"The Clinic," by C. Maxwell, Pilot Episode.

Preface -- this may not go quite where you expect.  That is to
say, for some of you it may seem to start slow; for others, it may
seem to turn very strange as it proceeds.  Please let me know how
it "rubs you" with an email at flapaddict@yahoo.com.

Oh, and in case there is any doubt, it IS a naughty story
containing adult themes that you probably won't even "get" if you
aren't, you know, an adult with adult perversities.  So don't read
it, kid.  Scram.

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Christie and Nicole were among the two thousand-or-so freshman
girls at the University of California, San Diego that year whose
first introduction was as roommates, destined by a random lottery
to spend at least a year in close quarters.  Indeed, they may
never have met were it not for this random selection, for they
were very dissimilar in many ways.  Principally, Christie was
known after the first quarter as the bookish one: studious,
serious, and intent on finishing towards the top of her class. She
did not see her roommate as someone who would help her in this
goal. Nicole was known as the wild one, the party girl, and many
was the night when Christie was dislocated from her room to the
library in order to give Nicole and whatever young man accompanied
her that night their privacy.   Nicole frequently pointed out that
she never requested that privacy -- that indeed, Christie was
welcome to stay and watch, and even participate -- but Christie
would only roll her eyes at this.

But this is not to say that these two roommates were subject to
the rife conflict that pervaded many freshman dorm-rooms that
year; indeed, the pair quickly became close, unlikely friends. The
effect of this friendship was mutually beneficial, as Nicole's
grades in her first two quarters ended up higher than they might
have been, and Christie found herself invited to several parties
on nights when she would surely have otherwise had only her books
as company.  Christie was not resentful to be displaced to the
library so many nights -- she liked the presence of so many books
-- and she was secretly jealous of Nicole's free-spirited antics.
And she appreciated Nicole's attempts to include her, and found
herself wishing that she would let go of herself and give in to
Nicole's propositions.

But, alas, Christie was much the shyer girl than Nicole.  She
dressed to avoid attention, in baggy jeans and generic tee-shirts,
never even considering the short, brightly colored sundresses that
typified her roommate's wardrobe.  Her one and only boyfriend was
a similarly bookish boy she met on her high school debate team,
and although the two had never bedded, they resolved to stay
faithful to each other even after they went to opposite coasts for
college -- him to Boston's MIT, her to sunny southern California.
Without the budget for substantial long distance phone
conversations, they traded regular emails, until sometime in the
middle of the Winter quarter, when his emails began to fizzle.
Christie realized that she would not, as once she imagined, end up
with this first-and-only love, and began to regret refusing the
attention of so many boys at so many parties, while Nicole had all
the fun.

This is why, when Nicole proposed her crazy plan for spring break,
Christie did not immediately refuse.  Yes, it sounded wild and
irresponsible, something completely unlike the girl her parents
had raised.  But what would she do if she did not go?  Surely sit
in her room and read books.  Probably sexy books, books that made
her imagine a more scandalous life, books that led her right hand
into her pants.  Indeed, Christie's sex life can be summarized
with two words: books and masturbation, and she was quite well
versed in both.  On more than one night, while Nicole and her
man-of-the-hour had their dormroom privacy, Christie would picture
them as characters in her romance-novel-of-the-night, slip her
hand into her unbuttoned jeans, and rub herself to a contented
climax, realizing only later the danger of being caught doing
something so personal in a university library.  And while this
activity seemed to satisfy Christie from night to night, she began
to realize that maybe it was time to interact with the world just
a little more -- perhaps experience this frightening activity
called sex in real life.  And it seemed terribly unlikely that
Nicole's spring break plans could proceed without such
experiences.

"Okay," she said, fighting her fear, "I'll go."

And Nicole squealed, bounced a few times, and gave Christie a big
hug, for indeed, the plan apparently hinged on Christie's
attendance.

"So," asked Christie after the enthusiastic embrace, "can you tell
me this plan again, from the beginning?"

