Hardcore

Keywords: Boys,, Ch., Boys, 02, and, and, Girls,,

"This story is a continuation of Boys & Girls & Boys"

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"So...what happened?"

Roger looked at me, then looked down at his lunch tray. "Jack's moving out of the dorm. Moving into his fraternity house."

"He freaked out, didn't he?" I asked, sitting across from him.

"He said it was too much for him. He liked what happened, but he couldn't risk anyone finding out. Also, he didn't really want to have an ongoing relationship with a couple. Said it was too perverted, even for him."

We both laughed softly.

"It's understandable, really," I said, taking a bite of my French fry. "He's the sports jock, famous for his female conquests. If you guys weren't roommates, it might not have been a problem, but with that constant temptation just a few feet away..."

"You're right," Roger sighed. "It'd be too weird if we had an ongoing sexual relationship. For you and me too, I mean. I want you to be with me every time I have sex. How would you be able to trust me, knowing my roommate is someone I've been intimate with? You'd never know if we were screwing around behind your back or not. And, quite frankly, I wouldn't want that kind of temptation either. Trust between us is more important to me than living out my fantasies."

"You're over-reacting again, you know," I grinned. "We can still live out this fantasy, just not with Jack."

"Do you have someone else in mind?" he asked.

"No, not yet, but I'll keep my eye out. You can too. Just let me know if you find someone. I'll be the one to do the approaching. There's nothing wrong with homosexuality or bi-sexuality, but you know as well as I do that if you go around propositioning men, it's going to get ugly. If I do it, saying I have this kink - which quite frankly, I believe I do - the guys will just say no thanks and think I'm a kinky chick."

"You'd do that for me?" he asked, smiling.

"Isn't it obvious that I enjoyed myself? I'll do it for both of us."

"Jesus, I have hit the jackpot."

"And don't you forget it."

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Several months passed and we both kept our eyes out for likely prospects. There were a few, but when I would approach them, all they wanted was straight sex. No one was interested in bi activities, or they just wouldn't admit it.

There were just five weeks left before the spring semester was over. Roger and I had decided that maybe we should widen our search and begin visiting some swing clubs or putting an ad online. We decided to wait until the semester was over so we could focus on our studies.

It was a warm afternoon when I saw him. Roger and I were studying outside, sitting beneath a tree in the open area between the music and science buildings.

I looked up from my American history book, feeling a warm breeze. I breathed in the fresh, clean air and smiled widely. I loved winter, but there was nothing like a fresh spring breeze after a long, cold season. When I opened my eyes, he was sitting down on a bench beneath a tree across the way. He crossed his leg over his knee and propped his laptop on his leg. He opened it up and began typing away.

He was tall, about 6 inches taller than me, about the same height as Roger. He had dark hair, wore glasses (that kept sliding down his nose as he typed furiously) and had a look of intensity that could rival Roger's.

I nudged Roger and he looked up. I nodded toward the young man slightly and his eyes followed my direction. He looked at him for a few moments, then looked back at me. "Do you even know him?" he asked.

"Never saw him before in my life," I admitted. "But isn't there something about him?"

He looked back at him, then said, "Yeah, there is."

"Stay here. I'll go find out who he is."

"Don't get your hopes up," he warned.

"No, but it won't hurt to say hello."

I set my books aside and stood, dusting the seat of my jeans. I crossed the grassy area towards this intriguing young man, but almost stopped when he glanced up at me. I could tell by his glance that he was not interested in talking to me. Still, I kept walking.

"Hi," I said, stopping in front of him. "I was wondering if you had an extra pencil I could borrow. I'm studying for my test and I - "

"I don't carry pencils. Or pens," he added hastily. "Physical writing is dead. I just enter everything on my computer."

"Oh, well, thanks anyway," I said, but didn't walk away. I found myself at a loss for words, but unwilling to give up.

"Is there something else?" he snapped.

"My, but aren't you friendly?" I said, smiling at him, finding myself feeling a bit giddy. He was trying so hard to make me go away that I just couldn't give in to him.

"I didn't come here to make friends. I came here to study, which I thought was what you were trying to do. Over there with your boyfriend."

"Yes, but I thought we could at least exchange names or something. You know, simple social niceties and all."

"Simple wastes of time, is more like it, but if it'll get you to leave me alone more quickly, my name is Barry. Barry Hollander."

