Diane’s 2nd Day of College [F18]

“You need to eat more than that before practice,” Devyn said, looking at the pile of green salad with a few pieces of chicken that Diane sat down with at the cafeteria.

“I need to drop a few pounds to get my times down, Dev,” Diana replied, diving into the greens.

“Yeah, but you’re gonna totally run out of gas. Your times will be shit. I’m telling you… trust me…,” she assured.

“I know how many calories this is, and I need a deficit.”

“Well… if you were dieting, sure… but you’re an athlete. You need to perform. Just think of food like fuel,” she assured.

Diana looked at Devyn’s plate and there was a big heap of pasta, meat sauce, a small salad, and four glasses of water. There were no sweets, no sodas, no processed foods.

“Fine,” Diane agreed and fetched half the portion of pasta that her skinny, toned roommate had.

This was the first pasta that Diane had eaten in nearly five months and it was like meeting an old friend. The carbs danced in her mouth and it was almost better than sex, but not quite. Diane had been pounding the pavement during track practice since walking on her college’s cross-country team, but that’s not the kind of pounding she wanted to be doing. Last night, one of the football players, Marcus, a tall, jacked specimen who would have been fighting in the gladiator pits a millennia ago, had noticed her running while he was on the field and had the good fortune of being on her floor in the dorms. After a bit of flirting during an impromptu meeting in the hallway, the freshman girl had swallowed every drop of Marcus’ sperm. She would have preferred to taken him deep inside of her pussy, but the young man was ill prepared and didn’t have a condom and Diane was smart enough not to get knocked up on her very first day of college. Not that she wouldn’t have screamed like a banshee if she had, indeed, let that Adonis, whom, incidentally, was taking her out on their first date Friday night, penetrate her without a condom.

*I’m always doing things backwards!* Diane had scolded herself, while laughing.

She swallowed Marcus’ cum before their first date, she sucked Brian, her previous, and only, lover’s cock before they had ever kissed, and now, she was running college track having never played a sport in high school.

“I hate that I’m the worst one on the team!” Diane complained to her roommate Devyn.

“Diane, you’re just starting out… if you were instantly good at something you had never done before, then you’re not challenging yourself! I promise you’ll improve and, really soon, people will be chasing you!”

“Ok, I trust you,” Diane smiled.

“So… what happened last night? Who was that boy?”

“Well… that is Marcus and we’re going out this Friday night,” Diane beamed.

“Oh my God! How did you get a guy on your first day?”

“I was walking back from the shower and he said he saw me running with you earlier… he’s one of the football players who was on the field while we were at practice.”

“I love dating other athletes! Ok, go on!”

“Well, he flirted with me and I was just in my towel and he just looked… yum… but I left without giving him my number or anything. Then, when I was in the room getting dressed, he knocked on the door and asked me out on a date… it was super sweet. In the hallway he was all ‘Mr. Football’ but at the door he was a little puppy dog…”

Diane let the story stop there because she knew Devyn was sitting on pins and needles.

“Yeah, that’s awesome but how did he wind up in your bed?” Devyn begged.

“Well, I opened the door to say ‘Yes’ to him, when he asked me out… and he just looked so good… and I loved that he chased me… and he only asked me out… he wasn’t trying to get with me at all… and I was still in my towel… so I let him in… but we didn’t have sex.”

“I saw you both naked! Congratulations by the way… such a hottie… but I don’t believe you didn’t sleep with that boy!”

“He didn’t have a condom and I was not letting him just go inside of me… so we went down on each other,” Diane said, with a wink.

“Did… did you both… finish?”

“Oh, he knew what he was doing… and so do I,” Diane smiled.

“So… what did you do with it… did you put it in a tissue?”

“No, I swallowed him up!”

“Ugh! Goddess!” Devyn praised.

“Yeah, but now we have to run, and I’m terrified of the workout,” Diane admitted.

“Ok, I’ll tell you when to push and when to cruise. You just gotta keep at it. I promise you’ll get there!”

“Ok,” Diane hoped.

The pair finished their lunch, drank their waters, then changed into workout gear and walked to the spot they met the other girls the previous day. Just like yesterday, the football team was on the adjacent field.

“Are you Diane?” A green eyed, wiry girl asked.

“Yes,” she replied nervously.

“I’m Natalie… I’m the captain of this team,” she explained.

“Oh… nice to meet you,” she nervously replied.

Natalie smiled coldly and just stood in front of her, holding a dead stare.

Diane fidgeted, feeling incredibly uncomfortable until Devyn stood next to her, giving her moral support.

