Steamy College Dorm

"Do you want me to walk you out?"
I stared blankly at Nathaniel, no good answer for his simple question coming to mind. I'd told him I had class, but I didn't. I just was sick of speaking to him.
"Sure. Yea, sure." I stood up to grab my backpack. Doesn't he know there isn't class on the weekend?
"Hey!" he stood on his tippy toes to grab my breasts. "Maybe we could.... do it before we go?"
"Uh...."
I'd rather die.
"No. No, I got class. I'm sorry!"
I felt bad. I looked down at his crestfallen face. His squeaky voice got even more annoying when he was upset. "But I drove all the way here..... I listened to your long boring story about your geology class..... "
"Fine." I said to shut him up.
We did the usual preparation. I locked my dorm door, shut the shades. We took off our clothes beforehand, just to speed things up. Although, taking too long was not really an issue. I sucked him off which really was something I was trying to avoid, having just brushed my teeth and all. He made some guttural remarks about how my cooch was so tight, fuck me, etc. All according to script. Then, he tried to flip me around, but I did it beforehand, I knew where he was going. That's all he wants to do these days, as if I were some curvy horse or something.
"AHHHHH YES!" he said dramatically, falling almost off the bed. He laid there for a moment half on the ground, panting as if something noteworthy had occurred. Then, he had the audacity to say "I know you don't usually like to put out, but I think that was the best we've ever done! We should go. Do you think you're gonna be late to class?"
"I'm not worried about it." I replied, for a variety of reasons.
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I like Nathaniel, I really do. We've been dating for almost six years now, since middle school. We were the town's favorite couple. He was big into band and music, and I was more into sports and fitness. We were an unlikely pairing, especially given the fact that he was a head shorter than I was. But he was my sweet lil guy. I wasn't worried about us growing apart when I went off to college, and he stayed in our hometown to work at Stop and Shop. I figured we'd get through it, and then I could just forget all about boys when I came to college and focus on my studies.
But when you leave your little town for a huge university, they don't tell you what you're getting into. These aren't boys here... they're men. I feel so small and shy around them, in a way that scares me a bit... but also intrigues me. I just kind of wanted one of them to like, pick me up and put me in their hands, and score a touchdown with me, you know? I had a dream like that. It was one of my favorites.
"Hello?? Earth to April."
Nathaniel waved his tiny hands in front of me. I'd been zoning out again.
"Yea?"
"Jeez Ap, you're so air headed sometimes." He snarked. "I was TELLING you that my mom isn't here yet to pick me up. She'll be here at 3."
"Great."
Nathaniel proceeded to go on about the complex social dynamics of the work staff at Stop and Shop, and how nobody seems to know how to do their job but him. I knew the correct responses to these stories, because he'd been talking about it for years.
Believe it or not, I used to really like these stories. He was a pretty good storyteller. Although, as time went on, especially in the first few months of being in school.... I'd find myself on the phone, still listening to this same story about some story in my hometown, when I had about a million cool things to tell him about college. He told me though, that talking about college makes him upset he didn't get in anywhere, so I never really got to do more than tell him how right he was about how lazy his coworkers were.
"Hey!! April!" said the most melodic voice I'd ever heard. Whoops, back to reality.
Alec jogged over to me smiling, passing a large soccer ball between his legs. He was wearing his practice uniform that I like so much, the light ones that make his skin look so tan and his hair so blonde. He towered above us both.
I immediately tensed up. No, he shouldn't be here. Or... we shouldn't be here. I felt a primal urge to run away as he came up to me, possibly because he was featured in that touchdown dream. It didn't feel right that Alec and Nathaniel could exist in the same universe.
He gave me a huge hug, which was unexpected. He turned to Nathaniel, paused for a second, and hugged him too. He was just friendly like that. "Sorry...!" He said, cutely. "That was weird! I kinda just am in the mood to hug people, you know what I mean?"
Nathaniel smiled awkwardly up at Alec. "Oh, no worries, my dude. I'm Nathaniel. I'm her soulmate."
I cringed visibly at that statement. To be fair, our parents have been saying it for years. But something about that phrase was really bumming me out. Alec glanced at me. "Yep!" I said nervously.
"Cool!" said Alec. "Well, I came over to tell April that the soccer team is having a party on Pine Street after the game. You could both come! BOYB."
Nathaniel amasya escort dawned a little smug smile, and cleared his throat to say what had become his catch phrase lately. "Oh, April and I really don't need drugs and alcohol to have fun. I play the guitar."
Alec frowned. "Well, ok. Well, feel free to come anyway! We got games and stuff! Up to you guys, we'd love to have you!"
I opened my mouth to speak but Nathaniel spoke for me. "April's got an exam on Monday. She's going to be studying. Thank you for the offer, though!"
Alec shrugged. "Up to you. Nice to meet you, man. See ya later April!" He held up his hand for a high-five, and I connected. His hand lingered on mine for a moment, and even touched my wrist. I looked into his eyes, and he looked away. "Uh, bye!"
As Alec walked away, Nathaniel started tearing into him. "What a tool that guy is. Like you'd go to a party with some jock. I bet he'd rape you or something. "
That set me off. "Are you fucking kidding? Why are you making jokes about that? You have no idea what he's like."
"Neither do you! Trust me April, I know these things. He's not really a nice guy like I am. I'll bet he doesn't play an instrument or write songs or anything. He's just a muscle chad, that's it. Were you seriously thinking of going to his little college party? What is there for you? Nothing. You're not like that."
I stared blankly at his beady little eyes and the peach fuzz he refused to ever shave.
"I'm going to go to class. I'll talk to you tonight, ok?"
He rolled his eyes, and then spoke "Oh April. Being with you is so tough sometimes. Thankfully when I get into this school next year, I can move into your dorm and get your life back on track."
I walked away from him without acknowledging that last comment. I threw up a bit in my mouth.
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I stormed angrily across campus, taking shots of the rubinoff I'd been keeping in my Stop