is more to him but I think you’d have to dig pretty damn deep to find it, buthey keep hope alive chica.”

I go to bed with the words that Maria said blaring in my ears. I know Maria doesn’t want me to get ran over by the Max fuckmobile but something deep inside is telling me there is more to him.

TBC

[Roslover39]

I’m having a rare day of nothing, no homework; no place I have to be so I’m sprawled out on my bed when Isabel enters my bedroom.

“Hey Liz I got a charity fundraiser to go to and I know better than to ask any of my usual dates to go, they hate those functions. I was wondering if you would go with me. I think we could have a great time. Think of all the rich men we can flirt with.”

Now let me see, I was planning on cleaning my closet. Flirt with rich men or clean out a closet?

“Oh Isabel that sounds great, I’d love to go.”

Isabel gestures to my closest and I give her the go ahead to check out what I have.

Izzie turns, gives me a less than pleased look then goes on to give me party details.
“The affair is in two days and we need to get you a fabulous cocktail dress. I’d let you borrow one of mine but as you can see we have different body types.”

Yeah she has boobs and I don’t.

“So let’s go shopping today.”


I feel a migraine coming on as we head to Fifth Avenue in Izzie’s roadster. After she parks the car in a prime parking spot, we stroll the pedestrian laden sidewalk in search of the perfect dress.

Isabel stops abruptly at a shop where the most beautiful little black dress I’ve ever seen is hanging on a mannequin in the window.

“Let’s go inside,” Isabel utters while grabbing my arm.

Now I know I’m in trouble because this store has an espresso machine and a champagne bucket with a full bottle on a petite cherry wood table.

While I’m wondering why I haven’t ran out and headed home yet, Isabel sashays up to the mannequin perched in the window.

She takes a quick gander at the price tag and doesn’t blink an eye at the cost. I walk over to her inquiring how much the dress costs. Isabel answers my question with a question.

“Do you like it?”

I tell her it’s beautiful and I ask again how much. She goes into,

“Oh Liz it’s just your size and it’s perfect for a society party.”

I grabbed her arm and asked her for the last time how much it was. The answer almost made me physically ill.

The tag I’m holding had the numbers $650.00 on it. Now is the time to set her straight on what I’m trying to accomplish here.

“Iz, I know I’m going to a society party but I just can’t afford that dress.”

In a flash she opened her Louis Vuitton pocket book, pulled out the billfold and proceeded to tell me she’d be happy to pay for the dress.

Gently I push the billfold back to her while promptly informing her that I couldn’t…wouldn’t accept it. She’s not happy that I turned down her gracious gesture but she understands my position.

Being sensible, I got the idea to head to the nearest designer outlet mall where we found the exact dress for $65.00 that was $650.00 at the designer boutique. I bought the dress and also picked up some fabulous shoes.

*****

The evening of the society shindig arrives and Izzie lets me borrow her four-carat diamond earrings as a way of making sure I wouldn’t back out of the gala event at the Waldorf Astoria.

When we get there the entrance is abuzz with photographers and reporters, and I smile and wave like I’m somebody.

As we make our way into the grand ballroom, the first person I notice is Max Evans shaking his ass to some up tempo music with a busty blonde on the dance floor.

The sight literally stops me cold in my tracks; it is then that I realize the fix I was in.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

“ IZZIE?”

She tries to hide her grin while pleading her case.

“I had to get you two in the right environment for my scheme to work.”

Scheme eh?

So I make it my business to inform her that her plan is doomed to fail.

“Look Iz, I think I should tell you…………….”

That is until Sir fucksalot interrupts me.
“Hey Iz, I see you’ve brought your friend with you. Nice to see you Liz as always.”

Oh good Lord, is this man everywhere like God?


He’s leering at me as I’m trying to remember to breathe. Izzie on the other hand couldn’t be happier.

“Max, we’ve got to stop running into each other like this,”
I tell him meaning every word I say. These random meetings aren't good for my heart. I'm too young for a coronary.

Max smiles and takes my hand. He goes to kiss it making me want to shriek, you just don’t know when to quit man!

Just when I thought his lips on my hand was going to do me in; Max asks me to dance.

“I’m not through with you Izzie!” I shout over my shoulder as Max leads me to the dance floor.

Isabel is so pleased with herself that she almost skips to the buffet table after giving Max and I a final once over. Damn, be careful what you ask for, your ass just might get it in spades!


The band is playing “Lady In Red” by Chris DeBerg. It is then I see the busty blonde he was dancing with earlier with her mouth wide open as she watches Max take me into his arms.

“Tell me Max, why is it every time we meet up you’re taking me totally by surprise?”

Something sounding vaguely like a snicker comes out of his mouth as he replies to my question.
“ Liz, I gotta find some way to spend some quality time with you.”

*Cough*bullshit*cough*

“Yes, and I know what kind of quality time you’re referring to. You want to get me horizontal,” I utter hoping not to choke on my words. Lord knows I want him as much as I think he wants me.

“Okay Liz, I’ve made no secret of the fact that I want you, but I have to keep my options open. I don’t want to get tied down with anyone at this stage of my life.”

DAMN! We ask for men to be open and honest. I got that right between the eyes.

That hit me like a ton of bricks. He wants to have sex with me and that’s all I can expect from him at this point. What do I do, do I tell him to go to hell or do I give in to what I’ve wanted to do since the first time I’ve laid eyes on him?


We’re moving on the dance floor and his hands are getting a bit too familiar with my ass. Then he dips me while placing a soft kiss on my neck. Ok, now my panties are moist.

Just when I‘m about to thank him for the dance and leave the party before turning into a pumpkin, he tilts up my chin and kisses me. Oh shit did my panties just melt away? Then he escorts me from the dance floor.
I ask where we’re going and he says, “Somewhere to do what we really wanna do.”


We stop at a bank of elevators so shiny that I can see Max and I in them. He’s holding on to me from behind placing kisses all over my neck.

The doors open and he softly scoots me into the elevator. When the doors close he pushes a button and the elevator stops. I look at Max then the back at the elevator which is totally transparent and I wonder what is scaring me more my acrophobia or being trapped in an elevator with my fantasy man.

Max steps into my personal space, kissing me while thrusting his manliness into my right thigh. His hands make their way back to my ass. the more he squeezes me the more I can feel him on my thigh.

He’s more than ready for the main event as he shoves his velvety tongue down my throat.

He backs me up into the elevator wall as one hand travels from my ass down to the back of my leg, the leg that his hardness is thrusting against.

He runs his hand a little further down then up my dress where his hand makes contact with my black silky thong. It is then that I try thinking my way out of this situation.

Don’t get me wrong I want this man so bad that I ache for him inside of me but not this way. We know nothing about each other.

I stop the kiss and try reasoning with him before we get to the point of no return.
“Max, I…I don’t think we should be…”

He stops me mid sentence by placing a tapered finger on my lips as he purrs in my ear,
“Liz baby don’t think…. feel!”


He kneels down in front of me; his beautiful hazel eyes never leave mine until his head goes under my dress. I almost hyperventilate as I inch my dress up to get a good look at what he attempts to do down there.

No man has ever been down there besides my primary care doctor. As Max goes for my thong, I stop him,

“Alright Max you’ve worn me down; you win. Just let me take off my thong while you take off your pants. We can start our little party right here right now!”

Max grins like a Cheshire cat as he takes his pants off. He throws them my way as he moves towards me. He's invading my personal space when I inch over to where he threw his pants.

“Hey baby where you going,” he asks totally clueless to what’s about to happen to him.

"Feel this you Ass!"


SLAP!!!!

I grab Max’s tuxedo pants;presses the button to open the elevator and run out like a bat out of hell.


“Shit Liz, come back with my pants damn it! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

As a reply to him I sing, “For all the girls you’ve screwed before!”


I didn’t waste any time looking back but I could tell by the collective gasps I heard that Max had become the spectacle of the shindig.

Trying not to laugh so hard that I lose my breath, I make it out to the sidewalk to hail a cab. The thought of those people oggling big daddy Max without his pants made me almost run to the now waiting cab with his pants still in my hand.

Promptly I throw the pants onto the sidewalk while glancing at the front entrance one last time before getting into the cab.

Just as the cab pulls off, something tells me to look back. It is then I find Max in front of the hotel making the paparazzi very happy taking his picture. But wait it gets better.

It’s bad enough that Max finds a skid row bum modeling his pants for the cameras. But then while he’s trying to figure out how he chould head to his car and get the hell out of dodge, a gust of wind blows. Max’s tuxedo shirt flies up revealing his lack of underwear and his still raging hard on for the photographers to capture and all the world to see.


Totally mortified, Max faints dead away as the busty blonde catches up with him. She pats his face trying to bring him around but to no avail.

******


When I make it to the house, nobody else is there. That’s too bad; but my little adventure will keep until they get home. Man I wonder if Izzie is mad at me for the embarrassment I caused her cousin?