Natalie shook her head and walked away.

“What was that about?” Diane asked Devyn.

“No idea,” Devyn answered.

Just then the coach arrived and said his famous line, “Ok Kate, Nat… warm ‘em up!”

The girl’s broke into their run around the track.

Diane was feeling incredibly offput by Natalie’s confrontation.

*She probably thinks I don’t belong on the team*, Diane assumed.

Then Diane noticed the football players were all looking at them more closely than the previous day. She also heard the girls chattering amongst themselves. Diane was getting that old feeling that people were plotting to be mean to her, like when she was in high school and the popular girls would make fun of her weight. Despite the sinking feeling, Devyn ran right next to her and it made her feel safe.

The team concluded their one-mile warm-up and then circled up to stretch. With all of the girls in view of each other, Diane was now certain that she was the subject of conversation. Every girl looked at her and their faces were not pleasant. She looked over at Natalie and daggers were stared back at her. Then Diane looked at Devyn next to her. Devyn could tell something was amiss, but she smiled back at Diane giving her confidence.

“Ok team, today we’re doing ‘Recoveries’,” the coach announced, walking in the middle of the circle.

The group collectively groaned.

“We need to get faster! I was not happy with your times from yesterday and we are not a middling program. When the senior girls were freshman, we won this division and I always said that we have the athletes to be back on top! Now, break up into three groups!”

“What are we doing?” Diane asked Devyn.

“No idea,” she replied.

One of the assistant coaches walked up to the group as Natalie and another girl divided the team into three bunches of about ten girls. Natalie walked up to the starting line of the track and yelled “Go!” and her group ran fast on the quarter mile track. The other senior girl, presumably Kate, gathered her group and the moment Natalie’s group hit the halfway point, she yelled “Go!” and they tore off along the track. Devyn and Diane were stuck in the third group and they stood nervously on the start line as Natalie’s group rapidly approached them from behind, finishing their lap.

“Go!” one of the girls in the group yelled, a second before Natalie arrived.

Diane and Devyn launched into a full-on sprint, tearing around the track. Diane simply could not keep up and lagged behind. Just as they crossed the halfway point, she heard Natalie scream “Go!” and the first group started up again. Diane pumped her legs and tried to run faster, but the leaders of her bunch pulled farther away. She finally arrived at the finish line, gasping for breath with Natalie only a hundred yards behind her. The other girls had their hands on their hips and were standing alert and forcing themselves to breath very intensely, almost as if they were giving birth. Diane did the same and felt as if she was getting a larger amount of precious air into her lungs. A moment later, Natalie was feet away from her.

“Go!”

Diane simply could not run at the same speed as the other girls, and every lap she did worse and worse. After lap ten, Natalie finally caught her.

“On your left, slut!” Natalie sneered.

*What!* Diane screamed in her head. She was beyond exhausted, but the insult shocked her.

Devyn, along with all of the other girls in her group also heard what Natalie said.

“Go!”

The distraction hurt Diane’s focus and she struggled even more. As she neared the end of her lap, Natalie caught her again.

“ON YOUR LEFT!” she yelled, nudging Diane away with her shoulder.

“GO!” One of the girl’s yelled, the instant Diane arrived, giving her zero rest.

The entire premise of the workout was to run faster and then recover during the time it took the other team to run half a lap. In Diane’s case, there was no rest because Natalie kept catching her. She couldn’t keep it up.

“Drop a group, Diane! Drop a group!” one of the coaches yelled.

“Wha?” Diane gasped.

“Wait one group!” he clarified.

“Oh, thank God!” She groaned and, regretfully, left Devyn’s group and stood with the girls in Natalie’s group while she sucked in precious air.

“I heard you were much faster than this, Diane?” Natalie taunted the girl.

Diane had no energy to talk and simply focused on breathing. She knew she didn’t have long.

“Go!” Natalie yelled.

The next lap, Diane made the decision to drop another group and leave Natalie’s fascist troop. The extra forty seconds of rest was a dream for the girl. Finally, after twenty laps, the coach ended the practice. The girl’s circled back up to stretch and then walked back up the hill as a team.

“What was Natalie saying to you, Diane?” Devyn puzzled.

“She was calling her a slut,” one of the seniors who was not Nat or Kate interjected.

“What?” Diane burst out.

“Yeah, we heard you were walking back from the showers in your towel and one of the football players told you to take it off and you went in his room and he fucked you,” she belittled.

