Part Two: The Next Day
Sunlight shafting through the venetian blinds wakes Joseph Oldfield at the ungodly hour of nine thirty am (well, he is a student) and, through the throbbing haze and pounding of a biblical scale hangover, he wonders where he is.
The bed smells clean, the room (what he can make out of it through his blurred vision) seems tidy; there's a distinct lack of empty pizza and take-a-way boxes, the smell that goes with them is gone as well, and there's a distinct possibility that cleaning has taken place. At first he thinks maybe he's crashed at a mates house, a possibility that is immediately shot down in flames, the only people he knows are other on-line gamers who have the same social skills and life as him; and they live in other cities and countries. Then, reminded by the hangover, he remembers how drunk he'd got himself last night - maybe in a drunken stupor he'd finally tidied up? Some how that didn't seem like a satisfactory explanation, he was pretty sure the state he was in any attempts at cleaning would have led to an even worse mess.
Hang on a minute, nine thirty am, ah shit, forty five minutes to get showered, dressed and to uni for his first lecture of the day - Comparative Theology and Philosophy, just what he needed with a head like this. And he was sure the Professor was going to give him his first "less than perfect A" as his essay hadn't been up to scratch and he knew it. And there'd be the Hell of walking past Julie Moore and her gaggle of friends who'd take one look at him and make "remarks", it really didn't help that Julie was so damn hot, he'd had a crush on her for months now, and he just didn't know how to deal with women - people in general really. With a groan he forces himself to get out of bed, stand up on unsteady legs and make his way to the shower.
Which led to another surprise, it'd been so long that he'd actually forgotten that the tiles were white...
Thirty minutes, one takeaway Starbucks coffee, and some speed walking later and Joseph is approaching the uni gates and looking like he'd actually make his lecture with time to spare and a head almost clear of the earlier hangover. Like all British Universities of a certain age the gate house looked like the architect had originally thought he was designing a train station, changed his mind and decided it was a prison, only to realise too late that it was meant to be a centre for education and learning. Still, in the morning sun, it was a nice shade of off white and had some character; unlike the Technical College and newer Metropolitan University down the road, they both look exactly like the 60's blocks they were, no character, no personality and, even if they lasted another five hundred years, they'd still look like they had no history. Yep, he'd been lucky there. And just to bring the day crashing back to reality there was Julie Moore and he friends... No, she was alone today and looking like she's waiting for someone. So why did she wave like that at him, a quick glance behind him confirms he's the only one around. Fearing it's just another popular girls idea or set up for a cruel joke he puts his head down and makes to walk past her.
She steps in-front of him, which makes him smile as he's looking down and her top is quite low, he can see the pink swell of her small breasts and a hint of darker flesh at their tips.
"Joseph?" She makes it sound like a question as she takes a step closer, a step that means he can feel the hardening 'darker flesh' press against his chest.
"Um, yes?" He manages to stammer out, hoping like hell he doesn't react to having a... now he's this close he realises she's not just pretty, she's beautiful. Her chestnut hair falling in loose curls around a symmetrical face, large, liquid grey eyes looking into his, a cute button nose and full, generous lips. The second surprise is how little makeup she's wearing. The third surprise is just how close that mouth is to his and getting closer, touching now, pressing against his and opening... 'Wow, if a kiss feels this good how much better is sex going to be?' he can't help thinking.
"I'm going to have lunch, alone, at the Red Lion. I'm hoping you'll decide to keep me company?"
"Umm, yeah, ok..." He manages.
He watches her walk away, a spring in her step that makes her short skirt promise so many things and shaking his head, makes his way to the first lecture of the day.
Later, after uni, after he'd taken a chance that Julie Moore hadn't been teasing (OMG, she hadn't, she'd been there alone and talked to him, asked him to go to a club with him, kissed him a few more times...) and after a lot of other things that didn't make much sense to him (like getting a "A" for an essay he knew was sub-standard), he's laying in his bed and wondering about the day.
His room's still tidy and clean, he's just realised he's not only got a girl friend he's got the hottest girl on campus and, well, the day just couldn't get any better really.
His train of thought is derailed by movement, a slender arm wraps itself around him, Julie's naked body presses against him as she maneuvers herself for another kiss as prelude for another go at wearing him out.
And best of all? he definitely wasn't a virgin any more... Life just couldn't get any better than this.