When I get to my bedroom, instantly I notice my laptop on the bed and the article that my advisor assigned to me on balancing your academic and social life.

I wonder why in the world my advisor would assign that to me? I have my academic life under control. I’ve never received anything less than a B since I started school; it’s my social life that sucks the big wiennie.

As a way of clearing my mind before bed, I’ve made a habit of jotting down the day’s happenings in my laptop journal. Tonight will be no exception.

I left a boyfriend in Roswell and before I could get into the NY dating scene I laid eyes on Studly and from then on never gave the guys that would ask me out a chance.

I know that there’s nothing about me that he could have became serious about but I couldn’t shake the feelings I had for him.

I’m sure my actions tonight will make him the laughing stock of high society and the NYU campus and I feel terrible about that but that's his fault.

If he bothered to treat me like a lady and not a vagina with legs, things would have turned out so much better tonight…………


I concluded recording what happened word for word while thinking that I saved that and all my Studly entries for no one to lay eyes on but me.

OH MY GOD!!!!!

To my horror I find that instead of saving it, I emailed it to my campus newspaper advisor instead of the article I was supposed to send. He’s going to know I sent it because it has my email address attached to it. Damn my life just went from the frying pan into the fucking fire!


TBC

[Roslover39]

Michael and Maria have been seeing each other almost every day for the past month. Maria has been so happy and I’m happy for her.

The thought never occurred to Maria that one day she would be dating the star rookie of the New York Rangers but then I never thought I’d have a showdown with Max Evans. So it seems all things are possible in New York.

Michael called Maria to invite her to skate at the stadium with him. I wave at her as Michael holds open the passenger door of his black Navigator for her. When they get to the stadium the first thing Maria notices is how quiet it is as they walk inside.

“Michael where is everybody,” she asks as she takes her skates off of her right shoulder and has a seat where the players sit at every game. Michael just laced up his skates; now he’s ready to take a turn on the ice.

“I wanted to go skating with you alone so I got permission to do just that. Come on get your skates on and lets do this.” Michael smiles at Maria before taking to the ice.

Maria finally makes it on the ice wearing indigo jeans, with a red sweater peeking under a blue hoodie. Michael takes a good look at her and smirks with glee at how good she looks.

She’s looking so good to him that little Michael informs him that he is ready for action. Feeling that familiar tingle that goes along with the right leg of his jeans getting instantly too tight, Michael skates behind Maria and introduces little Michael to Maria’s ass. Of course Maria is pleased to make its acquaintance.

“Oh Michael is that a riffle in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?
He’s trailing kisses down Maria’s neck as he replies to her sexily.

“Oh baby I’m always glad to see you, only more so at this very moment.”

Maria turns to face him and they attack each other’s mouths with a kiss that is a build up to better things. Michael can tell that Maria is as ready as he is by the way she stuck her right leg between his legs and how her fingers are grabbing his ass.

She can feel his erection throbbing through his pants. Michael runs his fingers through her hair, takes her hand,and heads to where they left their shoes and stuff.

Quickly they take off the skates, and put back on their shoes. Hand in hand they go to the team locker room. Michael leads them to the Jacuzzi.

Quickly he turns on the jets then grabs Maria gently but passionately kissing her again.

“Michael are we going to do it here?”

“Oh baby I just want you right now, please don’t say no.”

After a few more minutes of deep kissing Maria is ready to throw caution to the wind.

She breaks the kiss and exclaims, “Oh what the hell, I’ve never done it in a Jacuzzi before, take me now!”

Michael undressed and made it into the Jacuzzi first. He’s watching Maria undress in front of him for the first time. Her nakedness is making his erection rock hard as he waits anxiously for her to join him in the tub. Maria makes her way into the water and laughs as she observes his bobbing cock. .

“Oh Michael is that for me?”

“Nobody else baby, come on in the water’s fine.”

Maria makes it into the tub and reaches Michael. Her heat makes contact with his throbbing shaft and the fun begins.

****




Maria and Michael regain consciousness from the powerful climax they shared for the first time together. She is the first to catch her breath enough to comment on the experience.

“Now that’s what I call the big O! That was delicious Michael, can we do it again?”

“Definitely, but let’s take a shower, get dressed and take this party to my place. We don’t want to get caught here this way.”

Maria kisses Michael, rises up off him and heads to the adjacent shower stalls. Michael’s left foot loses contact with the Jacuzzi floor as he attempts climb out.

He falls back into the tub on his ankle. Maria hears a hard thud and cries of unbearable pain as she rushes back to the tub.

“Oh no Michael, are you alright?”

“No, I think it’s my ankle.”

“Can you get up,” Maria asks afraid of how bad he might be injured.

“I’m gonna need help getting out of here.”

Maria takes Michael’s left arm and places it around her shoulder in an effort to brace him enough to get him out of the Jacuzzi.

She helps him sit on the side of the tub while she dries him and then herself off with the towels she found in the shower room.


Maria wonders how he’s going to explain how he got hurt.

“Your coach is going ask how you did this, what are you going say?”

“I had permission to be here after hours, so I’m gonna tell him I fell and hit my ankle on the ice. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna tell him or anyone else I got hurt in the Jacuzzi here after giving my girlfriend the high hard one.”

“Right that’s definitely a no no.”

If the situation weren’t so serious I think Maria would have laughed at the high hard one remark. Anyway, after gathering their scattered clothes from the floor, Maria helps Michael dress.

After she’s dressed, Maria helps Michael hobble to his Navigator and she drives them to the hospital.

*******
After realizing that I sent my private journal to my advisor instead of the article he assigned for me, reluctantly I head to the campus newspaper expecting him to ask me why I emailed literary gibberish to him.

It surprised me when he did just the opposite and welcomed me into his office with a smile. As I take a seat my advisor holds up a copy of my journal entries featuring Studly Max. He goes on to call it a work of genius and asks me why I hadn’t sent him anything like that before.

I go on to lie my ass off by stating that sending the journal entries were no mistake and that I wanted to start a column on life, love, and prominent NYU students but felt he wouldn’t go along with my plan.

My advisor went on to tell me that indeed he wanted me to do a column and to take it one step further, he wanted me to check out the various campus social activities.

It seems that my advisor thought a lot about this column because he already has a victim …person… in mind for my first interview, fraternity king Kyle Valenti.

The day of the interview arrives and I’m not prepared. I couldn’t think of one thing to ask him for the article so deductive reasoning takes over.

I’ve heard rumors that he’s a major player when it comes to dating and women not unlike someone else I know so I figured I would conduct the interview with Kyle as if I were interviewing Max.

To make sure the interview went on without a hitch, my advisor contacted Kyle to set up the interview. I make it to the newspaper fifteen minutes early to arrange my thoughts when Kyle strolls in five minutes after me.

I guess the thought of someone wanting to know everything about you and then present it in an entertaining way would have anyone heading for the interview early.

Kyle struts over to a female student to asking for me. He’s pointed over to my advisor’s office where I’m waiting for him. When he enters the office I thank him for consenting to do the interview as I gesture for him to have a seat.

I’m anxious to get this show on the road so I don’t hesitate to start the line of questioning., “May we begin?”

“Sure, fire away.” Kyle peers at me with confidence as the questioning begins.

“Kyle do you have a girlfriend?”

“Not at this time.”

“Do you date a lot?

“Where is your favorite place to take a date?”

“When it comes to women, do you have a particular type?”



Instantly Kyle is annoyed by the line of my questioning.
“Hey why aren’t you asking me about my major and my volunteer activities?"

I inform him that his major and volunteer activities could be obtained by looking in a yearbook and that I wanted to dig deeper and find out what made him tick as a man.

The rest of the interview goes on without a hitch and turn in the article two days later to my advisor.

What that man goes to tell me shocks and surprises me. He tells me that the article was just what he wanted and that they will continue with the next victim he contacted in advance without my knowledge.

The next person to be interviewed will be Max Evans. More and more it seems like I’m gravitating into that man’s atmosphere without even trying. I feel I’m the fly to his spider.



As Maria and Michael head to the hospital, Isabel and Alex meet at the house for their usual rendezvous. Isabel knew that Tess and I were going to spend the day at the mall and Maria would be spending the day with Michael.

Bringing Alex to the house on a Saturday is a rare and perilous undertaking because unlike the boring consistency of having Maria, Tess and I in classes Monday thru Friday, we could come in and out of the house at will on the weekends.

Anyway, they rush inside the house as they remove their clothes. The assorted garments are strewn all over the floor like a trail leading to Isabel’s bedroom.

They enter the room and get down to business. After their shared bliss culminates in mutual climaxes and they spend time enjoying the afterglow together, Alex decides to head to the kitchen for something to drink.

Figuring that he and Isabel will be alone for some time, he heads there with no thought of covering his nakedness.

Murphy’s law states that what ever can go wrong will go wrong, and it does just as soon as he pokes his head into the fridge to get a beer.

