6 comments/ 46521 views/ 16 favorites Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly By: Slider1234 OH... MAH BUDDAYS Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it... yadda yadda. This story may NOT be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use. This work is mostly fiction. All events including celebrities did NOT actually take place. The side stories not including celebrities were mostly based on real events, however. Celebrities don't act like this in real life... probably. Any copyrighted © names, works, or whatever are products of their respective owners. This is the conclusion of my trilogy... maybe... probably not... and it took a lot of time and a lot of procrastinating and a lot of jacking sessions. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE send your comments and suggestions. Help me help you. Please send any thoughts you may have to the address in my profile. ---------------------------------- ---------------------------------- ---------------------------------- "Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Horny (Part A)" by Slider1234 April 23, 2005 – October 14, 2006 This is the continuation of a fantasy about meeting the beautiful and underappreciated Larisa Oleynik, star of The Secret World of Alex Mack from back in the day, and 10 Things I Hate About You. It's a story of romance, humor, lust, and erotica. It's a story with an actual plot that includes sexual activity. It's riddled with dirty jokes and humor. It includes MF, FF, MFF, MMF, cons, oral, dream, rom, anal, nc/con, reluc, Mmast, Fmast, Fdom, Mdom, drug, ws, spank, scat, and viol. Celebrities referenced – Larisa Oleynik, Avril Lavigne. I highly suggest you read the first and second parts of this series, "Good Boy" and "Good Boy – Still Good" before reading this story. It will really help to explain the events and characters. And they were a couple of pretty kick ass stories if I do say so myself. Happy jacking. ---------------------------------- "Yeah. ...I have class soon. It sucks. How bout you? ... ...The poetry one?" I asked. "No, I'm not 'watching' porn. I just wanted to see the quality. ... ...Well I'm going to delete it if it's bad," I said referring to the few porn clips I downloaded off the school's file sharing program. They were most likely going to be crap, or stuff I already had but labeled under a different name. "Yes. I know. ... ...Well when we make some more home movies, I won't have to download these," I laughed. That and I was leaving school for good in May. Gotta rape this thing before I don't have the option to. And by rape this thing, I'm talking about my twelve-year-old female cousin who's sleeping over tonight. Nah. I'm just kidding. "... ...Okay. I'll talk to you later then. ... ...Haha. I love you too. Bye sweetheart." I hung up the phone with Larisa and continued drying off from my shower with my huge comfy ass grey towel, then began to get dressed. My celebrity girlfriend had called me to tell me she got an A on her ten-page paper. I knew she was excited but come on. Calling me to tell me a grade? What am I her dad? Giving her a dollar for every A like it's third grade? ...Wait. Her dad's dead. Um... Yeah. How are you. It's not like I didn't enjoy talking to my girlfriend naked, but what can you say to that? "Nice job." I yanked up my olive green cargo shorts as Peter came back from his class, obviously seeing that today was his dress up day of the week. Every semester he chose two days to dress up for classes. Normally I did the same, on days where I had class with a hot girl. Before I met Larisa of course. "EWWW! Dude, gross!" "I was checking the quality," I snapped back as I quickly tried to hide myself, referring to the lesbian sixty-nine on my computer screen. I'm sure being half naked didn't help the situation. "GuhhhrOss." I expected him to walk outside in the hallway yelling that I was masturbating, falsely accusing me as he had done so many previous times. "Dude. Do you know how cold it is outside?" he asked as I put my socks on. I decided to live with my friend Peter my senior year, giving myself a break from my previous roommate, Lee. We had known one another since freshman year and lived next door to each other the previous year. Our rooming relationship had its ups and downs, but it was significantly better than my experience with the former bunkmate. We both generally listened to and played the same music on guitar. He was also a lot funnier than Lee, causing more hot girls to come in and hang out. Not that Lee wasn't nice, but I think he kind of scared the chicks away. And I mean that in the best way. "I don't want to sweat in class dude." I continued to get dressed, fully aware that it was probably cold as balls outside, just as it had been all week. The temperature had been all wacky nunu, hot one week and freezing the next. The problem was that at the first sign of a cold front, they turn the heat up to about ninety-two degrees... for good. It made class unbearable, especially for me since I HATED warm weather. Almost as much as I hated immigrant Calculus teachers. "It's fuckin windy outside too," he said as he threw his bag on the bed and put on some AC/DC. Every day around this time, he played AC/DC or Metallica. I'd always hear it from down the hall as I made my way back from the shower. It was like clockwork, but evidently, today he was running a little late. Late like an unlucky girl's period. I don't even think that joke's funny now... proofreading this months later. But whatever. "Well that's why I'm bringing my thick sweatshirt," I said as I headed for the door on my way to take a leak. Can't use the pee bottle when the roommate's there. Well, when he's awake. *wink, wink. Elbow to the ribs* As I turned the handle, a loud knock on the door just about scared the shit out of me. "Fuckin Christ!" I swung the door open as the thunderous thud appeared, as if someone tried to kick it in. I grabbed my chest in shock, feeling the same heart flutters that went away when I stopped drinking Redbull. "What the fuck!" I shouted as Larisa stood in the doorway. "Riss!?" I asked in surprise, expecting to find nobody... a ring and run. "Matthew! Language!" I sighed as she playfully reprimanded me, not liking my cursing. I just grabbed my chest, feeling like I drank about three cans of Redbull. "Hahahaha! Sorry love," she added as she stood in the hall laughing at me, leaning forward as she tried to regain her composure from her gut wrenching giggle. "I didn't mean to scare you. Haha." I remained in the doorway in utter disbelief, having absolutely no idea she was coming to visit me. And she made me waste my cell phone minutes. Thank God I wasn't roaming! "Fuckin A," I said as I put my hand on the wall next to me, leaning on it, trying to stop myself from having a heart attack. "Matty. Language," Larisa teased again. She had been trying to get me to cut down on the cursing for the last couple months, but not doing the greatest job. Apparently, it was okay for me to be as horny as a sailor, but I couldn't talk like one. "Shut it." Larisa obviously thought it was hilarious, still holding her stomach a little as she chuckled. "Riss? What are you doing here?? We're not supposed to meet for another week." She stood there under the dim lights of the hallway in a pair of semi-tight dark blue jeans and puffy light blue winter coat. "God take the jacket off too. You're makin me hot." The older girl giggled at my comment as I softly said, "Geez, c'mere," and I leaned in and put my arms around her, pulling her into me and giving her a nice long hug. I squeezed tightly and closed my eyes, feeling completely whole as we embraced. I longed to hold her again, to feel her against me. I even missed the way she smelled. She had her arms around my shoulders, half around my neck and half on my shoulders, squeezing tightly as well, her left hand locked around her right wrist. "Mmmm," she cooed as we subtly squeezed each other. Besides a hug, Larisa received a nice kiss too, as I held her cheek while my lips gently rubbed against hers. Her lips were as soft as cotton and tasted as sweet as grape soda. And no, that's not a black joke. But I sure could go for a piece of watermelon. It was a slow open mouthed kiss, lacking any tongue. I could feel her smile through the kiss as the seconds ticked away. As we broke the suction, I leaned down, took her bag, and brought it into the room. "Hey Pete," said Larisa as she unzipped her baby blue coat and began sliding it off her shoulders. "How are you?" The two of them were friendly and had grown to like each other more as the year progressed. She even liked him more than Lee. My new roommate was just likable, as well as Cambodian. In that American/Cambodian way. He was like an all grown up Angelina Jolie's kid. "I'm good. ...Yourself?" he replied as he stood next to his bed, slightly hesitating in between sentences. Peter was in the middle of sorting through his notebooks and papers in the center of the room while she came in. He was standing in an awkward position with all his stuff spread out as the three of us congregated in our small room. I'm sure he was thrilled that Larisa was here again. Now, we weren't one of those annoying couples that always fooled around in the room. We didn't even hang out in the room every weekend. Larisa and I saw each other at least once a month minimum. It was usually every two weeks just because we were still getting used to being apart after playing husband and wife all summer. We usually alternated who goes where... one weekend here, the next there. ...Okay, fine. So I asked him if we could have the room for a few hours... a few times. Is that totally fucked up? Hells no! "I'm good, thank you," Larisa said warmly, flashing him a totally plutonic smile. She sat down on the edge of the bed, fiddling with her hands... her nervous habit. She had started doing it in part two, so just pretend I mentioned it in part one. Maybe I'll throw it in the director's cut of this trilogy. "Take off your jacket sweetheart. Stay a while," I said to her. Larisa was making me so uncomfortable... so warm. "I forgot. Haha." Larisa finished slipping it off and laid it nicely on the far end of the bed, against the wall and out of the way. "What are you doing here Riss? I thought I was going to Sarah Lawrence next weekend?" I fiddled with my notebooks and other papers for my class later in the day as I listened to her explanation. "You were," she said. "My class got cancelled and I know you only had one today. And being you have Fridays off, I thought I'd surprise you and we could have a long weekend together." Larisa paused and looked at Peter as he faced away from us, putting his books away. "I hope that's okay?" she added as she looked up at me nervously. The tone of her voice was as if she wasn't asking me alone, but Peter as well, making sure he was okay with her being there. By the way, it was Thursday... if you couldn't tell. The look on her face tried hard to mask her feeling that I somehow wasn't happy to see her. That's why she was performing her nervous habit of diddling with her fingers. I'll tell you right now... read part one, then part two. It's gonna help you a fuckload. ... Ha. Diddling with her fingers. So naughty. "Hun, of course. I'm really glad to see you. You just surprised me is all... with the phone call too," I said as I sat down next to Larisa on her left side, angling my body towards her. I felt my bare knee brush against her leg as I positioned myself. "It was a nice touch though." "I thought so," she said as one of her famous million dollar smiles spread across her angelic face. She took two fingers from each hand and brushed her hair back behind her ears on both sides of her head, looking all nervous. We stared at one another in the eyes, forgetting about my roommate as the world around us seemed to disappear. We had a brief and silent conversation with that look. "I'm going to class," said Peter, interrupting the romantic moment and snapping us back into reality. "I'll see you guys later." He grabbed his backpack and jacket and stepped towards his computer, putting up an away message. "Later man," I responded. "Bye Pete," said Larisa immediately after, smiling at him. She really was the nicest person. "Laaaaater," he said all monotone as he made his way out the door, stopping to thrust his