Rick stood by his bedroom window gazing outside, a pained look on his face. The sunny suburban scene outside was picturesque but he could care less. All he could feel was the slight thump of his head. He hated Mondays, and the reality of a weekend ended. Last night was still a blur and not at all surprising as he had had one beer too many. It was the first time he had lost control of his drinking and did not appreciate the consequences. He smacked his mouth in disgust as it tasted like he had just ingested a dead skunk. He left his room and drudged down the hall at a snail's crawl to take a badly needed shower.
The short distance felt like a mile.
He heard voices coming from the living room as he went past. The door was slightly ajar. He could hear David's usual charismatic chatter occasionally interrupted by an unfamiliar female voice.
David was at it again, Rick mused
. His roommate had kind of a Don Juan complex going on; which meant that Rick was living with a celebrated man-whore. Amazingly, the girls kept on coming in spite of his reputation!
Who was his new prey?
Rick thought about taking an impromptu detour to check out his best-friend's latest conquest but his disheveled appearance proved discouraging.
He certainly felt like he had gone a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson.
The bathroom was as clean as you would expect when two guys rented a bachelor pad. David's towel was on the sink and still wet.
And my mom calls me a slob, Rick murmured to himself
. He took his time in the bathtub nursing away his migraine with a couple of pain meds from the medicine cabinet. He finished off by brushing his teeth and left the bathroom feeling fresher than he had coming in. He went back to his room for a clean change of clothes. They were still at it in the living room. Trust David to keep a girl interested for however long.
He chose a white shirt and some old grey slacks. Now for a quick glance into the living room before breakfast!
"Hi guys," he said walking in.
"Mornin' to you too. Took you time waking up, dude. Its already ten in the morning." David was casually sprawled on the big comfy sofa with a pretty looking girl at his side. He had on his favorite tightly fitting combination of a grey Maroon 5 t-shirt and black denim pants. He considered that ensemble his 'pussy magnet'. As if Rick needed any more remainder of his disdain for Adam Levine. The girl was clearly smitten for she barely noticed him as he stood over them or, just blatantly ignored him. Her slutty thigh-high dress gave a clear indication of what her endgame was. Rick caught a glimpse of her cleavage and couldn't help but be impressed. Her large juicy melons were thrust in David's face suggestively. A purely shameless act of seduction that David appeared not to mind. "You can't handle the booze, can you? Find a new hobby. Knitting would really complement your delicate hands," he joked. David, as usual, never seemed to suffer the after effects of his nocturnal existence.
"Ha!ha!ha!" Rick laughed sarcastically. "I would definitely like to take a dip in your family gene pool. How the fuck can you be so chipper after a night like the last."
"You wanna know the secret,
mi amigo
?" David cockily asked, betraying his current infatuation with all things Spanish. He wanted to add a little Latin flavor to his arsenal which already included movie star looks, the ability to charm (lie with a straight face) and from reliable sources; a cock that would make a porn-star envious.
"Do tell."
"Waking up next to a beautiful woman," David replied coyly before emphasizing, with eyes on the girl, "
mujer hermoso
." He struck gold as the
chica
giggled like a schoolgirl.
Somebody should enlighten him on how inaccurate Google translate could be, Rick reflected
.
Rick was so distracted by David and his slinky visitor that he had not noticed a fourth presence in the room.
"Hi Rickie." That sweet soft voice, Rick thought as he turned towards the figure seated by the window. He had known it would be her before he even set his eyes on that deceptively delicate face.
Jesus! Her green eyes were eerily beautiful. Eyes he had always seemed to get lost in, back when they were still in high school... siting side by side in class. Eyes that still haunted him especially when he fell into his occasional moments of retrospect. How in hell was she in his living room and not somewhere else far away being a medical intern?
"Hi, Sharon." Her name felt so strange as it rolled off his tongue especially since he had never expected to see her again.
Anytime soon , anyway
. "Long time no see."
"A long time indeed," she said softly. There eyes never parted as they stood there caught in a nostalgic reverie.
She hadn't changed a bit this last three years. Memories of a past nearly forgotten came flooding back. Their first kiss... her soft moans as their bodies entwined in passionate embrace.... Stolen moments when her uncle wasn't around. She had been his first and sadly, his last til this point. He never advertised that even to David, his closest buddy. Being celibate was easy, especially when you were hang up on someone as he was on her. He had thought of going back for her many a times, but....
"You are the last person I expected to see in my living room. What brings you to our humble city?" Rick finally inquired. He was clearly taken aback by this turn of events.
"Actually, I'm a student at the college as of this semester. I decided to track you down the moment I got here. I hadn't realized how hard a task it would be until I learned that you don't live on campus-your mother was quite forthcoming about that. The college is damn massive enough without adding the surrounding neighborhood. Lucky enough, I ran into Trish here who seemed to know David, or of his reputation really well," she answered as her gaze went to the two seated on the couch. "She clearly had her own agenda."
David and Trish had momentarily put their lust aside in order to take in the intriguing exchange unfolding in their midst.
"Don't tell me you finally succumbed to the cold weather back there? Or was med school too hard?" Rick asked taking the last remaining sofa which gave him a clear view of her slender form. She sat down with her legs crossed. Rick found it strange, seeing her in such formal attire. The pant suit was more suited for a job interview.
"Guys," David stood up suddenly. "Trish and I have some unfinished business back in my room, so if you will excuse us...." He trailed off as he left the the room with a giggling Trish trailing behind.
And they were alone. Just the two of them with nothing standing between them but two years of suppressed emotions.
"They just met today! He does know she's a world class floozy, doesn't he?" Sharon said in a mystified tone.
"Then they are peas of the same pod or should I say, 'birds of a feather....'" He saw her smile and his heart skipped a beat. "You still haven't told me how you ended up in this tropical paradise."
"The sandy beaches and charming personalities were too much of a draw." Her voice didn't sound at all convincing. "lets just say I got expelled," she finally blurted out, her hands going to her face as Rick failed to hide his astonishment.