“That is such a lie!” Devyn yelled, sticking up for her roommate.

“Just what I heard,” the girl responded, walking away.

“Natalie!” Devyn yelled.

“Please don’t,” Diane whispered.

Devyn shushed her friend.

“Natalie!” Devyn repeated.

“What do you want, Freshman?”
“Quit making up rumors about my friend!” she yelled.

“Not rumors if they’re true… all the seniors on the football team heard one of their little frosh boned ‘Track Tits’… saw her walking around the dorms in just a towel and she fucked him a minute after they met… just took off the towel,” Natalie intimidated.

“Track Tits?” Devyn growled.

“Yeah, that’s what the football players nicknamed Diane,” Natalie explained, squaring off, trying to intimidate Devyn.

“Oh, you wish you had her boobs… and that boy asked her out on a date for Friday and then they hooked up, but she did not fuck him… he’s a liar! Trying to show off and making shit up!” Devyn growled.

“What you just took off your towel and made out?” Natalie nastily directed at Diane.

Diane was frozen. This was her world, being intimidated by someone higher in social standing, being ‘Miss Personality’. Then, something clicked inside of Diane’s head. She wasn’t ‘Miss Personality’ anymore. She was beautiful and she was being defended by a girl who would have been the queen bee of her old high school.

“How dare you, Natalie!” Diane spoke up.

“Excuse me?”

“Some boys tell you a rumor about me and your first instinct is to trash your teammate? That is not cool!” Diane barked, surprising herself.

“Well… I mean… listen!” Natalie tried to reassert.

“No! You listen to me! I did take a shower… like any normal person after practice… and that boy did talk to me in the hallway, but then I went to *MY* room… then *LATER* he knocked on MY door, and yeah, I was still in my towel, but I had been playing with my phone… and he very sweetly asked for my number and asked me out for this Friday at seven pm… and *THEN* we hooked up, but we *DID NOT* have sex… but even if we did, who fucking cares?”

Natalie was on her back heels. Then Devyn went in for the kill.

“You should really support other women and not slut shame… especially not your teammates… aren’t you a captain?” Devyn cursed.

Natalie looked genuinely embarrassed and shameful.

“I am going to fucking kill Marcus!” Diane yelled.

Then, something magical happened. All of the other girls smiled at Diane. A few of them touched her shoulder. Several of them scowled at Natalie.

“Listen… umm… I’m sorry, Diane… I was wrong to do that… I just… I’m sorry,” Natalie stumbled, apologizing. She knew the tide had turned and she no longer had the group behind her.

“…Goddess…,” Devyn whispered to Diane as they walked back to their dorm.

As soon as she arrived, Marcus’ door was closed and didn’t respond to her knocking. She texted him over and over and did not get a response.

“That workout was killer,” Diane said to Devyn in their room.

“You! You are a killer! You shut Natalie down so hard!” Devyn praised.

“No, sweetie… you were the one who stuck up for me! I love you for that!” Diane replied with a tear streaming down her face.

“Goddess!” Devyn said, standing up, arms outstretched.

“Goddess.” Diane replied, wrapping her arms around her.

At that moment, Diane’s phone buzzed with an incoming text from Marcus:

*Hey!*

*I told one guy and he told everyone… it got way out of control*

*I’m sorry.*

*Can we still go out Friday?*

“Oh, what a pussy!” Devyn cursed, reading over Diane’s shoulder.

“Yeah, totally,” Diane agreed.

“Are you going to text him back?”

“I’m texting Brian back,” Diane replied, confidently.

“Are… are you going to make Brian fight him?”

“What? Oh, God no! I’m going to hook up with Brian!”

“Goddess!” Devyn praised.

Diane’s university was at least an hour drive away and Brian was at least seven text messages deep into Diane’s SMS with no response.

*Hey! Come get me right now.* Diane texted.

Seconds later she got her response.

*What’s the address, I’ll be there ASAP!*

Diane gave her dorm’s address and used Google to estimate it would take Brain an hour and twenty-two minutes.

“I think you should walk Brian right past Marcus’ door!” Devyn snickered.

“Hmmm…. That would be fun… but I don’t know… I don’t want that drama and I certainly don’t want Marcus telling all his friends that I had different guy the very next day… I’m pretty ok with ‘Track Tits’ but I don’t want to be ‘Track Slut’,” Diane calculated.

“How about ‘Track Goddess’?” Devyn winked.

“I’ll meet him downstairs and leave campus for the night,” Diane decided.

“Text me! Just text me all night! I need to know you’re safe!” Devyn insisted.