hips as if he was fucking the air... obviously making fun of me. Luckily, Larisa was facing away from the door, but the gesture forced me to hold in laughter. The door slammed shut from the combination of the breeze coming from outside and his gentle closing swing. Yes, the window was open. That's what happens when housing gives you a heater that doesn't completely shutoff. Luckily I had two small fans from home that were permanently left on, helping to cool me down. "Mmmm. Good. Now can we hook up?" I joked as I leaned in to kiss her, resting my hand on her denim covered thigh. "Hahaha. You're gonna have to work harder than that stud," Larisa joked as she pushed me off her playfully, focusing her energy on my right shoulder. "... Sooo... Now can we hook up?" I asked all suavely, using my sexy voice. She looked so beautiful as she laughed at my joke. Larisa was wearing a long sleeved white shirt under the coat she took off earlier. She cut her dark blonde hair short again, coming down a little above the top of her shoulders, much like in 10 Things. She smiled as I looked hopelessly into her chocolate brown eyes, my hand still resting on her thigh, gently squeezing it with my fingers. "I am happy to see you Riss," I said again, in a soft voice. "Good. I missed you so much." Larisa paused for a moment as she looked me over. "It's cold in here," she added as she rubbed her arms, her elbows resting on her knees, interrupting her original thought. Luckily for me, and unintentionally, her nipples began to harden from the crisp forty degree air blowing in from outside, visible even through her white bra. "And you... shorts. Love, what would my mother say if she saw you like this?" the actress asked me as she shook her head side to side, playfully disapprovingly. "Hmmm. Probably, 'No one has ever made my daughter this happy. Sooooo... it's okay if you get warm easily.' Is that close?" "Haha." She ran her left hand over my right cheek, feeling a hint of stubble... her warm touch contrasting my cool face. "You're skin is so cold." Larisa subtly scrunched up her nose as she played the concerned adult. After all, she was older than me by two years... one year depending on what month it happened to be at the time. "Well, I think I know how we can fix this," I said. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Larisa tightly. I ran my right hand through her silky hair as she grabbed her hands together around my back. We embraced each other once more, enjoying the closeness we both longed for. "Mmm. This could work," Larisa smiled as she closed her eyes and pressed against me. It was quiet for a few seconds before her voice blessed the air again. "I hate not being able to be with you Matt," she groaned as her chin rested on my shoulder. She stared blankly at the window as she squeezed me tighter, becoming silent and still. "Larisa... is something wrong?" I asked her. Her quiet and distant tone warranted worrying, as well as some cherry pie. A little Warrant joke... if anyone got it. I just had this uneasy feeling about her visit to me. I was probably being paranoid as usual, but I couldn't help but feel that something was askew. I pulled back from the hug and looked her in her big soft brown eyes. She didn't say anything for a second, just staring down into space. Oh please don't let her be pregnant. Please don't let her be pregnant. "You're not pregnant are you???" "Matt!" Larisa said as she slapped me in the arm with an open palm, getting all lively. "God, don't say that! No, I'm not pregnant." Phew! "Don't even joke about that. Geez. You... always with that." You'd be freaking out about that too if you we're constantly boffing a girl without a condom. And I mean constantly! She lightened up after a second though, taking a step towards becoming her usual self. "You know what happens if you do get pregnant though." "Yessss Matt, I do," she said sarcastically. "What is it?" "You pay half and give me a ride." Larisa repeated what I always joked about with her, in a slow monotone voice, like students in class saying gooood morrrrrning Misssss Whateeeeever. "Thaaaats right." Any decent guy pays for half of the abortion and gives the girl a ride to get it. That or he provides the rusty coat hanger. "It's... I just really missed my boyfriend." She looked me in the eyes, her arms still slightly around me, holding onto my sides. "I love you so much Matt. I just... I needed to be with you, is all." Hmmm. No. Not buying it. SSSSSORrrrry. "Riss. Tell me," I said. "It's okay. I'm here," I added as I tried to comfort and reassure her to include me on whatever was bothering her. She responded by embracing me again, holding me tighter than before. "I just missed you so much. I needed to feel you hold me. I don't know how to explain it other than that." It felt really nice to have the love of my life in my arms once more. So I bought that line. "I'm fine. I swear." "Baby, I'm right here." I pulled Larisa against me, letting her rest against my chest. I placed my lips upon her soft strawberry scented hair, kissing the side of her head. "I'm right here," I said, trailing my voice off. It was quiet for a few moments, seeming like a few hours. "I don't know. I just got this urge to see you. I couldn't wait any more." She released me and sat back up, bringing her hands to the sides of her face and pushing her hair back behind her ears again. "It's just so hard being away from each other. You know?" she added. "...After all summer." I felt so bad. I didn't want to see her that upset. She wasn't crying, but I could tell she was coming close at times by the way her cute voice cracked. I didn't know if anything was definitely bothering her, but I had my suspicions. "Riss... are you on your period?" I asked. Smooth. Real smooth. "...Yes. ...Haha." Maybe that explained her mood swing. "For another day or so I guess." The good thing was that her cycles were short. ...If I even said that right. I mean she's only on the rag for a few days. We never took a shower together during this time. It looked like she was chumming the water, trying to attract sharks. What can I say, I watch a lot of shark week on the Discovery Channel. "Maybe that's why you're acting like this... not to always bring it back to the period. But the mood swing... I don't know." "Maybe." Larisa didn't fight it, so it led me to believe she agreed, at least partially. "Well... I guess sex is out of the question right now. I mean I'll still do it..." "Eww! No Matt! You know the rules. No period sex!" Larisa yelled. She didn't like to have sex during her period, despite the fact that girls are more sensitive in that region during that time. I even offered to wear a condom. Get a little O.J. bloody glove type action over here. Over hurrrrr. "Well what else can we do? It's not like we can go to the beach." "I know," she replied. "It's too cold out." "No, not that. You're on your period. Red tide." "Rude and rude!" Larisa slugged me in the shoulder as she yelled at me, making a mean face. She didn't really mean it, probably thinking it was somewhat funny. "Meanie. ... Besides. Baby you have class." I was a man and didn't rub it, by the way. The punch I mean. She sat straight up and seemed more chipper than she did a few minutes prior. Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly "Look, sweetheart. A, I can make it really quick. I swear. And B, I'm not going to class," I replied back to her. It was philosophy of science. The concept seemed cool, but the class was a joke. The professor was crazy, literally, having to take a break from teaching for a while a few years back. He talked so fast and had a mix of three European accents. It was impossible to understand him. It was a cool class in that there was only a midterm and final. There was no textbook. Well there was, but he didn't ever use it. To be honest, I would skip weeks at a time towards the end of the semester. I realized that I only got more confused by him. Looking back, before I took the first test, I figured I'd just read the book. THANK GOD he put his notes online, because I would have gotten like a negative twenty on that exam. After he did that for the midterm, I wasn't worried about the final. I'd just use the notes. "I bet you can. Haha. And you have to go to class," said the sexy killjoy sitting next to me. "You're not missing it because of me." "I'd rather miss the class than miss my sweetie." =[ "Awww," she whimpered, making such a cute face. Larisa looked at me like I was holding a lil puppy. In reality, if I was holding a puppy, my facial expression woulda been one of terror. "I have another idea," I suggested. She raised her eyebrows in question, all curious. "You can take off your jeans... get on all fours, baby," I whispered sexily. She looked at me with a wicked smile. "And get ready for some A... N... A..." "MATT! I don't do that! Haha." Larisa shifted and sat on her left leg, her grey sneaker hanging off the edge of the bed, not wanting to get dirt on the comfy ass blanket. "Well, I had to try. ...But Riss. I can't go with you coming here. IT'S A CELEBRATION BITCHES! DRINK UP! BE MERRY!" "Okay love," Larisa said slowly, talking to me like I was a child. "No one quotes Chapelle anymore." She slowly shook her head side to side as she spoke, babying me. "What?" I asked. "No one quotes Chapelle anymore." "HUUWHAT??" "Matt, I'm not playing this game." Larisa was pretending to be pissed off, but I could see right through her. I knew there was no point in arguing further... on any of her comments. I was going to class because she would never let me hear the end of it if I skipped. And there would be no anal. Larisa was one of those kids who went to every class, regardless of being sick. She was like my mother... sort of. I remember, MUHHHTHER, always making me go to school even if I had the flu. She was so worried I'd miss something important... like my times tables. I guess she still thought it was 1924 and no one invented the calculator yet. ...$^%*ing idiot. I did stay home once however. I remember, MUHHHTHER, outside with the neighborhood repairman, Bo Booo. MUHHTHER said she needed help with her backdoor. Bo Bo said he would lube it up so it'd be easier to get in and out. Then I heard MUHHHTHER yelling it was still too big and wouldn't fit and... Waaaaaiiiit a second. ... (in a kiddy voice) The bad man was hurtin mama's caboose! *big sigh* AAAAANYWHO... "I'm not going to miss anything hun. It's like watching a foreign film without subtitles. ...And there's no nudity." Larisa looked at me like she might cave and give in to my request. Her motherly instincts kicked in, unfortunately. "And what if you get an assignment for next class? Hmm?" she asked all matter of factly. "That's why I make friends with the hot girls in the class. I can just IM them." Her mouth playfully dropped open as she shoved me with both hands, pushing me back onto the bed. Again, there were no assignments, but I had to say it for the comedy. If you didn't know, philosophy majors are ninety-seven percent dudes. Two of the remaining three percent are hippie stoner vegan chicks. Apparently Larisa wasn't aware. "Ughhhh!" She tried to hold back her laughter as I pulled myself back up into a sitting position. "I don't push you when you make friends with the hot girls in your classes." "I go to an all girl school!" she laughed out loud, lol style, her mouth open wide through her smile. "But you sleep with girls!" I shot back. It was this or the Chewbacca defense... ala South Park. "Oh shhh," she laughed. "You need to get to class Matt." "I know," I said as I stood up and put my black hoodie on. "Because apparently I'm twelve and my mother dropped by for a visit." "Hmmmf," Larisa grunted and made a mean face, not liking my comment. I guess that means no sex. "...Matt. Put on a coat. It's too cold." "I certainly would look stupid in a winter coat with shorts. Wouldn't I?" I know from experience. "My love, you are something else. No one will argue differently." I stood in front of Larisa and reached for her hands, taking hold of them and pulling her to her feet. I looked down at her manicured fingers for a moment as I held her warm hands in mine. "I am glad you're here sweetheart," I said softly. "So am I," Larisa replied in suit as I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me. Her soft dirty blonde hair cushioned my face against the side of her head as she encumbered me with her arms, draping them around my shoulders. Keeping our hug intact, we leaned back a bit and I pressed my lips tenderly against hers. Her tongue tip gently massaged my lips for a few seconds before slightly poking through them, rubbing against my own tongue. Feeling her French kiss, I decided to play her game. My hands slid down her back slowly, my palms rubbing against the thin white cotton material of her shirt as I eventually reached her hips. I could hear a mixture of small moans and groans escape from her smiling mouth as I wiggled my hands under the bottom of her shirt, resting them against the top of her jeans and bare skin. "Mmmm love... don't think you're getting out of this class," she whispered into my mouth. God dammit! "I had no intention of seducing you to get out of class. What kind of man do you take me for?" I joked as my fingertips grazed against the sides of her lower abdomen, tickling the soft warm skin just above her waistline. I slowly moved my head to the left side of hers, laying a trail of soft kisses along her neck, letting the tip of my tongue press against her. "The man I love," Larisa said as she pushed me away from her, still holding onto my arms. "Now go to class! Before I change my mind! Haha." She looked like an angel, so happy and full of life as she stood in the middle of my room. The actress was a different person compared to ten minutes before. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way her nose scrunched up when she looked surprised... I missed the little things so much when Larisa and I were apart. "Okay," I muttered as I let go of her delicate hands, fighting the urge to push them against my cock, letting her take the hint. I picked up my notebook and pen and made my way to exit the room. "You gonna be all right here?" "Yeah hun," Larisa answered. "I'll find something to keep me busy." I looked at her for a second, taking in the vision of pure girl next door beauty in my dorm room. She looked so girl next door in her cute, plain, unrevealing outfit. Maybe I could leave class and go to the bathroom... jerk off... and then go back to class. It wouldn't be a new concept. "Okay. Don't get any of your period blood on my sheets. I just did laundry two days ago," I added as I walked out and shut the door before she had a chance to yell at me. I imagine her face would look something like this. >:O ---------------------------------- All throughout class I couldn't help but think about two things. First, man was this class such a waste of fucking time. There wasn't even one hot girl to look at to keep me sane. I couldn't read the writing on the board or understand his lightening quick ramblings. The other thing that wouldn't leave my thoughts was Larisa. Being I always lied to her about stuff bothering me, I felt I was somewhat of an expert on the subject. I knew something was up and she was hiding it from me. I had never seen her with mood swings like that before, and I had been with her through many a period. I tried to think of ways to get it out of her as I sat through the waste of a class. I especially thought of her as I went and punched it once during the middle of the hour and twenty minute period. As I walked across the dark blue carpeted hallway towards my room, I could see that the door was open and my ears heard a number of girls inside. Two sophomores from down the hall were sitting around my room talking to Larisa, totally unaware of the fact that I was dating Alex Mack. The dorm I resided in during me second, third, and fourth years was an upperclassman dorm, meaning sophomore through senior. The younger girls were nice to look at. Being that Larisa and I didn't really see one another more than twice a month, and alternated, Dina and Cristina never saw Larisa before. And since I started dating her, I thought it would be weird to keep the printout picture of her next to my bed. Had it been hung up, she could have been brought up in conversation. I did have a picture of her on my desk, but it was out of sight from the rest of the room. I just wasn't one of those kids with the corkboard picture collages. It's not that I was ashamed of the celebrity. I was just private when it came to bitches I was fucking. "Hey love," said Larisa as I walked through the door, tossing my notebook onto the end of my bed. I was relieved to be back. I power walked back from the building next door where the class was held. I was in such a rush to see Larisa again. "...Love? Matty's got a serious girlfriend," giggled Dina in a way that would make her seem ditsy, although that wasn't the case. I never told any of them who I was dating, or how serious it was between us. They never asked so I never told. I hoped that Larisa wouldn't be mad, thinking that I wasn't proud of what we had, or that I was pretending to be single, trying to get a little side action. "Hey hun," I said to Larisa as I walked towards her. I leaned down and held her chin, tilting her head up with my index and middle fingers, gently pressing my lips against hers. We smooched for three seconds as I made my way to my reclining desk chair. "Yes it's serious Dina," I added. As the four of us all made small talk, I couldn't help but wonder which girl we would have a threesome with. It could be Dina, with her crazy low sitting sweats and thong that was perpetually sticking out of her pants. She always wore hospital scrubs or sweats that sagged SO LOW. Her thong always stuck out the back. So hot. Kinda makes you want to sing Sisqo's Thong Song whenever you see her. She didn't have a boyfriend at the moment, although there was a guy she was sort of hooking up with on a regular basis. She was about five foot four, long brown hair, huge tits, and thick bottom... in that good thick, got something to grab on to kind of way. She was definitely hot and had a sexy thing about her... Dina was overly flirty half the time and calm the other half. She would try to seduce you without warning. The other appealing quality was her incredible laid backness, without being lazy. She was just a "chill" person It could also be Cristina, the Latina girl. She was a little shorter than Dina but was very hot as well. She had tan skin and hair the color of Larisa's. She had a butt like... wow. It was so tight and round. Sweet onion booty. Cristina did have a boyfriend, but he was in another college somewhere out of state... living the thug life. Total Chicano (Mexican) thug. ...Not that there's anything wrong with that. Remember, I'm not racist. I'm just trying to paint a picture here. "Matt, how could you have not told us that you were dating a celebrity??" she asked me, slightly hyper. Obviously she was an Alex Mack fan. I mean who wasn't? "Because she's a normal person to me," I said as I looked at Larisa lovingly, seeing her smile back. "Not that you're normal... you're special to me..." I added in a panic, not sure how to word it properly. "I know love," she said, interrupting me. "So, Dina and Cristina were just telling me about the signs you made for their doors... and the mayo." Uh oh. Larisa just sighed as she went over the idea in her head once more. "That was in no way sexual," I quickly stated. "Dina, Emily, Cristina, and Masami." Masami was a Jap. I guess Truman missed a few. "Come to 508 to get your turkey... or something else... stuffed. Happy Thanksgiving," said Larisa, pretty much properly quoting the signs we taped to their doors. Unfortunately, they got ripped down by drunk visitors. "Oh come on. Maybe they like chicken," I replied, trying to quickly save my ass. The two girls just sat there on Peter's bed and laughed as I was getting a scolding. "Matt. There was a picture of an uncooked turkey and the turkey baster was a cartoon penis." ... ... "Shooting its stuff." I say again... ... ... "What stuff?" I asked, busting her balls. She didn't want to say cum. Her dirty talk was only for me, and the girls she slept with. Larisa didn't normally use explicit sexual language out in public because of the image she needed to maintain: America's sweetheart. She saved it all for the bedroom. "Its... stuff. You know." "No, I don't. Like pee?" Larisa was getting peeved now. No pun intended. Well, maybe a little pun. "Ughh. Dina what's the scientific term?" she asked her new friend. Dina was a biology major. She wanted to become a doctor... at least four out of seven days of the week. "Ejaculatory substance," she laughed. We all soon followed, not expecting that funny remark. "Oh Riss, go easy on him. Remember Pete helped with this too," said Dina, trying to save my butt, smiling at me as her and her thong came to my rescue. I stared at her chest the whole time, not caring if her or Larisa noticed. Dina did notice, giving me a quick wink and wider smile. "Actually, that one was all me," I blurted out, then reclined back, preparing to soak in all the applause and kind words that were sure to follow. Hey, I'm not gonna let someone else take credit for my comedic genius. In retrospect, that statement was stupid. "And Matt... why do you have all this mayo!?" questioned Larisa as she pulled out a large bag from under my bed. It really was a large bag. In the two months of school thus far, I had stolen six and a half pounds of mayo and mustard packets from the dining hall takeout line. I would randomly throw them down the hall towards the girls' rooms, tape them to their doors, or simply walk into their rooms asking if I could borrow some because 'I ran out or was running low'. That pissed them off for obvious reasons. One particular time, Peter played Berlin's only hit song Take My Breath Away, ala Top Gun, on guitar as I got down on one knee and professed my love for Cristina, asking her to use my mayonnaise packet and mine alone. So many uses. "I can explain that! ...I can't explain that. But, I'm sure I'll find a use for them down the line." The use for them... I never found one. The day I moved out, on my way out for good, I went to swing the bag and hurl it into the garbage cans in the lobby of the dorm. Well, the handle broke mid swing, sending about six pounds of condiments ALL OVER the floor. Peter just said, "Fuck it." ...Works for me! The girls just sat there laughing, looking all cute, as Larisa continued to think I was weirder and weirder. In truth, I just did it because I know it entertained them as well as Peter. Larisa looked at me, slightly embarrassed at my immaturity but not enough to cause concern. She lightened up after she saw the girls approved of my antics. "Well Matt, it looks like we've got you in enough trouble for one day," said Dina as she slowly got up, her saggy navy blue sweat pants following soon after. "I've got a paper to do. Nice to meet you Larisa." Cristina followed and said her own goodbyes. "Haha. Alex Mack! I used to want to BE YOU!! Haha," Cristina joked. "Haha. Awww. It was nice meeting you girls too," said my girlfriend, looking as if she had really enjoyed their company. The two turned and walked out of my room, their bootays grabbing my attention as they exited. "Wait!" I yelled. "Here's a souvenir." I took two mayo packets from my stash and threw them towards Cristina. "They're autographed." She just batted them down and rolled her big brown eyes, trying not to laugh. "Matt. Haha. You're sooo WEIRD!" she yelled back at me as I stared at that sweet onion. Larisa just sat on the bed giggling as I playfully tormented the young gorgeous sophomore. "See Riss. It's all in good fun." I moved over to the bed, sitting down on her right side on my comfy blanket. "How'd you meet them?" I inquired. "In the bathroom actually. I guess they're not used to seeing celebrities using the communal toilet." "I wouldn't think so, especially since each stall has a door." "And how do you know that? Hmm? When have you been in there?" she asked, chuckling. "When me and Peter dribbled Kool-Aid in a toilet and on the seat and in a sanitary bag," I said as I kicked off my shoes and lied down. She didn't even reply to my true story, but just sighed and rolled her eyes. For the oldest ones on the floor, Peter and I acted the most immature, but everyone loved it. They were entertained constantly. "Lay back." Larisa kicked off her grey sneakers as well, knowing that putting them on my comfy ass blanket would result in a slap to the back of the neck. Besides, I didn't want her