Alex hears the front door open and panics. He closes the fridge door that was covering his naked body and that is the way we find him as we enter the house.

I scream grabbing the container of pepper spray that I keep in my purse. I’m ready to spray him if he comes near us as I tell Tess to call the police.

“Oh ladies please, I mean you no harm.” Alex tries to reassure us that he’s no threat to us.

“Why are you here, and more importantly why are you here naked,” I ask feeling very brave. I figure as long as his hands are covering his twig and berries, there’s no way he could reach for something to hurt us with.

Tess being Tess, she just stares at Alex has he covers his private parts. Just as I was feeling brave enough to walk slowly up to question the man with spray in hand, he hollers for Isabel.

In a flash, she rushes out of her bedroom with her robe on. It is then that we put two and two together.

Tess looks at me and I look at her as the guy grabs Izzie. He stands behind her to cover himself.

Tess saunters up to them with a Cheshire cat like grin on her face and asks, “Too dignified for a motel eh?”

“Can we talk about this later, he has to get dressed. The show is over Tess.”
Isabel exclaims in an effort to end her embarrassment.

I don’t know what bothers Isabel more, being caught at the house with a man she doesn’t want us to know she’s seeing or Tess finding her out.

Tess adds insult to injury by asking the guy his name. Just as he was about to introduce himself , Isabel lets us know that she doesn’t want him to do that.

“Tess there is no need for the pleasantries. Alex, why don’t you take a quick shower so I can drive you back to the dorm.”

Alex peers at Isabel as if she slapped him across the face.

“No thanks Isabel, I don’t want to be here with you one second longer! You’ve shown me much disrespect today. You’ve shown me that you feel I’m not good enough to meet your friends. You’ve made me feel dirtier than I could ever get. ” He picks his clothes off the floor, dresses quickly and leaves the house slamming the door behind him.

Tess hollers over her shoulder on her way to her bedroom with her shopping bags.
“Izzie, if your ex play thing damaged the stained glass inlay in that door, the repairs are coming out of your well-to-do little pockets!”

Isabel looks at me but says nothing as she goes back to her room looking as if she just lost her best friend, but then she did the damage.

You know, I’ve often wondered if Isabel had some kind of a kinky side to her. I think deep inside she wanted the thrill of getting caught, but not of having to come clean about Alex and introduce him.

No, I think that Isabel continued to have sex here to eventually get caught for the sexual rush of it. Now that I think of it, I think that Isabel and Tess are just two sides of the same coin.


Oh and let me fill you in on what’s happened to Max since I ran off with his pants that night. The candid picture of his pecker became so popular on the Internet, that it bumped Britney Spears down to the number two spot for most downloaded.

To add to his ego, the site posted a poll; it was voted most photogenic. When he started getting calls from unidentified girls asking for some up close and personal time; Max saw the added attention as a boon to his Casanova on campus rep…at first.

Then Heckle and Jeckle started in on him. Maria and Tess had axes to grind but for very different reasons.

Maria wanted to poke fun at Max because she saw him as the dog that got his day.

Tess on the other hand wanted to pick at him because she’s been holding a grudge. He didn’t take her up on her offer for sex after Michael’s first game as a Ranger.
Turn down Tess’ passion pit and you’ll suffer her wrath.

Maria starts in on Max first.
“You know, I’ve never liked your ass man. I’m glad that my girl was able to get you for all girls you’ve done the same thing to. At least she got away from you unscathed.”

“What the hell are you talking about Maria?”

In tag team fashion, Tess gleefully adds her two cents.
“Believe it or not, there are some girls who aren’t as sophisticated as me doll. There are those who actually choose to wait for Prince Charming to come along…you know bullshit like that.”

“And you said that to say what Tess?”

Tess places her hands on her hips as she smirks at Max.
“If you’re got hunting in mind, know your prey. While she figured you out, you had no idea where she was coming from.”

Maria and Tess give each other high fives and walk off laughing. They left Max staring at them totally puzzled by the cryptic message they gave about me. Although I don’t want to, I’ve got to agree with what Tess said.

If Max truly knew women, he would have picked up on the subtle signals I was sending alluding to my inexperience. But that’s just it; men don’t have to understand us to want us. I think they prefer not trying to figure us out because then they would have to treat us as people and not sex toys.

Totally fed up, Max heads to Michael’s house. Michael opens the door and finds Max wearing a blue do rag and dark shades.

“Yes?” Michael has no idea who it is.

Max lowers his shades revealing those golden eyes.
It’s me Max.”

“Dude what’s with the disguise,” Michael asks trying desperately not to laugh while anxiously awaiting the answer. He knows from Max’s outfit that it’s going to be a lou-lou.

Max walks into the perpetually messy house looking for a clean place to take a seat. Michael grabs his boxers from the chair that Max picked and flings them on a nearby couch.

Max looks at the cluttered living room shaking his head as he takes a seat.

“Hey man, how can you think in here?”

Michael shrugs his shoulders as he moves his boxers over and takes a seat on the couch opposite Max.


Thanks to Liz Parker, I got faggots wanting me to showcase my Johnson on live web casts. Speaking of pesky people, will you please get your girl to stop harassing me?

She’s either saying or doing something to piss me off every time I see her. Enough is enough; I get the message about her girl.”

Michael leans into Max,
“Right, I’ll talk to Maria. She told me what Liz did to you, that’s fucked up man. What did you do to make her do what she did?”

Max ponders the thought before he answers Michael.
“I was just doing the old seduction thing. It’s worked all the other times I’ve used it.”

“Right but were any of the other girls you seduced idealistic virgins? Oh shit, Maria is gonna skin me alive!”

“Virgin?!” A light goes off in Max’s mind and suddenly he realizes why although I seemed to like him, I didn’t succumb to any of his advances.”



After it seemed the brouhaha refused to die, Max started thinking about how the experience left him feeling like a piece of meat. He couldn’t get over how cold and unfeeling the people who approached him were.

It was then that I found him wandering the campus quad sporting his disguise of choice. Instantly my heart caught in my throat as I thought of my actions being the reason for his need to travel around town incognito.

I know it’s him, because he’s got the best ass and strut on campus! Against my better judgment, I catch up to him to get some things off my chest once and for all.
I knew I wouldn’t be receiving a warm welcome, to say the least.

Max is scowling at me as if I've got a bad case of body odor.
“Well if it isn’t Liz Parker, pants pilferer. I was wondering if I should sign the pants I’m wearing so you can take them and sell them on Ebay?”


“Ok, I deserve that but that whole elevator scenario was wrong as well. I will admit that maybe I did go to far though.”

Of course Max is not amused by my admission.
“Now isn’t that nice. Thanks to you, I’ve got girls who won’t tell me who they are calling and asking me to do kinky stuff I’ve never even thought of before to them.

To add insult to injury I’ve got a gay stalker! He asked me to do a live webcast for him and his friends, and that fucker was big! Why else would I look like I joined a rap group?”


“Max, all I wanted to do is stop you from making me just another notch on your belt but somehow the night’s events took on a life of its own. I’m really sorry for ditching your pants on the sidewalk for a bum to get and photographers to witness.”

Max peers at Liz with eyes full of sincerity.
“Damn, I really didn’t think I was doing anything wrong that night. I thought women wanted sex to be spontaneous and exciting. You’re the first girl to show me you didn’t appreciate my approach.

You know I was mad as hell at you for everything that happened. I even plotted your very painful demise in my sleep. But as I thought about it, I realized that I set the ball in motion for what happened that night. I’ve been nothing but a human clique uttering double entendres since the day I met you, why would you find that appealing?”

Suddenly I get the notion to express how I really feel to Max.
“I think it’s safe to say that we both went too far that night.

Although I’m sorry for your embarrassment, I’m not sorry for stopping your advances. Call me a wide-eyed optimist, but I see sex as more than just a game to see who gives in to whom. I see it as a union of minds, bodies and souls.”

Max searches my eyes as he speaks.
“Yes I think I get that now. I was so into what I wanted that I never considered you, your values or your ideas on sex.

I hope it’s not too late for me to really get to know you better. Liz, why didn’t you tell me you’re a virgin?”

Max’s question startled me. I ponder the answer for a minute to get just the right words to answer him.
“Because, that’s something that comes up in conversation when two people are trying to get to know each other. If you’re honest with yourself and me, you’ll admit that you weren’t trying to get to know me.

You just wanted to do me. You had the shoot now; ask questions later style of seduction, and I couldn’t let you succeed.”

There’s a long silence, then Max replies to what I’ve said.
Well I guess we both have a lot to learn about one another if we’re going to become more than just passing acquaintances. I’d like to try, how about you Liz?”

He offers me his hand for a handshake.
“Max Evans; pleased to meet you.”

“Liz Parker, like wise.”
I shake his hand feeling like Max Evans saw ME ….for the first time.


TBC

[Roslover39]

Maria gets Michael to the hospital and calls me as soon as he is seen in the triage unit of the emergency room.

