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This story contains elements of questionable consent, accidental pregnancy and other un-ethical themes. This story is categorized as such, is fiction and should be read in kind. If these themes offend you, this work is not for you.
Chapter 1 - Alonzo
Alonzo pulled his earbuds out and closed his laptop with a satisfying "thwack". Semester finals were in, and he had passed. He was never an A student in college, but his final GPA was a 3.10 and that was good enough for him. After switching majors from mechanical engineering to systems engineering, working four part time jobs to pay his way through college, and finishing an extra semester because of switching majors, he was more than satisfied with his GPA. He knew most of the engineering students would be heading home for winter break, but he planned on staying in the college town and partying a bit. Six months of responsibility weighed on him and he needed an outlet that wasn't the gym.
Unlike his nerdier and reserved classmates, Alonzo was outgoing. He enjoyed tailgates, the gym, bars and other activities around campus. He was never particularly shy, but now that he was nearing the end of his time in college he had grown into his own skin. He was excited at the prospect of drinking with friends and chasing girls at the bar.
He stood up and walked into the apartment bathroom. The Bluetooth speaker on the counter elicited a satisfying "ding" as he powered it up. A few seconds later the empty apartment swelled with some early 2000's R&B. Alonzo stripped naked and got in the shower, putting the temperature as high as it would go. He wasn't the most attractive man on campus, but he had matured quite a bit since freshman year. At five foot ten inches tall and just under one hundred and ninety pounds, his physique was formidable. Two full tattoo sleeves descended from his muscular, round shoulders, each terminating just above his wrists. Embroidered on his skin were depictions of ancient roman mythology, graveyards, mathematics and a Davinci painting. A regular practice of mixed martial arts kept his muscles defined.
Alonzo's mother was blonde, Caucasian and was incredibly attractive at Alonzo's age. His father decided not to stick around when he was a kid, but Alonzo's mother had shown him a few pictures. His dad had stood over six feet tall. He was handsome, part African American, part Native American and very athletic. Alonzo possessed a mixture of his parent's features, high cheekbones, a defined jaw and light tan skin. A high fade ran about the circumference of his head, with a set of short dreadlocks sitting on top, styled forward and hanging over the top of his forehead.
Alonzo went through his usual shower routine in a hurry. He had made tentative plans with his friend Emma that evening but hadn't heard back from her yet. The stream of hot water stopped from the shower and Alonzo stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack next to him. A faint buzzing sound caught his attention and he noticed his phone ringing through the thick cloud of steam swirling around the bathroom. He rushed over and answered the call.
"Hey Emma, what's up?"
"Hey, I just got off work early. Still feel like going out?" replied a scratchy but feminine voice.
Emma had been friends with Alonzo since freshman year of college. She was Asian, taller than most girls, and had a boyish physique. Like Alonzo she had a series of tattoos that adorned her, mostly on her upper back. He always thought she was attractive, and they had even made out a few times at parties when they were drunk. Things had never progressed further and as time went on they became good friends. Since he had to stay an extra semester, and most of his friends had left, he spent an increasing amount of time with Emma. She bartended at a local college pub, which left plenty of time for them to work out and party on a regular basis.
"Definitely. Just got my final GPA and I'd like to celebrate." Alonzo said.
"Excellent! I'm on my way home. Want to pregame at my place in an hour?"
"Perfect." Alonzo replied, "I won't keep you, see ya in an hour."
"Also, do you mind if my roommate Ashley comes with us?" asked Emma.
"Not at all, the more the merrier." Alonzo replied.
"Great. See you in a bit."
The line went silent, and the music picked back up on the speaker. Alonzo tried to recall what Ashley looked like. He was pretty sure he had only met Ashley once or twice in passing at the gym. It had been at least a year, if not two or three. If memory served him right, she was blonde, with blue eyes and had a phenomenal ass. He chuckled at his stereotypically shallow recollection of Emma's roommate as he finished up his routine. From the closet he donned a white linen shirt, black jeans and black vans. A simple watch completed the outfit and he sighed with one final look in the mirror. Alonzo turned the music off and headed to the door, grabbing his wallet and keys on the way. A loud "thud" left the apartment in a suddenly eerie silence as he headed down the stairs to Emma's place.
Chapter 2 - Ashley
Ashley had just finished styling her bangs when she heard the front door to her apartment open and close with an audible "thud".
"Who is it?" she called out.
"Who else dummy?" Emma replied sarcastically.
Ashley could hear Emma's footsteps approaching, followed by her head popping into the bathroom doorway.
"Want to go out tonight?"
"Yeah, I was planning on it." said Ashley.