"I'm Rachel Williams and my boyfriend over there is Roger Waterfield."

"Okay Rachel, I know your name now. Can I get back to studying? Oh, I'm sorry, do I have to say 'please' first?"

I couldn't help smiling. "You're trying way too hard, Barry."

He stared at me for a moment then blurted, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I think I like you, no matter how much of an asshole you're pretending to be. What are you doing this Friday night?"

"What? Are you serious? I really do want to study."

"Great, fine, I'm not asking you to join us for dinner right now, I'm asking you to join us for dinner this Friday night. We're fun people. I think you'd like us."

"I wouldn't count on that Rachel," he glowered. "Now, please, just-"

"Fine, that's settled. Where do you live? We'll pick you up."

He gaped at me, then began to blush. He looked down at his keyboard and said, barely above a murmur, "I live in the campus apartments. Building three, apartment A.'

"Great. We'll pick you up on Friday at 8:00. No place fancy, so dress casual."

"You are the weirdest woman I've ever met," he said fiercely, looking up at me again.

I grinned at him and said, "You haven't seen anything, yet."

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That Friday night I walked up to Barry's apartment alone while Roger waited in the car. He was convinced that Barry wouldn't go with us and had only told me where he lived to get me to leave him alone or maybe he had given a fake address. After a few days time, I admitted that my confidence about this was waning, but I was determined to at least play this out and see where it ended.

Barry opened the door when I knocked and I felt my eyes widen. He had dressed up a bit, wearing a nice shirt and tie with a faded pair of jeans. His face was still wearing that intense scowl, but I didn't let it intimidate me.

"Hi. Can I assume that you're still joining us?"

He stared at me a moment, then said, "What is this all about, anyway?"

"Okay, I'll be honest with you, Barry. I don't normally say this so soon, but I can see that there's not point in trying to woo you slowly."

"Woo me?"

"I'm attracted to you."

"Don't you - have a boyfriend?"

"No, I have a fiancé."

His eyes widened for a moment, then he said, "Then why in the hell are you asking me out, with your boyfriend coming along with us?"

I stepped inside his apartment and shut the door behind me. He backed away from me and I could tell that he was a bit frightened of me. I was feeling a huge power trip and my confidence was bubbling over. I had no idea why I felt this way around this man that I barely knew, but I already felt I had him wrapped around my finger.

"Can you keep a secret, Barry?"

"I'm new here, Rachel. Just transferred at the beginning of the semester. You may have noticed that I'm not all that sociable."

"That doesn't answer my question. Just because you don't know anyone doesn't mean you aren't a gossip."

"Yes, I can keep a secret," he answered, his eyes flashing.

"I'm not the only one attracted to you."

We stood there staring at each other for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth fell open. I had to smile at the reaction, but I was suddenly very nervous. If this backfired, I might have just made Roger's life on this campus a living hell.

"Your fiancé is gay?" he whispered.

"No, he's bi-sexual," I said.

"And you don't care?"

I smiled once again. "Care? Barry, I love the fact that my lover is open to all things sexually."

"I've never even thought about-"

"Most straight men don't, but I do know that a lot of men, when they do think about it, find a curiosity deep inside. Most ignore it, scared to death of it, but some don't ignore it and eventually embrace it."

He sighed deeply and said, "I was going to say that I've never thought about doing anything sexually with a woman."

"Oh," I said, suddenly caught unawares. I felt stupid and annoyed with myself for assuming Barry was straight. I rarely assumed anything about anyone's sexuality, but I hadn't even considered that Barry could be gay.

"Well then," I said, rubbing my hands together. "This just got a bit more interesting."

"Disappointed?" he asked, smiling cynically.

I looked at him for a moment, then said, "No, not at all. Would you still like to join us for dinner?"

"You're not expecting anything out of me other than dinner tonight, are you?"

"No, of course not. We don't expect anything of you at all. At the least, we can have a nice meal together and get to know each other. Who knows, maybe you'll be civil and we can all be friends"

He scowled at me for a moment, but it was soon replaced with a reluctant smile. "Okay, fine. Let's go."

Roger looked stunned when Barry followed me down the stairs, but he was composed by the time we were in the car. Barry sat in the back and we rode to the restaurant in silence after I introduced the two men to each other.

I could feel the tension emanating from both of them and I looked out the window, unable to stop smiling.

Keywords: Boys,, Ch., Boys, 02, and, and, Girls,,

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