A Fresh Start
Copyright© 2025 by rlfj
Chapter 25: Midnight Rendezvous
I goofed off that afternoon in the dorm and had dinner in the dining hall. After dinner, Buddy pushed me to go to a frat party with him and get totally drunk and wasted. I declined. “Buddy, I’m going out tonight. Sorry.”
“Hey, it’s free beer and dope!”
“Buddy, with you it’s always free beer and dope.” I had never seen him buy beer or pot, although he certainly seemed to mooch it pretty quickly.
“So, where are you going?”
“That’s secret, Buddy. If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
“But...”
“Trust me, Buddy. I’m going to have even more fun than you will, and I won’t get a hangover from it,” I said, laughing.
By nine, Buddy was history, off to wherever he was getting drunk and stoned at. I grabbed my toilet kit and a towel and headed down the hall. I took another shower, and shaved again, because you never want to be the one to cause rug burns. (That was sort of overkill. My beard really didn’t get heavy until I was almost 20. A second shave in one day was more along the lines of wishful thinking.) Afterwards, I went back to my room and changed into fresh khakis, a clean white dress shirt, and my deck shoes. I skipped the socks; I skipped the briefs and undershirt. My dress shirt I wore casually, with the sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm and a couple of buttons at the collar undone. I left the room a few minutes past ten.
I parked in the Holiday Inn parking lot away from the building, in a spot not well lit, and waited in the car until it was closer to the appointed time. No way did I want to be in the hall when one of the girls came wandering through. I figured that the girls were sharing a room or two, and that Sophia was in her own separate room. By 10:30, the girls would have settled down, but I didn’t want to chance running into them. At 10:27 I got out of the Galaxie, locked it, and went in through the lobby. The clerk glanced at me, but I went through to the elevators and went up to the third floor. Room 312 was to the right side. I walked down the hallway as quietly as I could and tapped lightly on the door.
After a moment, the door opened wide, and Sophia Berzinski smiled when she saw me leaning against the door frame. She didn’t say anything, but stepped aside and invited me in. I followed her inside, and she closed the door behind me, and set the latch. “I was hoping you might stop by,” she said.
“I was hoping you would invite me,” I replied.
Sophia was looking extremely seductive. She had on a long black silk robe, and the way she moved underneath it led me to believe it was almost all she was wearing. She was also wearing black stockings and black stiletto heels. I eyed her frankly and approvingly. She was carrying a champagne flute half-filled with sparkling wine. She wiggled it in my direction. “Would you care to join me?”
“I’d like that.” I followed her over to the table in the room where she had a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket, along with a second glass. I took off my jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. I looked around the room. It was your basic Holiday Inn room, with a single king-size bed, a dresser with a television bolted to it, and a small table with a couple of chairs. A pair of small armchairs was in one corner facing the television.
Sophia handed me the glass of champagne. “I’m not so sure of the vintage,” she commented.
I had to smile at that. “I think I’m more astonished that you got champagne through room service at a Holiday Inn.”
We sipped our champagne and looked into each other’s eyes. She gave me a smile and I sat down in one of the armchairs and held my hand out to her. She settled sideways on my lap, with one arm around my neck and the other holding her flute of champagne. I kept an arm around her waist and the other on my own glass. “I debated picking anything up before coming over,” I said.
“Oh?”
I gave a small shrug. “I figured that the girls might notice flowers tomorrow morning, and I’m still not old enough to buy booze.”
“How old are you?” she asked, surprised.
“Does it matter?”
It was her turn to shrug. “No, I don’t suppose it does.”
I finished my glass of champagne and set the empty glass on the table to the side, and then put both hands around her waist. The silk felt very thin, and her body felt very warm and supple beneath it. “I didn’t think so, either.”
She smiled at me and continued to sip her champagne. “You are very sure of yourself.”
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