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, I told myself; s top being so vain.
While we were talking, he'd led me down the hall and into a rec room complete with pool tables and other distractions. At the back of the room there was a meeting room sectioned off by a glass wall. Tables, couches, and chairs had been set up inside and a wide-screen TV was set into the wall on one end. A few people were already inside chatting with each other.
“This is where we meet,” Noah said, as he swung open the door.
The conversations inside broke off upon our arrival. Two girls sat on one of the sofas, a slim black guy lay sprawled out on the floor, and a burly white guy sat in one of the chairs.
“Hey, Noah,” the burly guy called and was echoed by the others.
“Hey guys, this is Killian,” Noah introduced me. “That's Olivia and Felicia on the couch, Anthony on the floor and Everett in the chair.”
I wasn't sure which of the girls was Olivia and which was Felicia, but they were similar enough in appearance that I doubted I could have told them apart anyway. They were both average-sized, with short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and not a hint of make-up. They both wore glasses and shapeless, oversized sweatshirts over faded jeans. They almost looked like twins, but something about the way they were sitting made me think they might be lovers.
“You can call me Tony,” Anthony said from his reclined position. He had the thin, lithe body of a dancer and sharp, chiseled features that made him look like an ebony statue come to life. I gave him a wave.
“Ooh, fresh meat,” Everett said with a smile that let me know he was only joking. Even sitting down it was easy to see that he was a giant, but a gentle one if my initial impressions were accurate-and they usually are. He dwarfed the chair he was sitting in. He had curly reddish brown hair with a matching goatee and greenish-blue eyes.
“Careful, Ev ,” Noah chuckled, “he's taken.”
“Figures,” the big guys snorted, “All the good ones are either taken or straight.”
I sat in the center of one of the other couches and Noah sat to one side of me as another group of students made their way across the rec room in our direction. The group I'd met outside had now grown with several additions. More introductions were made, the names no longer really getting connected to faces as more and more people arrived. A few I recognized from a couple of my classes, but I didn't know any of them by name. I was actually kind of surprised to learn that they were gay; but then I remembered that just because they came to these meetings didn't necessarily mean they were gay. It was a gay/ straight alliance after all.
Peter called the meeting to order and, as predicted, they played one of those annoying name games. Everyone had to say their name, major and what type of underwear they favored. In case you're wondering, the girls favored bikini style panties and boxers held a slight lead for the guys. As for the guy/girl ratio, it was fairly even. There was one person there who could have given the girls a narrow majority if I could have figured out whether they were male or female.
Peter was just about ready to begin the meeting proper when a very pretty Hispanic girl burst into the meeting room. She was on the short side with long, glossy black hair, beautiful brown eyes, and pouty red lips. She was wearing a tight sweater and even tighter jeans that showed off her shapely figure, a small black leather backpack was slung across her back.
“And Valora makes her grand entrance as always,” Ray mumbled under his breath as he made a note in the notebook he held in his lap. He had sat on the other side of me and if I hadn't been sitting next to him, I probably wouldn't have heard him.
“Sorry. I'm late,” she said in a lightly accented
While we were talking, he'd led me down the hall and into a rec room complete with pool tables and other distractions. At the back of the room there was a meeting room sectioned off by a glass wall. Tables, couches, and chairs had been set up inside and a wide-screen TV was set into the wall on one end. A few people were already inside chatting with each other.
“This is where we meet,” Noah said, as he swung open the door.
The conversations inside broke off upon our arrival. Two girls sat on one of the sofas, a slim black guy lay sprawled out on the floor, and a burly white guy sat in one of the chairs.
“Hey, Noah,” the burly guy called and was echoed by the others.
“Hey guys, this is Killian,” Noah introduced me. “That's Olivia and Felicia on the couch, Anthony on the floor and Everett in the chair.”
I wasn't sure which of the girls was Olivia and which was Felicia, but they were similar enough in appearance that I doubted I could have told them apart anyway. They were both average-sized, with short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and not a hint of make-up. They both wore glasses and shapeless, oversized sweatshirts over faded jeans. They almost looked like twins, but something about the way they were sitting made me think they might be lovers.
“You can call me Tony,” Anthony said from his reclined position. He had the thin, lithe body of a dancer and sharp, chiseled features that made him look like an ebony statue come to life. I gave him a wave.
“Ooh, fresh meat,” Everett said with a smile that let me know he was only joking. Even sitting down it was easy to see that he was a giant, but a gentle one if my initial impressions were accurate-and they usually are. He dwarfed the chair he was sitting in. He had curly reddish brown hair with a matching goatee and greenish-blue eyes.
“Careful, Ev ,” Noah chuckled, “he's taken.”
“Figures,” the big guys snorted, “All the good ones are either taken or straight.”
I sat in the center of one of the other couches and Noah sat to one side of me as another group of students made their way across the rec room in our direction. The group I'd met outside had now grown with several additions. More introductions were made, the names no longer really getting connected to faces as more and more people arrived. A few I recognized from a couple of my classes, but I didn't know any of them by name. I was actually kind of surprised to learn that they were gay; but then I remembered that just because they came to these meetings didn't necessarily mean they were gay. It was a gay/ straight alliance after all.
Peter called the meeting to order and, as predicted, they played one of those annoying name games. Everyone had to say their name, major and what type of underwear they favored. In case you're wondering, the girls favored bikini style panties and boxers held a slight lead for the guys. As for the guy/girl ratio, it was fairly even. There was one person there who could have given the girls a narrow majority if I could have figured out whether they were male or female.
Peter was just about ready to begin the meeting proper when a very pretty Hispanic girl burst into the meeting room. She was on the short side with long, glossy black hair, beautiful brown eyes, and pouty red lips. She was wearing a tight sweater and even tighter jeans that showed off her shapely figure, a small black leather backpack was slung across her back.
“And Valora makes her grand entrance as always,” Ray mumbled under his breath as he made a note in the notebook he held in his lap. He had sat on the other side of me and if I hadn't been sitting next to him, I probably wouldn't have heard him.
“Sorry. I'm late,” she said in a lightly accented
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