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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Romance/Love · #2216046
Having him as a friend earned me the best memories of my life.
wc 1931

You, Me and Brotherman

"Brotherman was the one on my right. He was always there. On the right, I mean. Wearing that smile that made all the women melt. Me? I couldn't have gotten a woman if I had hidden in the bushes in front of the girl's dorm and ambushed one sneaking in after curfew. That's a joke, officer." His lips never curved; they just maintained a straight line across his rigid face without a dimple on either side. I thought I saw a glint in his right eye, but that was probably from the flashlight with which he checked my pupils.

The campus cop shoved the flashlight back into its holster. "You're not supposed to be within a hundred feet of the Women's dorm after curfew."

Brotherman, a.k.a. Scott was the kind of guy who gets all the girls. They loved him, and all the guys wanted to be him. Even with him standing beside me, I still got no reaction. The girls just didn't see anyone else but "Brotherman."

I turned to the campus cop and said, "I swear, I wasn't breaking into the dorm. I was knocking on the window of my girlfriend's room, trying to get her attention." His stare fell over me like the monotonous view of muddy water during the rainy season. If I had been just two feet taller or had a good lawyer, well, I thought, I'll have to plead stupidity and claim ignorance because no one could contest that.

I should have told him that Scott was already inside. The only reason he caught me was that the girl closed the window on my fingers as he dragged his feet through it. She probably hadn't noticed me.

The campus cop looked around, and since there wasn't another soul around, he said, "If I catch you around here again, I'll cuff you and haul you down to the police station. Now, get out of here."

As I shuffled through the moonlight toward the Men's dorm, I thought, this was my reality. No one ever sees me when Scott's around. Girl's eyes gravitate toward him in a crowd. How? Why? I saw nothing different about him. He was shorter than I was. His looks weren't that great, but he possessed a confidence that drew women to him like iron-filings to a magnet. They were all over him.

One girl said it was his "sleepy-blue-eyes," but his eyes looked grey to me. The results were always the same. Women were enthralled with his aura and got lost in his "deep blue eyes." They never noticed that his hand roamed up the leg of the girl sitting next to them. He was always looking for his next conquest, and all the girls seemed to love that about him. Or maybe, they didn't see that. Perhaps they saw things from a different perspective. Who knows?

I asked ten girls before every date that I got, and that was during a good year. One time, two girls said yes after they thought it over, and I went to the dance by myself because I was afraid to break either date. He would have made a late date with one of them and told her why. She would have still been happy to see him after the dance. What was that?

Well, tonight I was going to get a date, and that was all there was to that story. The campus cop understood my plight and took pity on me. I guess he had been there once or twice himself. He told me to stay out of trouble, go straight back to my dorm, and then let me go. Like that was going to deter me from my night of fun and frivolity.

I turned and walked toward the woods between the woman's dorm and the men's dorm. As soon as I stepped under the canopy of trees, which blocked out the moonlight, I jumped behind the trunk of a tall pine tree. Then I watched as the campus cop got in his scooter-cart and drove away. I stepped one foot out of the veil of darkness and into the moonlight. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back under the curtain of the night, and I almost pissed myself.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. He always makes a circle around the girl's dorm, twice, before he returns to his cup of coffee at the campus-cop shack." Scott's Cool-Hand-Luke voice announced.

I turned to Scott, "What are you doing here? I thought you were in that girl's room." I said as I pointed toward the girl's dormitory.

"I was," Scott said with a smirk. "Now it's time for my after-date-date, and she's been waiting for almost an hour. I think she's ready by now."

It was about midnight. Curfew had come and gone. All the girls were inside, and the place was locked and shuttered like a prison. "How are you going to get into that fortress?" I asked.

Scott reached out, grabbed a handful of gravel from the planter area around the perimeter of the woods, and drew them back into the bushes. "Here, you take some. I'll show you which window to pelt with these, but please, only use one at a time, and just gently toss them."

I shot him a look of understanding and nodded my head. "Good plan. But why don't you throw your pebbles. I'm not your 'pebble boy.' Hell, I'm not the one who's going to be sneaking into the girl's room."

I swear, that guy had a grin that exuded confidence and could make a person feel stupid. I almost wanted to slap him, but he also had a way about him that just made you think he was always in control. So, I just looked at him and shrugged my shoulders as a smile grew across his face.