“Maria what’s wrong?” Maria always babbles at break neck speed when under pressure. I have no clue what could be wrong but I know it’s serious.

“Liz, I’m at the emergency room, Michael hurt himself at the stadium.”

I know that they went skating, so I figured that he hurt or broke something. I wasn’t prepared for the cause of the injury though. Maria isn’t comfortable discussing what happened in polite company so she moves over to a vacant spot to tell me everything in complete privacy.

“Liz what can I say, Michael and I got horny on the ice. It was his hair-brained scheme to go to the locker room and do it in the Jacuzzi. Anyway, everything was ok until he attempted to get up and out of the tub when he slipped and fell back.

I mean I felt bad enough about being in the locker room much less about having sex there. Having to practically dress him and haul ass here was not the experience I was looking for. I know he’s in pain but I must tell ya that I didn’t find his whining attractive in the least.”

“Maria you’re just too hard on men hon. If we cut them, do they not bleed? You’re supposed to go into Florence Nightingale mode now that your man is in a bad way.”

Maria being Maria, she took the whole Nightingale comment literally and added a sexy twist to it.

Being that Michael is the Ranger’s star rookie and he has five year, 10 million dollar contract, the doctor in charge felt it best to keep him in the hospital overnight for observation. Maria came home after they placed Michael in his room and sedated him.


She went to Tess for info on where to get a naughty nurse outfit. Why didn’t I think that Tess would actually own one? It should be no surprise that she likes to role-play with her paramours.

She highly recommended the sexy nurse outfit as the costume that has her men standing at attention the fastest of all her naughty costumes.

She added that the French nurse was another winner if Maria wanted to spice things up in the future.

Maria snuck into the hospital to see Michael after visiting hours wearing a tan trench coat. When she got to the room, he was groggy and barely awake.

Maria woke him up in more ways then one when she faced him and threw off the trench coat to reveal the rubbery white outfit that hugged every curve. The sight of Maria dressed so provocatively was a tonic for Michael.

“Damn babe, you look good enough to eat.” He gestures for her to come and sit on his hospital bed.

“ I’m here, your very own Florence Nightingale. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better fluff your pillows?”

Michael can’t keep his hands from roaming over the rubber that’s keeping him from the sexy body underneath.

“Baby my pillow is already fluffed if you know what I mean.” Michael reaches out for Maria’s hand and lets her feel it.

“Oh, you are glad to see me, aren’t you?” Maria smiles, ready for whatever her patient might desire.

Michael replies, “Let me show you just how much, go lock the door.”

Maria locks the door and takes off her costume slowly and seductively as Michael’s boxers hit the floor. She climbs on the bed and then on top of him and the bedside manor begins. Whoever figured bedside manner was just for doctors was clearly mistaken.
****


The four of us are having lunch in the cafeteria when Isabel’s ex-tutor Alex walks in. As they notice each other, the pleasant expression on his face quickly changes into a look of hurt as he walks out of Isabel’s view.

She tries not to show how much his gesture hurt her but all at the table are aware of how much she regrets hurting him at the house the day Tess and I caught them together. . Maria breaks the silence with a pointed question.

“Isabel, sorry to ask this but I just have to. How can you sleep with a guy you have no intention of introducing to friends and family and then get upset when it dawns on you that he’s hurt because of your actions?”


Isabel puts her head down in shame from the comment as she tries to come up with a way to convey everything she’s feeling and why she did what she did.

“For the life of me, I had no intention of doing anything but getting tutored by Alex but as we spent time together in the computer lab I found him to be smart and charming with a great sense of humor.

After a while I started feeling something for him and I hoped that those feelings would override my dread of possibly getting serious with a man that had no money.

Obviously it didn’t and I was left with how to continue seeing a man I didn’t want to introduce to anyone.”

Tess shakes her head and tells Isabel exactly how she felt about what happened with Alex.

“Lord knows I’m not trying to hurt your feelings Iz, but I could never see myself hurting a man that way. Sure you think I’m a big slut and that I have no morals but I can tell you this, I’ve never had a man in my life that didn’t know exactly where he stood with me.

In the end it was up to them to decide whether they wanted to be with me or not. What you did was wrong Iz, you led that poor guy on and that’s something I would never do.”
Tess excuses herself from the table and walks out of the cafeteria.

What Tess said had Isabel on the brink of tears. Maria and I try or best to make her feel better, if that’s at all possible.

Gently, I attempt to make Isabel feel better.

“Look Iz, instead of concentrating on what Tess said why don’t you try to rectify the problem with Alex. You could start by apologizing to him, but that’s only if you really want him in your life.”
Maria nods her head in agreement.


Isabel takes her head out of her hands to answer the question.
“I have no idea but I have to try and work things out with him.”

The three of us try to continue having lunch while Isabel wonders if she’ll ever get the chance to tell Alex how very sorry she is about the things she said to him.

The most overwhelming thing going through Isabel’s mind, although she never mentioned it was if she gets the chance, will he give a damn?
****

Michael was released from the hospital and told he would be unable to play hockey for a week and a half. Worried that he would go stir crazy, Maria decided to go to his house daily after classes to check on him.

Max visited Michael one day and was surprised to find Maria with a laundry basket filled with Michael’s dirty clothes when she answered the door. Oh Michael had that talk with Maria and she promised to be nicer to Max.

Max come on in, Michael is in the kitchen eating.”

“Thanks Maria, so what do we have there,” peering at the clothes she put on the floor near the door.

“Oh, I wanted to make sure that he has clean clothes. It has nothing to do with the fact that he’s injured, I’d wonder if he had clean clothes if he never got hurt.

Max chuckles as he nods in agreement.

“Thank God for dry cleaners I always say.”

MEN, Maria thinks to herself as she gestures Max to the kitchen and makes her way very uncharacteristically to Michael’s washing machine. It seems our Maria has forced her feminist values to the back of her mind in favor of looking after her man.

Max enters the kitchen to find Michael picking at what looks to be underdone scrambled eggs and burnt toast.

“Hey Mike how you doing?”

Michael leans forward to give Max the low down.
“I’m fine as long as I don’t let on to Maria that her cooking stinks. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate her coming over to look after me but she can’t cook man.

I get the feeling she’d burn water. But what I find really amazing about her is that although she makes eggs and toast like this, she can make the perfect double chocolate cake from scratch.”

Max laughs at the remark and asks, “You sure she didn’t buy the cake or get someone to make it for her?”

“Oh no Max, it was one of her roommate’s birthdays and she sent me to the store with a grocery list. Not only that, I sat in the kitchen at her house and watched her use every product I bought as she put the cake together and baked it in the oven.

Max feels the urge to share a little trivia with Michael.
“Well wonders never cease. Hey you know I heard that if sugar was discovered in the twentieth century; it would be banned as a controlled substance. Maybe chocolate should be added to the list as well. You know how much women love the stuff.”

Michael nods his head guffawing at Max’s comment.

After a while Maria enters the kitchen to find Michael and Max at the table chatting with their legs crossed like two hens. She finds herself unable to prevent herself from laughing at them. Michael is the first to take offense to her amusement.

“Hey what’s so funny?”

She takes a seat to explain the reason for her outburst to him and Max in full feminist mode.

“Ok you asked for this so I’m going to tell you. Men always talk about how they don’t talk and how they don’t have to express feelings like women. When I saw you and Max in full chatter mode I just laughed at how comfortable you two seemed yakking it up.”

Seeming visibly offended Michael had one for her.

“Well Maria you did something that surprised me. You claim to be such a big feminist; you looked just like Suzy homemaker carrying my dirty clothes to the washer. I wonder what your feminist friends would say about that!”

Maria places her hands on her hips and answers Michael.
“My feminist friends would say I was crazy to think that a man would appreciate what I do.”

The argument escalated to the point that Max felt it important to point out the feelings that Michael and Maria share are far more important than conventional thought on male/female relations in the twenty-first century. Wow, now when did he become an expert on interpersonal relationships?

“Guys, look there should be nothing more important than the way you two feel about each other….”

Both Michael and Maria folded their arms over their chests and peered strangely at Max and then each other as he went on.

While Max tried convincing the couple of what should be important to them, Michael took one look at Maria’s face flushed with excitement.

They both realized that the argument did nothing but excite them and silently they decided that Max’s presence was no longer wanted and kicked him out of the condominium.

Michael rises from the kitchen table while gesturing for Max to do the same.

“Max, I appreciate your coming by and all but Maria and I have definite opinions about things.”

Maria chimes in as Michael escorts Max to the door quickly.
“We disagree on many things but that’s just the way we are. We’ll have to find a better way to agree to disagree.”

Maria flew into Michael’s arms as soon as he let Max out and closed the door. Soon they made their way upstairs to have sex.

Max left the house confused about what happened and how he suddenly found himself ushered out of the house at almost lightning speed.