"Good, I already invited you. Alonzo is coming as well."
"Ugh. Isn't he kind of annoying?" Ashley replied.
"You haven't even talked to him in two years." said Emma, "You'll live."
Ashley didn't get along with many people. It wasn't that she was a stuck-up, it was that they usually just didn't click. She wasn't socially awkward; she just didn't share the same interests and values. The older Ashley got the more direct she had become with people. Their lack of conscientiousness, gossip, interest in material things, makeup, sports, fashion; she couldn't understand their obsession with these things. Her classmates constantly discussed what she perceived as irrelevant and surface level topics without an ounce of brain power given to what truly mattered in life.
In recent years her disinterest in most people had led her into an increasingly severe bout of depression. She had barely finished her first semester of junior year because of it. Most of her time was studying alone, reading philosophy, or at the gym. She had always been a bit of a loner, but it was getting more pronounced as of late.
She knew of Alonzo, but it had been a long time since she spoke with him. She remembered briefly meeting him at the gym. He was loud, obnoxious and dressed like a child. Ashley was quite fond of older men, and she couldn't stand Air Jordans or snapbacks. They signaled immaturity to her. She rationalized that she could just ignore Alonzo tonight, like she did with most people.
Ashley finished her hair, her bangs hanging just above her light, blonde eyebrows with the perfect curl. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had a distinctly athletic, almost slender physique. Her right arm was covered in a full sleeve with a few tattoos in various places on her torso. Her breasts were small, but perky. Her midsection was toned from constant hours at the gym.
Her hands gripped the waist of a black leather skirt and tugged it off the floor. She pulled it past her athletic calves, her knees and about halfway up her toned, muscular, thighs until it stopped. Her plump ass cheeks spilled over the back of the skirt, preventing it from going further. She wiggled her legs and jimmied the skirt until it begrudgingly worked its way up to her waist. She put on a white, button down, oxford shirt and tucked it into the skirt. She finished up with a darker lipstick and some light mascara. She almost looked goth, but not quite.
Ashley strolled into the living room next to Emma and eyed her roommate's outfit. Emma wore a skintight black dress that hugged her frame.
"You look like a sexy secretary." Emma marveled, eyeing Ashley.
"Oh sure, that's exactly what I was going for." Ashley replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
"If your butt gets any bigger, that skirt is going to tear at the seams." Emma laughed.
Ashley maintained that she didn't want to waste money on new clothes, and she meant it, sort of. The fact that her physique was starting to fill out after spending long hours at the gym was definitely a plus. Growing up she was always on the skinny side, and a bit of a tomboy. She had spent the last few years putting on serious muscle and thankfully, most of it went to her ass. It was starting to get a bit ridiculous, and her shorts and skirts were reaching the physical limit of what they could conceal in polite company. Tonight however, they would be going to a club, and she wasn't concerned with her incredibly tight outfit. She would fit right in.
Ashley was about to retort when there was a sudden, firm knock at the door, causing her to startle. Emma slowly rose from the kitchen island, still dividing her attention between her phone and the task at hand. Ashley adjusted her shirt slightly, preparing to welcome their guest.
Chapter 3 - Alonzo
Alonzo rapped on the door and waited. A few seconds later it swung open, and he was greeted with Emma's beaming smile.
"Hey! What'd you bring?" Emma asked, looking down at the plastic bag in his hand.
"Tequila, limes, salt and Oreos."
Emma moved aside so that he could walk in, taking the bag from Alonzo while he took his shoes off. He could feel another pair of eyes on him as he untied his vans and placed them next to the assortment of women's footwear. He stood up and met Ashley's gaze. Calmly, quietly, he approached her and extended a callused hand.
"Alonzo."
"Ashley. I believe we've met before." she responded.
"I believe we have." he replied.
She shook his hand, and he fixed his gaze on her blue eyes. Ashley didn't blink and responded in kind. They maintained eye contact without saying a word, to the point where it started to get uncomfortable. Alonzo calmly broke the silence, while maintaining his gaze directly on Ashley.
"Who wants a shot?"
"Good god." Emma rolled her eyes. "Fuck it, I'll have one. Ashley?"
"Sure." Ashley replied curtly.
Alonzo went about pouring shots and catching up with Emma. He acted relaxed and casual, but something about Ashley was bothering him. He could see her eyeing him suspiciously as he and Emma talked. He sensed a competitive, challenging, almost adversarial vibe from her. He dismissed it for the time being, he was here to celebrate after all. The conversation between he and Emma flowed smoothly. Ashley spoke up on occasion, but Alonzo noticed she rarely offered information about herself.
"Are you guys ready to go?" he asked.
