America 1982-Chapter 93 - 11: What a Beautiful Morning

The alarm clock went off in the early morning, and Tommy, enduring a hangover headache and with his eyes closed, said, "Jason, turn that damn alarm off!"

After waiting a few seconds without a response from Jason, Tommy impatiently shouted again, "Jason! Idiot! I’m the boss, and I’m ordering you to get up and turn it off!"

Still no response from Jason, Tommy opened his eyes, preparing to get up, when a sleepy female voice from the adjacent bed asked, "Who’s Jason?"

Hearing a woman’s voice, Tommy instantly sobered up, sat up in bed, and then realized he wasn’t in his own dorm at all but in a room where the walls were painted pink, filled with various girls’ decorations and dolls, clearly a reminder that he was in a girls’ dorm.

He was lying in a single bed, while on another bed lay Renee and Holly, two blonde girls, both naked with the covers half kicked off, exposing large swathes of smooth skin right in Tommy Hawk’s line of sight. The girl called Holly now sat up brazenly topless, waved at Tommy with a flick of her finger, and yawned as she said, "Good morning, Tommy."

The floor was littered with empty beer cans and champagne bottles, and there were even a few pink energy drinks for ladies.

No wonder his head was killing him.

Glancing at the alarm clock, it was only six in the morning, and Tommy wondered which idiot had set the alarm for this ungodly hour.

However, after Holly finished her greeting, she seemed to realize something, grabbed the covers, and dashed to the bathroom. After a moment, she returned, somewhat calmed down, and said to Tommy, who was still dazed and staring at her, "At least we were drunk out of our minds, but we remember using Trojan."

"We? To be honest, the only thing I can recall right now is you girls asking me that silly question about my first kiss; then everything that happened afterward is a complete blur," Tommy said, massaging his head in agony.

As Holly was quickly getting dressed, she said, "I remember a bit more than you do. At least I remember that after we did it, I helped you over to that bed, so we wouldn’t all crush this single bed. I can’t believe my first college mixer ended up in a threesome. My high school boyfriend might be green with envy. You’re better than him, though—charming, funny, very popular with the ladies. So seeing that you two were ready to hit the sack, I decided to stay, and then after Renee finished, you and I went at it again."

"Thanks for the high praise, but I’m shocked that I could manage once with Renee while that drunk, and then you didn’t even spare this drunkard?" Tommy stood up and stretched his sore muscles: "My abs and thighs are killing me, probably need to see a doctor."

Holly efficiently finished dressing, glanced at the still sleeping Renee, and said to Tommy, "You’d better not boast about last night to her. She thinks I’d left."

"Even if I wanted to boast, I’d have to remember it first," Tommy said to Holly, "Where is this place?"

"The sisterhood house of BDP. Last night everyone went to the SSD party. No one was here, so we three came back to play games," Holly seemed very refreshed and said to Tommy, "And I also remember bits and pieces of last night. For example, when I was clinging to a certain guy, he actually yelled out drunk, ’Open the drawer, dignity and honor, dignity and honor...’"

Tommy covered his face: "I guess losing some memories isn’t so bad, at least it spares me from embarrassment. But on the other hand, it seems that, drunk as a lord, I was still trying hard to maintain a man’s dignity."

"Honestly, you didn’t do too badly," Holly said, opening the fridge, pouring herself a glass of ice water and gulping it down. Then she looked at Tommy and batted her beautiful eyelids, "I have to leave before Renee wakes up, to avoid any awkwardness. If Renee doesn’t want to date you, remember to contact me."

Then Holly tiptoed cautiously to the door, peeked outside to find it quiet, turned to Tommy, and said, "You should thank me for one of the first things I did when I got back last night: I set this alarm for you, handsome. You’d better wake Renee up and get out of here as soon as you can, believe me, because you have no clothes."

After Holly left quickly, Tommy, upon hearing her words, got out of bed and looked around; sure enough, all his clothes were gone!

"Shit!" Tommy first went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, then sat next to Renee and tried to wake her, "Renee! Wake up! Renee~~"

A few dozen seconds later, Renee lifted her groggy eyelids, and seeing Tommy, managed a weak smile and then tried to close her eyes again, "Let me sleep a little longer, please."

"We didn’t use Trojan last night," Tommy said seriously.

Sure enough, that line worked like a charm: Renee’s eyes shot open as she sat up anxiously and stared at Tommy, her mind racing back through memories, and after several seconds, she flopped back down on the bed, burying her head in the pillow lazily, "I remember, we used two, one blackcurrant-flavored, one banana-flavored."

"Twice? How could you go through with it? I could have died on your bed!" When Tommy heard her response, he was stunned for a moment, confirming that his body’s aches and pains weren’t unfounded, and then asked, "Where are my clothes, Renee? Help me think, where are my clothes?"

Renee sat up again, pulling the blanket up to cover her chest, remembering the advice from her sorority before attending the party the night before, and apologetically said to Tommy, "Sorry, Tommy. I forgot something. The BDP sisters said if a guy stayed overnight, they’d take his clothes to help the SSD with their evaluation. Your clothes were sent to the SSD Fraternity house, you’ll have to... run back naked."

