Thread: Culture Clash (DaddyIsHere and TerraFirma)

Life had fallen into a pleasant routine. It was not monotonous by any means, especially due to the friends I had made. I had become pretty close with my roommates, with Sheila and surprisingly, with Max. In fact, Max and I began to share many interesting experiences together. No, not interesting in that way. They were platonic ones, stuff you do in college so that you can get it out of your system and be a fully functional adult. At least that's what I'm assuming the purpose of it is. You spend an awful lot of time with him y'know, Sheila pointed out one day while we were lazing in a small grassy patch in front of the Physics building. With who? Max? Is that a bad thing? I asked as I folded my legs in front of me, crossing my ankles so as not to give some poor passerby a glimpse of my underwear. My clothing had gradually gotten shorter and more revealing, and now I wore pencil skirts and summer dresses with no qualms. But I kept it classy. For example, I had made a promise to myself to never even set eyes on the monstrosities that are booty shorts. Sheila shook her head, her face in a sort of half-grin. Nah mate, but you gotta' wonder if he wants more from you. I mean, he is a man. They'll want anything with a pair of tits. No, he's really not like that, I found myself surprised by how quickly I came to his defense. He's very considerate, and hasn't made me feel like I need to, you know...do anything, I flushed and averted my gaze, and Sheila's grin grew. I'm beginning to think that you might be the lecher instead, she snorted. I threw a pebble at her cleavage and she squawked. I'd like to clear things up a bit. I appreciate Max as a friend. I really, really do. But I still think he's pretty cute. And while I don't think I have any feelings for him, I think my libido might. Plus, sometimes he looked so handsome, I just wanted to pounce him and bury my face in his neck...We were no longer awkward around each other but I occasionally had awkwardly sexual thoughts about him. I was still a virgin, mind you. I wanted to explore, but with somebody I could trust. And the only person who fit that description so far was Max. Who, I recently found out, was also a virgin. So it would be a win-win situation. Right? I wanted to bring it up to him eventually. Halloween week brought many delights. I got to try pumpkin beer for the first time, and deemed it the drink of the gods. Sheila and I realized the key to getting into parties for free was low-cut shirts. And of course, I got to eat candy, lots of it. But Halloween brought a pretty big downer too. I had returned from a party and was only mildly interested when I heard a ruckus and mentions of a boy having puked all over himself and the boy's bathroom. I was changing into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for optimal bedtime comfort, when I heard that it was Max who was doing the puking. Within seconds, I was there. It wasn't really an effort chasing the brutish frat boys out of the bathroom. I think I sound like an angry mother when I yell, so I guess that helped. It was getting Max's ass into bed that was a bit difficult. I was pretty worried by this point, and the poor thing could barely get words out. But eventually I got him into bed. And then he decided to drop the sister bomb on me. The night before I wanted to ask him if he wanted to be friends with benefits, the genius decides to tell me I'm like the sister he never had. I tried not to let my disappointment show, though he would've been too drunk to notice it anyway. I remember falling asleep on the chair. Worried that he might puke in his sleep and choke on it, I decided to stay the night. In the chair. So I was surprised when I sort of woke up sometime before dawn and found myself being spooned by Max, his hand cupped around my breast. Oh, well that's...interesting. Should've worn a bra, probably. My sleep-addled brain couldn't process thoughts any further, and I began drifting off again, taking his hand in mine and shifting it before I passed out completely. Well, if I'm the sister you never had, like you said last night, I guess that makes you my brother, I found myself saying this to him the next morning. I thought I'd test the waters, see if he actually meant it. Maybe I still had a chance. His boner had been pressed against my backside for a good part of the morning, and that did nothing to improve my mood. Sister, my foot. I watched him for a response as I slid out of bed and stretched. He didn't seem to remember, but still went and said Yeah...Your...brother. Cool. Sigh. Well since we're so close and everything...maybe you could help me with something? I began slowly. This would be my...what's it called...my last ditch effort. I've been thinking lately. I really want to um you know...hook up with somebody. But I'm not the best at meeting guys. Mainly because I don't go out as much as I should. Anyway, I was wondering if you had any friends who might be, you know...suitable. It's weird I know, but I really want...you know...the full college experience. I finished with a sheepish laugh, heat rising to my cheeks. I perched on the bed beside him. Despite his sorry state last night, I couldn't help but smile a little at the sight of him now, his hair all mussed up from sleeping and a sweet sleepiness still on his face.