My college roommate Katie is so annoying. Sorry, that's the only way I can put it.
I mean, she's a good person and all. And we generally get along ok. She just really gets on my nerves sometimes.
You want proof? Ok, where do I start?
Well, there's the fact she always "borrows" my things, like my makeup and clothes and even my laptop, without asking. When I eventually get said item backโโโif I get it backโโโit's often damaged in some way.
Oh, how about the time she decided that we should pool our food together on a community shelf in the middle of our dorm room?
"Amber, it's good for roommates to share," she said in a condescending tone. But she always forgets to go grocery shopping, so I'm the only one replenishing the snacks and ramen.
Still not convinced, huh?
How about the way she likes to watch TV shows on her laptop, volume on full blast? Doesn't matter if I'm trying to sleep or study for a final. And the one time I asked her to put on headphones, she refused, saying it would "ruin the experience."
"Ruin the experience?" Katie, you're watching Japanese anime with subtitles. Why do you even need sound?
Unbelievable.
Alright, I can tell you're still not convinced. "Amber, that doesn't sound that bad," you're thinking, "Sure, she's a bit inconsiderate, but you're making it sound worse than it is."
Fine. You want the coup de grace? The icing on the cake? Here it is:
Katie likes to invite her boyfriend to our roomโโโwithout telling me, of courseโโโand then, when she thinks I'm not looking, suck his dick right there on her bed. Right in front of me.
Yep, that's right, I'm talking a full-on, sloppy suck fest in our dorm room, while I'm in there with them, pretending not to notice.
And you want to know the worst part about it? The part that really grinds my gears?
I kinda like it.
You're shocked, right? You don't believe me. It's alright. I wouldn't believe me either. But it's true.
Why don't I leave the room? Well, that is none of your business...
No, I'm not going to give you the details! I really don't want to go into it...
...
Alright, fine! Let me tell you about this special little number she always likes to pull:
It always starts the same way. I'm minding my own business, playing something on my Xbox. Red Dead Redemption 2 has been my jam lately. Katie and What's-His-Name are lying on her bed on the other side of the room. Katie is giggling about some dumb joke he told.
Suddenly, they start whispering in hushed tones. I don't have to turn my head to know what's happening because I can hear the distinct sound of a zipper being slowly pulled down, tooth by metallic tooth.
You know what's crazy? She thinks I don't notice, but I can see everything in the reflection of the mirror on my desk. I watch as she slowly reaches into his pants and pulls his throbbing cock out through the fly of his jeans.
I'll give him this, homeboy has a nice cock. It's thick and long, with veins running down the side. The kind with a perfect head, not with a weird shape or anything.
So anyway she wraps her dainty hand around his girth, her cheap press on nails barely touching as she slowly glides up and down his veiny shaft. Then, opening her mouth, she takes a tentative lick of his bulbous cock head.
I mean seriously, did they not think to turn the lights off or consider that I can see everything happening in the reflection of the mirror? It's just silly.
Sometimes I have to resist the urge to call them out on it, "Hey geniuses, I can see you sucking dick over there. Maybe close the curtains next time?"