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 Snuggle Buddies, Part 2 of ?  by The Eternal Student,
anothereternalstudent@gmail.com M/F, Cons, Rom, Oral, Mast, Teasing

   Two lonely, single college students push the boundaries of platonic love
and help each other with their most basic human instincts.

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descriptions of college aged (18+) people engaging in consensual sexual
(and romantic) activities, so if that sort of thing offends you, you'd be
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   Beeeeep.  Beeeeep.  Beeeeep.

   I opened my eyes, staring up at the blaring phone, about ready to begin
my normal morning routine of swearing profusely at the alarm and falling
out of bed.  Then, I noticed the warmth of another body next to me in bed,
and the events of the past nights flew back to me, clearing the fog from my
head and putting a smile back on my face.

   "Is it really time to get up already?", Gigi asked with a yawn.

   "Yup, that it is, but I'm happy to wake up like this.  It's not every
day that I wake up next to a beautiful, naked girl."

   She laughed.  "Talk about a good way to start the day, right?"

   Smiling, I got up and threw on my robe.  I brought her over her
overnight bag, then gave her a big kiss.

   "I suppose that leaving the room while you change would be a bit on the
pointless side, right?"

   She laughed and got out of the bed, still completely naked.  Then she
spread her arms and said "Well, the damage is done.  I guess I can change
now."

   I laughed, then sat back and did my best to not stare too fixedly at her
while she changed.

   "Oh, just watch.  It's cute, anyways"

   Smiling, I gazed upon her as she put a little show into putting on every
article of clothing.  Finally, her pants on, she smiled and adjusted her
belt.  "Well, I'm gonna go drop my stuff off, then go to my appointment and
go back and take a shower at my dorm.  Should I just give you a call when
I'm done with everything?"

   "Sounds like a plan, I should be done running errands before you're
back, so just give me a holler when you're ready."

   We both smiled, and I gave her a kiss on the cheek as she left.  Once
she had left, I sat down and went through the morning motions, checking my
e-mail, going through the night's news and checking my favorite sites. 
After sorting through everything, just as I was about to grab my shower
stuff and head down the hall, the phone rang.

   "Hello?"

   "Jim, you're not gonna believe this," Gigi replied, seemingly out of
breath.

   "Oh, Hey Gigi, what happened?"

   "So you know my roomie Cindy?"

   "The wannabe Nun?"

   "Yeah.  Well, I came back early and walked into the room and she and her
friend Jackie were sleeping in the same bed," her voice quivering with the
excitement of a schoolgirl with a juicy secret.

   "Yeah..?" I responded hesitantly.  "Don't girls do that all the time at
sleepovers"

   "Yeah, but they were both naked...  and spooning.  Not to mention that
the whole room smelled like sex."

   "Oh boy.." I replied, shocked, "So I suppose she's not a nun after all,
then."

   "She got SO pissed when I walked in." Gigi was barely able to control
her laughter.  "I think she thinks I'm gonna tell the world."

   I started laughing too.  " On the bright side, I don't think she'll give
you much trouble about staying over here more often."

   Gigi suddenly got serious.  "You make it sound like it's going to be a
pattern..."

   A knot instantly formed in my throat.  My thoughts swirled, "Shit Jim,
nice move.  Way to take her for granted." I started to reply, "I'm sorry, I
just.."

   Gigi cut me off.  "Don't worry, don't worry, I hope it's a pattern, I
had a lot of fun.  I just figured I'd keep you on your toes a bit." With
that, she started laughing.

   I tried to supress a sigh of relief, but obviously she heard it over the
phone.

   "So you really thought you'd just talked yourself over a cliff?" Her
sweet voice came as a welcome reprieve.  "That's kinda cute..."

   "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed my reaction." Noting the still somewhat
harsh tone, I lightened up a bit.  "I mean, it will take some time to talk
my heart back down from my throat, but I'll heal."

   She laughed.  "Well, hopefully you'll be all healed up for dinner
tonight?"

   "Most definitely.  Just give me a holler when you're ready to head out!"

   "See you then, I can't wait!" With that, she hung up, and I set to the
morning's preparation.

   Of course, all through the shower I sported an erection, just thinking
about the night to come, having to tie it back with the robe's sash when
walking back to my room.  I finally got ready and headed out for the
bookstore.