“Safe? I thought you just wanted those deets!” Diane joked.

“I want both!” Devyn laughed.

Diane ran to the shower and then ran back to the room. Marcus was nowhere to be seen. She put on a pair of her new jeans and a tank top that really made her tits pop.

“You look SOOOO good!” Devyn complimented.

“When is Aiden going to come over? I need to meet this guy!”

“Oh my God, I didn’t tell you! This weekend he’s driving up!”

*I’m here. Downstairs.* Brian texted at that moment.

Diane grabbed her purse and then, jokingly, kissed Devyn goodbye on the cheek like she was a husband leaving for work.

“Have a good day at the office, dear! Buy milk on your way home!” Devyn called out the dorm room door.

Diane smiled. She loved how things were going, even with the hiccup of Marcus. Still, she wasn’t really upset at him at all. At first, she was angry but then she realized that he couldn’t help but brag that he had hooked up with her. Five months ago, she would never have imagined that a guy as hot as Marcus would brag. The real reason she had called Brian was she wanted to be penetrated and had been looking forward, all day, to squeezing Marcus’ cock inside of her. She would have preferred to have forgiven Marcus but knew that if she punished Marcus, she would win the respect of all of the girls on the team and she desperately wanted to belong. Still, she didn’t want Marcus to know about Brian. In her mind, Marcus was so much better of a prospect for being her boyfriend. Just as Diane reached the ground floor of the dorms, she could see Brian’s beat up truck idling outside the door. Then she saw Marcus walking in with all of his football buddies.

“Shit!” Diane cursed.

Before they saw her, she ran back into the stairwell, up the steps and opened the door to the second floor, which was not hers and Marcus’. She waited there for a few moments, pretending to be on her phone. A few seconds later, one of the boys who had been walking with Marcus emerged out of the door and his eyes popped when he saw her. He looked straight into her eyes, then down her tank, then back to her eyes. He acted like he was going to say something to her, but then just walked down the hall, turning back to look at her twice.

Diane cursed in her head.

Quickly she rushed back down the stairs, peered out of the door, and, upon seeing the coast was clear, scurried out and jumped into the passenger side of Brian’s truck.

“Hey! How are you? I was hoping you’d text! You look… fantastic!” Brian rattled off now that the girl was in his car.

“Oh, thanks! So do you… let’s go!” Diane responded without even looking at him. Her eyes were fixed out the window looking for anyone wearing the telltale clothing of a football player.

“Wait! Where *are* we going?” Brian pressed.

Diane just wanted to get off campus and away from anyone who might be on the football team or girl’s track team. Then she realized how hungry she was as her stomach gurgled.

“Food. I am so hungry!”

“Oh…ok! But I have no idea what to eat around here… plus I’m really trying to restrict my eating to six small meals a day and I’ve already eaten all but one,” Brian replied, stopping short of admitting that he had saved his sixth meal to be eaten after he had sex with her as a ‘recovery meal’. Now he wondered if he was going to have sex with her at all. Diane’s desire to leave campus instantly had made Brian insecure. As he drove on campus, it was a harsh reminder that Brian had never gone to college; not a good college, like Diane was attending. After high school, Brian had taken a semester at community college, but without his parents hounding him to stay on top of his studies, he goofed around and failed all of his classes. Despite being a very mediocre student in high school, he had loaded up on science classes, wanting to be a biologist or maybe even a veterinarian. After the one semester fiasco, Brian struggled to find a job. He had absolutely zero skills and the only places hiring were at the mall working at a horrible restaurants that specialized in serving rapidly prepared meals to thrifty shoppers and seniors who came in to walk the mall. In between shifts is where he met the recruiter for the Army. Brian signed up with gusto and bragged to his friends how he wanted to go for Ranger training or sniper school. What Brian didn’t know was that only a very small percentage of soldiers did anything close to what he saw in the movies and, as an enlisted Private, with no college education, was assigned the Cooks and was doing almost the exact same thing he was at the mall. Still, he loved that he got to wear his uniform around and most people assumed he went to Iraq and braved roadside bombs and insurgents, not scrambled eggs at Fort Bliss.

“I feel like Jon Snow! I joined the night’s watch just to be a steward!” Brian had joked in the kitchen.

“You make that same stupid joke every fucking day! Shut the fuck up! Now hurry up and use those two masturbaters you named Khaleesi and Jamie Fucking Lannister and open every one of those cans of beans in the crate! We gotta feed almost forty-thousand hungry men ASAFP!”

