Author: dshdsb
Word count: 57308
boy crazy kimberly
Kimberly Lou is boy crazy. That’s really all you can say about her. But her eyes can help her. A round face, with cheeks like two round apples, and large brown eyes gazing out at the world with pleasure. One of them is a slender brunette with small boobs, B-cups and slender hips, which complements the girl’s overall slender, whimsical, rascally look. Well, now it’s women, right? After all, eighteen meant adulthood, a freshman at Edge City Community College, barely paying for half her apartment. Kimberly comes from humble beginnings, but the girl is very attractive. It’s just, um, cute. Lovely. And boy crazy.
In high school, she once told Katie that at one point she slept nearby and lost her virginity almost as soon as she learned she had it, and never regretted losing it. Never even admitted it. Just going from boy to boy, dating, if you can call it that, long enough for physical intimacy, and then on to the next. athlete. scarf. Anyone with appearance and body. It’s important to her. You must have the right body. Many people have done this.
She didn’t give up the habit when she was in college. No, her freshman year, so she was busy picking up guys, dating guys, picking up casually, always on the arm of a different boy, a different man. What exactly are you looking for? She didn’t know, and didn’t really care. Talking about it with her roommate, Katie, she insisted she wasn’t looking for anything. Not happiness. Certainly not the husband, nor the romance.
“I just love them,” she says, in a matter-of-fact tone, explaining something that should be easy for even the dumbest person to understand. “They’re so, so. Lovely. They’re corpses. God. I could ride them all day.”
Katie thought that last statement was true. She had seen it firsthand. Well, I heard that. Roommates have to live with some things. or leave. But when she hears it leaving their apartment in the morning, hears it coming back for a quick change in the afternoon, hears it coming home one last time, the same day, and relaxes at night, then she can attest to the truth of the statement. In fact, the Kimberly Dew could ride all day alone. At least Katie thought it was the same person. With Kimberly, you really can’t tell.
Kimberly has several girlfriends, and Katie is among them. Worried about her friend. venereal disease. Bad reputation (too late, Katie muses). It might even be emotional trouble, with the physical high being a bit depressing. In moderation, her friend said. The guys bring trouble, they warn. Kimberly did not listen. Then she started coming home in tattered clothes, reeking of booze. That’s not good, and Katie, busy flipping through a home and garden magazine, wondering what to get her sister for her birthday, plans to put a stop to it.
A thought circled in her mind. Hold it, she holds it firmly in her mind, holds itFlip over to see from all sides. It might work.
“It’s for her own good,” she told herself. “Also, what’s the worst that could happen?”
She had heard good things about this place. They seem to work miracles and change behavior for problematic people, women. self harm. substance abuse. self-abasement. She doesn’t know if it’s crazy like a boy, but hey. Will it hurt?
Kimberly sat on the couch one night, fidgeting, jittery, eager for action, but coming home at night, most importantly. At Katie’s insistence. Just this once, Kimmi. Let’s stay home and watch a movie. your choice.
Kimberly hates movies. She wants to live, not to watch.
But she agreed. Mainly to shut up Katie.
Katie lay on the side of the couch, ready to watch a movie. Just then, she sat up and took out a piece of paper.
“Hey Kimberly, look what I found on the student union bulletin board. Some labs are giving away free money for sleep monitoring.”
“Yeah, how is it?”
“Didn’t you say your people were cutting your pocket money?”
“Yes, so what?”
“Well, this place will pay you to monitor your sleep. Real money too.”
“How much?”
“One hundred a night.”
“How many nights?”
“Two weeks. Fourteen nights. That’s fourteen hundred dollars, Kimmy. Just for sleep.”
“Well, I mean, that’s rent.”
“We can both do it.”
“Are you sure? They’re not going to hook us up to wires or something?”
“They could be while we’re sleeping. After all, they’ve got to have some way of studying our sleep patterns or whatever they’re doing.”
“But the daytime! I can’t be away for two weeks!”
“It’s summer. Besides, they’re going to let us go out and do it for a day, I’m sure.”
“you sure.?”
“Of course, I’m sure. And I’ve heard some lab boys are really cute.”
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