   An hour or so later, I walked out of the school bookstore, sporting a
new copy of "El Club Dumas" by Arturo Perez-Reverte for my Modern Spanish
Lit class and a head full of hopes and dreams for the night to come.  As I
turned around and headed back for my dorm, I remembered the protection
dilemma of the night before and promptly changed courses, heading instead
for the Pharmacy on Main Street.

   "Hi there," said the white-haired man behind the counter, "What can I
help you with today?"

   "Ah, well, Hi.  I...  um...  need to buy some...  well..."

   "Ah, condoms.  Alright, any special variety?"

   I was a little taken aback at first, but I'm sure I wasn't the first
awkward college guy he's had in there buying condoms.  "Well, I'm not
exactly sure..."

   "Is the lucky lady allergic to latex?"

   "Well, not that I know of..."

   "Alright...  well, just don't buy too many in case she is, and make sure
to ask her before you go using them."

   "Uhh..  thanks"

   "Trust me son, her throat suddenly swelling shut due to allergies is a
much bigger moodkiller than a quick question."

   I laughed awkwardly.

   "Since you don't look like you've done this before, I'm gonna recommend
these ones right here, they're strong, good quality and not too expensive."

   I nodded.

   "Are you going to need any dental dams?"

   I stared blankly.

   "You know, I wish I didn't have to be the first Sex-Ed you all have."

   I started to apologize, "Sorry, I just..."

   "Calm down, I'm just complaining, when you get to be my age, you earn
that privilege.  A dental dam is a sheet of latex that you use to protect
yourself when you're giving cunnilingus, you know, going down on a girl. 
You can never be too safe."

   I awkwardly rubbed the back of my head.  "Well, yeah, I guess I'd better
get a pack of those too, just to be safe."

   "Good man.  Sounds like you've got a decent head on your shoulders, your
girl should be proud."

   "Uh...  thanks..."

   "I'll tell you what.  It's gonna be $6.55, all said and done.  If you
wanna just give me the cash here, I'll throw these in a prescription bag
and let you walk right by the little lady at the cashier's desk.  I figure
I've embarrassed you enough here already."

   I nodded and handed him $7.00, and he rang it up and bagged everything
up.

   My cheeks still burning red, I thanked the pharmacist and dashed out of
the store.

   On the way back, I consoled myself, realizing that as embarrassing as
that was, buying a pregnancy test would be a thousand times worse.

   I decided that I should eat some lunch before heading back to the dorms,
so I grabbed a seat in a sub shop on main street, ordered a light lunch,
and started leafing through the new book.  However, I soon found my mind
wandering into the future.  "Wow, I can't wait for dinner tonight, I think
I miss her already." Suddenly, I stopped what I was doing.  "Wait...  I
actually miss her...  I'm really looking forward to dinner..." I realized
that it wasn't just about sex.  I really enjoyed her company, and I wanted
to be with her as much as I could.  Then, my smile widened, my heart
awakening to a long absent feeling, that of companionship, and of having
found a great new friend.

   The walk back to my dorm room flew by, and before I knew it, I was back
in my room.  It was 12:15, so Gigi was just getting out of her appointment.
I figured that I had some time, so I cracked open my new book, hoping to
put a dent in it and ease my workload for the next week.  However, I found
myself staring at the pages while my thoughts drifted to the upcoming
night, as usual.  After several attempts to force myself into the book, I
gave up, yielding to my inner dialogue.

   After a hearty discourse between my desirous, pining self and my
rational, intellectual self, I finally reached a happy medium.  "Balance,
Jim," I thought.  "You need to strike a balance.  Enjoy your time alone,
not pining for the future.  If you're happy alone, you'll be twice as happy
together." Somehow, my advice actually sank in, and my mind cleared out for
a bit.

   I dove into the book with a passion, actually getting involved in the
plot rather than staring at the pages, my mind focused and enjoying the
read.

   Suddenly, I was pulled out of the book by the ringing of my phone.

   "Hello?"

   "Hey, I'm ready!", came Gigi's enthusiastic voice.

   "Oh, wow, what time is it?", I replied, slightly shocked.
"3:15, did I wake you up?"
"Oh, no, I was just reading a really good book, I lost track of the

time. I'll be ready in just a few!"

   She laughed.  "Such a bookworm, I guess you really did pick the right
major.  I'm just gonna talk to my roomie for a few minutes, and I'll head
over as soon as I'm done."

   "Yikes," I replied.  "Good luck with that.  Let's hope she's sane about
the whole thing."