What he didn’t know was that although the argument seemed serious, it was nothing more than foreplay for Michael and Maria.
****



When the shit hit the fan last week, Max went underground even with his family. Isabel and his mother called frantically needing to know what caused what happened but he refused to speak to anyone. He had hell to pay when Isabel finally caught up to him.

She ran into him at the gym they both belong. The first thing she did was smack him upside his head while telling him what she had to endure because of him.

“Maxwell Philip Evans, where the hell have you been?”

“Iz, what? I…”

Izzie totally cuts him off, takes a seat by the pectoral machine he’s using and recounts her suffering at his mother’s hands. Max stops his workout aware that her blow-by-blow will take some time.

“Your mother has been getting calls from the relatives asking if that was really you in the tabloids. She’s been frantically calling your house to ream your ass; since she couldn’t find you she chose me to be the whipping boy.

Just to let you know, your mother is going around telling folks you did what you did because you were on medication that had hallucinogenic side effects.

Suddenly Izzie goes silent leaving Max to just stare at her wondering if she’s just catching a breath for part two of her rant.

“But you know, I can’t even be angry with you, I’m just disappointed. You’ve gotten yourself into some fixes before but by far this one takes the cake. I’ve always told you that karma was gonna catch up to you sooner or later.”

Max wipes the sweat from his brow wondering if he’ll be in the mood to continue his workout once Izzie is finished with him.
“Yeah, Karma is a bitch! We’ve become well acquainted these last few days.”

KARMA! The word is whirling around in Izzie’s head and it’s making her almost nauseous as she nods her head in agreement to what Max said. She did a terrible thing to Alex and she’s wondering how the cosmos will settle the score with her.
****

Ok, my advisor wanted to jump on the kick Max when he’s down bandwagon so he gave me a deadline for the interview he arranged for me to do before the snafu at the soiree.

Thinking that Max would rather crawl under a rock than be interviewed, I was very surprised when I was told the interview was still on.

Mr. Faraday handed me a scrap of paper and told me that Max was waiting for a call for conformation on a time and place.

I called and we decided to meet at the campus coffee shop for the interview. BAD IDEA!

From the time we entered the coffee shop, all eyes were on us, or should I say Max.

The guys there gave him sneers as if to say, you’ve got nothing on us dude ! While the girls kept their eyes focused on Max’s crotch is if they were trying to see if this now famous penis would come out from hiding and say hello just for them.

I started to wonder if we could actually do the interview at the coffee shop or anywhere seeing that Max was visibly uncomfortable with the attention he was getting; but where could we go?

Max leans into me whispering, “I want to do this interview but I can’t take all the staring and ogling. I know there’s no way you would come to my place. Why don’t we do the interview at your house; I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”

I think about it for a long moment and decide that if I’m gonna get this interview done, the house would be the best place.

We arrive at the house and I gesture for Max to get comfortable. He takes a seat on the couch waiting for me to start the interview.

I sit next to him; looking into his eyes I don’t see that spark of audacity he had the day I met him. The eyes I’m peering into belong to a man world-weary from all the commotion that’s been swirling around him.

So I start the interview with the prepared questions not having read what they are.

“Ok Max, first question. What caused the fiasco that night?”

“What?” Max gives me a shocked look; I’m shocked myself.”

“Oh I’m sorry about that, I’ll go to the next question. Have you ever slept with someone famous like Paris Hilton?

OOPS!

After looking over all the questions, I realize the entire interview reads like tabloid filth. That’s not my style; I want to be the next Diane Sawyer not a female Jerry Springer.

“Oh no, I’m going to do this interview my way, the hell with Mr. Faraday. I’ll be right back Max.”

I promptly tear up the prepared questions and run to my room to get the notes I’ve wanted to ask Max since the first day I saw him on campus. Yes, I’m anal and yes I wrote them down.


I placed my tape recorder by Max, glanced at my notes for a second and started the interview:




How do you spend you weekends?
“I often play tennis with my mother on Sundays, then we go to brunch.

Currently I’m working on getting my pilot’s license. The pilot that shuttles my father on business trips is helping me. When I’m not doing that I like to hang out with friends or go to a Rangers game.”


What’s your major and why?
“I have a double major of Economics and Business Administration so I’ll be ready to take over my father’s corporation when the time comes.”


Do you have a favorite hang out or bar?
“For dancing I go to Club Hypnotic on the upper west side. For jazz I go to The Blue Note. If I just want to have a beer I’ll go to one of the off campus bars.”

Do you do the charity thing like Izzie?
“Believe it or not, I’ve been a member of Big Brothers/Big Sisters for three years. My parents believe that to those who much is given, much is required.

I usually don’t pay too much attention to most of what they say, but that statement hit home with me. I have two little brothers and I taught both of them to drive in my jaguar.”


Do you have a favorite drink?
“Yes, Corona mostly and pink champagne for special occasions.
Don’t the word pink throw you off, we both know my masculinity eclipses such connotations.”

Before today I would have taken offense by that statement but I know that Max is just trying to keep the mood light. I wrinkle my nose at him and continue the interview.


Where do you see yourself in five years?
“I see myself running my father’s corporation with a wife and child, maybe.”


What is your ideal spot for a date?
"It wouldn't matter where the date was as long as I had stimulating company with me.

Once I had a date and the girl wanted to go to the amusement park. I took her and we had a great time. The most fun I had was watching her enjoying herself.”

.
What is your favorite childhood memory?
“A cousin and I were at Chucky Cheese for a birthday when she discovered she was claustrophobic.

She got stuck in the tubes and started panicking. I had to go push her down the slide to get her out. I went in headfirst and came tumbling out the tube behind her.

I bumped into her at the end of the slide. Thinking of that always makes me laugh.”

Now you know I’m wondering if it was you know who?


If you could break one habit, what would it be?
“My mother and Izzie are always after me to quit smoking but I don’t think I do it enough to call it a habit. I only smoke when I’m stressed.”

Is there anything you don’t like about yourself?
"Well before last week, I would have said my ears. But now I would say I think I’m in the process of changing the way I view woman in general.”


This man never fails to amuse and surprise me.

What do you think is your most attractive feature?
"Honestly, I don’t think of stuff like that. Like you don’t pick your parents, you don’t choose what you look like.

I’m not gonna say that I haven’t used my physicality to its best advantage, I’m just saying I don’t waste time peering into mirrors lovingly."


I’m amazed at that statement. Somehow I could see Max in the mirror with a blow dryer just like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever admiring his magnificence while shaking his ass, but hey maybe I was wrong.

Favorite Movie?
" My favorite movie is Cat On A Hot Tin Roof. I think Paul Newman was and is an awesome actor. I thought Elizabeth Taylor was hot as hell in it.”

Oh yeah I love Paul Newman and Elizabeth Taylor!



What do you look for in the women you date?

"If you had asked me that question over a week ago, I would have said I prefer a playboy bunny with a low IQ. Now I guess just someone I can be with and talk to; someone who can understand and support me."

That question ends the interview; and what an interview it was.

“Wow Max, I must say that I’m very surprised by a lot of your answers.”

“Yeah I’m sure you viewed me as a rich himbo with nothing better to do than chase girls and get into trouble.”

Hey what can I say, if it walked like a duck and quacked like a duck…

“Max now why would you say that, you have no idea how I feel.”

“If that were true Liz, you wouldn’t have ran off with my pants that night.”


Oh he plunged the knife right into my heart with that comment.
“Ok, how long are you gonna hold that over my head? I brought you to the house and changed the interview in good faith, doesn’t that show that my opinion of you is changing?”

Max scratches his right earlobe, “Maybe, we’ll see. Time will definitely tell. All I can say to you is that I really want to get to know you better, as a person.”

“That would be nice, because I am someone worth knowing mister!”
I give him a little wink and a sly grin.

We both laughed at my comment and it broke the stress in the room for the rest of the evening.

“Ok Max that’s it for the interview, you can relax now. So what do you think?”

“I think you’re very good at what you do.”
For the first time this evening, a little of the Max Evans sparkle starts to show in his eyes. I must admit that I missed that.

Since we both had nothing else to do, the night was young and we had the house to ourselves, I decided to raid the fridge for goodies and put in a DVD.

Being with Max was so pleasant that I found myself glancing over at him several times to make myself realize that he was really there.

When the movie was over, he thanked me for a nice evening. I walked him to the door and so help me, I couldn’t help what I did.

Just as I opened the door to let him out, I called his name, got up on my tiptoes and pecked him on his cheek. He gave me a warm smile and bid me good night. I walked out the door to watch him get into his car and head off into the night.

It seems Max felt the same way; the kiss on the cheek affected him more than I thought it would because it stayed on his mind the rest of the evening.

Although I regret doing what I did to Max that night at the shindig, I must admit it seems that the situation resulted in a Max Evans I could see myself wanting to be with.

Not because of his beautiful exterior, but the promise of what I sense is waiting to be discovered on the inside.
****


I return home from a hectic class schedule and The girls are in the kitchen eating one of Isabel homemade gourmet meals as I enter and take a seat.


