Gnaeus I never would have labeled an ant farm as a “chick magnet”, a term I have heard jocks and stoners alike use. A “chick magnet” as far as I understand it is an object, pet, symbol, vehicle, occupation or hob that attracts women to said person. I’ve never uttered that word in my life as far back as I remember. It tends to make me cringe. Not quite as much as when the line “it is your destiny” appears in film, but still its best avoided when possible. When you hear the word chick magnet I absolutely, 100% guarantee you that an ant farm will never come to mind. Puppies, maybe, bugs, not a chance.I’ve had about four ant farms through my life. I had to get rid of them in succession eventually because they became too difficult to clean after the ants died. I’ve always either picked up workers from outside or ordered them and workers, no matter the species, usually don’t live more than 3 years. You can’t order a queen because of the environmental dangers posed shipping queens across borders. Its illegal in every country I know of. Although there’s nothing stopping you from going out and finding your own as far as I know.As I live in the South the most common ant you find is the red imported fire ant. Most people don’t call them that name or even know that they’re not native to the country and continent. They came over boat and since dominated their new environment. During the late spring and summer months their queen and drones go on their mating flights and aren’t at all difficult to find. They’re everywhere. They just look like a really big version of the normal red imported fire ant. I didn’t even realize they were actually queens and not a bigger species of fire ant when I saw them growing up. Now I was on a mission to go find one. Obviously I wasn’t going to carry the farm around with me. Instead I opted for my bug collecting glass with the holes built in on the top. I figured out that smaller ants could climb through those holes in one unfortunate incident, but the queen would be far too large.Now one thing that life has taught me is if you’re looking for something it immediately becomes harder to find. The reason I thought about getting the damn ant farm in the first place was I saw the queens out and about and wanted to try again with the whole ant farm thing. Once I got the farm the little little red and black royal pests were nowhere to be seen. I had to walk down the road, checking the pavement and the campus lawn. You have no idea how long I had to look before I found one. Normally the buggers are all over the place during mating season.I eventually found one. It was crawling out of a gutter onto the street, not realizing it was making its way into a big asphalt desert rather than back towards potential nesting ground. It had already shed its wings. No telling how long since its mating flight, but it was ready to nest. As I knew from experience the queens didn’t sting I could have just picked it up with my hands. I didn’t want to damage her though. Instead I hunted around for a leaf and put it down on the ground in front of her until she climbed up on it. Then into the bug collecting tin she went.”What is that?” I nearly dropped the container in my hands. I didn’t realize there was anyone near. Of course a bus full of naked grannies could of gone and I wouldn’t have noticed it as my eye level was on the ground. Come to think of it if a bus full of naked grannies did go I’d be very lucky not to see it. My mind burns even considering that image. As for the person who’d spoken I turned around to see a girl a guy like me would consider completely untouchable. She was wearing a polo shirt and jean-fabric skirt I didn’t know the proper term for. They had to be designer. She had immaculate, shoulder-length black hair, pristine make up and green eyes with lashes that were emphasized said makeup. She had a thin, muscular build that was a bit too much to be a dancer and hinted more at cheerleader. Something I noticed at my college a long time ago was the cheerleaders looked more in shape than our girl’s softball team. The softball team tended towards the large side and I’m not talking about muscular. There were occasions when that wasn’t true, but for the most part it was simply how things were around here.”Uh, just a bug. Insect, I mean.” I blurted. Making good grades is very different from thinking quickly on your feet in a social scenario. I was thrown. If getting caught catching ants didn’t already do it I had just blown any attempt at being cool.”Really? Can I see?” She asked, walking right up to me. The ‘normal’ reaction to insect-napping from a girl is “ew” or the more polite “okay” followed an expression of barely disguised distaste. Her apparent interest threw me even more.”Sure.” I said, holding out the container. “Its an ant.”She took the container in both hands firmly, without any hesitation, and brought it up to her face. Her mouth formed an “O”. Then she looked back to me with excitement. “Its a queen fire