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Goddesses’ Bet

III

Mark walked with Haley and Taylor along the quadrangle separating the dorm buildings from Greek Row. Haley was hugging herself with both arms, swiveling her head this way and that as she watched for imagined predators. “Are you guys sure this is a good idea?”

“Come on, Haley,” Taylor said. “This is gonna be fun! It’s our first real college party.”

“That may be true, but we won’t know anyone there.”

“We know each other, duh! Plus, Mark’s roommate. He’s the one who invited us, right?”

Mark suspected Chet’s mention of the party was more of a jab than an actual invitation. “Yeah… kinda. We’re still getting to know each other.”

He glanced at Haley, who was staring at him with wide eyes. He smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring. “It’s important to try new things, right?”

“But what if those new things are dangerous?”

Taylor scoffed. “What’s gonna happen at a frat party?”

“I don’t know!” Haley squeaked. “We could get hazed… or they’ll make us go naked streaking! You don’t know.” She stomped the next few steps along the sidewalk.

Taylor sighed, rolling her eyes. “We just gotta stick together, and we’ll be fine. That kinda stuff only happens in movies, and it’s for guys pledging the frats anyway. Do you think some guy’s gonna make you do anything you don’t wanna do with me standing right there?” She paused for almost two entire seconds. “…And Mark?”

Ignoring the slight to his physical capabilities, Mark bumped Haley with his shoulder. “See? It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Haley loosened her grip around herself, standing up a little straighter. “If you say so…”

***

The fraternity house was an old limestone mansion. A pair of guys stood by the door wearing hoodies with Greek letters matching the ones on the building.

“Welcome! Snacks are to your left. Bathroom’s at the end of the hall. Pool and darts are down in the basement.”

Mark and Taylor entered the frat house with Haley trailing behind.

“See, this isn’t so scary,” Mark said over his shoulder, “They don’t even have beer tonight.”

“Really?” Haley asked.

Mark shook his head. “It’s their ‘dry’ night. Chet says it’s to keep up appearances with the administration.”

“Beer is gross anyway,” Taylor said, leading the way to the dining room. “Let’s get some food, I’m starving!”

They found a room set up with a bunch of folding tables and chairs; a few dozen students sat with paper plates, filling the room with a clatter of conversation. Taylor led them to a set of snack tables at the end of the room, where they each filled a plate.

They found a table that was empty save for a girl Taylor recognized and another guy in a Gamma-Delta shirt. After a quick round of introductions, everyone dug in. The girl was another volleyball player and her boyfriend.

“You guys all freshmen?” He asked.

They nodded. The conversation went the typical rounds: where was everyone from, what were their majors, and had anyone seen the hot new streaming series? Taylor and her teammate talked about the game they’d won a few days earlier, leaving Mark and Haley to talk to her boyfriend.

“You play any sports?” He asked Mark.

Mark shook his head. “I like watching sometimes, but it’s kinda boring on TV.”

“He’d rather spend his time playing games,” Haley said.

His face lit up at that. “What kinda stuff do you play?”

“Different things,” Mark said, “RPGs, town sims… some of the Final Fantasies.”

“You ever COD?”

Mark shook his head. “I’m pretty bad at shooters.”

“You should come play here sometime; we’ve got a sweet setup with the projector downstairs.”

Mark made a noncommittal noise. Chet had warned him that most of the brothers would try to recruit him to the fraternity, and that sounded like even more of a distraction than dating. Haley’s worries about hazing didn’t help.

The basement was much more crowded than upstairs, and the girls were quickly overwhelmed by the taller guys packed into the space. Looking up at him, Taylor asked, “Can you see an open table anywhere?”

Mark spotted a high table, and Taylor pushed through the crowd until they reached it. Leaving the girls to guard the table, Mark navigated the crowded room to fetch another round of drinks. As he shook the ice water from some soda cans, a hand clapped Mark’s shoulder from behind. “Bro! You made it!”

It was Chet, of course. “Finally managed to tear yourself away from the books?”

Mark scowled at him, “Just because I value my education doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have fun.”

Chet held his palms out. “Come on, man, I’m just messing with you.” He tapped Mark playfully on the arm, “Lighten up, would ya?”

Chet’s attitude was really starting to get on Mark’s nerves. But he knew they’d have to share a space for the whole rest of the year, so he should try to get along. “This is a pretty cool party.”

“I know, right? I hear the real parties are better, but I’d rather not have to dodge campus cops on my way home.”

Mark didn’t plan on drinking until he turned twenty-one, campus police or not, but he said nothing.

