Once A Time Upon

After realizing that Brittany was for the streets, I decided it was time for me to delve into the single life. Brittany was cool, and for a moment true feelings began to grow, I fell for her deep and she did the unthinkable. How could I ever trust another woman. My heart grew cold, my sole interest was sex with these women. Dealing with Brittany's betrayal was one thing, but the fact I was still living under the sane roof as one of the dudes she cheated on me with made the tension within the house unbearable at times. We skated around, well I skated around them for a few weeks after that bullshit happened. I felt outnumbered, so I tried my hardest to dodge everyone of them. Not that I was scared, more so picking the high road...Nah, I was scared, I didn't want an issue with anyone of these dudes.

A month passed before we met each other in the hallway, this moment was inevitable. I stood there still-faced, waiting for a reaction. His cool demeanor never wavered despite my attempt to keep my composure. It felt like I was literally holding my breath, before he opened his mouth and said "Hey man, i'm sorry about what happened with Brittany, that was mad disrespectful". His apology surprised me. It caught me off guard, I wasn't sure whether to take it as disrespect or to believe the gesture was sincere. "Check this out, I got some females coming through later, you should stick around". How was I too be sure his invitation wasn't some type of set-up? "Nah man, I think i'm gonna hang out in my room and maybe watch some Netflix" I had to decline, these dudes crossed the line, I couldn't be sure this wasn't a set-up. "Nah bruh, trust me, no funny shit, just come outside and kick it with me" He insisted. Almost felt as if I didn't have much of a choice. Hell, I didn't have shit else to do, but sit in the bed watching Netflix and striking out on Tinder. My life was lonely as shit. I agreed to come, he shook his head and walked past me reaching his hand out for a fist bump while he walked past.

7:45pm I'm in my bed knocked out, I watched a few too many episodes of Stranger Things and eventually ended up falling asleep. A few hours passed before I was awakened by the sound of someone trying to open my door and walk in before noticing it was locked. They proceeded to knock incessantly on the door. I stumble out of the bed, in my boxers and half a sock on. I open the door, and my roommate stood in my doorway, fully dressed, smelling of pure axe body spray, mouthwash, and potent marijuana. "You ready?" He never gave me a time, plus the sun was still out. I stood there half-sleep gazing at his blurry silhouette watching him come into focus. I shook my head no, and he responded by handing me a shot of Hennessy. Before I could finish the first shot, I was handed another, followed by two more. I couldn't backdown from the challenge, they already thought I was a bitch, so I had to drink these shots with them. First shot wasn't so bad, but the second and third were different. The fourth shot almost sat me down, but I survived. I didn't take the shots by myself, but it felt like this was amusing for him so far. The grin on his face stretched ear to ear after the third shot of alcohol went down. Tonight would be interesting.

I hopped in the shower and proceeded to get ready, as the minutes passed by the effects of the alcohol begin to set-in. The water felt hotter than usual, and the room appeared to get a bit smokier than usual. I got out the shower refreshed and ready to have a good night. It's been some time since I've been around any women, so I can't say that I wasn't excited. I nearly fell in the bathroom when I noticed he was sitting on my bed watching tv while I was in the shower. "Stranger things? That's my shit" Clearly this dude had an issue with boundaries, but I wasn't going to start the night off wrong. I picked out my clothes, got dressed and by the time I was finished the guests arrived.

The night started off smooth, actually there weren't any problems at all, complete 180 from when I first moved in. It seemed like they warmed up to me, and felt bad about fucking my girlfriend and eating my mothers cookies. I felt I could forgive them and try to make the best out of a shitty situation. The more time I spent with them, I realized that they were actually cool as fuck. Bryan, the one who fucked my girlfriend, and ultimately the ringleader, was kind of like a big deal on campus. I wouldn't know, I was long removed from the undergrad scene. It must've been ten women over there with Bryan and I. The majority of the focus was on him, so I was able to hang back and scout my prey. Out of the 10 girls there, at least 6 of them were glued to Bryan, so that eliminated them from contention. As I cycled through my options in the living room, my gaze set upon a beautiful red-head standing off in the corner. She wasn't overdressed like most of the girls that were there, she had on boyfriend jeans, some Jordans and a long coat. She stood there and just watched, never said a word, never took a drink. I wouldn't have noticed her standing there if it hadn't been for the distinct shade of red her hair was colored. Everything about her appearance stuck out, but her demeanor was the opposite. I think I found my target, so I decide to take aim and shoot.