to get it dirty and force me to wash it, being I hadn't done that since Avril Lavigne and us slept together under it. Nah, I'm just kidding. I washed it since then... after I took a nice long sniff. Larisa rested back next to me on the bed, her head on the same pillow as mine, except she was only able to use a small corner of it. She should have asked if she wanted more. She was on her proper side of the bed, the left side, the side that let me work my game to the fullest extent. Even with practice, I STILL can't make a move to the right. Sigh. I noticed she smelled just amazing as I looked over at her, staring at the side of her face as she looked up at the ceiling, lost in the silent maze of her thoughts. "How's school?" I asked, trying to start up a conversation. I felt her blindly reach for my hand, taking hold of it, interlocking our fingers together. I noticed her nails were painted French manicure style, or as Bryan called it, "handjob style". They weren't the porn star ones, but very mild, not overly standing out. "It's okay I guess. I don't know... some classes are okay. Some suck." She sounded totally unenthused. The usual breeze I felt as I slept was absent from the room, causing me to assume that Larisa had closed the window and shut the fan as soon as I left. "Yeah. What about that poetry class? You like that one." She sighed and paused for a moment, wording a response in her head to my question. I could only squeeze her hand a little more, assuring her that I was indeed there to listen to whatever problems she had. "It's a good class and all. I like writing, you know that." She cocked her head sideways and looked over at me, staring at me with those intoxicating mocha eyes. "They make us read our stuff out loud and the class critiques it." "Well, you're good at public speaking," I commented. "That shouldn't be too bad for you." She was an actress after all. "On the other hand, I'd probably cry." She smiled and gave my hand a gently squeeze, reversing the roles and trying to make me feel better, then continued. Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly "It's not that. Some of the stuff is, well... it's personal. It's easy for me to write about love and about you... my dad." She paused, then resumed speaking. "I don't know if I want the entire class critiquing it, let alone hearing it. And I don't want to write some random meaningless crap just so I can say it aloud." I squeezed her hand reassuringly once more, causing her to lock eyes with mine. "Riss. You're stuff is really good. Don't even worry about the rest of them." I'm just kidding. I have no idea what's good or not. I laugh at the rhymes on the back of a Captain Crunch box. I wanted to comfort her and make her feel better, not because I was her boyfriend and it was my job, but because it pained me to see her upset. I know how hard it was for me to express myself to her sometimes. I couldn't imagine expressing my personal feelings to an entire class. I couldn't even do it on myspace or xanga. And why is it that it's always morbid depressing shit people write in their blogs. You never read 'I got laid last night,' or 'Man I had a delicious fuckin sandwich this afternoon.' "Riss. First off, half the class probably isn't even paying much attention. That's always the case. Second of all, they're stupid. That's why they're in the class. Don't let their unintelligent judgments bother you." "I know love. It's just harder to share personal thoughts and feelings with people." I felt her feet rubbing against mine... some sock-on-sock contact. She was probably cold like always, even with the window closed. I sighed and crunched up into a sitting position and leaned towards the foot of the bed, pulling the bunched up end of the dark blue comforter up towards us, resting it on our feet. Larisa merely smiled as a way of thanking me. However, that didn't keep her from snuggling her little piggies against mine. "I know." How do you think I feel... writing this story... having people anonymously message me goin, 'You go to _______ University!' And having them being right... scaring the crap outa me. Anyway. I could see I wasn't going to get to the root of her problem through her poetry class. I quickly thought of something else that could bother a girl in college. "What about your roommate? How are things with her?" "Eh. Me and Kelly are having some problems," Larisa said in a wide awake tone, in an annoyed voice. Jackpot! ...Maybe. Her roommate was hot to say the least. She was a junior. Kelly stood about five foot six, with brown eyes and straight dark brown hair, falling down past her shoulders. She had 34 C tits according to the bra I found in their bathroom. Oh, like you wouldn't look. It was black too. Her body wasn't really toned, but she still looked sort of athletic, as if she went to the gym occasionally and was just lucky. She had a really nice ass which I had the pleasure of seeing in a thong during one of my visits. She also had a few tattoos, which as we all know, I dig in a big, big way. She had a scorpion on the small of her back, two cherries with a leaf just above and to the right of her pussy, and a tribal design between her shoulder blades. Kelly was the girl I dreamed about having a friends with benefits relationship with... the kind of girl I can take to a Slipknot concert, then fuck afterwards in the car, while listening to Slipknot. Besides the ink, she had a couple of piercings, including her ears, the top part of her ear... where you put the bar through it, her eyebrow, which she pulled off very well I must say, and navel. Kelly had the rocker chick thing going on and I was incredibly turned on by her. Larisa knew I wanted to hook up with her, with their mutual approval of course. My girlfriend liked to tease me because they had in fact dabbled in the realm of bisexual roommate lovin'. Kelly and Larisa would hook up when they were drunk or lonely. Kelly also had a boyfriend, Jason, although it wasn't very serious at all. However, he was unaware that the two were playing with one another on semi regular basis. Thinking of the whole thing made my cock just incredibly hard. The thought of them two lezzin it out. Mmmm. I got distracted by the idea of it as Larisa explained the problematic situation. "...And then there was the whole thing of her getting attached to me." Kelly felt her boyfriend would freak out if he knew she had feelings for her celebrity roommate. These weren't the innocent feelings of lust and horniness that a guy would expect his girlfriend to have for another woman... in a perfect world of course. Kelly and Larisa really hit it off. I mean REALLY hit it off. "You know how they had a fight in the beginning of the semester right?" Larisa asked, still holding my hand. "Yeah." Larisa had been there to comfort her. They became close, sleeping in each other's beds every night, holding and kissing one another. As silly as it sounds, I kind of got worried maybe Larisa would fall for Kelly and leave me behind. There was a LOT of holding and cuddling and kissing going on there. "Well like I told you, I thought she was getting too attached, so I tried my best to cut myself off from her." Larisa looked at me, seeing me lost in thought, saying nothing. She scrunched up her nose and scowled at me. "...Matt. Stop thinking of us playing." I guess she must have noticed the bulge in the front of my dark green cargo shorts as I appeared to half listen to her confess her problems. "I'm listening." Sorta. "Yeah. It looks like you are," Larisa said as she took her left hand and reached over, grabbing hold of my semi-hard dick as best she could through my pants. Please don't let go. Please don't let go. "Why don't you talk into the microphone so I can hear better," I said in regards to my long thick hard prick resting between her fingertips. Larisa let go of my member and continued with her story. Damn! "She's been taking it hard Matt. Sometimes, I think she's got attachment issues." Well you know what they say. One tattoo for each time daddy touched you. "She keeps trying to touch me and seduce me." "I... don't see the problem yet." My girlfriend just shook her head and sighed, not thrilled with my lack of seriousness. "Matt... Please." Okay, now I was overdoing it. "I'm sorry hun. Go on." I knew she was upset and I didn't want to make things worse by downplaying them and making fun of them, although it was very amusing. Larisa slipped her fingers between mine, re-gripping, holding my hand against her side. She looked up at the ceiling above the bed as she continued, with me looking at the side of her face, wishing that I'd never have that vision of beauty taken away from me. "She'll get crazy pissed off when I try to stop her or tell her we need to cool it. I keep saying, 'Look. Kel. I like you and everything, but I have a boyfriend I love very much. I don't love you. You need to understand that.'" Larisa's tone of voice teetered on the edge on mild enthusiasm and bitchiness. She was honestly pissed off about her living situation. "Is it bad enough where maybe you need a roommate change?" I asked, getting more concerned. I didn't want a Single White Female incident or anything. "No. Some times she'll be cool for a week or so and then she'll just be a totally different person. And... okay the sex is really good. Haha." Larisa started to giggle as a pleasurable look spread rapidly over her face, obviously recalling past sexual experiences with this girl. Her face just lit up as her grin stretched out into a mile wide smile. As I looked over at here, I still couldn't believe that I was dating Larisa Oleynik. Even more so, I couldn't believe she was a... well not a whore... but very... sexually open. "I thought we were being serious here," I said matter of factly. "I know Ma..." "I mean I thought we were past joking about this," I said fake seriously, interrupting her. "If you're not going to take this seriously then I'm not going..." She quickly rolled on top of me and brought her mouth to mine, silencing me with a humorous yet passionate kiss. Her legs straddled me on both sides and her left hand stroked my cheek as our lips danced together. I wrapped my arms around her perfect body and pulled her close against me, inadvertently pushing my stiff cock up against her pussy. I slid my hands into the back pockets of Larisa's jeans, palming her ass as she assaulted my mouth in an effort to keep me from rambling on with a bit that wasn't all that funny. I gave her cheeks a firm squeeze as I pressed up and pulled her down, letting her see how erect my dick was and how much I waned to make love to her. "Are you done now?" Larisa asked softly, smiling down at me, her short dirty blonde hair dangling down with gravity. "Yes," I laughed. "...Can we finish the conversation this way?" Larisa just brushed her hair back behind her right ear and kissed me softly once more. Her tongue flickered across my top lip as Larisa knew just how to tease me. Her lip balm tasted like raspberry. I could have easily kissed her for another three hours. Now I'm starving. "Nope," my older girlfriend answered as she rolled off. Lying next to me even closer than before, she started to tell her tale again. "She'll get really pissed off at me and it's not fair. I just don't know what to do. She's jealous of you Matt," Larisa said as she looked over at me, turning her head to the right. Larisa eyes shifted back and forth as she scanned over my entire face. "Oh. I see." I had to admit, it was friggen cool having another girl jealous of me. I sure wasn't going to tell that to Larisa though. "It just gets frustrating to keep dealing with, you know?" I turned on my side and faced her, propped up on my left arm. I slid my right hand over her stomach and onto her left hip, gently massaging it as I told her I know what she was going through, dealing with roommate problems and all. I'm not saying I had the same type of problem. Thank God. Luckily, Peter and Lee never turned mo on me. FYI... Imagine that all the gay jokes here have Wham – Wake Me Up Before You Go Go playing in the background. So from time to time you'll just see me type "Buh dum, Jitterbug!!" So that's just the intro to the very mo song for the very mo comment. We lied there in silence for a minute or two as the topic of conversation came to a close. I tried hard to listen to her and pay her story all