ant.” She wasn’t asking. She was telling.”Yeah.” Very verbose I was.”I have one too..” The girl sounded excited. In a way it was like she was saying she had the same breed of cat or dog. “Picked it up on the field last year. She’s my third.”"What?” I don’t really remember thinking the question. My brain at that point was declaring that it had no hold on reality. It even advised me to scan the skies for a blue police box, UFOs or Rodan. There was no way what was happening right now could be real.”Yeah. I used to have an ant farm when I was a kid. I actually got a queen ant. I named her Anne Boleyn. It was one of those kid’s science projects I got into and I didn’t want to order just workers. She ended up dying though.”"Huh?” I think that was what I said. It could have possibly been even more garbled. In one of those coincidences of life I did hear the sound of a bus going . I think it was a school bus though, not a granny tour wagon. I didn’t bother to look.”Once some of the little ones started dying I didn’t know how to clean out the bodies. So the others eventually got sick and all died. I found another one, but she didn’t lay any eggs. She just sat there until she died too. So I kind of gave up on it for a while.”"Uh huh.” I said, nodding. There was a beat or two of silence and I realized I had to actually contribute in some way, shape or form to the conversation. So I spouted the first thing that came to mind. “What did you name the others?”"Marie Antoinette.” She replied with a laugh and beamed at me. “The current one is Elizabeth.”I managed a laugh, but it came out a little strangled. I had to pull it together. “That’s great.” I said.”What are you going to name this one?”"I’ve never actually named any of my ants before. Course I never had a queen before.”"Yeah, the others all kind of look alike, but you’ve got a queen now so you have to name it.” She put an emphasis on the word ‘have’ that was the first prep-ish verbal stereotype she yet indulged in. I was thankful not to have hard the “like totally” appear.”Uh, okay. I’ll think about it. You’ve stolen some of the good ones.”"Well, I’m pretty sure you can find one.” She handed me back the insect collector. “You have tweasers, right? You’re going to need them to get rid of the dead ants.”"Yeah, I’ve had that problem before. I’ve got everything I need.” I accepted the ant back while wracking my brain for any famous queens that would be appropriate. As she’d already used one of Henry’s wives I didn’t want to use another. I wasn’t a big fan of Queen Mary as it was.”After Elizabeth started laying I eventually had to get other ant farms and attach them to the sides to give them a bigger pad.” She held out her hand. “I’m Nina the way.”"I’m Ryan.” I switch hands on the container so I could shake hers. It was a brief, but firm handshake, not quite what you’d give at a job interview. “I’m a student here.”"I know. I’ve seen you around. We had a class together last semester.” She said. “I remember you because of all the books.”"Which class was it?” It sucks when a pretty girl remembers you, but you can’t for the life of you reciprocate. I do have enough experience with women and Disney movies not to try and pretend like I did.”Oh, math. One of the get in and get out classes.” Ah yes. No matter their major there were certain classes everyone had to take. No wonder I didn’t remember her. Those shared classes were packed with close to a hundred students. “You might have also have seen me at the games. I’m a cheerleader.” Did I call it or what?”I’m sorry, I don’t really go to the games.” I said and decided to make a joke out of it. “Until last year I thought a hail mary was when one team was so outclassed the other they dropped down on their knees to pray and let the other run over them in hopes of illiciting divine intervention through sympathy.”She laughed. “Yeah, you don’t really look like a sports person.”"You don’t look like an ant person.”"No, I guess you wouldn’t think so. It was my brother who got me into stuff like that. I had a crush on him growing up and tried to get into the same things he did. In a way you kind of remind me of him.” She glanced at the container. “You should probably take her to her new home soon.”"Yeah,” I said and gestured back the way I came. “I’m staying at the dorm near.”Nina grinned at me. “I thought they only allowed fish at the dorm.”"Yeah, but they never actually check. Do you not stay in one?”"Yes and then no. I moved back home after my first year. I absolutely couldn’t stand my roommate. That we were both on the cheerleading squad made things worse. She’s one of those girls who gives a bad name to the rest of us.”"What’d she do?”Nina started to walk in the direction I indicated as she launched into the story of her roommate. Catching my cue, I stepped up beside her and a listened. I won’t go into the details, but you can imagine the sorts of things that were said. With the negative stereotypes about today its pretty easy to conjure the images she