   "Yeah, I hear you.  Either way, I'll talk to you in a bit.  I can't wait
to see you!"

   "Me either, see you in a few!"

   I hung up the phone and put on a nicer pair of shorts and a silk shirt,
then went to brush my teeth.  Finally, I sprayed a hint of cologne and lay
down, relaxing quietly on the bed.

   I closed my eyes for what felt like only a second, but when I opened
them, Gigi was looking in at me from the window, smiling.

   I motioned for her to meet me at the side door, and locked up my room,
putting the little white bag from the pharmacy in the closet as I headed
out.

   I met her at the door, and promptly gave her a kiss on the forehead. 
"Hiya"

   "Hiya yourself," she replied.  "How was your day?"

   "Good, getting better by the minute.  How about yours?"

   "I'm still in shock about Cindy, I didn't expect that at all!"

   "Well, yeah, from Ultra-Christian to lesbian overnight, that's gotta be
tough to comprehend."

   "Yeah...  she's still barely talking to me.  I assured her that I didn't
really care, and that I wasn't gonna tell anybody, so that seemed to calm
her down a bit.  "

   "I wonder how long that has been going on?"

   "I don't know, she had introduced Cindy as her best friend at the start
of the year, but I never thought..." she laughed.  "I still can't quite
believe it, I never would've called that one.

   "The only normal people are the ones you don't know well enough yet."

   She laughed.  "Well, you seem normal enough..."

   "Uh-oh," I said, laughing.  "Subject change time."

   "No no no, not so fast.  What's one thing I don't know about you,
mysterious Junior?"

   "Hmm...  that's a tough one.  What kinda thing do you want to know?"

   She thought for a second.  "Tell me something that you normally don't
tell people, something strange."

   "Well, let's see, something I don't tell people.  Okay, I like the smell
of WD-40.  How's that for strange?"

   She laughed.  "The spray-can oil?  Like for hinges?  You're crazy."

   "See!  You just didn't know me well enough yet!  Now it's your turn,
remember, something you don't tell people."

   "Hmmmm," she walked, thinking.  "Alright.  I used to...  you know... 
enjoy myself...  4 times a day in High School."

   I laughed, a little bit shocked by her frankness.  "Wow, that's pretty
impressive..."

   She blushed, and frowned slightly.  "Now you're all creeped out, right?"


   "No no no." I wrapped my arm around her for effect.  "Don't worry, I
know the feeling.  I usually did 3, and that's just because it got sore if
I did much more."

   "So you're not creeped out?" Her eyes, still unsure, gazed into mine.

   "Actually," I blushed, "If anything, I'm a little turned on, just
picturing you..." I replied with a slightly nervous laugh.

   She burst out laughing.  "You know, I was thinking the same about you.
Maybe we really are made for each other."

   I laughed until the enormity of the second statement hit me.  I looked
over at her, looking around nervously, biting her lip.  I sat, thinking
about her slip of the tongue, and then with a sudden realization, I smiled
and put my arm around her.

   "Let's head down to main street, all the good restaurants are down
there." With that, I smiled at her and planted a quick kiss on her
forehead.

   She smiled back and reached over and grabbed my hand, holding it as we
walked.

   "I suppose hands need snuggling too," I thought and then squeezed her
hand gently.

   After a 10 minute stroll through the autumn air, Gigi and I arrived on
the main street of our small college town.

   Stopping at the crosswalk, I looked over at her, smiling.  "Where would
you like to eat?"

   "Oh, I don't really care," she replied.  "It's about the company, not
the food," she replied with a smile.

   "Ah, OK.  McDonalds it is," I replied facetiously.

   She laughed.  "Now now, don't push it."

   "Alright, alright.  How about the Golden Lotus?"

   "Umm...  let's not go there."

   I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised at her sudden frown.  "Are you
sure?  It's my treat."

   She quickly responded "How about Corleone's?"

   "Well, if that's what you'd like, then Corleone's it is.  Still my treat
though."

   "Thanks," she replied, a smile quickly overwhelming the serious look. 
"Besides, I've been craving a meatball sub anyways."

   I laughed.  "Sounds like a plan to me." I wrapped an arm around her hips
and we walked silently on down the road.

   A few minutes later, we arrived in the lobby of Corleone's Italian
Restaurant and Bar.