“I had no idea what to ask Kyle so I asked him every question I wanted to ask Max. You know the why do you date so many women stuff etc etc etc.”

“Really, what was his reply,” Tess asks enthusiastically."

“Actually Tess it wasn’t what he said but what he did as he answered the questions that shocked me. I swear, a grin appeared on his face at the same time as his hand met his crotch."

Kyle went on to talk about how fun it is to date all kinds of women like he was put on this earth to sexually service as many women as humanly possible.

He also made it clear to me that he was more than willing in addition to being skilled to do just that.
It was like my question aroused him and caused him to brag.

I thought I saw Tess’s mouth water as I spoke of Kyle touching himself in my presence, but then again I find how completely attuned she is to all things sexual very weird. Then Isabel adds her experiences of dating Kyle.

“Oh yeah I used to date him and let me tell you, he’s got nothing on his mind but sex. I can’t tell you how many times I had to pry his hands off of me. That annoyed me but noticing his hand constantly on his groin as if he’s calming it down really got on my nerves!

After our first date, I thought that maybe he was having an off night. I decided never to date him again after the second. That’s when I realized that his mind makes it's home totally in the gutter.

I’m sure there are girls that find the way he looks and acts very attractive but I just can’t stand a man that has no problem showing a girl he just wants sex.

I’m sure the only reason why he bothers to study and maintain good grades is because he can’t risk being kicked out the frat house. Being Frat king has made him a campus celebrity and gotten him a lot of women.”

I glace over at Tess and notice the things that upset Izzie about Kyle only seemed to get her juices flowing if you know what I mean.

It was then that I came to the conclusion that Tess possessed just enough estrogen to make her feminine along with too much testosterone to make her sex crazy.

I got the feeling that Mr. Valenti just made it to Tess’s to do list. I’d give just about anything to be a fly on the way when these two forces of nature meet and mate.


TBC

[Roslover39]

Michael's ankle mends and he returns to the Rangers lineup. He and Maria have been seeing each other exclusively and it seems to be getting serious. So serious that when Michael was required to go oversees to introduce the game of hockey as a gesture of American good will, he asked if he could bring her along.

Needless to say, both were upset when the coach told him no. Understanding just how disappointed Maria would be, Michael explained the situation very carefully as he tried to digest the dinner she prepared at his house.

“Maria the coach told me that this trip is strictly business; no wives or girlfriends allowed.

“Damn Michael I’ve never been out of this country before and I figured what better way to travel than for us to be together.” She shows her agitation by slamming her fork down on her plate.

He rubs on her leg as he tries to make amends.
“ I know baby, I thought we were gonna have a great time too. But the coach can’t even take his wife and he takes her everywhere we go.”

Maria gazes at Michael with sad eyes.
“You’re going to be gone for two weeks, I don’t know what I’m going to do without you."

Michael's hand moves from her thigh to her cheek. He strokes it lovingly while gazing into her beautiful green eyes.
“I’ll call, email and send you gifts. Just wait, the time will fly and we’ll be back together again.”

“You will,” Maria asks as she rises from her seat opposite Michael and lands in his lap.

“You know I will baby.” Michael rubs on Maria’s upper thigh while giving her a kiss that leads them to leave what’s left of their dinner. He carries her upstairs to his bedroom to have sex until they fall asleep from exhaustion.



Maria saw Michael off at the airport and I made it my business to keep her occupied when she didn’t have classes or homework.

The first few days went great. Then I got a shock in the form of a newspaper article mentioning the success of the good will trip with an accompanying picture of Michael hugged up with two gorgeous girls kissing his cheeks.

What am I going to do, keep the article to myself or show it to Maria in an effort to stay clear of her wrath?

All that I know is that there has to be a good reason for the picture, besides things aren’t always as they seem. At least I’m hoping that for Michael. It would be to his benefit if he called and let her know what happened before she finds out on her own.

If not, Maria will be unbearable around here. She’ll bite Michael’s head off like a black widow. I decided not to bring undo drama to the house so I kept the article away from her and urged Izzie and Tess to do the same.

BIG MISTAKE!

I leave the house and head to the library for a few hours, never thinking that Maria would ever use my laptop. I enter my room to find Maria sprawled on my bed crying her eyes out.

“What’s wrong hon.” As I talk to her I’m praying that it’s cramps or something like that, not that she found the picture of Michael and the girls.

“Look at this shit!" She pushes my laptop closer to me so I can see that after all my efforts, she still found out about the picture. Now what the hell do I do, if she finds out that I knew all along and said nothing she’s gonna wanna hurt me real bad.

Maria spends the rest of the evening in a fucked up mood as all in the house try to avoid her at all cost.

As luck would have it, her cell phone rings. It’s Michael trying to tell her why that picture happened. Rightfully he figured that it would be better to come clean about the picture before she found out for herself.

Unfortunately the die has been cast, Maria saw the pictures and she’s going to fuss, cuss and call that man everything but a child of God.

“Hey baby, I miss you so much. What did you do today?”

Maria is gritting her teeth as she answers him.
“Nothing much just surfed the net. Wanna take a wild guess what I fuck I found? Oh no, allow me to tell you what I found.

I found a particularly upsetting picture of your ass hugged up with two buxom blonde bitches as they kiss your cheeks. Tell me did they kiss your ass afterwards? Care to explain why I found you like that when you told me the trip was going to be strictly business?”

Michael realizing that his goose is cooked tries his best to do heavy-duty damage control and explain to Maria what really happened.
“Baby, I called to tell you everything. You’ve got to believe me when I tell you I had no intention of posing for that picture, but my coach thought it would be good public relations if I did.”

“I don’t believe you Michael! I hope those bitches fucked you real good because you're getting nothing from me!

DIAL TONE

Maria hung up on Michael and didn’t answer any of his calls after that day until he got home. Showing how much he cared for Maria, he headed for the house as soon as he got off the plane.

Since he left Maria his Navigator to use while he was away, he had to take a cab to the house. The understanding was that Maria was to meet him at the airport; that was before the infamous picture grabbed her attention.

Knowing Maria the way I do, I honestly felt sorry for Michael as I let him into the house carrying two huge suitcases. Promptly he sits the suitcases by the door as he greets me then heads to Maria’s room.

Hearing his voice in the house, she tries shutting her door but his one hundred and ninety pound body is too much for her one hundred and ten pound frame.

When the force of his body makes contact with the door, it sends Maria back onto her bed. Michael takes that opportunity to talk some sense into her, but she starts inquisition before he can even open his mouth.

“So Michael, are you trying to tell me that all gathered at this function didn’t want to take pictures with anyone but you?”


Max and I made plans to go out together. Nothing elaborate, just keeping it
light and friendly. Maria still thinks I’m a nut and a glutton for punishment.

She's convinced that it's only a matter of time before Max gets the panties, rips my heart out of my chest and stomps on it when his brain recovers from the shock of being totally mortified by embarassment.

She’s a firm believer in the old saying that a leopard can’t change his spots. We’ll see!


I get a call from Max to talk about our date plans. Oh yeah I gave him my cellphone number the night of the interview; he asked for it.

“So what would you like to do,” Max asks anxious to know my pleasure.

“Why don’t we have a picnic and enjoy the last of the nice weather?"

He surprised me by suggesting something potentially romantic.
“Great, why don’t we go to a park where we can rent a boat and survey our surroundings by water?”

I'm with that idea!

“You’ve got a date, see you on Saturday.”

I tell the girls about my plans with Max. Isabel lets me borrow her elegant picnic basket filled with everything for our outing including a list of Max’s favorite foods. Maria on the other hand implores me to bring my cell phone in case I need to call a cab if Max decides to ditch me. Oh that Maria, she’s so fucking funny.

Max picks me up and we head to the nearest park with rowboat rentals. He’s casually gorgeous in a simple red t-shirt and black jeans. I’m wearing a
butter colored lightweight short sleeve blouse and blue jeans. So we get to the park; Max parks by the boat rental place. We find out that the boats are rented by the hour, so Max pays for three hours.

He gets into the boat first and helps me in; I sit the picnic basket to the side of me as I take my seat. Two burley guys push the boat into the water and Max starts to row.
Soon we come upon a site filled with wildflowers.

Max secures the boat and helps me out. As we walk along we come upon and select a beautiful spot by a tree. Max lays out the blanket he brought with us. I peer into the basket packed with gourmet goodies that I bought as I sit down on the blanket.

Did you think I was going to fix a gourmet lunch?

Max takes a seat and I hand him a sandwich made of roasted turkey with asiago cheese on brioche.

Pulling my sandwich out of the plastic wrap, I decide to ask a question.
“Max, what’s your favorite color?”

“It’s Red.” He gestures to his shirt while asking, “ is there anything to drink in that basket?” He takes the first bite of his sandwich.

I nod and hand him a can of lemonade-flavored pop. It was on Izzie’s list.


“ Thanks, so what’s your favorite color Liz?”