the attention it deserved. I continued to rub her hip from underneath the bottom of her shirt, slowly moving my hand further towards me, letting it fall from her hip down to her tummy. I softly caressed the smooth skin of her stomach with the back of my fingers, my motives both to relax her and to get some stank on my hang-low. Larisa remained still, her eyes closed as she smiled and breathed softly. I scooted over towards her and pressed the front of my body against hers, draping my arm over her completely. My head was a mere two or three inches from hers. I felt her soft warm breath on my mouth as she coyly grinned. "This feels so good Riss... me and you like this. This past summer was the best summer of my life." As I spoke, my right hand tenderly rubbed her back, massaging the area it lied on. "Hmmm," she gently replied, her voice warm and loving, a grin on her face stretching ear to ear, her eyes still closed. "I wish it never ended." The two of us had spent so much time together, in bed or hanging out. We lied with each other for hours a day, talking or playing, or even just sitting there enjoying the calm silence. Mostly though, there was a lot of playing. "Cristina's very pretty. Don't you think?" she asked, changing the subject... as she innocently placed her left hand between our two bodies, between our crotches. I could feel her knuckles ever so slightly touch against the zipper of my shorts as it rested between our naughty bits. "Yeah. She's really hot." I could feel my dick steadily becoming harder and harder as she talked about the other girl she just met in a dirty fashion. Her hand brushing against my junk also didn't hurt. "You like her?" I asked. "...Yeah. I guess so," she responded after a second. "Her body is great. She's so tight and toned. Her face is so gorgeous too." Cristina's face was so playful and childlike, yet still sexy... like an ultra hot chica next door. She was Hispanic after all. The sophomore had been wearing a tight pair of dark blue jeans and a little black top. Her ass was just so perfect. She was also a sorority girl, so you all know the caliber of those chicks... the ones that aren't sorostitutes. I kept pushing my groin against her hand blatantly, as we discussed the younger girl, both holding back on actually saying we wanted to sleep with her. I wanted to fuck her. It sounded like my better half did as well. It was even hotter because Larisa was four years older than Cristina... like an older woman teaching a young girl about the birds and the bees, only learning through participating. So hot. "What about Dina?" I asked. Honestly, I thought she was more attractive. I liked the girls who seemed more... not average, but not high maintenance looking sexy. Hence Larisa. I'm not saying that either weren't hot as balls. ...Or as a classroom at my school in November... to bring it back to a few pages ago. Besides Dina's looks and her low sitting pants, her carefree attitude made her sexy. She didn't give a fuck about impressing anyone... or what her flirting would do to them. ...Like forcing a guy to punch the clown in a bathroom stall during class because he couldn't stop thinking about her. "She's really pretty too. Who do you like more love?" my lover asked as she grabbed a handful of cock through my shorts. Needless to say, I was aroused and was pretty much at full hardness at this point. I palmed her ass through her jeans and pulled her closer into me, feeling her small soft tits press against my chest, pushing her hand against her own crotch. "Hmmm... I'd have to say Dina. But it's definitely a hard choice. I guess it would depend on the day." Larisa took hold of my zipper and pushed it down, opening up the front of my pants, looking down at her manicured hand as she performed the action. "I see," she commented seductively with a coy little smile as she snaked her hand inside my green cargo shorts, then inside my black boxers. I felt her hand wrap around the warm shaft of my excited love muscle, her hand feeling cool to the touch. It felt so good to have Larisa touch me again sexually. "What is it about her that turns you on?" she whispered softly, looking me right in the eyes, as our heads remained only a few inches apart. Larisa was serious and also being playful at the same time. Her innocence mixed with her dirty talk was just mind blowingly sexy. And she didn't get jealous or care how I answered either. I could be as dirty as I wanted. "Definitely her lower half. Her legs are just... I just want to bury my face between them and lick her... make her come over and over. Have her squeeze her thighs around my head so tight." Maybe I could have said that to her a little... less descriptively. Dina had legs like Britney Spears... thick ones. Britney Spears, not Britney Federline. The latter's for after she let herself go and got chunky and disgusting. "Mmmm. That would be hot to watch... and I know how good you are at that lover," said Larisa as she sat up. My oral skills had made her squirt in the past. She took her hands and shoved me back on the bed, making me lay completely flat. My girl crawled on top of me, straddling my lap, her cunt resting on my throbbing monster which begged to be molested. Larisa leaned forward and began to kiss and suck on the right side of my neck. "Tell me more lover," said Larisa softly and seductively into my ear as her dangling light brown hair tickled my chin and the side of my face. From time to time, Larisa would ask me questions about other girls, perhaps to see what kind of fetishes or fantasies I conjured up, hoping she could fulfill them herself. I felt her warm pink lips suck on my skin softly. I could just barely hear her quietly groan and moan in horniness as she kissed my neck and cheek. "I want to fuck her so bad. I'd love to feel her legs... mmmm Riss. Like that," I groaned as she squeezed her knees around my thighs, anticipating what I was about to say. "I'd love to feel her wrap them around my waist as I'm on top of her, pushing my dick so deep inside her." Larisa ran the tip of her tongue over the skin on my neck, gently kissing towards underneath my chin. At the same time, she roughly grinded her crotch against mine, like she was a steamroller trying to flatten wet cement. "Feel her hold onto me tightly, her nails scraping against my back, begging me to fuck her pussy harder and deeper." My dugan was rock solid as it throbbed under the actress, excited from her kisses and her playful gyrations. I pushed my hips back into her, matching each thrust of hers with one of my own. After a little time, we were dry humping each other like a couple of teenagers. My cock was as hard as a Calculus test as she worked herself into me. "God Riss, that feels so fuckin good hun." I slid my hands over her body, letting them creep up the back of her white shirt, massaging her silky smooth skin as I reached her bra clasp. I unhooked it as I grinded my groin against hers while still captive in her leg grasp, switching between an up and down and a circular motion. Eeeh. Eeeh. The bed squeaked somewhat with the more pronounced bounces on it. Shitty dorm furniture. What can you do. "God lover... You make me so jealous. It turns me on so much when you do this." Larisa moaned as she sucked on my neck harder, trying to give me a hickie, pulling at my skin with her mouth. "Did you rub yourself while you dreamed of filling her with your big, thick dick lover? Did you go all over your hand... shooting all your cum out?" she whispered into my ear, then licked her tongue across the height of it. "...All the cum that belongs to me." I saw that both of us could be very dirty. It was like a sauna in the room from our raised body temperatures. I started to reach the breaking point where I'd soon start to sweat. The situation was so hot, literally and figuratively. "Mmm yeah baby. I came so hard." All over my roommates bed. ...Oh like none of you have ever done it to someone's bed after a fight. You're all sooooo above me aren't you. "God, Matthew. I want you inside me so badly," Larisa whispered forcefully into my ear. As I slid my right hand from her back to her chest, I could feel Larisa grind her yearning hot box against my Linus. Keeping my hand inside her shirt, I crept my fingers underneath the left cup of her bra, taking a handful of her tender breast. As she lied on top of me, my hand was sandwiched between us, pinned under our two horny bodies as she leaned forward. Now I'm really starving... talking about sandwiches. "Please, Riss," I moaned as I slipped my tongue into her mouth, grabbing her tit roughly, squeezing it like a stress ball. "Riss... please let me." I was about to beg for her to let me inside her, even if it was during her special time. She gripped the hair on the sides of my head, right above my ears, pulling it hard as she probed my mouth with her tongue. Her oral muscle pounded into my mouth, licking my tongue, heading towards my throat. Larisa's kisses were forceful, like she was raping my mouth. She grinded herself against me, pressing her pussy against my candy cane harder and harder, rubbing herself in circular motions over me. "We... we can't baby." What a little cock tease! I understand what she's saying, but sometimes you need to get your hands dirty... literally! I didn't want to make love to Larisa. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her hard in the worst way. Normally, sex with us would be both sweet and intense. However, on rare occasions were fucked each other mercilessly. Very rare occasions... like maybe three times in two years. I would have maimed and killed to do it for a fourth. I needed to hold her down and get rough with her, to control her and have her every way I felt like having her. I wanted to hurt Larisa's little tight pink cunt with my pipe... to fill her with my seed until her hole overflowed with it. And then afterwards, cuddle until we drifted off to sleep. I was going to explode if I didn't release the sexual energy we were creating. I'd have balls bluer than the dog Blue from Blue's Clues. Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly Unfortunately, knowing that Larisa wasn't about to give in, I decided to put a stop to it. I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to gently push her off me. Our faces remained connected by the mouth as her torso moved away from me. Her lips sucked onto mine as she tried desperately to not separate our mouths. "What... what are you...?" she said between kisses, surprised that I was putting up a fight. "Riss, let's just stop," I said interrupting her. She had a look of total... confusion on her face. Her eyes closed a little as she scowled at me, her forehead now covered in anger wrinkles, her nose scrunching up. Larisa quickly pushed my hands off her as she sat up, obviously pissed off . "You... you don't want me?!?" she yelled in an angry and baffled tone. Oh Christ. "No, I do want you. If we can't, then..." "I can't believe you!" Larisa yelled at me. I slid my hands over her forearms lying near the sides of my head, holding her down on top of me. "Don't touch me!" the actress cried as she slapped my arms and got off my waist. "Riss?! What?? Wha'd I do?" "You know, we could have done other things besides fucked! You know that!?" she shouted as she fixed her clothes, re-clasping her bra and tugging her shirt back down. "So because I won't let you fuck me, you wanna stop now!? That's really fucking nice of you asshole." I had never seen Larisa this pissed off before, in real life or a movie. "Fucking typical." My eyes shot up at hers, staring a hole through her. "Typical??? When the HELL did I ever pull any shit like that before?? ...I was just trying to stop now so it wouldn't be harder to stop later on!" Okay. Maybe I was a tad in the wrong here. She could have gave me head. "Yeah, fine! Well I'll make it even easier for you!" she yelled as stood up and rushed to grab her coat and put it on. What the fuck was going on? Who was this and where was my girlfriend!?! At least with this one, I coulda had amazing anger sex with... assuming she wasn't on her period. "Oh come on. Riss. Where are you going??" I asked, utterly puzzled and taken back at her behavior, sitting up fully, a tent still pitched in my pants. Larisa's angelic face was beat red and her breathing was erratic, like she was on the verge of having a panic attack. I