Nicole's eyes lighted up.  "Okay, so you remember Ben."

"I don't."

"Well, it doesn't matter -- more importantly you remember Ben's
roommate, Zach."

"Zach?  Tall, handsome Zach?"

"The same!"  Nicole's enthusiasm always encouraged Christie.
"Well, we all know that Zach has had eyes for you since freshman
orientation . . ."

"He has not!"

"Has too!  Anyway, he and Ben -- who is also tall and handsome,
and quite, um, fun -- have invited us to join them on a little
road trip down to Mexico!  They're going to rent a car --
something really fancy, a convertible sports car, they said -- and
drive us down to some fancy resort in the middle of the Mexican
desert . . ."

"Middle of the desert?  Why not to the beach?"

"I don't know, but they said we'd understand once we saw it."

"I don't know . . . it sounds a little questionable . . ."

"But you'll come anyway?  Right?"

Christie knew that saying yes a second time would elicit another
squeal and another hug, and that sounded nice, so that's exactly
what happened.

The day before departure, though, Christie sat for some time
staring at her open, empty suitcase.  She was having second
thoughts. After all, she barely knew Zach, or Ben for that matter.
She had met Zach at one of those parties Nicole brought her to,
but she barely spoke to him before making it clear that a boy was
waiting for her in Cambridge.  She thought he was cute, but she
knew nothing about him.  And she would be effectively stuck with
him! She wasn't sure she wanted her first time to be with this boy
she wasn't even dating, at some isolated resort in Mexico. What if
she decided she didn't want to? Could she trust Nicole to be there
when needed? It seemed very dangerous, and her instincts told her
that she should not go. She should stay behind and read another
book. And her suitcase remained empty.

Notably, she did not see Nicole that day.  As the hours wore on,
she wondered where her adventurous roommate was, and eventually
fell into an uneasy sleep.  The next morning, it was clear that
Nicole's bed had not been slept in.

Alone, she showered and dressed into her most comfortable jeans
and an old T-shirt.  Spring break had begun, and, she decided for
certain now, she was staying behind.  She had not packed, her
roommate had abandoned even before the trip had begun, and it just
didn't make sense to go on so foolhardy a venture!  Of course, the
campus would be nearly deserted for the ensuing week, and so she
would have the dining halls, the library, and her room to herself.
And indeed, the usually crowded cafeteria was nearly empty at
breakfast, allowing Christie to eat her first meal by herself, at
an empty table, reading her current paperback.

When she returned to her room, however, Nicole was there, dressed
in a short yellow dress, and forcing closed Christie's suitcase.

"You can't wear that!" were the first words out of Nicole's mouth.
"It's spring break!  Zach and Ben are on their way!  You have GOT
to wear something more spring-breaky!"

Christie shook her head.  She was upset.  "I'm not going.  Where
were you last night?  It doesn't matter.  I'm not going."

Nicole began to pout.  "I was . . . with Ben, last night.  We
started talking about the trip, and I kinda fell asleep."

"Fell asleep, huh?  I felt very lonely last night.  What if Zach
starts acting like a jerk, and you abandon me, like last night?
Then what?  It's a bad idea.  I'm staying behind.  I'm not even
packed."

Nicole realized her pout was not going to effective.  She looked
Christie in the eye with the most serious expression Christie had
ever seen.  "Christie," said Nicole, "we haven't talked about it
much, but I think, in the last 6 months or so, we've become close
friends.  Don't you think?"

It's true, thought Christie.  We've never acknowledged it.  But
Christie could not remember having a closer friend.  "Yes."

"I'm sorry I left you alone last night.  I didn't know you were
missing me.  But I did not abandon you.  And I promise -- I mean
it, I PROMISE, I will not let anything happen to you on this trip
that you don't want to."

"Nicole . . . " started Christie, unconvinced by her pitch.

