“I don’t think so.”
When I was away from home life was great. I was able to be the bi-sexual I am, without my family bringing me down.
If it was one thing about Michelle I didn’t like it was the fact that she is Queen Ghetto. That girl is the kind that bites her toe nails. I walked past her room and saw her putting up empty liquor bottles on her dresser. I just shook my head and walked away. I wanted to tell her, that mini skirt was way too small but that’s my girl so I held my tongue. The off campus advisor told me that Michelle and I was going to have to share the house with a student that transferred from another college. He really couldn’t tell me much about the person other than they really wanted a house by themselves if they could have accommodated it. That was a bad sign right out the gate. I knew then I wouldn’t like who ever was suppose to be moving in. Michelle walked out of her room with that I’m ready to get into something look in her eyes.
“Michelle, before you even open your mouth, we just got here and I’m not trying to go anywhere and get shit started with you.”
“Come on Eric, stop trippin’! You know you want to start the year off right so let’s go up to the school and tell everybody we see, we’re having a small get together.”
“Tell everyone we see and a small get together don’t go in the same sentence. This is my last year and I need to focus.”
“You should have been focused for the last three years. Don’t try to make up three years in one semester.”
“I have been focused hoochie! That’s why this is my last year.” She was my girl, but damn she was beginning to work my nerves.
“Look, let’s just have a cook out tonight and we don’t have to have another till the spring.”
I went along with it just to shut her the hell up. “Fine, Michelle. Fine. But I have a question. Who’s paying for the food?”
I knew the answer to that. I knew her broke ass didn’t have any money and I was going to have to foot the bill. But that was okay ’cause I’m only buying one slab of ribs and a pound of ground beef for hamburgers. If they asses don’t get here while the food is still here, there will be some hungry muthafuckas here tonight.
Later that night the house was packed with almost everybody from the college. There were people outside, in the house, down the street, everywhere. The music was loud and it seemed like everybody that came through the door had either liquor or beer with them. The alcohol was being poured freely. Our party had only been going for about two hours and I was already buzzing. I went outside to get some fresh air. The inside of the house was engulfed with weed smoke. On the patio I met this beautiful woman I had seen a few times on campus last year.
“Hey wuz up? I’m Eric and you
are?” “I’m Danielle”
I tried to act like I wasn’t drunk. I had to put myhand on the patio table to steady myself.
“Nice to meet you. I’ve seen you on campus a few
times.” “Yeah, I’ve noticed you also.”
If I didn’t know better that sounded like the beginning of her flirting with me. “So, do you have a boyfriend up here or back home?”
“Yeah, he’s back home. But I have a saying I live
by.” “What’s that?”
“Out of sight, out of mind.”
That’s what I’m talking about. A female that is all about getting hers.
“I tell you what. Let’s move this conversation to my room.”
She and walked past all the drunk and high people laying on the floor and leaning against the wall.
“You have to excuse my room. I haven’t finished unpacking yet. And, I just went to the store and picked up a few things. I keep them in my room to keep people out of it.”
She reached in one of the grocery bags that were on the
floor. “I take it you don’t like to share your jelly filled doughnuts
huh?”
“No, I love my doughnuts. That’s why they are in here.” She stood next to the dresser and I sat on the bed. Danielle
walked over to me and knelt down between my legs and started
tugging on my belt buckle.
“Damn you all about getting yours huh?”
“Shhh! Help me get your pants off.”
I stood up and quickly got my pants down around my
ankles. Before I could slide my boxers down she was stroking
me to the point of erection.
“Eric, I’ve been wanting to fuck you since last year. You
never paid me any attention.”
“Well, you damn sure got my attention tonight.” I felt her
warm mouth lower onto my dick. I laid back and lether do what
she wanted to do. She gently nibbled on the head. At first I was
shocked but after a while that was an incredible sensation.
Besides, I’m all for a little pain.
“You like the way I suck your dick huh?”
I could barely speak. “You good as hell boo.” She went back to doing her thing. She sucked me for
what seemed like thirty minuets. I was holding back. I didn’t
want to cum before she wanted me to. Then she stopped. “What’s wrong? Why you stop?”
“Since you love doughnuts so much.” She walked over to
the grocery bag on the dresser. Opened up my raspberry filled
doughnuts and knelt back between my legs. I didn’t know what
she was going to do. All I know is I wanted her to put my damn
doughnut back.
“What the hell you plan on doing with that. I didn’t offer
you that doughnut.”
She took the doughnut and squished it between her hands.
As the jelly ran out she held her hands over my dick as the jelly
spilled onto me. My eyes bulged out. She then rubbed her hands all
over my dick and thighs. It was doughnut everywhere. She began to
suck my dick even harder. All I could hear was the smacking sound
of her face hitting the jelly.
“Whoa! Now that’s what I’m talking about! Suck the
jelly off my dick baby!”