described to mind. From the conversation of her roommate I asked her about herself, what else she was interested in, her friends, her family. I’ve always found it easier to hear people talk about themselves than to contribute my own, but if it was something we shared I added in my two cents. I was curious to see if she would follow me into the dorm. She did and I made no move to stop her.My “suite” is one miniature common room with two smaller bedrooms that could be shut and locked. This gave both occupants some form of privacy. Of course this was the pricier dorm, but it was more than worth it to have a little space to myself. When we got there my roommate’s door was closed and no light was visible under it, indicating that he wasn’t in. I was glad of that. He was a nice guy, but I was happy with the moments of alone time I got in what was now my home. As you can probably expect I didn’t mind not having alone time when a girl like Nina was involved. I let her in even though I was mentally cursing myself for not having the cleanest of rooms. I had the ant farm on the desk in my actual bedroom and I half-expected her to say something as we entered, but she didn’t. At least not about the room. Her focus was on the ant farm. “Wow, that one is huge.”"I figured I’d need a big one if the queen actually started laying.” Indeed the ant farm dominated one side of the desk. “Watch your step. I’m sorry. I’ve got crap everywhere.”"You should see my room.”"Funny, I expected you to be the neat type.”"My mom would laugh if she heard you say that.” Nina said, nimbly stepping through the debris field.”Alright,” I said as I opened the thin top of the ant farm. “Welcome to your new home, Isabella.” Getting the queen in wasn’t hard. She didn’t have any purchase in the container and fortunately I got her into the farm on the first try.”Isabella?” Nina asked, raising her eyebrows. “Which one? There were a lot of Queens named Isabella.”"Isabella of Spain. You know, Columbus?”"Yeah. Don’t forget the Reconquista .I remember reading about her in the Princess Diary books too. Not the movie Princess Diaries, but the book series.”"I think you mean the Royal Diaries”"Yeah, that’s it.” She said, snapping her fingers. She was really cute. “You read the Royal Diaries?”"If you can name ten books you’ve read that I haven’t, I’ll give you a reward.” I joked. I really meant nothing it. It was an off handed comment. Now that I think of it saying an award rather than a reward would have made it sound so much less like I was hitting on her. Can’t say I would go back and change it now though. The results were well worth the temporary embarrassment of thinking I’d put my foot in it.I realized how it sounded and waited for the look of disgust or a rebuke, but she giggled and smiled at me. She was really pretty and she had one of those faces that a smile just seemed to enhance. “Redwall.”"Loved that when I was a kid. And if your going to try Harry Potter next I’m way ahead of you.”"With the Old Breed.” She named the next one.”Never heard of that one.”Her smile became knowing. “Attacks.”"Is that seriously the name of a book?” I asked, thinking it was some thriller novel.”Yeah, its a book Rommel on WWI. Would later become a Field Marshal in the Nazi German military in WWII. He fought on the Italian front. I don’t know the German title. I’m a history major. I read this stuff a lot.” I wasn’t a history guy, but if she had read at the very least 8 more history books she had the literary back up to beat my challenge. Sure enough she did just that.Eight history books later I conceded. “Okay, you won. Do you want a cookie? I keep oreos and chocolate chip…” I trailed off. She had a very focused look on her face as she stepped right up to me. If the ant farm threw me this kind of made me question reality. She leaned forward and gently kissed me. Her lips were soft and up close I caught more than a whiff of her perfume. It was sharp and floral. The lips were far more pressing, no pun intended, than the scent. I’ve always heard descriptions like “her lips were so soft” and other things like that, but they are. It’s never ceased to surprise me every time I’ve kissed her since just how it feels.Nina pulled back after a moment, smiling at me. The best word for it was coy. She then turned and closed the door to my room. With a deft flick of her wrist she flipped the lock closed. My heart was thudding in my chest. I had not only met a cheerleader, but she’d picked me up, brought me back to my own dorm and was now coming onto me. If any god from any religion, or the non-denominational, non-gender specific overseer of your choice if you’re more comfortable hearing that, had suddenly appeared next to me and told me what was happening was real, I would have had an easier time believing they were there and talking to me like one of the boys than she was here and interested in me.She seemed to realize how tense I was because she gave me a cute, disarming look and said, “Can I have your cookie?”I