was annoyed that she was acting so childish, throwing a stupid tantrum over what I thought was nothing. "Anywhere but here," she retorted in a lower yet still pissed off and sarcastic tone of voice as she quickly walked to the door. I leaped up from the bed and grabbed hold of Larisa's right arm, near her elbow, and half assed pulled her back to me. I didn't want her leaving over something stupid like this. SMACK!!! The palm of her left hand flew across the right side of my face, causing an immediate stinging sensation. Instantly, I let go of her arm and we both stood there in silence, completely in disbelief of what just happened. I was angry, confused, and upset, standing there paralyzed for a moment... just dumbfounded. Larisa's mouth hung open in surprise and regret as she watched me stand there looking like a beaten dog, not knowing what I did to deserve it. I was in utter shock and was left speechless by her surprising violent action. Larisa gasped and brought her hand up to her wide-open mouth, covering it as her eyes watered. All I knew was that I had to get out of that room because with my temper, nothing good could have come out of me staying. I would have yelled at her and scared her. I don't even want to think about hitting her. I know I wouldn't have, but being there longer could only make it more of a remote possibility. After regaining control of my body, I just took a step to the side and slowly walked out of the room without saying a word, my head hung low. Larisa tried to say something, but couldn't force any words out as her throat clenched up. She just silently teared up as she watched me move down the hallway. ---------------------------------- I didn't know if I was more pissed off or more confused about what had taken place the few minutes ago. I sat outside the dorm in shorts and a t-shirt going over the previous events. 'Was it my fault? Did she overreact?' The only thing I knew was that I couldn't let her leave here pissed off at me... and it was not shorts and t-shirt weather. I'd like to thank my junior year high school theology teacher for leaving me even more paranoid with this little inspirational statement. "Never leave the house angry because one day you may come back and something bad could have happened to the person you're mad at... and you may never see them again." Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside doesn't it? I took the elevator up to my floor, stopping on floors two and four to let people out. I mentally flipped out that they were holding me back from Larisa. Finally, I got to the fifth floor, a few seconds later finding my door closed. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the cold metal knob and slowly opened it, so that I wouldn't scare her. Unfortunately, the room was empty. I immediately walked down to Dina's room, then to Cristina's, hoping maybe she went there for comfort. No dice. I paced down to the girls' bathroom, knocking on the door and opening it when I didn't hear an answer. Strike two. Well, strike three if the two girls' bedrooms are counted separately. I jogged back to my room fighting off panic and flung the desk drawer open, fumbling for my cell phone. I called Larisa's cell phone as I paced back and forth across my room, running my hand through my short brown hair. As crazy as it sounds, I had to make sure Larisa was physically okay. She could be mad... that's fine. I just needed to be sure that she was all right. I had always been like that. After a few rings she picked up. "Riss, baby..." I started to say in a soft voice. I wasn't quite sure what to say after that. "I..." "I'm fine," Larisa replied lowly, interrupting my epic speech. She knew what thoughts ran through my head in situations such as this. After all, she was my girlfriend, my lover, my best friend. I could hear noises and car horns through the silence between our words. "Riss, where are you??" "I'm going home," she sniffed. She was slightly crying or had just finished. My heart instantly sank and I felt as if I got kicked in the gut. "Baby, nooo Riss. Come back," I pleaded in a calm low voice. "I can't have you leave like this... after..." I heard Larisa getting choked up more and more as the seconds ticked away. Both our voices shook as we tried to communicate. I was on the verge of begging her to stay. "I... I'm sorry I hit you." "Larisa..." "I have to go. I can't do this now," she said very quickly, like it was one short sentence. "Riss... I love..." With that, I heard the interrupting click that ended our call. She hung up on me. "...you." I guess it was better that she wasn't crying and talking on the phone while driving. That couldn't be good. There was only one thing I could do. Road trip. Great movie, by the way. My legs seemed to give out and I fell down on the edge of the bed, sitting there before by body responded to my thoughts. My brain was working at a hundred miles an hour, but my body was in park. Snapping out of it, I forced myself back into reality. Normally, if a friend pissed me off, I would hold a grudge or be as spiteful as them. However, when it came to romantic relationships, it was different. I didn't want to wait for Larisa to calm day in a day or two. I needed to resolve the problem ASAP, or I would worry myself into a heart attack. Call me clingy, call me a pushover, call me the world's greatest lover... whatever. One by one, I called any friends with a car. Of course, the very few that had them all went home or didn't answer. Not too many students had vehicles there, being the campus was in a large busy city. Parking was as hard as my dick when Larisa was on top of it. I called Gary, hoping he'd do me the huge favor. "Dude you don't know how relieved I am... Thanks. Yeah... ... Across the face. Hard. ... ...Nah man. I didn't even cock a fist. ... ... Okay. I'll be waiting. ...Thanks so much. ... Later." Relieved, I leaned backwards on the bed. Gary said he could drive down tonight to pick me up. He would bring me back to my house so that I could make the drive up to Sarah Lawrence. I just had the painful task of waiting for him to get down here. Patience wasn't my strong suit, especially when it came to something very important to me. But what did Guns n' Roses say? Have a little patience. Just have a little patience. ---------------------------------- "Yeah man. She's on the rag. I didn't think it could ever get this crazy," I told Gary as we drove north on the Garden State Parkway, back to our hometown. I didn't mean to put her down or talk derogatorily about her, but it just came out that being I was with a guy friend. I have to admit, part of me was still pissed at her overreaction. "I can't believe you just stood there dude. I pictured you flippin out on her." I can't believe it either. It really isn't butter! Yet this toast tastes amazing. I digress... "I know man. I was in shock I guess." I was never antsier as I sat in the passenger seat of his car. And it wasn't because I had six legs either. Bug joke... ants. Never mind. My foot tapped away on the floor in nervousness, looking like I was high on coke and Redbull. "At least the makeup sex will be great," he joked, trying to make me feel better. Yeah. When she gets off her period. I laughed a little, only to make him feel like it was mission accomplished. We made small talk as we got closer and closer to our destination. As I watched the clock and the cars on the road, I prayed that the traffic from the upcoming accident would let up and that he'd drive a little faster. However, realistically, we weren't able to speed up the drive at all. We tried to pass the time by making chit chat about work and school, but I was in no mood to reveal any feelings or whatnot. All I wanted to do was to hold my Larisa in my arms and tell her I love her, and have her do the same. I tended to overreact to a lot of things, acting like anything bad was the end of the world. But unlike R.E.M., I didn't feel fine. About fifteen minutes after we passed by the accident, we arrived back at my house. I prayed that nothing like that would happen to Larisa as she drove home upset. "Thanks again for the ride man. I'm sorry to make you sit there in that traffic," I said. "Nah man. No problem. Do you want me to come with you?" he offered. It was definitely a ride up there and normally the company would be appreciated, but I wasn't in the mood for conversation. "It's okay. You have work and school and stuff. I don't know how long I'm going to be there. But thanks though," I said as I snagged my bag from the back seat. "Okay," he said as I opened the car door and stepped out into the cold weather. "Good luck dude." "Thanks. Thanks again," I said as I closed his crimson colored Cavalier door. I heard him pull away as I opened the door to my house for a quick piss before my long drive. There was no way I could have held it in for another couple hours. I took a leak, grabbed something to drink, and ran up to get the car radio adaptor for my iPod minniiiiiii!!!! Sorry, it's just something I always say a certain way. I locked up shop and jumped in the Vulva, letting it warm up as I hooked up my iPod miinnniiiiii! Vulva was the nickname for my Volvo, as dubbed in part two of this series. I sat there thinking about what I was going to say to her, how to apologize, what to say about the slap. My stomach was in knots and flipping around in circles. I was terrified that I couldn't fix our relationship. I was petrified of losing her. Girls like Larisa didn't come along more than once, if at all. And it wasn't because she was a celebrity. I loved her more than anything and she made me feel special. I was sure she'd be surprised to see me wearing a coat and long pants as well. The temperature had dropped like fifteen degrees since midday when she was with me. I was also pissed off that it had been a few hours since she left my school. Looking at the clock, I saw it was about a quarter to ten at night. Larisa had a nice head start, but I was determined to make it to her part of New York in record time. If Indiana Jones could catch the Nazis in The Last Crusade, I'm sure I could catch her. On second thought... I said no camels. ...NO CAMELS! With that, I released the parking brake and backed out of my driveway, off to see the woman I loved, rocking out to the iPod minnnniiiiii. (Note – Apparently... Sarah Lawrence College is in fact NOT an all girl school, NOR is it hours away from my house. I'm a retard and didn't research it as well as I should have. I think I got my bad information from a dream, I think. As I don't feel like correcting parts one and two, I'm going to leave part three as if it was a few hours away and all girls. Sorry for the factual errors. ...Now I'm pissed. Sigh. I'm retarded.) ---------------------------------- Knock, knock, knock. I knew it was late as hell but I was hoping either Larisa or Kelly would still be up as I knocked softly on their brown door at about one in the morning. The knocks were quiet as I didn't want to pound on the door and draw attention to myself. I quietly paced around in the hallway outside their dorm room, warmly nodding at anyone who passed by, trying not to appear frantic...or creepy. Knock, knock, knock. Finally, I heard some rattling with the chain lock. Kelly opened the door halfway and popped her head out. "...Hey Matt," she quietly said, unenthusiastically. Her tone was almost as if she had been expecting me to show up. She wobbled on her feet as she greeted me, her breath reeking of alcohol. She pressed her shoulder against the doorway to steady herself. "I'm really sorry," I apologized. "I know it's late Kel. Is Larisa here?" She looked at me for a second, pondering whether or not to lie to me. She blinked her eyes a few times, adjusting to the light in the hallway. It was a lot brighter than my school residence. "I'm sorry if I woke you," I added. "She's sleeping," she answered as she walked out into the hall and softly closed the door, as not to awake Larisa, not that she'd be able to hear unless she was on the couch. "And I wasn't asleep yet." The two of them lived in a dorm/apartment. It wasn't like mine, where people left their doors open and went from room to room. People in their building were nice, but it was less social... more of a regular city apartment. "Is she okay?" I asked, praying for a 'yes' response. The time it took for her to