   "Hey, Jim!" The older gentleman came out from behind the counter and
shook my hand, speaking with a thick italian accent.  "I haven't seen you
in a long time.  How are you doing today?"

   I smiled.  "Hey Mr.  Corleone."

   "Who is this wonderful young lady?"

   Gigi piped up.  "Hi Mr.  Corleone, I'm Gigi."

   "Please Miss, call me Vito.  You know, I think I have just the table for
you two." He yelled something in Italian back into the kitchen.  "Alright,
come right this way my friends."

   At the insistence of Mr.  Corleone, we were seated in a private room to
the back of the restaurant.  After our order was taken, Gigi and I sat,
smiling in the back of the restaurant.

   "So he seems like a nice guy," Gigi said.  "Do you know him?"

   I laughed.  "Well, actually, I dated his daughter for a little bit
Freshman year."

   Gigi raised an eyebrow.  "Is she the reason you're still single?"

   "Oh no no, Monica was a great girl, we just didn't really have that much
chemistry.  She ended up switching to State for journalism, and we broke up
amicably.  I think Mr.  Corleone still thinks of me as family."

   "Well, you certainly do seem to make an impression on people." With
that, she leaned over and kissed my forehead.

   I smiled, and kissed her cheek.  As we were both settling back down into
our seats, one of the waiters brought our food.

   "That was really quick," Gigi remarked.

   The waiter sighed.  "Yeah, well, I don't know who you are, but Vito is
really pushing us.  Are you family of his or something?"

   I laughed.  "Something like that.  Well, don't worry, I'll put in a good
word for you."

   He smiled, and headed back for the kitchen.  As I stared down at my
plate, I suddenly remembered the problems of eating pasta in front of a
girl you'd like to impress.  With the great potential for embarrassment in
mind, I set to the task of attempting to eat a plate of pasta without
slurping or dripping sauce on my shirt.  Slowly, I attempted to wrap the
pasta around the fork, forming a super tight knot of spaghetti, which I
carefully brought off the plate.

   Gigi stopped eating and looked at me inquisitively, watching my attempt
at suave eating.  Naturally, the moment that she made eye contact, the fork
jettisoned the coil of spaghetti down my chin and onto my shirt, leaving
little orange dots all the way down my chest.

   Gigi burst out laughing, "Well done.  Although I'm flattered that you
tried." I just sighed and reached for my napkin.  She put her hand on mine,
stopping me, and then came around to my side of the table.

   "Any particular reason I should wear the spaghetti?" I asked, looking at
her and smiling uneasily.

   Gigi took a look around the room and looked at the door, then leaned
over and kissed me full on on the lips, then, she slowly kissed down to my
chin, down my neck, and back up to my ear.  I looked at her, a little
shocked by smiling broadly.  She lowered her head shyly.  "Sorry, I just
wanted to try the spaghetti sauce..." She managed to keep a straight face
for a few seconds, but then burst out laughing.

   I wrapped an arm around her and joined in her laughter.  After enough
laughing to cause the kitchen staff to peek through the door, I finally
cleaned the remainder of the sauce off of my shirt with the napkin and we
finished our meal.

   After saying goodbye to Vito (and leaving a generous tip), we headed
back out onto main street.

   "So, what do you want to do with the rest of the evening?", Gigi asked.

   "Well, what do you want to do?"

   "Personally, I don't want to be seen with a guy who's still wearing his
dinner," Gigi replied with a laugh.

   I blushed a little.  "Should I head back to the dorms then for a change
of shirt?"

   Gigi took my hand.  "Well, yes and no.  We should get back to the dorms,
but I'm not sure you need to put on another shirt..."

   With that, I turned back towards campus, speeding up my pace, taking
Gigi's hand.  I felt her resisting a bit, so I turned around.

   "Are you coming?", I asked.

   She sighed and looked at the ground.  "Don't worry, jeez..."

   Feeling the sting of realization, I saw that I was being an asshole. 
"Wow, I'm an idiot", I muttered under my breath.  "I'm sorry, I guess I'm
just really excited," I said aloud.  "But that doesn't give me license to
be an asshole.  Now that I think about it, I suppose a mad-dash isn't very
good foreplay, is it?"

   She laughed quietly, "No, not very good at all, but it sounds like you
actually understand that."

   "Yeah, I figured it out about 30 seconds too late though."

   She chuckled and wrapped an arm around me.  "As long as you've got it.
No guilt necessary, my Ex never did quite figure that message out, so
you're already doing better than he was."