“It’s Cersi Lannister… Jamie was a guy!” Brain tried to correct the Corporal in charge of that aspect of the kitchen who was the same age as Brian.

Brian was never an athlete in high school, he was just one of those guys who blended in and never did much. His teachers and guidance counsellor had concluded he most likely had a mild form of autism where he would relish in uncomplicated repetitive tasks. This benefited Brian greatly in the military because everything was an uncomplicated, repetitive task. He ate on a schedule and exercised on a schedule. It was truly one of the happiest times of his life, except for the fact that he was never meeting any women. He’d go on weekend leave with his buddies, and they would all try to sleep with girls, sometimes succeeding, but Brian felt that living on the base with thousands of other men was really hurting his ability to get laid. This was especially true because he wasn’t an officer and didn’t have a cool car. In order to compensate, Brian doubled down on working on his body so women would be impressed with his physique and this seemed to work. After four years he decided not to re-enlist and started at the gym as a trainer, claiming his military experience made him the ideal fitness coach. Brian knew he was an underachiever and made up for his insecurities building his muscles and allowing people to believe he was an Army veteran who saw combat and not kitchenware.

It had been less than a week since Brian had quit his job at the gym to follow Diane out the door and he had been sorely regretting that decision. He thought he would figure out a new path, but things had not worked out well. Brian had made an appointment with a loan officer at a local bank to finance a business he wanted to start that involved a post-workout recovery drink. The man at the bank had expected Brian to show up with a business plan, projected profit and loss statements, and pitch deck. Brian wore a tight fitting short-sleeved shirt to show off his muscles and flexed for the man stating, ‘these results speak for themselves’. The man concluded the meeting immediately and wouldn’t even let Brian explain his business. Hearing from Diane was a life raft floated in his direction.

“What were you thinking about for food?” Brian asked Diane.

“I just trained two hours ago and I’m starving… anything with protein,” Diane begged.

“Oh shit! You’re crashing! Let’s go get you a Quest bar… pretty good for post workout,” Brian babbled.

“Fine!” Diane blurted back and then relaxed immensely when Brian put his truck into gear and pulled away from the dorms.

They went to a CVS and Brian ran inside and came back five minutes later with bar and a bottle of Gatorade Zero that Diane consumed rapidly.

“Are you sure this is good?” Diane asked.

“For post workout recovery, you want carbs AND protein AND electrolytes. Your muscles need to replenish all of those things. Now, this Gatorade Zero has a lot of chemicals in it but it’s fine in a pinch…” Brian explained.

Diane didn’t care. She was dying for anything. As soon as she finished eating, she noticed that Brian had dressed up for her, but in a very sad and pathetic way. He was wearing a polo shirt and khakis, but they didn’t really fit him well. The clothes were not very expensive and he had on black shoes, but they weren’t even real leather; they more closely resembled black sneakers masquerading as dress shoes. Diane had also never been inside Brian’s truck and it was worse than she imagined. There was a distinct odor that resembled old coffee. The seats had rips and there was a tiny crack in the windshield. Diane’s parents always leased new cars every three years.

“Own your home, lease your car if you want to drive a new one… cars are a depreciating asset, Diane, remember that!” her father had always told her.

“So… what do you want to do now?” Brian asked, nervously. He had still not kissed her, and he was starting to worry the drive out to see her wasn’t going to result in sex. When he got the text from her, he was sitting on his couch playing Madden football with his roommates.

“Holy shit! Diane just texted… I’m headed out!”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“The hot college girl I trained and banged here last week!”

“Dude, she doesn’t exist. I do not believe you had sex in the middle of the day with a hot girl. It didn’t happen!”

“I guess it’s not going to happen twice!” Brian retorted and rapidly changed his clothes and bombed down the highway to pick her up.

Now that he had her in his car, he was struggling with a plan to do anything with her.

“Oh, I thought you’d think of something for us to do,” Diane replied, starting to feel bored.

“Well… we only hung out once before this and… doing that again is an option,” Brian suggested.

“We hung out a lot, Brian… you trained me, like, forever!” Diane pushed back.

“I trained you like a few times!” Brian replied.

*Holy Shit… he thinks fat Diane and I are two different girls!* Diane surmised.

“We could do what we did last time,” Diane smiled.

“Great… so… should we head back to your dorm?” Brian asked.

*No way!* Diane screamed in her head.

“No… my roommate is there… I’m not going to kick her out,” Diane pushed back.

“Well… just for a little while she could do something else,” Brian pressed.