This girl was off the hook. All I could think about was
sex with a doughnut, ain’t this some shit. I can’t wait to try this
on somebody else. This is the bomb. The jelly had run all down
the crack of my butt and she was right there licking it up. Right then my bedroom door opened. Danielle and I both
looked up. There was this skinny light skinned girl with a very
pissed off look on her face, and some dude standing there looking at
us. The skinny girl’s mouth fell open. She quickly slammed the
door. I heard the guy she was with ask her as they walked away
from the door, “I hope that was not your roommate.”
Damn, I could imagine what she must be thinking. Seeing
her new roommate getting his dick sucked with doughnut all
over it. I’ll go introduce myself after Danielle finishes getting
this jelly off of me.
Chapter 3
Tracy “What the hell is going on in this house?” I am so upset it’s not funny. My fiancé and I just drove all the way up here from Miami, Florida and the first thing I see when I get here is a house full of drunk ass people and some guy getting his dick sucked.
“Tracy, just calm down. It looks like they’re having a welcome back to school party.”My fiancé Brandon isalways the calm one. I’m about ready to explode.
“Brandon did you see what I just saw? There was a guy lying across a bed with a girl giving him head. I just got here I don’t need to be seeing that! This is the reason I wanted a house all to myself. I
knew I was going to get stuck with some silly ass people.” As I turned around I looked right into the eyes of the guy that was getting his dick sucked. “High I’m Eric”
“You nasty. That’s what you are!”
“Why it gotta be all that. I came over here to apologize
for you seeing that, but if you’re gonna trip…” My teeth clenched as I was about to jump all over this Eric, or what ever he said his name was, person. “Look muthafucka…!” Brandon jumped in. “Eric, how you doing? My name is Brandon. You have to forgive Tracy. We just drove 13 hours and she’s a little grumpy right now.”
He had better be glad Brandon jumped in. I was about to read his ass. Eric and Brandon talked for a few more seconds then Eric shot me a nasty look then walked out the room.
“Girl, why are you trippin on your new
roommate?” “My roommate? Oh hell nah!”
“Oh hell yeah. He told me he was your roommate and the other roommate is out there somewhere.”
I know all I have to do is pick up the phone and Mama and Daddy will have this fixed first thing in the morning. There was no sense in me even unpacking. Tomorrow I’ll be the hell out of here. It’s obvious I’m nothing like these people. Daddy works for a major advertising company and mama owns three bakeries. I’m used to the finer things in life. I’m used to people with class. Not these ghetto ass people. I have every right to call the police and have every last one of them picked up for every thing under the sun. Under age drinking. I saw a girl in there, had to be no older than 17 with a beer bottle in her hand. Smoking marijuana, disturbing my peace, everything.
“Tracy, Baby try to calm down. It’s not that bad. You partied worse than this when you were at The College of Miami.”
I was pacing around the room like an angry beast. Finally after a few more calming words from Brandon I was fine. He even talked me into going out and finding my other roommate and joining the party. Not that I would enjoy talking to anybody in here but at least have a few drinks. I walked towards the bathroom door that was closed. I reached out and turned the knob and the door flew open.
“What the fuck!” I was stunned
again. “Close the door bitch!”
I slammed the door closed and ran back to my room.
“Brandon you are not going to believe what I just
saw!” “What?”
“I opened the door to the bathroom, and there was this big girl bent over the sink getting fucked from the back.”
“Really?”
For a second he looked like he wanted to go see for himself. But I guess the snarl on my face prevented that from happening.
“I feel like I just walked into the world’s biggestorgy.” I just sat on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. “This has got to be a bad dream. There is no way I can live with these people.”
I looked up and Eric was standing to the door. “Can I come
in?” “Sure.”
He sat down next to me and reintroduced himself to me. Then he started telling me a little bit about himself.
“I’m an elementary education major and I graduate in May. Our roommate Michelle is a little ghetto but she’s a good person.”
“I haven’t met her yet.”
“Yes you have, she was the one in the bathroom.”
We both looked at each other and busted out laughing. Eric turned out to be okay. Even Brandon was comfortable around him. They seemed to hit it off very well.
It was about 3:00 in the morning and the crowd was dying down. I still hadn’t said a word to Michelle. Every time she saw me she looked like she wanted to kick me in the face.
Eric, Brandon, and I sat in my room and talked for hours. Eric told us that he was bi-sexual. I didn’t have a problem with it and, surprisingly, neither did Brandon. He seemed almost at ease with it. I’m not the kind of person that gets all into my business with you until I really know you. So, I just told him little things about me. Nothing major.
Since we drove up and I was keeping the car. Brandon had to fly back. His flight left at 7:00 a.m. so he wanted to try and grab a few hours of sleep before he had to go. I wanted to give him some, but by the time Eric left my room, Brandon was snoring and I didn’t want to wake him. But something was puzzling me. I could not figure out what that raspberry smell was in my room.