   I smiled, relieved.  "Well, that's good to hear.  Is there anything
you'd like to do?"

   "We could always hang out somewhere else for a bit, then head back."

   "Aha!" I exclaimed.  "Do you mind if we swing by the mall real quick?  I
need to pick up a part at the computer store..."

   "and a shirt," Gigi interrupted, giggling.

   "And a shirt.  You're welcome to do any other shopping you'd like, I'll
just tag along and be creepy."

   She laughed.  "Sounds great.  Ooh!  There's the bus!"

   We both dashed towards the stop a few blocks down, racing down the main
street much to the amusement of the bus driver.  He sped up, seeing us, but
finally slowed down and matched pace as we neared the stop.  Finally, he
stopped the bus and we entered, still breathing heavily, showed him our
school passes and headed to the back of the bus.

   Once we found a seat together in the back of the bus, Gigi piped up. 
"So what part do you need to pick up?"

   "Well", I replied, "I need a longer cable for connecting my computer's
sound output to my stereo in my room."

   "Oh, awesome.  No more hanging wires?"

   "No no, they'll still be there, but hopefully not right across the door
like they are now.  Is there any place you'd like to go in the mall?"

   "Hmm...  Well, I could always use a run by the sale racks in the
department stores"

   I laughed.  "Let me guess, the shoe departments too?"

   "Of course.  What kind of girl would I be if I didn't browse the shoe
racks?" She paused for a second, and then looked around awkwardly.  "Do we
want to maybe stop by the Pharmacy?"

   "The pharmacy?  Why would we go to the pharma..." Suddenly, I realized
what she was asking.  "Ohhhhh!  Well, actually, I was at one just this
morning."

   "And...?"

   "And what?", I replied, toying with her a little.

   Gigi looked around even more awkwardly.  "Did you get...?"

   "Mouthwash?" I replied with a huge smile.

   "You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?", Gigi replied, blushing.

   I smiled.  "Ehh, I think I've made you squirm enough.  I bought a
package of them, don't worry."

   She pushed me mockingly.  "So you actually think you'll get a chance to
use them?"

   "Of course I will."

   Gigi frowned at me.

   "What?", I asked smugly.  "I shave every morning, of course I'll have a
chance to use a package of razor cartridges!"

   Gigi laughed and playfully shoved me again.  "You're impossible!"

   I laughed too, lowering my voice.  "Oh, and I also got a package of
something else.  However, it's up to you whether those get used."

   "Oooh, good answer.  Isn't this the stop?"

   We pulled the little "stop" string, got off the bus and headed into the
mall.  Walking hand-in-hand, we buzzed through all the various stores.  I
watched with amusement (and a certain degree of lust) as Gigi ran around
checking sale racks and shoe racks.  As we left one of the bigger chain
stores, we walked through the lingerie section.  I saw Gigi slow down
looking at one particular matched set.

   "See something you want?" I asked.

   She blushed a bit.  "It looks pretty, but I don't want to make you wait
while I look around."

   "No no", I replied.  "Don't worry about it.  Besides," I said, lowering
my voice, "if last night is any indication, you seem to have some shortage
of underwear."

   She laughed and blushed at once.  "If you don't mind, I might take a
look at a few things." She looked off into the distance for a second,
thinking, then suddenly gave a naughty smile.  "You know, there's a chair
over by the changing rooms.  Maybe you could have a seat while you waited?"

   I smiled back, picking up on a little bit of her idea.  "I think I might
do just that." With that, I headed over and took a seat as Gigi wandered
into the lingerie department.  Gigi quickly disappeared among the racks of
skimpy undergarments, leaving me, an unescorted young male, sitting next to
the changing rooms in Women's Lingerie.  After what felt like an eternity
of accusatory stares from passing salespeople and customers, Gigi emerged
from the racks carrying a small bundle of clothing.

   "Sorry to keep you waiting!", Gigi said.

   "Ah, it's alright, but I think the lady behind the counter was trying to
match my face to the sex offender registry after the first 5 minutes or so
sitting here, but hopefully she'll calm down once she sees us together."

   Gigi laughed, and then looked at the saleswoman and gave me a big kiss
on the lips.  "There you go.  I think you should be set for another 5
minutes while I go try things on."

   I smiled, and motioned to the fitting rooms.  "I'll just stay here and
be creepy."