"Well, because you're going to throw your pebbles at the window, where a girl is waiting for you. I'm going to be throwing my pebbles at a window, where my girl is waiting for me." Scott said with an arched eyebrow and a smile, stretching across his face.

"But, but..." I stuttered.

"I know. Just leave it to me. I've already set things up, and you'll be please with the girl I've picked out for you. She's real nice." Scott said as his grin widened.

"Oh, sure! I've been there. You're setting me up with your 'leftovers?" I said in a soft, but emphatic scream.

The look on his face as he shook his head was so, so knowing, I suddenly released all my doubts, and that alone shocked me to my core. I had forgotten what he was capable of and to whom I spoke. "Oh, wait! You arranged all of this while you were in that girl's room? While I was waiting for you outside?" That guy could say more with a smug smile than I could by reciting one of Shakespeare's soliloquies.

"Listen, both girls know we're coming. They have both windows unlatched, and once they hear us at the window, they'll open it and help us get in. They're both experienced with the procedure." He smiled that knowing smile again.

I immediately turned and took half a step toward the girl's dorm as a hand clutched my shoulder.

"What's the hurry?" Scott said as he turned me and pointed in the direction of the campus cop, who was making his last circle around the dorm. "There's plenty of time, and believe me, you don't want to get in a hurry with these girls. If you know what I mean?"

After the cop made his last round, we made our way across the lawn to the dorm. Scott gently tossed one pebble to the window where his date waited. Then he motioned for me to do the same. I lifted a stone from my palm and chucked it at the window, which Scott had pointed out. When I turned to smile at Scott, I saw his feet dangling from his girl's window. His feet kicked twice and then slid between the curtains.

"Well, are you just going to sit there watching him or get up here before someone sees you?" I heard a girl's voice ask from above me. She held the screen on the outside of her window outward, beckoning me with her other hand.

As my face hit the floor of her dorm room, the girl shut the window while whispering, "I take it that you've never done this before?"

I rolled over, looking straight up her nightgown, between her legs. "Uh, not exactly."

She bent into the floor next to me. "Well, hell. It's my first time too. Julie talked me into this. I've never even thought about doing this. I'm not that kind of girl. Damn, why am I telling you all this? You don't care. You're only here for one thing, and I'm afraid I might disappoint you with that."

My eyes widened, and it was several seconds before I spoke, but then my answer just blurted out. "You can't disappoint me."

Her expression transformed from anger into a smile of pleasant-surprise as she sank to her knees beside me. "You're not disappointed?"

I still laid on my back, staring upward at her. Only now, her face was only a couple of feet from mine, as she lifted my head into her lap. She was beautiful. Soft, curly blonde hair, draping almost to her shoulders. Huge blue eyes immediately swallowed my attention as they searched my face. Her warm, welcoming smile came closer and closer until a warm shiver ran through me as her silky lips brushed my cheek with a kiss.

Then, from just beyond the haze, hovering in front of my eyes, she spoke. "Are you alright? You look kinda dazed. Did you hit your head?"

My eyes focused on her lips, which squeezed into a tight smile. As they parted, a glint caught my attention. The room was utterly dark, but the lights from the courtyard around the dorm seeped through the curtains, showing me the braces, which guarded her smile.

She noticed my attention falling to her smile and cupped her hand over her mouth, "I'm sorry," she said as she turned away. Then she steadied herself with her hand on the bed as she attempted to lift herself from the floor.

I reached up, grabbing her hips, and pulled her atop me. We lay there for a few seconds, face to face before I lifted my head and kissed her. She relented in my arms, releasing her body to my control, and I wrapped her in an embrace.

She whispered, "Most guys don't want to kiss a girl with braces. They're afraid I might cut their lips or something." Then she smiled a big metallic smile.

I said, "I just got mine out last month, so I'm not frightened by a little metal behind those silky soft lips." I brushed my fingers over her lips as I spoke. "You're too beautiful to ignore, and I'm not stupid enough to pass up a chance like this."

She pushed away from me and said, "A chance like what? Just exactly what are you expecting here?"

I smiled the most sincere smile in my possession, "A chance to be with the most beautiful woman in this school. Even if we only talk."

I don't know what I was lucky enough to have said, but whatever it was, it resulted in the first best night of my life.

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