*I’m starting to get annoyed*, Diane thought.

“And then what? She comes and hang out with us in the room? Just get a hotel, Brian,” Diane demanded.

“Oh… duh! Yeah, ok!” Brian blurted.

He pulled out his phone and started looking for hotels in the area, he quickly zeroed in on a Holiday Inn Express that was running a deal for seventy-nine dollars.

“This looks pretty good!” Brian muttered to himself.

“No! I’m not going to some dirty, cheap hotel and sleeping with you!”

“Oh… Ok,” Brian responded, quieting up and going back to his phone.

After another minute of annoying scrolling, Brian showed Diane the Homeward Suites for one-hundred-nineteen dollars.

“If we’re going to do this then I want to have sex in a nice hotel, not a dump… try harder, Brian,” Diane demanded.

*If he makes one more mistake, I’m going to make him take me home!* Diane wailed in her head.

“You pick,” Brian finally decided on.

*All men are such idiots!* Diane screamed in her head.

She pulled out her phone and searched for four- and five-star hotels near me. She instantly found a Westin that was only a couple of miles away and the standard room was three hundred.

“Book this!” she said, showing him the phone.

“That’s a bit out of my budget… I really think the Homeward Suites is nice… I stayed there once with my ex…”

“Maybe you should just take me home, Brian,” Diane breathed.

Brian looked at the steering wheel then glanced over at Diane. Her plunging neckline gave him an immaculate view of her perfect eighteen-year-old double-d breasts. Her face was just stunning, and she somehow looked like she had gotten hotter, more toned, and in better shape over the last week since he saw her.

“The Westin will be fun… let’s go!” Brian declared and pulled out of the CVS parking lot and used his phone to punch in the directions for the Maps.

*This is probably going to be the last time I ever see Brian!* Diane said to herself.

They arrived at the hotel and Diane was embarrassed to get out of the old truck that Brian parked by the valet. In his khakis and polo, Brian looked like he worked at Best Buy. Diane had on her expensive jeans and her new heels.

*I think my clothes cost more than his car!* Diane bemoaned.

“Sir! Can I have the keys?” the valet yelled to Brian.

“No, I’m just going in real quick and get a room.”

“I’m still going to need your keys!”
“I’m not going to valet, I’m going to self-park,” Brian tried to explain.

“You can’t leave your car here! Either self-park or give me your keys.”

“Brian, give him your keys,” Diane whispered, with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“It’s, like, super expensive to valet!” Brian whispered back.

“I’ll be right back!” Brian yelled.

The man threw his arms up in the air.

Inside the hotel, Diane felt incredibly awkward. She feared everyone knew she was there to have sex. She waited in line with Brian for what felt like forever before he got to the front.

“I’m just going to go to the ladies,” Diane whispered to the, now nervously, sweating, man.

She clicked her heels down the hallway, went into the ladies’ room, placed her hands on the sink and exhaled.

“This was a terrible idea!” Diane commiserated. “I wish I was with Devyn back in our room!”

Then she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked stunning.

“This is the best I’ve ever looked in my life!” Diane said to herself smiling. She looked at her face, her cheekbones, her hair, her cleavage, then she turned her body to view her ass.

“The best!” she smiled again, “but what do I really want?”

Her entire body hurt from the workouts and the heels were causing her feet to cramp, but she was incredibly pleased.

“You know what… I want to give Marcus ONE more chance! But I want to have sex right now so I’m going to fuck Brian in a lovely hotel room even though he is totally ruining it by being so stupid!”

She then turned on her heel and walked back out to the lobby. Brian was nowhere to be seen.

“Ugh… where is he?” she puzzled.

Diane pulled out her phone and texted Brian. A moment later she got a response.

*Parking. BRB*

“This man is ridiculous!” she muttered.

She sat on a plush couch on the lobby and pulled out her phone and saw that she had several text messages from both Marcus and Devyn. Marcus’ text messages were needy attempts at her attention and Devyn just asked if she was safe. Diane answered her new best friend back first.

*Totally good, D!*

*Where are you?* Devyn wrote back.

*Westin but if anyone asks make something up ;)*

*Goddess!*

Then she wrote back Marcus.

*Friday. You can explain yourself on our date.*

The she closed her phone and muted the alerts. It seemed like ten minutes until Brian came bounding back inside. When he finally arrived, he looked frazzled but was smiling and held out his hand to help her out of the chair.

“Everything ok?” Diane asked.

“Oh… yeah… fine! Are you ready?” he asked, excited but frazzled.

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