answer seemed like an eternity. "We got into a dumb fight and I got here as soon as I could," I explained to kill the silence. "She's drunk. She's feeling a lot better." Kelly sounded sarcastic, and not in a subtle way. It almost seemed like she was happy to know we were fighting. I couldn't tell if she was being plain snotty or not, but I felt like I was the punch line of some inside joke. I stood there exhausted and anxious at the same time and was in no mood for bullshit. I just wanted to know that Larisa was alright so I could relax. Aside from being nervous, I was also a little hot, needing to unzip my coat. "Look, Kelly. I know you're not particularly fond of me..." "I don't hate you Matt," she interrupted, some annoyance in her voice, as she leaned back on the white wall of the hallway. Who said anything about hate? She leaned her head back against the wall, tilting her chin towards the ceiling, much like she would if I was kissing on her neck. "Well you don't really like me. That's fine." I tried my best to not be sarcastic. After all, I still needed something from her. "Can I at least come in and crash on the couch or something? I'm going to freeze in my car. Could you at least do me that favor?" Kelly looked at me in her inebriated state, her hands resting on her hips, right above her faded light blue cotton pajama pants. They were the color of faded stonewashed denim and hung low on her hips, not being tied with the drawstring... but not as low as Dina's would be. She was wearing a white wife beater tank top and the tight PJ bottoms. Her almost flat stomach crept out from the clothes a little, revealing enough skin to cause a guy to beg for more. Glancing down, I saw she was wearing a pair of socks as well... white socks. What a whore. "...Fiiine. Come in," she said coldly as she opened the door and let me in first. If the young girl didn't let me crash there, I'd have had to go find a motel. It wasn't warm enough to sleep in my car and I couldn't waste gas by leaving it running with the heat on for hours. I didn't have an alarm clock either, so the chances of me oversleeping were pretty high, even though I'd be hella anxious. "Did Riss say anything about our fight?" I asked her as I stepped into the living room. I hoped that they confided in one another and that the evil roommate would clue me in. "...She's on her period. She's just got some stuff on her mind and she probably overreacted... from what she said." Kelly didn't try too hard to give me a detailed response. Maybe it was because she was drunk or tired. I didn't know for sure. I really didn't expect her to sort of side with me, saying my girlfriend probably overreacted. I found myself looking at her as she led the way inside, staring at her body at the worst time ever for staring at her body. "Oh." "You can sleep on the couch over there. Blanket's on the chair. Bathroom," she concluded, pointing down the hall. Kelly didn't even speak in complete sentences or give me a goodnight kiss, but instead just monotonely rattled off information like a telemarketer who was bored with the required speech. So, I guess there wouldn't be any drunk flirting with me. She must be trying super hard to resist me. "Thanks. ...Kelly?" I asked as I made myself comfortable, sitting on the edge of the couch. "Yeah?" she sighed as she paused on the way to her room, turning towards me after two seconds. "Did I do something wrong?" "Huh?" she asked with another perfectly audible sigh, as if she didn't need to be bothered right then. "Did I do something wrong that made you dislike me? What did I do to you?" I was at the point tonight where I just wanted to get to the bottom of things, the bottom of everything. She seriously didn't like me. I know she had the hots for Larisa, but I suspected there was another reason. I was always nice to her. I even bought her some flowers on her birthday in September, giving them to her when I visited Larisa for the first time. I figured it would be a nice start to a friendship with a girl I'd be seeing a lot of. Still being tipsy, I hoped she would let her true feelings out. I kicked my shoes off, waiting for her reply. "...You didn't do anything." Kelly stood there and put her hair into a loose ponytail, pushing her breasts out as she reached behind her head. I couldn't help but stare at her bra-free tits for a moment. Her nipples were easily visible through the thin white material of her shirt. She looked me in the eyes, catching me leer at her chest. "Matt, I don't hate you," she said, slightly annoyed, either at the direction of my gaze or the fact that I was there. "Goodnight," Kelly added, turning away and walking to her room, her ass shaking back and forth as she moved down the hallway. One thought ran through my mind. 'I'd love to fuck her from behind and pound that ass... just knock the bottom out.' Seriously. I'd love to fuck her with Larisa. Larisa could wear a strap on and Kelly could be the crossbar in the wobbly H. It'd be so hot. Too bad she despised me. Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly "Thanks again," I added as Kelly walked into her room, in reference to letting me spend the night. She threw a hand up in response as she closed her door, not even looking back at me once more. I could have been a little bolder and went to sleep with Larisa, but the last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene if she totally objected and flipped out, drunk screaming at me. I took off my coat went to the bathroom, taking a final piss before bed. I paused at Larisa's room, stopping in front of the closed door. I wished it was open so that I could at least see her. I pussed out and didn't open it to peek in. Their apartment was nice... two bedrooms, bathroom, and a living room/kitchen. It wasn't lavish, still being university housing and all. It was bigger than anything I had ever seen at another school. It almost resembled a college apartment on television or a movie because it was so big. But a grand palace it was not. The walls were dull white with cracks and other wear and tear, and the floor was tiled with giant grey squares. The girls threw down some carpets and added posters and other wall decorations to make it look less dirty and more home-like. They actually did a nice job of making it appear almost like a dorm apartment in a movie, filling it with cool things... tricking it out as the kids say. Kelly lived nearby, so she spent time in the summer traveling back and forth to make it cozier. The bathroom was really clean though, I'm sure because of Larisa. I got back to the living room area and took my pants off, not wanting to sleep in cargos. "Fuck," I cursed aloud. I forgot to bring extra clothes. I have this thing about showering and wearing the same clothes two days in a row. If I didn't get a shower in the morning and had to put on the same clothes as the day before, I would claw off my skin within two hours. However, if I showered then put them on again, it was a lot easier to deal with. Optimally, I would love to have fresh clothes and a shower. I kept my boxers on as I lied on the deceivingly comfortable brown couch. All that comes to mind right now is Chapelle Show... "Fuck yo couch nigga! Fuck yo couch!" Never being put "in the doghouse" as some might say, I never had to sleep on the couch before. However, I wouldn't mind with this one. It was like sleeping on a cloud. I turned off the lamp next to my makeshift bed and unfolded the pink blanket... Mo!... and spread it over my lower half, turning and burying my head between the back and the arm of the sofa, creating a little nook for my melon. I fell asleep within fifteen or twenty minutes as I thought of what I'd say to Larisa the next morning. After that, I'd figure out what blanket was more mo... her pink one or my blue floral pattern one. Buh dum, Jitterbug!!!! ---------------------------------- "Uggghhhhh. Huuuhhhh." I awoke to the sound of someone grunting and dry heaving. Lovely. ... Hot! I rubbed my eyes and threw my arm over the back of the sofa, pulling myself up to see over it. Through my half shut eyes, I could see Larisa throwing up into a garbage can, hunched over in the middle of the hallway. I guess she didn't make it to the bathroom. A second later, she disappeared into the little girls' room and I heard her spew into the toilet and flush it as I got off the couch, moving over to my sick lover. Stumbling into the bathroom, still half asleep and a little cold, I discovered her hunched over the porcelain throne, her ass sticking out, her tush covered only by her "ah ha, black panties". Hot. I'd love to stick it in a girl and boff her as she's throwin up. Maybe that's just me? Lemme hear your thoughts... slider1234 at aol. I moved next to her, sitting on the thin rounded edge of the tub, and I picked up her hair, holding it as she made herself feel better. I placed my hand on her back, on top of her dark forest green t-shirt, gently rubbing it. I saw her look up at me slightly, shocked that I was the one helping her out. "Wh... what?? M...Matt??" she stuttered. "It's okay Riss," I said as I continued to comfort her, feeling heartbroken to see her feeling less than perfect. Larisa's expression turned to one of sickness and the ill girl quickly faced away from me. "Huuhhh." She gripped the elevated counter with her right hand as she threw up again. Her body arched forward, her limbs stiff. Larisa's left hand was gripping her stomach as she felt queasy. "It's okay. It's okay," I whispered, letting my hand rest on her back, applying as little pressure as I could. Larisa threw up a bit more and then stopped for a while. I found her transparent blue plastic cup next to the sink and filled it with water, letting her rinse her mouth out. I also took a washcloth from the towel rod on the wall and wet it with some tepid water, squeezing it out and applying it to the back of her neck. It was too chilly in her apartment for cold water on the rag, and warm never helps. Room temperature water was the best choice... the choice of a new generation. It looked marrrrvelous!!! At least I think that was the old Pepsi slogan. There were only so many ways of helping her. Larisa's right hand reached back and held my own against her left shoulder. "I'm... I'm okay... I think," she mumbled. Larisa looked like she had the worst hangover. I felt so bad. Just awful. I never liked seeing anyone I cared about in any sort of pain, unless it was during some kinky sex. Some scat... yellow discipline. Mmm. SHOCK JOCK! "Just stay here until you feel better, okay?" I sat down with her in front of the toilet bowl, sitting on the beige-colored shag rug that warmed up her feet every time she dropped a deuce. I'm sorry... made roses. Girls don't pooh. "Matt... What are you doing here?" she said as she rubbed her pale face and closed her eyes, her head lying on top of her arm, on top of the seat, trying to keep her stomach settled and calm. "I needed to see you. I couldn't leave things like that," I said as I leaned back against the wall, looking over at her. "...Ma... Matt. I'm..." she blabbed out as her face turned even paler and she lunged for the commode. Larisa threw up once more, a final power puke, forcing out the bad like Michael Clarke Duncan in The Green Mile. "It's okay hun," I said as I held her hair back for her once more. "It's okay." We stayed like that for a few minutes, not saying anything. I just sat there with her and caressed her back softly, giving her water as she used the toilet seat as a pillow. It was the lid, not where you put your ass. Finally, she seemed to feel a lot better, the color returning to her gorgeous face. She stood up, wanting to go to her bed again and sleep the hangover off. "Riss, just quick brush your teeth first." Not only does vomiting stink your breath up, but it rots your teeth. It also helps you stay quite thin and sexy. "Okay Matt," Larisa spoke quietly. She reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste and began scrubbing her mouth. "I'll wait outside, okay?" I wondered how much she drank last night. In all the time I knew her she never threw up from drinking. I could only imagine how bad she must have been the previous night. It would have killed me to hear she was drinking because of me and because I somehow hurt her. A minute or two later, she emerged from the bathroom and I put my arm around