When I was in college during my Jr. year, I met two guys named John and Eddie. John and Eddie were freshman, new to the whole college scene. I met John first because he did a bit of copy editing for the school newspaper and I was one of the writers on staff. They both started sitting with me at lunch and I thought that they were both really funny and cute. They became my little tag-a-long buddies, and followed me around campus like hungry little puppy dogs. I thought they were adorable, and loved the attention they gave me.
They would inevitably show up at my dorm room on Friday nights, me being 21, so that we could go out for beer runs. We hung out and watched movies, or went to the Plaza and walked around acting like college kids do. There was, of course, unending flirting between the three of us, and the sexual tension was very high most of the time.
One late fall Friday afternoon, I came out of my 2:00 class to find them waiting for me. I announced to them that I had to run to the mall to buy a new swimsuit and they said they would tag along.
“Ohhh, no. I don’t think so boys.” I told them. I dreaded taking them out in public because they always embarrassed the hell out of me.
“Oh, come on Jen!” they said in unison.
“NO.” I firmly answered.
“The last time I took you guys to the mall, you were a mess, and I am going to do some serious shopping that DOES not require your being there.”
Well, after begging and pleading with me all the way back to my dorm, I finally caved and said they could come.
“But, you’re NOT going into the department store with me while I pick out my new bikini. You can go get something to eat or something.”
“Ok!” They were delighted to be able to tag along.
We got to the mall and I told them to meet me at the Orange Julius in an hour. I left them sitting on a bench staring at my ass as I stomped off in red platform shoes in search of my new swimsuit.
I was meandering around the store looking at different bikinis when I heard someone say, “OH MY GOD! Look, Eddie, it’s JEN!”