"No worries, it was nice meeting you. I knew the evaluation was coming but didn’t expect it so soon." Tommy looked around the room and then briskly walked to the window to survey the outside. Since it was only six o’clock, apart from some early risers jogging, it was mostly deserted, which is why Holly had said he should be grateful she set the alarm for him.

He tore off the towel around his waist, opened the window, and threw the towel out, then said to Renee, "I’ll replace it with a new one for you, Renee."

"Will we see each other again?" Renee asked Tommy.

"Once we’re both through our respective initiations, maybe we’ll have time to meet up. I’ll ask you out then." Tommy took a deep breath before pulling open the door to his dorm and walked out, completely naked.

It was 6 a.m., and the hall was calm. The BDP girls didn’t seem to have woken from their hangovers yet. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief, hurried down the stairs, ready to dash out of BDP’s front door, pick up his towel, and sprint the five to six hundred meters to the SSD Fraternity house.

But as the saying goes, "Man proposes, God disposes." Just as he was tiptoeing to the second-floor stairwell, the dedicated cook who prepared three meals a day for everyone at BDP appeared in the lobby, glaring at Tommy.

"Please!" Tommy implored without bothering to cover his privates, and sped up, intending to dash down the stairs and flee through the front door because he saw what the cook was about to do!

But after just a couple of steps, his thigh muscles reminded him that now was not the time for intense exercise!

"Shit!" Tommy cursed.

The next second, the cook slammed her hand on the fire alarm. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The bell rang through the entire BDP sorority house. Immediately, doors opened upstairs and downstairs, and dozens of girls clad in pajamas or underwear emerged, laughing when they saw Tommy scrambling down the stairs, with Renee and Holly among them.

"Rookie, that’s what you get for staying over at BDP without permission." The vice president of BDP, leaning over the second-floor railing, addressed Tommy, "Good physique, handsome too. No wonder last night you had six or seven sisters drooling over you. Is he still tasty, Renee?"

Renee, feeling the eyes of her sisters on her, cutely shrugged her shoulders, "Not bad, he’s pretty strong."

Tommy didn’t pay attention to the teasing of the girls. He rushed through the main entrance and quickly ran to Renee’s room window, picked up his towel to wrap around his waist, and then hurried, barefoot, towards the SSD Fraternity house. The morning joggers who saw Tommy’s ensemble smiled knowingly—each year, they got to see freshmen embarrass themselves in various ways.

And Tommy wasn’t even the most conspicuous one out there. After all, he had a towel; other rookies from various fraternities who had also managed to charm their way into a shared bed with beauties the previous night weren’t as lucky.

It seemed the girls had thoughtfully set alarm clocks to save them the embarrassment of streaking during the morning rush but lacking Tommy’s experience, they had to use roadside bushes for cover, creeping forward like special forces gearing up for a stealth raid, advancing on their fraternity in stages, naked.

"Stephen, good morning, nice butt!" After searching for a while, Tommy finally spotted a familiar figure, who was stark naked and rapidly advancing towards the Phoenix Society, moving from bush to bush.

Seeing Tommy’s getup, Stephen couldn’t help but inquire as he ran, "Damn! Where did you get that thing?"

"Need one? When I get to the SSD entrance, you can buy this towel off me—it’s even got my scent on it," Tommy taunted Stephen.

Stephen ran towards Tommy and shook the towel from around Tommy’s waist, running side by side with him. Though both of their rears were fully exposed, at least their frontal private parts were covered.

As they jogged, Tommy asked, "How was last night?"

"Not bad. You know the girl you saw? We spent the night together. What about you?" Stephen relaxed, joining Tommy in mocking laughter at the rookies still relying on bushes to advance and added.

"I slept with two girls from the Blonde Society, now my thighs and abs hurt like hell," Tommy replied.

"There must be something wrong with this world. A pauper like you is just starting college and ends up having a threesome with a sorority? I haven’t even had the chance to try that," Stephen widened his eyes and turned to Tommy, "Did you drug them?"

"It’s charm, buddy!" Tommy said.

When they reached the roadside near SSD’s gates, Tommy left the towel with Stephen and dashed naked towards the Spartan main entrance, laughing, "Phoenix Society idiot, I’m going to show you some colors!"

Tommy burst into the lobby, quickly grabbed a pair of pants from a pile on the living room sofa to put on, and then grabbed a bullhorn before running back out. Just as Stephen, who had just wrapped the towel around his waist and was about to catch a break, had yet to react, Tommy used the megaphone to shout to the passing joggers:

"Stephen Binns, with a net worth of six hundred million, the wealthiest Stanford student in attendance, a future elite of the Phoenix Society, is now streaking like an exhibitionist! Stay tuned!"

"F*ck! F*ck you, Tommy of the White Robe Society trash!" Stephen flipped off Tommy and, forgoing rest, rushed towards his fraternity’s direction, "You better pray you don’t run into me in the Freshman Race, or I’ll *ing kill you, pauper!"

But what responded to him was still Tommy’s provoking voice from the bullhorn behind him: "Stephen Binns, with a net worth of six hundred million, the wealthiest Stanford student in attendance, a future elite of the Phoenix Society, is now streaking like an exhibitionist! Stay tuned!"

Watching Stephen flee in embarrassment, Tommy laughed. "What a beautiful morning."