Tech Part 2

Miguel had never had particular ambitions in the field of sports, but he did find himself envious of the easy way in which the guys just walked on over here and started up a conversation with these girls.

He’d been sitting here for hours, and hadn’t even introduced himself. Well, their backs were facing him. They hadn’t exactly invited it. Probably would have thought it pretty weird.

The guys weren’t going to stick around too long, however, after they discovered that nothing they could say would persuade the girls to bring their queueing ambitions to a halt and come hang out. They certainly weren’t going to join the girls and risk being mistaken for geeks – as if that could ever happen.

What made Miguel actively stop reading was the conversation after the guys withdrew.

The girls started gossiping about one of the guys having dated a girl they knew from Spanish class, and how he supposedly had the biggest cock, like, ever. Miguel was mildly shocked at how dirty the conversation went all of a sudden. He was a little surprised at how easily the girls discussed such things, that they were so apparently involved with sex, that it was so easy to talk about for them. Well, they were college girls now, pretty much.

A few of them seemed to be envious of the girl from Spanish class, but then the brunette in the turquoise top caught Miguel’s attention when she dismissed all of the guys out of hand.

“You’re insane!” her friends were of the same opinion about her.

“Are you kidding? They’re so much hard work!” she laughed. “Give me a vibrator and a pack of double-A batteries any day.”

The whole group had a good squealing laugh about that.

“Guys are so useless,” the brunette said. Miguel had already figured out from earlier conversation that she was called Tiffany. There was something about her that made his heart tighten a little when he laid eyes on her, his breath catch, his pulse quicken a little.

“But they’re so nice-looking,” countered one of her friends – a blonde named Chrissy.

“Sure, but they just lie there and look nice and expect you to get all hot and sweaty until they’re ready to fuck – and then they’re in and out so quick. Where’s the reward?”

The other of her blonde friends, Sasha, added: “Yeah, and when they’re done, they really aren’t interested in anything. Except maybe sleep or a cigarette.”

“You just need to learn to get yourself going while you’re getting all hot and sweaty with them,” the Asian girl, Ellie, said.

“I guess so,” Tiffany flashed her eyes. “But that kind of gets me back to the point that you’re better off with a Pocket Rocket.”

Miguel found himself gasping, blushing furiously, actually shocked at what these girls were talking about – especially Tiffany. He couldn’t help but find himself heating up inside at their startling frankness, particularly when the pretty brunette in the turquoise top was talking about her own desires and experiences.

It did make him feel like a bit of a loser that he’d never really done anything with a girl before. Strange – he’d never been bothered by that before, figuring he was young, there was plenty of time at college to go looking for that kind of thing.

He found himself envious of whichever boys had been lucky enough to be with Tiffany – and actually baffled that they wouldn’t want to be more careful about making sure she was satisfied in bed. God, if it was Miguel, he’d want to spend hours exploring her, finding out how to make her moan and shake and come like crazy. Putting his illicit after-dark reading into practice.

“Josie Bannister said she had an orgasm when she slept with her piano teacher,” Ellie said.

“Yeah, but he’s like 42. I mean, ewww.”

“35, she said.”

“Still. I’ve seen him – he looks like he’s 50.”

“So you’re gonna wait until you’re 35 to get an orgasm?” Sasha nudged Tiffany with an elbow.

“Did you not hear me when I said I’m quite happy with my little Rocket?” Tiffany replied.

Oh God, the thought of Tiffany lying back in some bed, touching herself with some little piece of vibrating magic – Miguel had to change his position a little to give himself some room inside his pants.

He shook his head, knowing he was only setting himself up for disappointment by listening into their conversation. He fixed his eyes back on the continuing narrative of Stephen King, and the tale of a small town in Maine that is cut off from the outside world by a strange invisible forcefield.

But then Tiffany’s words just cut through the air, “They’re all just lazy – they don’t care. They know as soon as they’re inside you, that’s it, they’ve scored another notch on their bedpost, and they don’t need to worry about anything else.”

Miguel ducked down, trying to stop himself from eavesdropping. Yet he was beginning to feel like sticking up for his gender – or at least, the members of his gender that attractive girls like these would never ever think to date.

“So you’re not going to ask Bobby Marrs out, then? You know he’s after you.” Another voice – Marie, one of the brunettes.

Tiffany said: “I guess we can hang out before college. He’s probably just as pathetic as the rest of them.”

“He can bench 400 pounds apparently. You don’t want a piece of that?”

Tiffany sighed. “I don’t really have any choice, huh?”

“If you don’t, people will say you’re frigid…” Ellie with a sing-song warning.

“I guess. He’s going to suck just like the rest of them.”

Miguel was again surprised. That someone as attractive as Tiffany should have no other option than to go for the gym rat who was pursuing her, because otherwise her peers would think her some kind of loser.

He said: “Why don’t you just tell him how to make you feel good?”

Silence. Miguel felt his insides go into total nuclear meltdown. His inner temperature must have soared into the millions of degrees, his stomach was bubbling as the flesh boiled, his kidneys were merging with his liver and his heart was having seizures. Any moment the President was going to have to call FEMA, evacuate the area, declare a state of emergency.

Had he really just said that out loud?

Had he really said it loud enough for them to hear?

Oh. My. God.

He felt five pairs of female eyes slowly descend on his slight, cowering form. The air was thick with the tension of unrestrained anger and venom. How dare this stranger listen in on their conversation? How dare this loser geek infringe on their own private gathering! What a complete freak for butting in!

He could imagine all the insults flying his way, the squeals of horror, the cutting criticism.

But there was only silence.

Then Tiffany said: “Uh… I don’t think so. Guys do not want to hear a girl telling them what to do. Especially when it comes to that.”

It was as though being right was far more important to Tiffany than pointing out what a complete loser Miguel was for eavesdropping and butting in.

Miguel again found his mouth betraying him. “You ever try it?” he asked.

Having been sitting side-on to him, the pretty brunette turned her head to him now, her gaze fixing right on him. He felt a burst of searing energy jolt through his heart as her stunning blue eyes latched on his face, and she was actually looking at him.

“I don’t need to try it to know they can’t handle it,” she said.

“And you can’t force them to deal with it? To do what you want?”

“Uh, no. I do want to have a social life.”

“What’s the point in sleeping with them if they don’t satisfy you?”

He could not believe he was talking to such a gorgeous girl about sleeping with someone.

“Because let’s face it, we’re not going to get better elsewhere,” she said.

Her friends were silent, not quite knowing what was going on. Who was this stranger? Why was he arguing with Tiffany? Was he nuts? Was he drunk? Was he abusing his prescription?

“Sure you are,” Miguel said, then felt his mouth really running out of control again as the words just seemed to fall out: “Someone as attractive as you could get better anywhere.”

He saw Tiffany’s cheeks flush slightly, and suddenly felt bad, that he’d embarrassed her in front of her friends. He didn’t mean to do that, not at all.

But she seemed to brush past it, re-asserting herself to regain the high ground, insisting: “If a girl tells a guy what to do, it’s like demeaning his masculinity.”

“And that’s based on what evidence? Gossip Girl?”

Tiffany rolled her eyes, and Miguel heard one of her friends chuckle. She said: “You have no idea.”

He felt his insides cooling down a little, but they were still fluttering full of butterflies. Jeez, he was being bold. This was actually fun. Talking back to a member of the opposite sex like this – who would have thought?

Miguel got the feeling he’d never see these girls again – so what the hell if he made a fool out of himself in front of them?

He said: “Because I’m a guy, I have no idea what guys think?”

“That’s not what I said,” she huffed.

“That’s what it sounded like.”