Rapunzel Slide Down Your Pole

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"You've never heard of unisex names?"

"The system said you were a boy."

"Well I'm clearly not, and you flirted first so I just flirted back."

"Well, newsflash."

I pulled out my phone showing her the big, capitalized M by gender on her profile.

"Oh, sorry about that they must've gotten it mixed up. I thought you knew."

I most certainly did not know and to make it worse dumb juvenile Syair had fallen in love.

Can I cry now God? Was this punishment for all the wrongs I had done in the past.

"But we're still cool though right?"

Don't get me wrong, Amari was attractive that much I had appreciated. Downside though, I wasn't a member of team punani. All this time I was feeding myself fantasies of someone that did not exist.

She continued babbling about all the great stuff on campus and a welcome party that I just 'had to go to'.

"I dunno I'll think about it."

Screw romance and screw Rapunzel and that damn prince. It seemed like I'd be staying on the edge of the building and wrapping my legs around the pole until the right man came around for me to bounce this ass to.

She placed my bag down in front of my room door.

"Dorm 027, I'm just a couple floors above you."

That would have been great to know if you had stuck to the original plan and been a dude.

"Noted. I'll come visit." I said sarcastically.

I didn't mean to come off like a bitch, but it seemed as if that was the only thing I could do. It wasn't her fault that I got her gender wrong.

"Look, I know I'm not what you expected, but I like talking to you. Don't throw away a good friendship over a tiny mistake."

She was right, she didn't deserve my bitchiness. After all, she was still Amari, just Amari with lady parts.

I sent her a small smile, "I'll see you at the party tonight."

I pushed the key into the lock and pushed the door open.

"Get out!" A pillow was chucked at my face as the two girls scrambled to hide under the covers.

The act of cunnilingus, or the act of being eaten out. I've heard pretty good things about it, but a front row seat and a live display, that would be a first.

Too shocked to move, I stared at the couple. One of them was my roommate, but neither of them looked happy to see me.

"Do you have to fuck everywhere you go?" I heard Amari say behind me. She sounded upset. Like, I'm about to beat the shit out of you upset.

"Basically yea." The tall curly headed girl shrugged nonchalantly climbing out the bed.

This was the one that did the eating. She licked her pink lips and leaned over to give the girl in bed a quick kiss. She had silver rings on her sleek fingers that she adjusted, before going over to the mirror and fixing her hair.

"I can't stay long today though, Mari so I'll give you a full in depth lesson next time."

She winked at Amari pushing pass the both of us and exiting the room.

"Who was that?" I asked her.

"That was my girlfriend and also none of your business."

My head snapped to the girl on the bed. She casually jumped off and pranced around in her underwear.

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