Its been a while I wrote on this site, to be honest, I had totally forgotten about it until recently. And disclaimer everyone: I'm no professional writer or anything but when things like these happen in your life, you have to write one. It's like life forcing you to use your writing skills and giving you no options. Hope my story justifies the experience.
So about 6 months ago I shifted to Nevada for higher education. Yeah they have Universities here too. And it was here that I met Clara. She was just another classmate at first, but soon we found ourselves to be good friends. I am not excellent in studies but for someone on her level I was like the God of Knowledge. She would mock me a lot for that, but right before exams it was me she literally came begging to and I'd get my revenge; all just fun though. I have helped her a lot in mathematics and she has improved quite significantly. And when this semesters results came out she had passed in all the subjects, she even had more marks than me in some!
"Hey, what's the topper doing in my room today?"
She closed the door behind her and sat on my bed, and pretended to ignore my remark completely. Although her body couldn't physically hide all that excitement.
"You know your face is redder than ever right now Clara."
And she burst.
"Thank you soooooooo much! AAAAAAA! I can't believe I passed! OMG! Did I actually pass in all the subjects?"
She pulled out the result sheet from her bag for probably the 100th time since morning as it was almost a tissue now.
"Yes I have, seeeeee!"
"Yeah I saw. Congratulations!"
"Shut up."
She shut my laptop.
"Whoa easy honey. It's probably broken."
"No it's not. And you and I are going out to celebrate right now."
"Really? You wanna celebrate with a nerd, you don't have have real friends?"
"You are not a nerd. And you ARE my best friend."
She was already looking in my cupboard.
"Wear this one," she threw me a striped blue hoodie.
"Come on hurry up, I don't wanna wait any more."
"Give me a second to breathe, I just got bumped up to the topper's best friend role.' 'Shut up, you have always been!"
We didn't go out to the cafe we usually hangout in, instead she took me to one of the actual bars and ordered drinks. She looked like a changed being, but it might have been just the different lighting in this setting. She actually looked like a woman I might be on a date with in this place, instead of the small girl I could usually be spotted with on the University campus. Soon we both were drunk and thankfully I realized soon enough that an entity called time still applies to us. We were half an hour past the last entry time to hostel. And it was an hour ride back to University, any normal student would go in late, apologize and then go back to their room. Are we normal students? Yes. Were we tonight? Me, maybe. She, DEFINITELY NOT. Did I try to convince her? More than a guilty criminal to the judge in a God damn courtroom! But then she ordered more drinks and I lost the case.
"Where the hell are you booking the cab to?"
"Let me handle it, you handle your own legs and try to stand still."
"When did you become so mature Clara."
"I am always mature."
"You look like a wife."
"I might be, how would you know?"
"What?"
"Haha."
She patted my head as if I was her kid. A cab arrived. We sat in the backseat. And she immediately slept with her head on my lap, and I forgive the cab driver for checking on us every few minutes in the rear view mirror.
Also, I was a bit tensed. What if the driver actually asked me where we were going to, what would I say? She had definitely not booked it to the University cause that cut was way into the past now. This tension was on top of the Hostel absence issue. The only thing I liked about this whole situation, okay actually two, one- that I was too drunk to actually panic, and two- she was looking really hot today for some reason and her face was literally so close to my, well, you know it.
I adjusted my hoodie while getting out of the cab, I hope no one notices me. And when I opened her door to probably wake her up, she was surprisingly up and about already. She stepped out, held my hand, closed the door, waved the driver bye. All this, while I marvelled at how soft her hand was. Why had I never noticed this before? Wait a second, why is she holding my hand till now?
"Let's go honey."
"Okay, but where are we?"
"You'll see."
And boy did I see. She registered us as husband and wife into a hotel and booked a single bedroom. I mean, we have slept in a room before when we study till late but not when we were drunk, or when she was looking so damn hot!? I was already uncontrollable by the time we were in the lift. She looked back at me and smiled, and I could already feel drops of precum from the tip of my slowly erecting boner. I tried to look at the fancy mirrors in the elevator but all they reflected were new angles of her beautiful body as I had never seen it before tonight.
We went into the room. It was lavish to say the least. Everything shining and neat, it was very promising for a sweet nights sleep but guess who looked sexier than ever in the expensive lights and flooring? She put her heels in the corner of the room while I placed the card in for lights and locked the door. Then she took off her tights, and jacket, went to the washroom, came back just 5 min later and jumped onto the bed-fast asleep! Her small pink underwear had the words 'MEOW' written on the back, and her small t-shirt barely managed to hide her slim waist or the impression the open strap of her bra made. Seriously, how had I never noticed her before today?
"So we'll go to the University tomorrow then?"
"Mhmm," her sleepy thoat murmured.
"And no one will ever know?"