her waist, escorting her to her bed. I pulled down the baby blue covers and helped her into bed. "I'm gonna get you Tylenol okay? I'll clean your garbage can out too." "Matt," Larisa said, trying to sit up. "Yeah Riss? No, lay still," I tenderly commanded her as she tried to pull herself up. As I started sitting down on the bed next to her, Larisa started to get choked up. "Ma... I'm so sorry. I'm..." she tried to say as the tears slowly rolled down from her eyes. "Hey. Hey. It's okay Riss. It's okay." My voice was so soft and calm. I was like a parent forgiving my kid after running away. Leaning down, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me. "I had no right to hit you. I'm... I'm..." She started to full out cry in my arms. "Shhh. Shhh," I whispered softly as I cradled her head against me, like she was a giant freak infant. "Don't worry about it," I added. "Everything's all right." Mmmm. She smelled like peppermint. Thank God. "I love you Matt. I love you," she cried as she squeezed her arms around my shoulders, locking her hands together, holding me so incredibly tightly down against her. "I love you Larisa. Just please rest," I whispered into her ear as I kissed the side of her head. "Okay," she mumbled, still not letting go of me. We lied there holding each other, putting the fight behind us for a few minutes. I pulled back and kissed her on the forehead, letting my lips rest against her smooth skin for a few moments. "I love you," I said as I looked into her chocolate brown eyes, tenderly stroking the side of her face as she looked back at me lovingly, relieved that I forgave her so easily. "I'm gonna get you Tylenol. Lay still okay?" "Okay," Larisa replied, sounding exhausted. She went to sleep late and it was early. She probably tossed and turned all night feeling queasy. She leaned up and then placed her head back down on the fluffy pillow, getting more comfortable, closing her tired eyes and resting from the ordeal that had just taken place. I brought her small white garbage can to the tub and filled it with soapy water, trying to wash it out. Thank God there was only a miniscule amount of throw up in it. I spilled out the dirty water and refilled it with soapy water, letting it soak. Then as I filled the clear blue mug with cold Brita water in the kitchen, I was thankful I wasn't the one drinking it. I got a thing about Brita. I'm sure it filters out all the impurities and shit in the pipes or whatever magic it does, but it just skieves me out, especially when I see kids in my dorm filling it in the janitor's sink, where they clean out jugs of bleach and chemicals and wash out hoses. GROSS. Maybe that scarred me for life. I also took late night pisses in that sink. Who needs to walk across a lounge to pee? I'd be wide awake by the time I was done, being it was so far. The closet was two doors away. ... ... I brush my teeth in there so I shouldn't even talk. I stopped back in the bathroom and took two pills out of the medicine cabinet, then continued down to my sick lover. "You asleep, Riss?" I asked quietly as she lied perfectly still on the bed, her eyes gently shut, her breathing soft and steady. She had her hands on top of one another on her stomach, resting like a corpse. A sexy corpse. ...I'm sorry. That was redundant. I placed my hand on her ankle and tenderly squeezed it to see if she responded. Larisa groaned and opened her eyes again. "Take this and then you can go back to sleep. It's just after eight o'clock." She took the mug from my hand and washed down the two pills with her 'clean purified water'. "Here," I said as I took the glass back from her and placed it on the nightstand next to her bed, the bed we christened with sex the weekend she moved in. The cup was still half full, or half empty, depending on your personality, so I moved it to the far end of the nightstand. "Sleep. You'll feel better," I whispered, trying not to use a lot of words, hoping I didn't wake her back up too much. "Maaatty?" she asked me in a lovey-dovey manner, her eyes closed in exhaustion, as I walked away from her bed. Her voice was weak and a bit scratchy from the strain on her throat. Not exactly like a sexy stripper who smoked scratchy, but she was halfway there. "...?" I raised my eyebrows in response, not saying anything. "Don't leave? Please?" How could I say no to those shut puppy dog eyes and lifeless pouting lips? As I gazed over at her, I envisioned myself doing this for her ten years down the line and being perfectly content with it. This was the girl I could marry and take care of, for better or for worse. At that particular moment, there was no other person I'd rather nurse back to health, and I couldn't help but smile. "Why you smiling?" she asked in a low raspy tone, still half asleep and groggy, her eyes opened like a Chinese person. "Don't worry about it," I replied. "And of course I'll stay with you hun. You just have to get on your side of the bed." Being hung over ain't gonna let her get a pass on using the left side of the bed. Larisa shut her eyes and smiled, pausing for a few seconds. "Baaaby, I'm sick." Larisa was really working the "poor me" face as she was less than half awake, still appearing exhausted despite her conversing with me. It was as if she was in a hypnotic trance, half awake half asleep. God, what a great actress. "And it's my bed." I just sighed, knowing the nice thing to do would be to let her rest where she is and sacrifice my game which only worked to the left. What would I do? "...Fine," I said bitterly, sighing as I walked around to the other side of the twin sized bed. I'm a pussy. I know. I crawled into bed next to her, underneath the baby blue covers, which were nowhere as comfy as my blanket. I tried my best not to shake the bed and upset her stomach. FYI, in real life, my blanket is dead. The stuffing is ripped apart and bunched up... that is whatever hasn't disintegrated. I found out that the blanket is twenty-seven years old and was a wedding present to my parents. Ohho, but I'm still using the sumbitch, even though some parts are thinner than a t-shirt. It's just so hard to find a comfy new one. ...And the fighting I have with MUHHHTER when she says she's not getting it re-stuffed. ... ... Addendum – My Dad just threw the blanket out because, and I quote, "You're F'ing Disgusting." The lovely Larisa Oleynik turned to face me, lying on her left arm. I brought my hand up to her cheek and tenderly ran my fingers over it, brushing her short light brown hair behind her ear. "Go to sleep Riss," I whispered as I moved over to kiss her on the forehead. A smile appeared on Larisa's face as she curled up in the fetal position, resting against me like a baby puppy to its mother. Too bad she didn't suck on my man nips like one. "Thank you Matthew," she mumbled as she instantly drifted off to sleep once more, still fatigued from the late night drinking and early morning recovering. The two of us shared her bed as she recuperated. I lied on my right side, holding Larisa in my left arm, softly caressing her back as she slept off the alcohol. As I watched her sleep, I couldn't help but think of our fight even though we kissed and made up. Something was definitely wrong with her. She never got that moody before or said things that mean to me. I had never tried to use her only for sex nor got pissed when she wasn't in the mood. ...Which was rare. She also never drank to the point where she got sick... ever. Contemplating the possible reasons for her mood swings, I passed out as well on the moderately soft bed, holding the woman I loved. ---------------------------------- Larisa's hand softly ran over the side of my face, stroking my cheek ever so gently, easing my wake up from round two of sleep. She looked wide awake as she rested her head on her outstretched left arm, looking over at me. Her arm pointed up towards the wall at the head of the bed, gently bent at the elbow, her fingers dangling down onto her silky dirty blonde hair. "Hmmm," I quietly and happily groaned as I blinked a few times, waking up to the greatest possible sight. The bedroom was dim. The lights were off and a small bit of the afternoon sun crept through the shut curtains, casting a dull glow over the room. "How do you feel sweetheart?" I asked in a daze as I closed my eyes for another few seconds. I was still half asleep and it felt like a dream. "A lot better, thanks to you," she softly spoke through the warm smile on her face. I reached up, blindly holding her hand to my cheek, cooing softly as her touch started my day off perfectly. I remained still, my eyes closed, trying to doze off for just a little bit longer. After realizing I couldn't fall back asleep, I gave up trying. "Hey Riss... what happened last night, after you got back?" I asked, my eyes still closed. I was awake, but just resting them. I didn't want to ruin the calm quiet moment, but I really did want to know what happened, even if we put this behind us already. Her hand slid off my face, falling onto the bed, like the life drained out of her as a result of my asking. "...I don't remember a whole lot, to be honest. I had too much to drink on a really empty stomach." Larisa continued, "I came back here upset. Kel suggested we drink... hang out with her boyfriend and his friend... to cheer me up, take my mind off it." I didn't speak for a second, honestly half paying attention to her response. Finally, it hit me. My eyes popped open and I was no longer tired. "Another guy?" I asked jealously, probably prematurely. "Which friend was this?" I added, somewhat sternly. Kelly's boyfriend Jason was fine. I really didn't know him that well but he seemed decent enough. If it was his friend Bobby, I was going to be pissed. I didn't trust him, with his smooth talking and constant flirting with Larisa, even in front of me. We all hung out in some bar one weekend and I really wanted to knock him the fuck out, drunken bar fight style. Toss him on the bar and drag him down the length of it... that whole type thing. "..." Larisa looked like she wanted to lie to me for my own sake. "It was Bobby," she said hesitantly, understanding I would definitely get pissed. "Matt," she said interrupting me as I was about to speak. "Don't get mad." Too late. And I was wide awake now. And I had to pee. "Larisa, I don't like that guy. All he does is try to get in your pants." She looked into my eyes as she frantically contemplated her next choice of words. "I didn't know you to be the jealous type." Didn't expect her to take it in that direction, but okay. "I'm not overly jealous. I just don't fuckin trust this guy, especially with my girlfriend." I struggled to keep my voice at a reasonable volume. It might have come off like I was suggesting she was a slut, but I didn't mean it like that. Luckily, she didn't take it wrong. "I know love. Listen, we all drank, and I talked to him. I told him about our fight and stuff. Kelly and Jay hooked up. Bobby just listened to me. That's all. They ended up leaving after a couple hours. They didn't stay too late." Hmmm. Alcohol, a pissed off girlfriend, and a douche bag that tries to fuck everything. To be honest, she seemed a little too fast with her answers. "I thought you didn't remember too much?" If she was drinking a lot to the point of passing out and throwing up, how did she remember exactly what happened? I wasn't sure how much she added to the actual story in order to calm me down. "I don't. ...Matt. Matt! You think I...?!?" She took that one the wrong way. Oh Christ. Here we go again. Her eyes opened wide and she angrily scrunched up her nose in shock and disbelief... with those anger lines appearing on her forehead. "I didn't say anything," I shot back, defending myself. "You think I kissed him? Don't you?" Larisa started to get defensive and loud, half sitting up our bed. I stretched my arms up and dropped my hands on my face, over my eyes, rubbing them hard. "Matthew Ryan! When have I ever made you feel like I could cheat on you??" "No Larisa. I know you wouldn't do that. But he would... he'd try to take advantage..." She looked me in the eyes, first through my fingers, then directly at them after I stopped rubbing them. She calmed down when she saw the trust and exhaustion in them. She could easily see I wasn't trying to pick a fight. She sighed and loosened up, still leaning/sitting up next to me.