“Anyway,” Chet continued, “I’m in line for a pool table; you want in?”

“Let’s see if my friends want to play.”

Chet followed Mark back to the table where the girls waited. Mark introduced everybody, and Chet’s grin widened as he shook hands with the girls. “I recognize you,” he said to Taylor. “You’re on the volleyball team, right?”

Taylor returned his grin with a smug smirk. “Yep!”

“Sweet, you can be on my team; we’ll smoke these two.”

Haley stared wide-eyed at Mark. Taylor said, “What are we playing?”

Chet gestured at the pool tables. Haley leaned close to Mark’s ear and said, “I’ve never played pool before…”

Unsurprisingly, Chet and Taylor won two games without breaking a sweat. Mark was almost as inexperienced as Haley, and her longer reach couldn’t compensate for Taylor’s athletic prowess, even though Chet scored the most. The party was getting even more rowdy by the time they finished the game. Mark saw Haley clinging to Taylor’s arm, so he told Chet, “We’re gonna head out. See you back at the dorm.”

Chet gave him a wink that Mark didn’t understand, and the trio left.

***

Mark was playing a game when Chet got back just after midnight.

“You missed out, man.”

“Hmm?”

“That girl Kennedy showed up after you left and brought some of her friends. I think she’s dating Justin.”

“Who’s Justin?”

“You didn’t meet Justin? He’s president of the Gamma-Delts and a senior. I’m surprised he’d go for a freshman, but I can’t say I blame him. She’s a total smoke show.”

Mark had no response to that.

“So, what’s up with your friends? You hittin’ one of those?”

“Huh?”

“The girls you brought to the party, which one’s yours?”

“Mine?”

Chet threw up his hands. “All that studying’s not gonna help if you’re really this dense. Are you going out with Taylor or Haley?”

Mark paused his game and rolled back in his chair. “What? No… they’re my best friends.”

Chet’s face fell. “Aww, man… friendzoned, huh? Condolences, my dude.”

“No, no, it’s not like that. We’ve been hanging out since we were little kids. It’d be like dating my sister.”

“Hot.”

“Gross! Knock it off, dude!”

Chet held up his hands. “Sorry, sorry. You sure you’re not gay, though? It’s totally cool if you are…”

“I already told you I’m not!” The question shook a thought loose in Mark’s head. Obviously, Taylor and Haley weren’t interested in him, but were they interested in guys at all? He’d never asked after they went to prom together, and it seemed way too awkward to ask about it now.

“Whatever, dude. You’re totally missing out, then. I doubt you could handle Taylor, but the nerdy one seems like just your type.”

Mark ignored Chet and resumed his game.

IV

Titania put a palm to her forehead. “How oblivious can this dude be?”

Fulla looked up from a gilt-edged book. “Hmm?”

“It’s been ten years, and Mark still has no idea our girls are into him.”

“Patience is a virtue, Titania.”

Titania scoffed. “There’s patience, and there’s watching two poor girls thirst after a moron for over a decade.”

“Perhaps the time has come to abandon this wager.”

“Ha! Nice try. I say it’s time to give Mark a little nudge.”

Fulla’s eyes widened. “Interference is forbidden.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. I know we can’t make him choose. But there’s gotta be some way we can… help him along…”

Returning to her book, Fulla said, “If you are caught cheating, you will forfeit the wager.”

Titania rolled her eyes dramatically and went back to watching Mark’s life. She didn’t see a slight, knowing smirk play across Fulla’s lips.

***

“The first rule of the chemistry lab,” Professor Sinclair said, “Is safety. We have gloves, safety glasses, and there are fume hoods along the wall there for when we work with noxious or otherwise dangerous fumes.”

Mark struggled to focus on what the professor was saying. Julianna Sinclair was incredibly beautiful. She had to be at least six feet tall, and almost half of that was just her legs. Her white lab coat reached just past her very short skirt, showing off nylon-clad pillars of smooth, toned skin that seemed to go on for miles. The coat was unbuttoned—Mark wondered if the buttons would even close. She had a pale pink shirt tucked into her skirt, with a long line of tiny buttons running from a waist so small Mark thought he could encircle it with just his hands and up over the crest of the biggest breasts he’d ever seen.

Mark bounced between arousal and disgust. What would his mother say? Mark had never hit on a girl, never objectified women in movies, and definitely never looked for inappropriate content on the internet. Yet, here in his chem lab, at almost twenty years old, something was awakening inside him.

