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Bring The Cool

Posted on November 21, 2007
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They were walking and talking, something both of them did a lot of, together and with other people. Too hip for the good of most regular people they grinningly referred to it as promiscuous W&T. His name was Aaron and hers was Nisha. They had lived in each other’s neighbourhood for long enough to know when to stay close and when to give the other distance. She knew, just from listening to him talk, when he was in a tie-on-his-bedroom door space and the same went for him with respect to her sexual activities. To each other, they were like siblings and they’d made the brother/sister-from-another-mother reference so many times that it had gone from ‘tired’ to ‘cool again’. That, in many ways, was their reason for living as two symbiotic peas in a pod; “To bring the cool,” as she liked to say when no one else was within earshot.

“So did you BTC to anyone today?” She was wearing skinny jeans and a big old baggy dress that did little to hide the fact that she was stacked and racked like a juicy meathook at the best butcher’s in town.

“I most certainly did.” For several years he had worn his hair long after the fashion of the seventies when Jim, Jimi and members of various other bell bottoms-wearing musical revelers had made it totally okay for guys to wear their hair longer than the women they were screwing. Recently he had introduced a variety of Manga shapes to his crowning glory and it only contributed to the street-side attention drawn by their walking twosome. “Remember Jenny Edelstein?”

“Short right? Like she could use a footstool to reach her own thoughts?”

He smiled, “That’s a good one. And yeah, that’s the girl. So I went up to her while she was trying to, ironically enough, reach for a book on a high shelf in the library…well high for her anyway…and I stood behind her and said, ‘Just stretch Jenny. In life, as in times of need, just stretch.’ That totally did the trick.”

Nisha looked skeptical, “You told her to stretch. How’s that bringing the cool?”

“Are you kidding? Actually look at you, how would you know!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“In a freaking baggy dress you look like Venus de fricking Milo, all I don’t have any arms but my vagina still works. You’re like a walking beacon of sexuality even when you’re standing still. Chicks can look real sexy when they stretch. The ass juts out, the tits reach out to be touched. Stretching is not just good exercise.”

“You’re not fucking with me?”

“What, did we recently turn into sorority sisters trying to get a leg up on each other? Why the hell would I make this shit up? Here, sniff that.”

He stuck the fingers of his right hand under her nose. She flinched slightly and that threw them off their walking rhythm so they stopped and she frowned, “That smells vaguely familiar. What is that?”

He smiled, “That my dear would be the vestiges of Jenny’s womanly aroma.”

She thought about that for a moment and then she screwed up her face and rubbed under her nose, “Oh eww! You made me smell another girl’s vagina?”

He walked away, triumphant, “No, I made you sniff my fingers. Where these little puppies had been…that’s a different story altogether.”

She caught up, “You fucked her in the library?”

“Please, the library is a hall of higher learning. I’m not going to defile it by indulging my baser desires in there. No, we went to her room.”

“Really? Jenny Edelstein?”

“I gotta tell you. Little Jenny Edelstein might be ‘a lady in the street but she’s a freak in the bed.’”

“Seriously? That actually almost sounds Ludacris.”

They giggled at their cleverly self-aware wordplay. He shook his head and continued, “No I’m serious. There’s a lot you can tell about what kind of sex you’re going to have from watching a girl stretch. In this case it was hotter because I made her stretch and then I reached out and took her.”

She made a face, “And you didn’t wash your hands after.”

“Come on, don’t pretend like you haven’t been within sniffing distance of that love juice from the very source before.”

“What? No!”

“Oh really! You’re recently out of college. No way a girl as fine as you hasn’t had a lesbian experience.”

She slowed her stride a bit and then she shrugged, “Maybe this one time when I was drunk…but I don’t think that counts.”

“Did you get naked?”

“Maybe…”

“Did you girls kiss?”

“Can’t remember.”

“Oh, you’ve so partaken of the love that dare not speak its name!!”

She smacked him on the arm, “Shut up.”

They had arrived at the office building he worked in so they stopped and he said, “I will. But only because I have to get back to work.”

She blew him a kiss and kept walking. As she walked away he called out, “To be continued!”

She waved without looking back and turned the corner. With a nod and a smile he strode out of the afternoon sunlight into the cool interiors of the office building.

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