My bedroom never gets fully dark at night. There's a security lamp outside our apartment, it shines right through those cheap curtains I got from Wal-Mart. Normally it's not a problem cause I'm a pretty heavy sleeper, especially when I have exams coming up. But lately I haven't been getting much sleep at all.
My roommate, Hailey, just got a new boyfriend. I think his name is Josh or Jason or something. He's a total douche, some rich frat boy whose dad probably owns half the campus. He's captain of the school's lacrosse team, and had enough good lucks and charm to ensure a steady stream of identical blond sorority girl pussy. He was in my freshmen biology class a few years ago- spent half his time sleeping and the other half drunkenly giggling with his friends in the back of the classroom. Unfortunately, he hasn't matured much since then.
Hailey has known this guy for less then a week, and they haven't done anything except fuck since then. Loud, noisy, fucking that goes on for hours too. Her bedroom is right next to mine, so when I lie on my bed to sleep at night, all I hear Hailey's muffled screams. Then the bed starts thumping against the wall, slowly at first, then louder and harder. Her bed squeaks too- up and down, up and down, the metal springs high pitched groaning is enough to make my head hurt. But the worst is her boyfriend. I can hear his voice, low and even, between Hailey's excited screaming. He's saying all sorts of nasty things to her- calling her a slut, a cum-dumpster, telling her how to suck this and that, to bend over the bed and lift her ass. I can't stand that kind of gutter talk. Last night, between the noise from Hailey's room in my head and the light from that streetlamp shining on my face, I couldn't sleep at all.
Morning comes and I drag myself out of bed. I must have drifted off sometime during their 3 am session. I wanted to go back to sleep but I had class in an hour. I guess I'd just have to settle for some coffee and a good bitch session at Hailey. We hadn't gotten along since she became my roommate a few months ago. She was a pretty little rich girl who walked around campus in flip-flops and sunglasses that cost more then my meal plan. I was one of the few black people on campus, and even more rare, I wasn't at our expensive private college on an athletic scholarship. I work hard for my grades, and would graduate as valedictorian next year if I could manage to get enough sleep. I walked down the hall to our tiny shared kitchen, where to my surprise, Hailey was already awake and making herself some breakfast. She had a great big smile and a 'just been fucked' look on her face. Her short blond hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. She was wearing a flimsy looking sheer robe that was far too short, and it was clear she had nothing on underneath. She hummed brightly to herself, and when she heard me enter the kitchen, she turned around mid tune. The smile quickly evaporated from her face though. Obviously I was not the person she expected to see. I glared at her.
"Good morning." I said. "I trust you had a good nights sleep, Hailey."
"Oh... hi, Tia." Hailey looked embarrassed. She tugged on the bottom of her robe, as if trying to make it longer. She also crossed her arms over her chest, as if that would stop me from having a pretty clear view of her tits through the thin fabric. A bit late to have a little shame, isn't it? I thought. I tried to find the right words to bring up her little late night love-ins. I'm not a prude, but I just don't really like talking about that sort of stuff, especially with Hailey. Girls like her think that anyone whose not fucking every man in sight is just some stuck up bitch that needs to get laid more.
"We need to talk about Jason." I began, "I think-"
"Wait, who?"
"You know, your new boyfriend..." Hailey laughed.
"We're just friends. And his name is Jaylen."
"Whatever Hailey. The point is, I think you two are making too much noise-" Hailey giggled. She was looking past me now, towards the kitchen door.
Jaylen was in the doorway behind me, casually leaning against the frame. Bright morning sunlight from the kitchen window reflected off of his beach tan skin, making him look like he was standing not in a doorframe, but a spotlight. He was wearing boxer shorts and a crumpled button down shirt that hung open to reveal a lean hairless chest and perfectly formed abs. Clearly he was still more interested in the gym then his studies. He smiled causally at Hailey and me. Hailey beamed brightly back at him, looking like a little girl who just saw Santa on Christmas.
"It's Tia, right? Jaylen looked at me with a slightly amused smile on his face. It's Miss Johnson to you, freak, I thought, but decided that was kind of rude.
"Yes." I said. I was embarrassed that he had caught me talking about him having sex, but I tried not to show it. Jaylen entered the kitchen and stood between Hailey and me. He did a fake dramatic bow, his blond hair tumbling in his eyes as he straightened up. "Well Tia, I am truly sorry for having offended you. But you know, if you ever get bored of listening to us next door, you could always join in?" Hailey giggled like that was the funniest thing she had ever heard.
"Yeah Tia, why don't you join us?" She rubbed her tits lightly through her robe.
"You guys are sick." I turned around, intending to storm out of the room. Seizing an opportunity, Jaylen reached over and grabbed my behind.
