College Life: Freshman Year

12

Lauren's POV

"Have you ever fantasized about having a threesome with them?" Zendaya asks me.

"That's disgusting! They're sisters! Twins!" I tell her.

"That's what makes it so hot, Lauren! Haven't I taught you anything?"

"Zendaya!"

"What? Naturi Hamilton is a walking wet dream! Dark hair, big doe eyes, tongue ring, big boobs, and round ass. Plus, that "Hamilton" tattoo on her back, and she has a clit piercing. She's also a nude model for Ghost Girls. That's so hot! Lauren, I think I'm in love. I've never said that before. Seriously. I have to have this girl."

"She's coming over here for Pride Fest in May. Maybe you'll get to meet her. She has a girlfriend, though, or at least some girl she's shacked up with."

"Oh, trust me. She is definitely leaving her girlfriend after I get a hold of her." I love Zendaya's cockiness and the fact that she has become like a sister to me over the past few months.

"Seriously, Lauren, you've never thought about it? Normani is so pristine and Naturi is so wild. It'd be like the devil on one side and an angel on the other and they're both so hot."

"I know this may seem like a far-fetched idea to you, but I'm only turned on by Normani. I can't imagine myself touching another girl. And if Normani and Naturi were to do it, that's incest, Zendaya."

"You're a dumbass, Lauren," she laughs. "Haven't you ever looked at Playboy?"

"Plenty of times," I tell her. "But I still don't understand the twin fetish. Besides, I thought you didn't like Normani."

"I didn't, but then she proposed to you. She is willing to make a serious commitment to my favorite baby dyke and that makes her pretty cool, I guess."

These are the moments I am grateful for Zendaya. She gave up her typical Saturday night of drinking and getting laid to spend time with me in my room. There's no way I was going to spend this night alone. It's Normani's birthday and she is nearly 3,000 miles away from me right now. She asked me to go with her. In fact, she nearly begged me to go with her, which is very unlike Normani. I told her I'd be happy to go and then her mother threw a fit and yelled at Normani about how she's an ungrateful little bitch and she never wants to spend any time with her family. Then, Carlos got on the phone and started to sweet talk Normani, which added to my worries. Does he have a thing for her? No, of course not. Normani is his step-daughter for goodness sake. Then why did Naturi run off with that girl? And why does Normani never want to go home? I've texted her ten times today and she hasn't responded to any of them. Maybe she's just having too much fun. Yeah, that's it.

Zendaya gives me a concerned look. "You okay, Lo? You have a really worried look on your face."

"I'm fine. I just miss Normani, is all."

"Aww, you miss your wifey? Even though I don't believe in marriage, I think that's adorable," she teases.

Zendaya starts to pour the vodka she brought with her into two shot glasses. She insists that we make a toast to me being tied down to the same woman for the rest of my life, or at least that's how she put it.

We're about to drink up when my phone rings. It's a very incoherent Normani on the line.

"Honey, are you okay?" I ask her.

"I'm at LAX. Can you pick me up?"

"Normani, you weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow. Is everything okay?"

"I hate him, Lauren. I hate him," she says between sobs.

"What happened?"

"He did...things....to me."