"I got to give it to Amy," Jake said after I told him what had happened when I got back to our room. He was packing up a change of clothes and some bathroom items because Lisa's roommate had moved in with her boyfriend, and so while she had the room to herself, they were going to take advantage of it. "She played you like a fiddle."
"Yeah," I said, thinking back to what had just happened. I had sex with someone I thought was Amy, but instead she had set me up by blindfolding me and having someone else fuck me in order to win a bet. Most guys would've been happy for that. Sex without any strings attached. But something kept replaying in my head. Something the mystery girl had whispered to me when it was over.
"Thank you for a wonderful first time," she had said. What did that mean? Did she mean that she and I would do it again one day? Or was I her first? I didn't feel a hymen when she slid me into her, but not all girls still have one when the have sex their first time. I heard that some girls could break their own hymen while stretching or riding a bike. Or maybe she had gotten a little overzealous while masturbating.
"Well, I'm off," Jake said.
"You know, this is kind of big for you two," I said. "It's kind of like moving in together."
"I know," Jake said with a smile. "It's gonna be great. Going to bed together every night. Waking up with her in my arms every morning."
"You guys have been doing that already," I said.
"True," he said. "But now we wont have to listen to you snore fucking logs all night."
Jake left the room, and I was on my own. That night, I didn't sleep much. The memories of what happened keeping me awake. I had to find out who that girl was.
"I'm not telling you," Amy said when I asked her the next morning. She looked like she hadn't slept much that night either.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because she told me not to," she said. "That was part of the deal. She gets to have sex with you and move on."
"Fine," I said. "At least tell me this... Was she a virgin before she and I did it?"
"I'm not telling you," Amy said. "Now if you'll please leave, I have to get dressed."
"So," I said. "Not like I haven't seen you naked before."
Amy looked at me with cold eyes.
"Alright, fine," I said. "Will you at least do me one favor?"
"Depends," she said.
"Whoever she is, tell her that last night was amazing and that I can't get her out of my head."
Amy sighed and said, "Fine. Now get out."
I left Amy's room, and she slammed the door behind me.
Even though it was Saturday, I still had a lot of work to finish before classes on Monday, so I grabbed my books and my backpack and headed for the library. On the way there, I ran into Andy, who had a couple books with him, as well as his laptop and two spiral notepads filled with all kinds of writing.
"Where you headed?" he asked me.
"Library," I said. "You?"
"Same," he said. "So much work to do, I can't get any of it done in my room because my roommate is being a total cockbite and blasting music, so I can't think."
"That sucks," I said.
"Seriously," said Andy. "I mean, do you know how hard it is to theorize the astronautical drift through intradementional plains without dismissing the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, while at the same time rewriting the laws of physics?"
"I was with you up to 'do you know how hard it is,' and then nothing but static," I said, wondering just what the hell Andy was studying.
"Yeah, well it's even harder with Sad But True by Metallica blasting in the background," said Andy.
When we got to the library, we grabbed a table and I set out to do my studying while Andy went off in search of more books that he needed. I was in the middle of reading a chapter when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Marc?" a female voice asked. I looked up and turned my head to see Roxanne standing there with a smile on her face. Roxanne, or Rox as I liked to call her, was in one of my classes this semester, where we sat next to each other, talking and occasionally joking before class starts.
"Rox," I said. "Hey, what's up?"
"Not much," she said. "Just came by to study. Mind if I..." She indicated to an empty chair at the table.
"No, go ahead," I said.
"Thanks," she said as she sat down. "I hate sitting by myself. Makes me feel like I'm back in high school."
"I know the feeling," I said.
"You were a loner too?" she asked.
"For three and a half of the four years of school," I said.
"What about the other half a year?"
"I sort of had a girlfriend. But, um... Yeah, that's not something I want to think about."
"Bad break up?" she asked
"Not really," I said. "More of some things that came to light and happened when I saw her during Christmas break."
I could tell that Rox was curious, but she didn't push me to tell her more.
"Holy crap," she said as Andy returned with a book cart full of books. "You starting your own library or something?"
"Ha, ha," Andy said sarcastically. "If only. I need all these books to study and do research."
"Dude, seriously. What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. "All those classes you're taking, long hours working on projects."
"Don't ask," he said as he sat down and started going through the first of many books that night.
Roxanne and I did our work, occasionally chatting with each other. It was around eight that night when Amy showed up.
"Hey," she said as she sat down. "Roxanne? What are you doing here?"
"Hi Amy," she said.
"You two know each other?" I asked.
"You could say that," Amy said suspiciously.
"Yeah," Roxanne said. "I'm taking an art class, just to fill out my courses for the semester, and Amy is in it as well."
"Ah," I said.
"I'm going to grab some coffee before I get started," Amy said. "Anyone else want some?"
"Please," I said.
"Andy?" Amy asked.
"Sure," he said as he copied something out of a book.
"Alright," Amy said. "Roxanne, would you help me carry."
"Um, sure," she said, getting up and following her out of the library where the coffee cart was outside. There was something weird between them. The way they looked and regarded each other. A sort of sexual tension... Was Amy bi? Did the two of them go down on each other? I didn't know what Roxanne's preference was when it came to sex. She and I were friends, but not close enough to ask that kind of thing.
They returned a few minutes later with three coffees.
"Hey, I gotta go," Roxanne said as Amy sat down. She packed her books into her bag, looking kind of nervous. "I'll see you in class on Monday."
"Yeah, sure," I said as she quickly walked away. I looked at Amy and asked, "What was that about?"