"No, I mean it.  There are a thousand other things I could do this
week, but I arranged this trip with Zach and Ben so that I could
be with you.  Listen, we're going to stay in separate rooms from
the boys, so you won't be stuck, and I promise you that Zach won't
do anything you don't want him to.  I actually discussed this with
Ben.  He assured me that they would be gentlemen.  They know
you're shy.  Heck, we all know you're shy.  But we also all know
you're ready for a little fun.  So what'd'ya say?  Shall we give
it a try?"

Christie was still uncertain, but Nicole seemed genuinely sincere.
She still felt uneasy about the trip, but she had never seen
Nicole so serious, and she did not want to ruin their friendship.

"Okay," she said, somewhat shakily, "I'll go."

And for the third time in the past weak, Nicole squealed and gave
her a hug.  "Great!  Awesome!  I'm so glad!" she exclaimed as she
hugged her friend.  "But what we HAVE to do now is get you
changed.  It's time you started really borrowing my clothes."

Christie and Nicole were very different girls, it is true, but in
one respect they were very similar: their physical appearance.
Many wondered if they were sisters.  They both featured long,
straight hair, and while Nicole's tended to end up in pigtails
with colorful rubber bands and plastic ornaments, Christie's
tended to hang loose, occasionally gathered in a ponytail.  And
they both were the same dress size, on the small size of U.S. 5,
with well proportioned B-cup breasts, slim waists, and shapely
hips. Nicole had often chastised Christie for hiding her nearly
perfect body behind her baggy clothes, encouraging her to borrow
her own dresses, tight shorts, tank tops, and miniskirts, all of
which seemed to fit Christie quite well.  Christie had tried a few
of these items on in the privacy of their room, but could not
bring herself to wear them in public, becoming too self-conscious.
The one time she wore one of Nicole's more modest dresses to a
party, she found herself unable to unfold her arms, and left
early.

But now Nicole was telling her to try on a much shorter, lime
green minidress, and Christie was not sure.  The dress fit, but
the hem fell a few more inches above her knees than any dress she
had ever worn.  She worried that if she bent over her white cotton
panties would show, and she expressed this to Nicole. "Well," said
Nicole, "don't bend over, then!"  The dress left most of her chest
bare, with only the thinnest of straps over her shoulders and a
neckline revealing the top of her breasts, which of course could
not be supported by a bra.

But Christie knew Nicole was right: it was spring break, and time
to let go.  She agreed to wear the dress at almost the same moment
that a honking horn indicated the arrival of Ben and Zach.

"But I'm not packed!" Christie said, frantic.

"Don't worry," said Nicole, grabbing Christie's suitcase which
seemed to be quite full and heading towards the door, "I packed
enough clothes for both of us. We'll make do!  And we'll buy
whatever I forgot -- things are cheap down there!"

Christie was nervous about leaving for a foreign country wearing
so very little and without knowing that her more comfortable, more
conservative clothes were coming with her, but Nicole was already
out the door with the suitcase, and it did not seem possible to
turn back now.

Outside, Ken and Zach were waiting in the driver and front
passenger seats of a large, white convertible automobile.  The
windows were open, the top was down, and the sun gleamed off the
boys' mirrored sunglasses.  Nicole ran from the front door of the
dorm to the car, dropped the suitcase, and literally jumped over
the car doors into the back seat, landing on her back.  Her legs
stood straight up from the seat and her short dress fell to her
waist, exposing her matching yellow thong panties.  The eyes of
the men looked as long as they could before Nicole straightened
herself out.  Christie rolled her eyes.  Sometimes she wished she
was as spontaneous and carefree as Nicole, but she knew she would
be the one putting the suitcase in the trunk and using the back
door like a lady.  But maybe this trip would change her, she
thought, feeling the warmth of the sun on her bare legs and
shoulders and noticing the gazes of the handsome boys.

Shortly after starting the drive south, Christie suggested that
they put on some sunscreen.  Zach said that he and Ken already
had, and handed back a tube.
