I ended the call in a huff. That date with Deena fell through, so now I was left with nothing to do on a Friday night. Lucky me.
My name is Alec. Alec Rums. As a student of the fine state university I attend, I was expecting to get laid with my current hookup from one of the many sororities at the school, but this one fell through...Damn. She had nice tits, too.
Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm a white, six-foot, slender but not skinny, twenty-three-year-old guy with dark-brown hair and blue eyes, and I'm pretty good-looking, if I do say so myself. I work out at the gym, but I'm not one of those muscle heads with rippling pecs; I just like to stay fit.
Today, I was in my red T-shirt, jeans, and scuzzy, white tennis shoes, my slumming clothes, but I was supposed to be in my good blue silk shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes, my getting-laid clothes. I was about to change into them when Deena had called and bailed on me...Oh, well. Looks like no pussy for me.
I set my phone down on my clothes dresser and shook my head.
"Goddammit..." I swore.
"What's going on?" asked Marquis.
Marquis is my roommate here at the campus apartments. We're both seniors, and both of us probably should have had an apartment in town by now, but for some reason or another, we were still living like sophomores.
"Date fell through," I replied. "Sucks, too. There goes my pussy for the night."
Marquis snorted once and shook his head.
My roommate, Marquis Thomas, is a black, six-foot-two, average-weight guy, twenty-three like myself, okay in looks, I guess, with a decent amount of muscle like me. His muscle comes from working at the lumberyard, but whatever. He's been my friend for years now. He occasionally annoys me because I don't really understand where he's coming from sometimes, but I chalk that up to cultural differences.
Today he was wearing a good black dress shirt, tan slacks, and brown dress shoes, so I knew he was about to go out, but I'd already known that for some time. Fridays were his time to meet up with his woman, but she was perma-locked to his waist, something I sure as hell didn't want. I certainly didn't need to be tied down to one woman.
Anyway, he addressed my distress, as a good roommate does.
"What happened?" asked Marquis.
"She hooked up with someone else," I frowned. "Sucks...Fucking sorority girls..."
"Wasn't me," shrugged Marquis. "I got a bitch. I don't need to look for a new one."
"Yeah, yeah," I sighed. "I like to go to the buffet. I don't want to be locked into one meal."
Marquis snorted again and shook his head.
"You will someday," he said matter-of-factly. "That's how life works."
"I guess," I sighed. "I've never had a girlfriend for longer than a couple of months. I have no idea how you put up with one for longer than that."
"Shelly's kind of an airhead," replied Marquis, "but she's good-natured, good-hearted, and she doesn't give me a lot of heat. That's what you need, right there. Someone who isn't on your ass twenty-four-seven. For you, I'm thinking someone that ain't clingy. Somebody fun...You look around, you'll find her."
"Meh," I said as I waved him off. "I prefer not to have to...you know...interact with women in general. They get on my nerves."
"Big chunk of the population, you know," said Marquis. "They make up half the planet."
"You're not going soft on me now, are you?" I asked.
"Shit..." laughed Marquis. "I'm just being realistic...You'll fall in love, and you won't even know it. You'll be so caught up with her, and she'll be so caught up with you, and then before you know it, you'll be hearing wedding bells."
"You are going soft," I nodded, "...and delusional. Just remember to check for your balls before you marry that woman."
"Nah, it's good," shrugged Marquis. "I got no truck with Shelly. We get along about as well as two people can...Anyway, I gotta go. Shelly's waiting for me...Oh, yeah...If you remember, Aliyah's in the other room using my laptop...Just warning you now."
"Fuuuuck..." I swore.
Not her...Fucking Aliyah. She's Marquis' little sister...and she's annoying as fuck.
Marquis laughed and shook his head at my reaction.
"Hey..." he shrugged. "You told me you were going to be out tonight. I even reminded you yesterday she'd be over here."
I held my head and groaned.
"I know," I winced. "I forgot."
He laughed again, but I didn't find it funny.
"Just hang out and watch TV or something," said Marquis. "She's going to be doing an essay for some fucking class she's got. Leave her to it. It's not rocket science."
I looked over at him with one eye twitching.
"Fine..." I hissed. "I don't like babysitting, though. Especially her."
"Don't tell her that," said Marquis with a shake of his head. "You'll get an earful."
"Yeah, yeah," I frowned. "Go on, you big jerk. Go have a good time while I suffer here in horrible silence."
Marquis laughed and walked out of our bedroom. God I hate him sometimes.
I sat at our desk and held my head for a while. I thought about browsing porn on my PC, but it felt weird jerking off with Marquis' little sister in the next room. I mean, she's nineteen, but I sure as hell didn't want her walking in on me with my Johnson in my hand...Ugh...The thought of it made me sick. Of course, her thinking the same thing would probably make her sicker...Now, there's an idea...
"Let's get this over with," I sighed.
Marquis was long gone by now, so I was left here at the mercy of his younger sister. Still, maybe I could chase her out...
I made my way out of the bedroom and into the living room/kitchen area of the apartment. Campus apartments here are fucking tiny, but Marquis and I had gotten used to it. We'd been roommates since day one, and we got along for the most part, so there had never been any reason to change things up. We still lived in the same fucking apartment here on the fourth floor of this building, and neither one of us had ever been inclined to move out until after graduation. I mean, it's right here on campus. Why move?
I stepped into the living room and looked over to acknowledge Aliyah.
Aliyah is...Aliyah's a fucking dork. There's no other way to put it. You know that stereotype that African Americans are all supposed to be cool?...Yeeeeaaah...That doesn't apply to her. Not in the slightest.
"Heeeeey," she grinned over at me.
She was at the small round kitchen table Marquis and I shared, sitting in one of the shitty wooden campus chairs supplied for us, Marquis' laptop in front of her, the screen open to an essay or nerd shit or monster porn...There was no telling with her. Aliyah was not only a nerd, she was fucking weird, too.
"Hey," I grunted.
You have to understand...In general, Aliyah is not bad-looking. She's five-ten, she's got dark-brown skin like her brother, cute face, slim body with small tits, but...she's just so...Goddamn, how can I put this? If I had to look up dweeb in the dictionary, the only definition would be a five-by-ten glossy of her.