“Green,” I reply.
Trying to make the conversation more interesting, I babble on about some book I read on colors.

“Did you know that red is the color of passion, temper and anger?”

Max seems to be into what I’m babbling about.
“Hmmm, I never thought of that before. What does green represent?”

“I reply, “ balance, growth and harmony.”

After a few quiet seconds, Max gets right to the chase.
“Ah that explains a lot about you Liz.”

“What do you mean?” I ask not knowing what the hell he was going to say.

“I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but the words balance and harmony mean tight-ass to me. Someone who has no idea how to have a good time.”

I can’t believe the words that came out of this man’s mouth.
“Are you trying to say I need to loosen up?”

He’s struck something in me. Tight-ass, he’s got some nerve.

Noting from the perturbed look on my face that I’m not pleased with him, he decides to clean up what he said. “Oh come on Liz, how are we gonna get to know each other if I can’t be honest with you.”

“Right!” I proceed to be as candid with him as he was with me.

“Then let me be perfectly honest with you, I think you’re an ass!”

“An ass?” Max is stunned that I had the balls to call him that to his face.

“Did I stutter,” I pose that question to him as I rise quickly from the blanket with
the picnic basket in my hand.


Max grabs my right hand as I start to walk off. He pulls me to him and as he
tries to kiss me, a bird shits right on his head. Needless to say, I laugh my ass off.


At first I can see that Max is mad as hell but then he starts to laugh. I don’t know if he really finds what happened amusing or he just wants to save face.

Luckily it's a warm day; he can run water through his hair. So we head for the nearest rest room.

Max emerges from the rest room looking like a wet puppy about the head. When he reaches me, he shakes his head . He got me really wet.

“Oh no you didn’t,” I shout as I run from him back to the picnic sight.

Max chases me as I'm laughing so it's hard for me to catch a break so I fall on to the blanket when I reach the sight. He follows me down laughing as well.

I gaze into his hazel eyes stating, "You'd be perfect if you weren't so perfect."

“Huh?” He has no idea what I mean, and I think that’s just as well.

We continue to stare at each other. Then we bust out laughing because of the cheesiness of the moment.



Max takes me home and when we get there I lean against the door. He goes to kiss me but Tess opens it as she attempts to walk out. It sends me backing into her. She gets out of my way and I end up on the floor.

Max helps me up and kisses my hand good night. Ever the wise guy-err gal, Tess has something smart ass to say,

“Man, talk about falling for a guy!"

She peers at us intently then walks away laughing. Max just brushes it off with a smile as I turn red from embarrassment.

He turns to me stating, “That Tess is a pistol.”

I reply, "Yeah she should take that act on the road."

I roll my eyes and then point to the open door as I walk in awkwardly. Thinking about how nice the day has been, I gesture him inside and offer him a beer.


Max gets comfy on the couch while I put on some music. I turn back and he is looking at me like I’m crazy.

“What?” I ask wondering what I did.

“Do you actually listen to this stuff?” he asks making a face.

“It’s Fleetwood Mac, they're great!"
Why am I not shocked by that?

“I’m not a classic rock fan, it’s smooth jazz all the way.” He told me that as a really proud jazz lover.

“Just jazz, huh?” I say with a smirk, baiting him. “Well, I guess taste in hockey teams is reflective of taste in music.”

“And why is that?” he bites.

“The Rangers are half as great as the Red Wings.”

Max takes it upon himself to tell me just how great the Rangers are doing.
“Oh really! Well I hate to burst your bubble but the Rangers are 6-1 right now while the Wings are 4-3. Not to mention that with the addition of Michael working with Jarimir Jagr who just scored his 600th NHL goal. The Rangers will be unstoppable.”


I go on to confess, “Max, I actually don't know much about hockey.”

"Really?" Max fakes surprise while trying not to laugh at me.
“I can teach you what I know about hockey, if you’d like.”

“ Great! The only thing I know is what I can discern from Maria's ravings,” I reply.

“Which can’t be that much,” Max tells me laughing.


"Why you!” I get to where he is sitting on the couch and pop him on the head with a pillow. He pulls me down and we end up laughing like kids as we roll around.


Time flies when you’re having fun. Tess returns home with that damned
disapproving look again.

“What, Max is still here,” She asks peering at me as if she was my mother and she caught me making out hot and heavy on the veranda.

Max looks down at his watch exclaiming, “ Oh man, it’s after three AM and I gotta go. I’m meeting my mother for brunch at ten today."

He stands to his feet quickly as I gesture for Tess to leave the room. I prepare to show him to the door.

“I had a nice time today Max.”

“I did too, I hope we can do it again soon. Next time bring a notepad so I can give you some hockey pointers while we’re at it.”

“Right,” I push him as he walks through the door.

“Good night Max.”

I prepare to close the door when I notice three tapered fingers holding it. Max reaches in and caresses my chin while leaning down to kiss me.

The kiss was brief but very satisfying.

“Now it’s a good one!” Max smiles brightly at me, turns and walks from the porch to his car.

Max Evans is full of surprises, and I intend to uncover each and every one of them!
I think to myself as I head to my room to jot the day’s events into my laptop journal.




Isabel is suffering from what she did to Alex at the house when she gets summoned to the annual shindig that Max’s parents have in the Hamptons. Max bowed out of the festivities while Izzie being the dutiful daughter and niece couldn’t think of a way to get out of it.

The party is in full swing and she’s giving the guests swirling around her best fake smile, when she’s approached by two glamorous but brain dead socialites.

“Hey Izzie, nice party right,” The redheaded socialite asks.

“Same old same old if you ask me.” Isabel replies in a very bored monotone.

“I can tell you’re bored, but then again any party is boring without Max. Where is he, why isn’t he here?” The strawberry blonde socialite asks looking as if she’s ready to drool just thinking about him.

Isabel rolls her eyes inwardly as she breaks the news of her cousin’s absence from the night’s festivities.

“Sorry ladies, I guess you can say that Max has outgrown this gathering.”

Isabel gets blank expressions from the socialites as she thinks to herself, I should have followed Max’s lead and skipped the party.

The girls show their disappointment by leaving her presence in a huff. It’s apparent they came to the party just to see Max. Isabel lets her mind wander further, seeing there is nothing else to capture and hold her attention at the moment.

My god, what is it about him that drives girls so crazy and why is it always bimbos? Isabel is brought out of her mental fog when a certain girl catches her eye. She thinks back to when Max got caught in his parent’s bed having sex with that girl at one of these parties.

Ever loyal to Max, Isabel bribed the guy who walked in on them so he wouldn’t tell anyone what he saw. The girl Max slept with was another matter. She was so smitten with him and what he did to her that she stalked him for two months straight.

Again Iz came to his rescue by threatening to tell everyone in the girl’s prissy little clique that she wasn’t the nice girl she purported herself to be. If word got to her father about her tryst with an unidentified juvenile, she wouldn’t be taking the trip to Europe she bragged so much about.

When she realized that Izzie could destroy her tidy little world, she left Max alone without delay. Whew! That boy owes me big time!

Thinking that she’d let her mind wander long enough, Isabel decides to search for her mother.

Isabel finds her mother and senses she seems too happy to see her. She knows she’s in some kind of trouble by the way her mother is smiling at her. Again she wishes Max were there to run interference. He was always so good at distracting her mother ( his aunt ) just by being charming.

“Darling, I’m so glad you wore red; you always look so stunning in red,”
Her Mom comments with a determined look on her face.

“Ok, what’s going on mother,” Isabel asks as she watches her mother gesture for a tall and handsome Latino gentleman to join them. She wastes no time introducing Izzie to him.

“Darling, this is Jesse Ramirez. Jesse this is my beautiful daughter Isabel.”

Nodding her hello, Isabel notices his attractiveness but it all seems so wrong to her.

Something clicks in her head and her thoughts go back to Alex. She realizes that if she wasn’t such a bitch to him that maybe it would be him by her side instead of the guy her mother is anxious for her to meet.

Glancing at Jesse, Isabel notices his flirtatious smile as her mom gushes about his ties to a well-known American dynasty. Trying to seem pleasant, Isabel plants that fake smile back on her face while trying to get away from the situation. Glancing down at her watch, she notices the time.

“Mother, I’ve got to go. I have a speech to present at a charity brunch in the morning and its still not flowing to my satisfaction.”

But her mother isn’t giving up. “Ok but give Jesse your number so he can call you for a date, right Jesse?”

Jesse flashes a brilliant smile as he reaches in his pocket so that he can put her number in his cell phone.

Isabel fights the frown forming on her face as she watches Jesse record her number in his phone.

He takes Isabel’s hand to kiss it, but she snatches it back quickly as she bids him and her mother good night. She leaves the party in a foul mood as she thinks about her mother’s matchmaking scheme.

I know that guy loves my mother; she made all the moves for him.
He can’t date me if he can’t find me. I'll never turn my cell phone on again. A devious smirk graces her face as she gets into her car.