Her name was Asia, she lived in the apt building and heard the commotion so figured she would come down and check it out. She actually didn't know anyone there. We talked for the remainder of the function. Everyone headed out to the club, and me and her were sitting there talking about everything under the sun. This couldn't be happening right? I mean a girl this cool, good-looking, and down to earth there had to be a catch. After an hour or two passed, she decided to finally take a drink. "Toast?" she says, "I thought you didn't drink" I replied. "I make exceptions sometimes" She blushed and for the first time in a long time I felt lucky. Tonight may end up being a good night after all.

We take the shots, and immediately after her phone begins to ring. She turns it over on its face after the first call. I didn't get a chance to see the name, but it looked like her phone displayed "Do not answer" across the screen. We continued the conversation, and she poured us another shot. Her phone continued to ring. "somebody blowing you up, you sure you don't wanna get that" We take the shots and she replies "Nah, that's just my boyfriend". The liquor was half-way down my throat, causing me to choke. "Your boyfriend?". I knew there had to be something wrong with her, wasn't expecting that, but then again you never know. Brittany presented herself to be as solid as they come, and she still did that bullshit. You can't trust em. "Yea, we live together, well used to live together. I kicked him out this week, he got me fucked up" Suddenly it dawned on me what I just got myself into.

Before I could process what was taking place, someone began beating on the door. "ASIA, I KNOW YOU IN THERE" I couldn't feel my legs. Fear covered my body as If I were bathing in it. I looked to her, and she didn't appear to be concerned at all. She responds to him "BOY, IF YOU DON'T GET YO GOOFY ASS FROM AROUND HERE, I'M OFF YOU. GOODBYE" Damn, I thought to myself, if he wasn't mad before, he is now. "OKAY...I GOT SUMN FOR YOU AND THAT BITCH ASS NIGGA YOU IN THERE WITH" The banging stops and his footsteps recede away from the door. "What the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed, confused and a bit pissed off about being dragged into some shit with a girl I just met.

"Relax, that boy soft, he ain't gone do shit. Trust me" She reassured me by taking my shot glass away, sitting on my lap and kissing me so gently. Her breath tasted of whisky, and weed smoke, but her lips were so soft, her skin was so smooth. We laid back on my bed and clothes begin to discard themselves from our person. She stopped kissing me and sat there gazing into my eyes as she straddled me. My heart was beating out of my chest, I had hopes the night would end like this, but I wasn't too confident. She read my soul before leaning back in to kiss me, she removed my belt, I removed her bra. Her nipples were beautiful, this girl was perfect. Am I dreaming? I thought for a moment. I stood up with her wrapped around my waist her up and laid her back down. I wanted to gaze at her, the liquor was beginning to take over.

She appeared to be moving in slow motion, she laid there removing her pants until finally she laid there in the middle of my bed topless, legs crossed, skin shining. I gazed in amazement, before proceeding to lay on top of her. I laid on top of her and we continued to kiss passionately. My lips moved from hers down to her neck and then her nipples. I kept my composure on the outside, but I was beaming on the inside and couldn't believe this was happening. I continued to travel down her body, making sure to kiss and lick every tender spot on her body. I watched her reaction as I moved down her naval and her legs begin to shake. I wanted to taste her, I needed to at this point, but I had to make her wait, I couldn't just dive in. I wanted this to last. I found my way back up to her lips and her hands found her way inside my boxers. She did everything herself. Time stopped as I entered her. We locked eyes and then BOOM.

The front door of my apartment flies open and the words "IMA KILL YOU YOU LYING BITCH" echoed down the hallway. I jumped off the bed, ass naked, confused, and scared shitless. We were the only ones in the apt, so I was done for. He made it to my door, and twisted the knob. My stupid ass forgot to lock the door. The door swings open revealing Asia naked in the bed, and me butt ass naked in the middle of the room with my pants down. There he stood, all 6'7 of him in my doorway with a pistol. "You the punk ass nigga she been fucking?" I was frightened, my skin paler than usual. Asia puts her shirt on, and hops out of the bed to stand between us, he pushed her to the side with ease. I was frozen in place about to shit myself. "You willing to die for her nigga? Cause I am"

TO BE CONTINUED...