**Just FYI, this one gets a bit rough, and the lines get blurred quite a bit, so beware. Otherwise, enjoy!**
4 - The Hate Fuck - Part 1
It was early October, Sophomore year, when my friend Mike came to visit me for the weekend. It was a new year, and I was in a new dorm. I managed to luck my way into a single room, off the double that was the main room, which meant I shared a kitchen, but had a room all to myself. It was a lovely set up.
A new dorm meant new neighbors, and new possibilities. I was excited to meet my new floor mates at our first floor meeting, especially when we were all introduced to our RA, a gorgeous girl named Laura. Laura had a hippie aesthetic, with a long shock of blonde dreadlocks on her head, and clothes that were loose and comfortable-yet-stylish, draping her body. On this day in particular she wore big overalls that did nothing for her figure, on top of a chunky red sweater, sleeves pushed up to the elbows, wrists adorned with a mass of dangling bracelets. She was not exactly what I'd traditionally call my type, but damn, she was cute.
"I think she's got a girlfriend," Melody said, making herself at home on my bed.
Yep, it turned out that not everyone on my floor was a new neighbor. Down the hall, on the other end of the floor was Melody. I didn't know it until I got to that first floor meeting, and as soon as she saw me, she made a B-line towards me. Now don't get me wrong, I liked Melody enough as a friend, and there was a part of me happy to see a familiar face, but I knew what quarters this close to her could entail. Melody had an obsession with me, and I spent the better part of freshman year juggling my like of her as a friend, and my dislike of her overbearing, tactless attempts to get me into bed.
"Who?" I asked, sitting down in my desk chair. Melody made a point to leave plenty of room on my bed, but I made a point to sit across the room.
"Laura, our RA," she said with a smile.
"Why would you--wait, how do you know that?" I asked, trying to downplay my interest in Laura, while also trying to learn more about her. It was extra frustrating that Melody could read me well enough to see I was taking an interest in our RA. What I didn't know was whether she was telling the truth, or just selfishly trying to divert my focus.
"I saw her at a couple parties last year. She was always getting very familiar with the same girl."
"I see," I said, trying to hide any emotion. This was my common tactic with Melody, and I hadn't learned that it always led her to push further in an attempt to get a rise out of me.
"I actually kissed her once, but I bet she doesn't remember it."
"What?" damn you, Melody.
"Yeah, we were drunk, all playing spin the bottle. I have to say, she's a great kisser," she said with a smirk, "If I had known she was into it, I definitely would have liked to do more with her."
"I'm sure," I said, deadpan, despite the twitch I felt between my legs at the thought.
I changed the subject and saw her expression drop in disappointment, and we continued on. IT was nice to catch up, but what I didn't realize was that I had opened a door that I didn't fully want to open. From that day forward, Melody made it a habit to hang out in my room. It was too easy to fall back into the familiar, and it became such a habit that eventually she didn't even need to knock, and with no roommate or suitemates as mutual friends to divert her attention, it was all on me, all the time. She demanded access at all times, and the times she didn't get it, she'd make a big show of it to try and embarrass me, like the time she spent five minutes knocking on my door, before loudly suggesting to the other guys in my unit on her way out that I was jerking off.
The problem was that I actually WAS jerking off, and her presence, and attitude, were a real boner killer.
It was annoying, it was invasive, but I had come to terms with the fact that that's just how Melody was, and it was mostly harmless.
At least until Mike came to visit.
Mike was my friend from home, one of my good friends all through high school, and a friend I had secretly deceived by having a pretty illicit affair with his then-girlfriend Kerri the summer after high school graduation. I felt awful about it at the time, I still do, honestly, but as he and Kerri broke up at the end of the summer anyway, I never felt the need to tell him about it, and we remained friends.
I was happy to spend time with Mike and show him around campus and the surrounding areas, as we hadn't seen too much of each other after freshman year and I missed hanging out with the guy. We always had a good time, and I knew it was going to be a much-needed break from the pressures of the semester for me. What I didn't realize was that the weekend of Mike's visit was the weekend of "The Scavenger Hunt."
The Scavenger Hunt was exactly what it sounded like--a campus-wide scavenger hunt, with required items running the gamut from the humorous and innocent, to the compelling and edgy. It was done secretly by the more socially hip crowd who was looking for a bit of excitement, so needless to say I was not a part of it, nor did I even know it existed, until I got a knock on my dorm room door.
"You expecting someone?" Mike mused, taking a sip of his beer. It was late, and he and I were watching a movie, just hanging out after having hit the local bars for a bit. We had been catching up, talking about our lives, and commiserating about how dead our love lives had been lately. He told me about how he and Kerri had hooked up on school break last year, and that the further he got away from her the more he missed her. He was beginning to realize she was something really special, and that maybe breaking up wasn't the right move.
I couldn't help but agree. Kerri was a blisteringly hot, Greek goddess, and an excellent person as well, save for the indiscretions of youth she and I colluded in. His introspection led me to admit I had similar feelings about a girl in my past, but also that life was long, and if it was meant to be, hopefully it would be meant to be, but that you can't live your life waiting around for it. I thought quietly on that sentiment, hoping that I believed my own words.
"No, I can't say that I am," I responded to his question, eyeing my door suspiciously. We sat in silence for a moment, and then I groaned as the familiar, sing-song, mock wailing of my name came from the other side.
"Someone you know?" Mike said with a chuckle, clocking my wordless response.
"Unfortunately," I said through a sigh.
"TIIIIIIM!" the voice came again, "If you're jerking off in there, stop right now--we need you!"
"Jesus Christ," I murmured, and hopped up and stomped to the door. Calming myself, so as to not let her get to me, I opened the door. "What do you want, Melody?"
I was caught off guard by what greeted me on the other side: Melody was done up for a night out, a long, fashionable jacket over her shimmering blouse, one that hung deep and loose over her chest, showing off a considerable amount of alluring cleavage. This wasn't surprising, as it was the weekend, and Melody loved to go out. What was surprising was that she wasn't alone. Standing next to her, equally as perfectly made up for a night out, was a raven-haired beauty I had never seen before, in a black and red corset top.
"We need you, Tim," Melody said, big smiles on both their faces.
"I'm uh...we're busy. I'm sorry, need me for what, exactly?" I said, taken off guard by the two admittedly hot women standing in my doorway.
