Malin
Dimas is a history major, who plays the guitar for love and money.
He's just met an amazing new woman, and has landed a new job playing
and singing at a local restaurant. He gets an annoyed call from his
sister, Tess, because he told their estranged father before he told
her. He's just described Carina, his new girlfriend, as symphonic.
"Wouldn't
you like to be described as symphonic? I think it's pretty cool."
"I'd
love it, but Gary doesn't know any words that big. He gets as far as
hot and sexy and starts to drool. I'm thinking of breaking up with
him."
"Why's
that? I thought he was great in bed."
"He's
okay. Clay was better."
"What?"
"I'm
kidding. We never got that far. Not that I wasn't interested, but we
knew you'd kill us both if we even tried it. He kisses well, though.
Is he dating anyone?"
"Yeah,
he is," Malin sounded very annoyed. "I can't believe you
liked Clay."
"Malin,
I know you're just a guy and all, but Clay is nearly as gorgeous as
you. It makes me sick to say that, but my brother is one of the best
looking men I know, and his dick wad friend is pretty damn jacked and
hot and I'd do him in a heartbeat."
"Tess,"
Malin was getting uncomfortable. "Remember that conversation
where it was way too much information?"
"Yeah,
so?"
"So,
we've reached that point again, only it's your turn."
"Grow
up, Malin! I like sex just as much as you do."
"Not
listening."
"I'd
venture to say I'm nearly as experienced as you are."
"Still
not listening."
"I
did have a thing with your friend Benji a few months ago. He's kind
of kinky, but the things that man can do with his tongue!"
"Tess!"
"What?"
"Bye."
He
hung up, flushed and angry. He really didn't think Tess had screwed
Benji because she was always complaining that he smelled like last
week's dirty laundry. He still didn't like hearing her talk like that
and he certainly hadn't appreciated what she had to say about Clay.
"Who
was that?" Clay asked him in passing.
"That
was Tess."
"Oh,
yeah? How's she doing?"
"She
misses you and your tongue."
Clay
wiggled his tongue around looking confused. "Me? What for? I
thought she hated me."
"Hell
if I know. She's in one of her moods."
"Ooh,
Evil Tess has come out to play. Must be a full moon." He looked
up at the sky.
"Clay,
did you ever do my sister?"
"Do
what? Oh, Do your sister. No. Not that I wouldn't want to,
she's smoking hot."
Malin
gave him a black look, saying nothing.
"But
in a purely virginal and totally untouchable way. I'm going over
there now where no one wants to murder me."
He
scrambled over by Dana and started making a mess while he tried to
help her clean up. She lunged angrily at him with a fork, so he left
her alone too and shuffled over by Carina where he hoped he was safe.
"Damn,
he's in a bad mood. I think Mal needs to get laid."
He
glanced at Carina and blanched. Her expression was very nearly as
deadly as Malin's.
"Sorry.
Big mouth, small brain." He wandered off, picked up some of
Malin's equipment and followed him to his van. "Now what was all
that about? Is Tess mad at you?"
"She
was. I told Dad about the recording contract."
"Before
you told her? Are you insane?"
Malin
gave him another black look.
"Forget
I asked. You didn't say anything ugly about Nora again did you?"
"No."
"Okay,
that's progress."
"You
seriously didn't ever—you know—with Tess?"
"Malin,
we've been friends a lot of years. I've seen your sister damn near
naked on any number of occasions. And, though I was very, very
tempted—even when she threw herself at me one night at a party, I
said no."
"Threw
herself?"
"I
swear! Would I lie about that?"
Malin
didn't say anything. It was a tough call. Clay would lie if he
thought it was what Malin wanted to hear. On the other hand, he would
tell the truth if it kept him from getting a beating.
"You
might." He loaded his amplifiers into the van.
"True,
there are times I might. This isn't one of them. I swear!"
"What
party?"
"Um,
my twenty-first birthday. I did kiss her. That I did do. It was
mildly fantastic," he mumbled quickly. "More than mildly.
The other thing—no way."
Malin
grabbed his friend and rabbit punched him in the gut. "Good. I'd
hate to have to kill you."
"What
if I married her and made her blissfully happy by giving her multiple
orgasms every night for the rest of her life?"
Malin
glared at him over his shoulder as he walked back to the restaurant.
"Okay,
that wasn't helping either. I think we've made great progress here
tonight. Really!" He trailed behind his friend as he helped load
the equipment.
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