Mark’s hand shook as he measured powder into a glass beaker. A shadow fell over the lab bench, and an angel’s voice said, “The flame on your Bunsen burner is a little high,” Julianna glanced at her clipboard. “Mark.”

His lab partner reached over to twist the dial down, but Mark couldn’t tear his eyes off the Professor. Dark golden hair with near-white highlights cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves. Her lips were full and pink, and the contours of her cheeks, her jaw, her nose… If Mark had ever seen Fulla or Titania, he would say his lab professor was more beautiful than the goddesses. He would be exaggerating, but not by much.

“T-thank you, Professor.” Up close, her chest seemed even larger. Bigger than basketballs, they hovered over the lab desk, inches away from the equipment set up there. But Julianna moved with ease, perfectly aware of the space her body occupied. She gave him a faintly patronizing smile, and Mark felt his cheeks grow hot. How could a woman be so gorgeous? Hormones raged through his body—he had a desperate urge to feel Professor Sinclair’s body against his. Mark watched her walk to the next lab station, hips swaying in her long white coat and impossibly huge breasts quaking with each step. Even the sound of her high-heeled shoes clicking on the linoleum turned him on.

“You’re staring,” Mark’s lab partner whispered flatly.

He shook himself, still blushing furiously. “Sorry, I’m not… I don’t…”

“Whatever, dude,” she said, “Just finish measuring that sodium.”

Shame washed over Mark. He’d been ogling a woman like some kind of Neanderthal. This wasn’t how he was raised. The Professor’s boobs had him so blind he hadn’t even learned his lab partner’s name!

Still… Professor Sinclair really did have amazing boobs…

Lying on her side in a thread-of-gold divan, Fulla ran a finger along the open vee of her golden breastplate. The skin of her breast tingled under her touch, and she smiled to herself.

“At long last,” the goddess whispered.

***

Mark sat at his desk, transcribing his notes from the chemistry lab into a report. His lab partner had done all the math; all he had to do was write everything up in passive voice. But his mind kept wandering to the sexy lab professor. He’d type up a few words before the lines and curves of her body flooded his mind. Especially those boobs… Full and round and perky and so, so huge… Mark shifted in his chair as his body reacted to the memory. He shook the mental image away and typed a few more words. He had to have this report emailed tonight.

Titania watched Mark study, a line creasing her perfect brow. “He’s thinking about her again…”

“Thinking about whom?” Fulla asked.

“That bimbo professor, obviously.”

Fulla shrugged. “A natural reaction. She is quite beautiful, is she not?”

Titania’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe a little too beautiful. What’s a mortal with a body like that doing teaching chemistry to undergrads?”

“Are you suggesting a woman cannot be both beautiful and intelligent?”

“That’s not what I mean. She’s obviously capable. But where did she even come from?”

“She is a perfectly normal human if that’s what you’re asking.”

“With tits the size of basketballs?”

Titania saw Fulla glance at the white marble floor; cheeks reddened ever so slightly. Fulla said, “Every mortal is unique—some are uncommonly attractive.”

“Bullshit. What are you not telling me?”

“Mind your language, Titania.” Fulla sighed. “Fine. Julianna was the subject of a similar wager in her youth. Aphrodite believed she would marry and start a family, giving up her career in education. I bet against her, and over the seven years of Julianna’s education, Aphrodite made her more and more beautiful in the hope that she would attract a partner worthy to distract her from her dream.”

Titania gaped. “What happened to non-interference?”

“She never intervened directly in her life,” Fulla said, back straightening defensively. “I protested, of course, but, in her words, Aphrodite simply gave Julianna’s natural genetics ’a little nudge.’”

“So, what happened?”

Fulla’s grin was as close to smug as Titania had ever seen. “Nothing happened. Aphrodite underestimated Julianna’s strength of character and lost the bet.”

Titania had wondered how her uptight friend had more divine power than an Olympian but wasn’t about to give Fulla the satisfaction of saying so. “And then… you just left her like that?”

“Well, we couldn’t very well revert her. That truly would be interfering. In truth, I expected her beauty to diminish as she aged, but she has maintained herself surprisingly well.”

“Well, good for her, I guess.”

Fulla went back to her reading while Titania turned her attention to Taylor. The redhead was going through her evening routine, brushing her teeth and washing her face. Titania watched the threads of life woven through the girl, connecting the parts of her body and soul and spreading out to others. Gossamer strands led to teachers and classmates, thicker ones toward her family, and two bold, bright cords connected her to her friends, Haley and Mark. Titania found the threads of Taylor’s beauty, her physical attributes, and made a few soft, deliberate tugs.