Black Hole

Missy and Jeanne were sitting in Missy’s dorm room. Missy was continuing her instruction to Jeanne in how to act normal. They were having fruit juice and vodka drinks.
Jeanne asked, “So, I’m not ever supposed to show a boy that I like him?”
“You’ve got it. If you show them that you like them, there’s nothing you can do anymore. He knows it, and he will always want your tits and your ass.” Missy gestured towards her own as she said it.
“What about my vag?” Jeanne gestured as she said it.
“Well, that too. But it doesn’t roll off the tongue quite the same way.”
Jeanne was laughing at Missy’s silliness while drunk.
“Okay, but to be serious here, you really can’t let a boy know you like him. They’re the ones that have to let you know. This way, we can keep the upper hand.”
“Well, how does it help?”
“Okay, number one, you tell a boy you like him, and unless he’s gay or you’re nasty, and you’re not nasty—so this should never happen to you—unless he’s gay—he’s going to hook up with you—and probably even if he is gay he’s going to hook up with you. Okay, so telling a boy you like him equals getting hooked up with. This is because you’re gorgeous, if you were not gorgeous, I might say, go ahead, tell a boy you like him, because it’s not like you’d have anything better going on.”
“Well, what about what you did today at the beach, blatantly letting that guy see your tits. Isn’t that telling him you like him? He didn’t hook up with you.”
“That’s because you were with me, and you had your top on. If you had your top off, believe me, he would have abandoned his workout.”
“Isn’t that kind of exhibitionistic?”
“Yes, it definitely is, I admit it. But you’ve got to admit that it was a lot of fun. That look on his face.”
“Well, are we just going to sit here all night?”
“I could give that boy I met last night a call.”
“Okay.”
“It might be a good chance to test out being normal for you.”
“Super.”
Missy opened up her cell phone and picked out the newest name in her contact list—Marcus.
Jeanne stood up and checked herself in the mirror.
“You’re going to a party, again? Did you like that one last night?”
Jeanne flipped the back of her hair up, checking to see if it might look better that way.
“This one’s even crazier?”
Jeanne looked at her shoes. She didn’t think it was outré to wear Converse yet.
“Okay, well we’ll meet you over there, I guess.”
Jeanne looked at how her shirt sculpted her body. She didn’t have quite an hourglass shape to her, though she was noticeably thinner than usual.
“Let’s go get a cab.” Missy suggested.