   She laughed and went into the nearest fitting room.  I sat quietly,
listening to Gigi's rustlings in the changing room, imagining what sort of
fun things she might be trying on.

   "Jim, could you come in here real quick?  I can't get this snap undone."


   My ears perked up, a mischievous smile appearing on my face.  I stood up
and walked to the small changing room, knocking on the door.  Gigi opened
the door, and I walked in.  As soon as I passed the threshold into the
little cubicle and before I even got a chance to look at her, Gigi shut and
locked the door behind me, and fell to her knees.  I looked down and
gasped.

   Gigi was kneeling in front of me in only a lacy black bra and a matching
thong.  "Shhhhh!", she said, putting her finger to her lips.

   I started to speak, but she silenced me by unbuttoning my pants and then
pulling them down my hips to my knees.  I gasped in surprise, "Gigi, what
are you doing?"

   "Just returning the favor from last night.." With that, she reached into
my boxers and pulled out my rapidly hardening manhood, wrapping a hand
around it.  She smiled and rubbed more firmly, the excitement and danger
helping Gigi's hands bring me close to the edge.

   "Gigi, I'm gonna..."

   She smiled, and stood up in front of me, taking her hands off of my
hardness.  "What do you think about the outfit?"

   I stood there speechless, my erection still poking of of my boxers,
begging for relief.

   Gigi looked at me for a second, then laughed.  "Yeah, I know, I'm an
evil tease.  However," she said, reaching down and giving my manhood a
quick squeeze, "I'll make it up to you later tonight."

   I gave a glassy eyed smile, and took an opportunity to look at the
outfit she was wearing more closely.  The lacy black cups accented her
beautiful breasts quite nicely, and the panties sat beautifully on her
hips. I teasingly turned her around, then gently bent her over, looking at
her magnificent ass in the black thong.  "I think I like this pair on you."


   Gigi turned around, smiling.  She squatted back down in front of me and
took me in her hand again, just looking at my hardness for a second.  Then,
without warning, she leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth,
quickly licking and sucking the precum from the head.  She pulled her head
back almost as quickly as she had begun, her cheeks flushed.  She smiled up
at me.  "Mmmmm, that's tasty.  I can't wait to finish the job later..."

   Suddenly, somebody knocked on the thin door to the changing room. 
"Excuse me", said the saleswoman, "We only like to have one person at a
time in the changing rooms.  I'm gonna have to ask the gentleman to leave."

   Thinking quickly, Gigi grabbed for her jeans on the floor and loudly
rezipped the zipper.  She loudly said "Ahh!  There we go!  That's one
stubborn zipper, thanks for the help Jim!"

   My heart still in my throat, I managed to stammer a "No problem".

   Gigi smiled, motioning for me to hide my erection and get buttoned back
up.  "Well Hun, I've got a few more things to try on still." She
straightened my shirt, and playfully pushed me towards the door, giving me
a quick peck on the cheek and a wink.  "Thanks again for helping me get
that zipper."

   I walked out of the dressing room to face the gray haired saleswoman, my
hardness straining against the waistband of my belt.  She frowned
accusingly at me.  I smiled and shrugged.  "You'd think for what they
charge, they'd use better zippers." She kept glaring.  "While I'm here," I
added loudly, so that Gigi could hear, "Where could I find another shirt
like this, I seem to have made a mess of this one?"

   I heard a quiet giggle from inside the changing room, and the frowning
salesclerk wordlessly escorted me out of the department, pointing across
the store towards menswear.

   "Thank you VERY much," I added with a little bit of smugness.  The
saleswoman grunted disapprovingly as I started off towards menswear.

   A few minutes later, Gigi showed up in Menswear with a full bag and a
smile.  She gave me a peck on the cheek and we wordlessly headed towards
the exit of the store.

   As we walked into the mall, Gigi put an arm around me.  "You know, it's
almost 8.  Maybe we should head back to the dorms?"

   "That sounds like a good plan to me." I laughed a little, "You've almost
gotten me arrested for lewd acts in public once this evening, maybe we
should get out of public."

   Gigi laughed.  "Good idea." With that she kissed my cheek and we headed
towards the exit.

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   Hi there.  This is quite unfinished, but I'm currently in a position
where I can't really finish it.  When I do get to a place where I can, I
might well finish this story, but in the mean time, this is what I have.

   Thanks for reading, and sorry to leave you hanging!