had to laugh at that and relaxed at least a bit. Now there was part of me that was anything but relaxed, at least I felt better after the joke. “Well, if you want.” I said, trying to sound like I had some cool. If you hadn’t figured it out this point I was a virgin and I was pretty sure I was being propositioned, not actually for the first time in my life, but the first time I was ready to accept.”I asked, didn’t I?” She stepped back up to me and began to kiss me again. I allowed me hands to come to rest on her back. When I did she leaned forward into me, pressing her chest up against mine. I could feel the warmth of her skin through her clothes. Up close you’d expect to see every flaw in a person magnified, but she was just as beautiful, if not more so, than I thought when I first met her. In a way this didn’t help my nervousness. I dare you to find anyone who’s not an absolute narcissist to tell you they don’t have things they don’t like about their body. I wasn’t fat, not even close, but I wasn’t the type of jock you’d expect a gorgeous cheerleader to be coming onto. If she was so willing to go this far in just a first meeting I can guarantee you she’s seen bodies better than mine.Nina guided me onto the bed and sat next to me as we continued the make-out session. When her hand drifted down to the bulge in my pants I took that as my okay to reach up and feel her breasts. I could tell plainly she was wearing a bra. It didn’t really hamper the enjoyment though. They were different than the only other girl I’d felt up in this manner. Nina’s were firmer and not quite as large, but the other girl was also bigger than Nina was in both ways. Contrary to what most guys may think I preferred Nina’s.”You can go ahead.” She said as though she could read my mind. I pulled up her shirt. She had a plain, white bra on. Hey, simple can sometimes be sexier than the laciest thing you can imagine. I pulled down the tops of her bra enough to reveal her breasts. I traced my fingers over first one breast and then the other, paying particular attention to her nipples. I had no idea how sensitive they actually were so the moves were very light. Since she shivered I guess I was doing something right. I guess you could call what I did next groping, the motions were similar. It was more difficult with her bra pushed down rather than taken off, but hey, I was enjoying myself. The phrase boys with toys came to mind. Poor joke I know, but its what popped into my head.I was distracted from feeling Nina up when she unzipped my pants and reached into my underwear. I felt her tiny fingers wrap themselves around my dick and stroke me once or twice as best she could in the confines of my pants. I was a little nervous that the fact I didn’t shave would put her off, after all I hadn’t expected someone trying to get into my pants much less successfully getting into someone else’s, but she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. She leaned forward and I went with the motion, taking my hands off her breasts and wrapping them around her back as she came closer. Nina pulled me out of my pants and leaned in close. I can’t say I wasn’t surprised when I realized she was inhaling deeply. Then she sighed. “God, I love that smell.” She murmured and proceeded to move her hand up and down in a motion I knew very well from my own private time. Nina was wanking me off.Nina seemed absolutely fascinated with my penis even as she worked it back and forth in her hands. If all of the other clues told me she’d done this before this one was a dead ringer. It wasn’t just the euphoria of a girl touching my penis that felt so good, but also how she handled it. No one is that naturally good with a part of someone’s body they don’t share. She had to be experienced. The girl had me writhing and humping into her hand before too long, something she took great delight in.If you couldn’t guess as a virgin I wasn’t going to last too long. “I’m going to cum.” I warned her. I saw her glance around and then, with a laugh, she cupped her left hand over my penis as she continued to jerk me off. Now from experience I knew this was going to get messy with her trying to use her hand of all things and anyone who’s tried to do the same when they’ve masturbated knows what I’m talking about. I came a good amount and the spurts for the most part made it into her hand. As I expected some of it got on my pants. I imagine a splotch or two also made it either onto the floor or the covers.”Opps,” she said. Nina still seemed like she was in a very good humor. She was still grinning when brought the hand she’d used to catch the majority of my cum up to her face and proceeded to do what you’d expect only to see in porn films. If you couldn’t guess here’s some imagery. Imagine someone who made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and got a rather large blotch of jelly on their hand. Picture them now sucking and licking it off of said hand. It was mesmerizing just a wee little bit.