Alex was everything I wanted but was too blind to see it.
She drives home wondering how she can get him back, if it’s not already too late.

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[Roslover39]

Tess is sitting on a park bench feeding the pigeons. She’s deep in thought thinking of how she used to do that as a child, that time when she was innocent and naïve to the ways of the world.

Her mind wanders to her family and how different she could have been had her family been more loving and supportive. Then a pretty little girl with the same coloring as Tess runs up and sits on the bench uttering nothing.

Tess stares at the little girl while throwing bread at the pigeons and is captivated. She watches the girl smile brightly as the pigeons come closer for the bread.

Then out of nowhere a mature female voice calls out; the little girl looks up then turns to look at Tess.

Then the girl does something very strange. She slides off the bench turns to Tess and waves before running in the direction of the mature female voice.

The little girl and what happened makes shivers go up and down Tess’ spine as she wonders if what happened was an otherworldly message or just coincidence. As a way of shaking off what happened, she laughs thinking that what happened meant nothing.

She tells herself that no one from the great beyond was sending her a life altering message as she rises from the park bench. Shaking her head, she chuckles as he leaves to make her next class on time.
****


After class, as luck would have it she notices a sexy looking guy. He approaches her, they flirt shamelessly then head to his dorm for some afternoon delight.

The name she chose for him when telling the girls and I what happened was the Rat. Stay with me, the name will make sense in time.

Well they get to his dorm room and are making out hot and heavy. Tess is taking her blouse off when she hears the door slam. She’s startled to find The Rat’s girlfriend standing there with her mouth hanging open.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Her eyes are blazing as if she wants to rip the Rat and Tess to shreds.


The Rat leaps off the bed trying to come up with a plausible excuse. Tess puts two and two together and realizes that she can’t be involved in this mess.


Tess hops off the bed to stand toe to toe with the Rat.
“You got a fucking girlfriend?” She’s fit to be tied as she grits her teeth.

Yeah she sleeps with a lot of men, but she prefers them to be unattached.

The girlfriend nods crossly with hands on hips as Tess picks her blouse off the floor. She throws on the blouse heading for the door when the girlfriend grabs her arm.

Tess snatches back her arm roaring in the girlfriend’s face,
“Oh hell no. I don’t fight over dick, you can keep his ass!”

Then the strangest thing happens. The girlfriend whispers something in Tess’s ear while the Rat is sweating bullets wondering if the girls will go tag team beating the hell out of him or fucking him brain dead.

I can’t believe it, the girlfriend asked Tess to participate in a ménage a trois.

Yes she was upset to see Tess and the Rat together, but it seems her anger evolved to arousal.

“You wanna have a three-way?” Tess shouts the words out in shock.

The girlfriend nods her head anxiously waiting for an answer. The Rat just stares at both girls hoping he's gonna get lucky.

Tess’s mind is whirling. She looks the girlfriend straight in the eyes uttering,

“Your idea sounds very interesting but I can’t do that. When it comes to sex, I don’t share.”


Tess grabs her hot pink book bag and heads for the door. She turns to look at the Rat and his girlfriend to see that their faces have dropped because of her answer.

She looks at them one last time then winks as she closes the door behind her. The Rat and the girlfriend are shocked but for different reasons.

The Rat, because he can’t believe he came close to having a three-way at his girlfriend’s request. The girlfriend was shocked by the fact that she found Tess very sexy; just the kind of girl to experiment with.

Experimentation was always in the back of the girlfriend’s mind, unbeknownst to the Rat.

The Rat peers lustfully at his girlfriend while stroking his achingly hard boner through his pants. He’s willing to do or say anything to get fucked at this point.

“Hey babe, sorry about the other girl, she came on to me and I got caught up. Thank Goodness you got here just in time."

The girlfriend peers at the Rat without saying a single word while he continues persuading her to do him.

"Since you’re not mad about that, can you come over here and help me out?” He points at his raging hard-on.

The girlfriend is ready for action all right, but not with the Rat. She’s having none of his bullshit.
“ Oh no, I’m going to look for that girl that just left. She’s hotter than you!” The girlfriend rushes from the room out into the dorm hall.

Tess hears a female voice calling after her; she ignores it.

Soon she finds herself in a bustling dorm corridor searching for the way out when two guys catch her eye.

One guy has a Mohawk and light brown hair while the other has dark dreads. They both have fabulous bodies adorned in leather but it was something about the guy sporting the dreads that really turned Tess on. She moves in closer to the guys; then makes her move.

“Hey you with the dreads, come here!" She puts her index finger in her mouth and sucks on it.

Immediately she has the attention of both men. The guy with the dreads takes a good look at Tess while muttering something to his friend. It must have been very amusing because they chuckled before the guy with the dreads swaggers over to Tess.

“Yo, what up doll?” The guy comes so close to Tess that he almost invades her personal space. Her panties are getting moist taking in this gorgeous guy with golden eyes.

“You baby!” Tess sashays around the guy; taking pleasure in everything her eyes gaze upon. His tight, muscular ass holds a particular fascination for her. So she smacks him firmly on it.

“Shit!” The guy with the dreads exclaims while smirking at his friend.

Tess makes her way back around to face him. While playing with her blonde curls she asks,
“ Do you like what you see?"

“Fuck yeah, so what’s up?” The guy with the dreads runs his right hand over his dick after he notices her staring at it.

“If you’re not busy with your friend, are you up for some fucking?”
Tess licks her lips while waiting for his reply.

“Bet, wait right there.”
The guy with the dreads goes back over to the guy with the Mohawk to tell him he's got some fucking to do. The guy with the Mohawk smirks at his friend and then at Tess as he leaves their presence.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Tess is anxious to have this sexy guy.

They walk through Dalton Hall supposedly on their way to someone's place when Tess turns to the guy demanding, “Hey you better not have a fucking girlfriend!”

“Yo, ain’t got time for a steady bitch, I fuck an’ run.”

“Great!” Tess grins, notices a dark stairwell and pushes the guy through the doorway.

“Hey are you fucking crazy, I can’t see my hand in front of my fucking face.” The guy with the dreads hollers.

Quickly, Tess reaches into her bag of tricks and pulls out a flashlight.

“Let there be light!” She flashes the light right into his face.
“I swear you have eyes just like someone else I know, anyway drop your pants sexy!”

The guy does what he's told. Tess has him take a seat on one of the stairs and she straddles him.

Needless to say, Tess is enjoying herself thoroughly as the guy with the dreads rides the hell out of her. But what she doesn't know is that the guy's friend didn’t leave like they thought.

The guy with the mohawk watched them go into the stairwell and he’s been peering at everything they've done up to this point.


The guy with the dreads makes Tess come three mindblowing
times. When they’re done, she fixes herself so she can return
to polite company. She thanks the guy for the fantastic bronco busting.

Tess is surprised but unfazed to see a guy's nose pushed into the window in the stairwell door as she attempts to walk out.

The guy with the Mohawk lets her pass but says nothing, choosing to save his comments for his friend as he walks into the stairwell.

“Damn dog, she rode the fuck out of you!” He finds the stairwell light and turns it on.

“I thought you took your ass elsewhere?” The guy with the dreads asks annoyed by the comment. There's no way that he could accept that any woman could have gotten the best of him.

The guy with the Mohawk walks over to his friend and slaps him on the back.
“Shit, when I saw that bitch take you in here, I decided there was nowhere else to be but here. Hell, it ain’t like I've never seen you screw a bitch before. It was funny watching your head bob up and down as she had the flashlight aimed on your face.”

The guy with the dreads is clearly not amused by all that he's heard.
“Do me a fucking favor, get the fuck out of my way and lets get the fuck out of here. Shit, why the fuck were we here in the first place," he asks while fastening his belt.

The guy with the mohawk runs his hair through his hair while giving his friend a puzzled look.
“Duh, we came here to get fucked by college broads!”

“Then I did what I came to do!” The guy with the dreads heads out the stairwell door with a satisfied grin.

“Shut the fuck up and let’s go.” The guy with the Mohawk playfully pushes his friend down the winding hallway.
****

Maria, Isabel and I make it home after an exhausting day of classes and the library when we find Tess looking wore out as she pads out of her bedroom.

“Shit, what or should I say who happened to you?” Maria asks knowing it must be a great story to go along with her present state. Happily Tess sits down and describes everything that happened.

“I found out I was about to sleep with a total creep, no better than a rat, so I left and ran into this badass and I fucked him in a dark stairwell in Dalton Hall.

The massive orgasms that animal gave me more than made up for the fiasco with the asshole I encountered first.

“I bet he did,” I chime in.

Just when I thought Tess might have found someone to quench her raging libido, she goes and says something very shocking.

"Hmm...I wonder what Kyle Valenti is up to?"

“Are you totally insatiable," Isabel asks.

But Tess doesn't answer Isabel because she doesn't hear her. Her mind is off in her own erotic world fantasizing about Kyle.


TBC