I awoke to the smell of stale beer and marijuana residue. As Brandon lay in the bed, I just laid next to him and tried to soak up the last few minuets he and I had together before he left to go back home. I’ve been with him for the last eight years. I know everything about him. I know his favorite color, foods, movies, everything. It feels like we were meant to be together. We started dating in the seventh grade. He’s been my soul mate since then. We have plans on getting married and starting our own Gourmet Bakery one day. Since he’s majoring in Business Administration and I’m in my junior year majoring in Culinary Arts it just seems obvious the career path we have chosen.
As he awoke and started to stretch, the early morning sun peaking through the blinds hit his body at the perfect angle. He is my Adonis. All six foot four inches of him belongs to me. His dark skin seems to glisten as the sun reflects of his well toned chest. I rolled over ready to offer him my body before he left.
“Oh shit baby. My plane leaves in forty five
minuets!” My bubble was burst just that fast.
After seeing Brandon off at the airport, I went back to the house to try to get things situated. I really do like Eric, but I’m still not sure if I was going to stay or not. When I walked in Eric was in the kitchen on the phone. Michelle was sitting on the couch watching T.V. I walked in and introduced myself.
She said, “What’s up?” Without even looking at me.
I sat down beside her and started asking her questions about herself. “Where are you from?”
“Orlando.”
“Great, I’m from Miami. What’s your
major?” “P.E.”
“How old are
you?” “20.”
Michelle was acting like I was irritating her. I guess Eric got the same impression, because he came in the room and started asking me questions about Miami. I told him about South Beach, Aventura Mall, Bayside, and many of the popular tourist attractions. He told me he always wanted to go there because it sounded so exotic. Miami has its moments. I never really got to enjoy most of it, because my parents are so strict. They never wanted me to venture into Liberty City, Overtown, Opa-Locka, or any of the predominantly black neighborhoods. Most people can’t believe I was born and raised in Miami and have never been to any of the many clubs that line South Beach. If my parents had caught me even thinking about going, they would have killed me. Since Brandon is a P.K., we spend most of our time in church or youth conferences. My parents loved him from the first time they met him and found out he was Bishop Billy Robbins’ son. He’s the pastor of one of the newest black churches in Miami. To my mother and father Brandon’s family was on the rise and the two
families got along, they just figured that Brandon and I should be together forever. They think he is so perfect. Little do they know, he is the one that taught me all I know about sex and pleasing a man.
Eric and I walked outside to unpack more stuff out of my car. “Eric, what’s the deal with your girl Michelle? I tried to start a conversation with her and she gave me all these one word answers.”
“Well, that’s Michelle, straight out the ghetto. She’ll get better once you get to know her.”
“Acting like that, I don’t know if I want to get toknow her, she ain’t gotta worry. I won’t say shit else to her.”
“Come on now, why it got to be like that? Can’t we all just get along?”
“Huh, yeah we’ll see. Anyway, what’s up with you being bisexual? The way that girl was all up on that the other night shows me you love the ladies.”
“Oh no my sister, I LOVE me some men. I just have to have my taste of a woman every now and then. If I had to choose one, I’ll take a nice long dick any day. Besides it has a lot to do with my uncle when I was growing up.”
Right then I knew exactly what he was talking about so I just shut my mouth and kept unpacking. Eric helped me take the last t
wo boxes in the house to my room. “So, Tracy, what made you transfer all the way to North Carolina?”
“Well, the main reason is I had to get away from a situation that was just getting way out of control. The reason I told my parents is because Bell University has the best culinary arts program in the country. It helps too that my mother is an alumni. So of course she didn’t protest.”
“Tracy, I can’t even start to think that a girl like you would get caught up in something that would make you leave the state.”
“Eric, we all have our skeletons.”
While I was talking to Eric my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and damn near dropped the phone. Sometimes skeletons come out the closet and get packed with your luggage.
Chapter 4
Michelle No that bitch didn’t just try to start a conversation with me. The first words out of her mouth to me should have been I’m sorry for walking in the bathroom on you last night. Then I might have a few words for her. But, I see already she thinks she’s too big to apologize. I’ll fix her ass, you best believe that.
I’m sitting on the sofa watching T.V. when Eric walks out of Tracy’s room. “So, I see you have a new best friend.”
“Don’t start. She just wanted me to help her get the rest of her things out her car.”
Walking over to the front room window I asked Eric, “What kind of car does she drive?”
“It’s the new SVT Cobra Mustang. It’s off the hook too!”
“Whatever.” I should have known she was one of those rich kids whose parents buy them everything. Don’t have to work for shit. Just say Daddy I need, and it’s there for you. I feel like if I stay in this house another second, and Miss Thang walk in here, I’m going to kick her ass.
“Eric, let’s go up to campus since classes start tomorrow. This might be a good time to hit the book store.” Upper classmen always got our class syllabus early to make sure we were able to show up to class day one ready to work.
“Yeah, sounds good. Let me ask Tracy if she wants to go.”
“Let’s leave her ass here. She’s all locked up in her room, no need to disturb her.”
“Even though I know you’re trippin’, I’ll go along with you this time.”
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