I sat on the bed legs folded Indian style and a towel wrapped around my body. We’d just gotten out of the Jacuzzi and were supposed to be getting ready for game night. I was feeling lazy and didn’t feel like putting on any clothes but I knew I had to. It was too cold to be walking around in nothing but basically underwear. I stood up to start getting ready when Xavier walked into the room. I was comfortable in my skin so there was no use in me trying to cover myself up. He came in and watched me for a few minutes before talking.
“So, since we’re here and sharing a room and all you think I can get twenty minutes of your time to ask you a few questions for the project?”
“You want to talk about the project now while we’re supposed to be on a mini vacation? I swore we set up a time earlier this week for all that but somebody stood me up.” I said.
“Ooooooh, so that’s what you was pissy about; cause I fucked up your plans of with your niggas?” I rolled my eyes.
“No, I’m mad cause you could’ve at least called and said you weren’t gonna come.”
“Well, I do apologize for standin you up. So, can we make it up right now while you’re getting ready?” I sighed heavy.
“What’s your question?” I shuffled through my duffle bag of clothes.
“Do you feel the need to have sex with every guy you know?" I pulled out a navy blue tank top. I was in search for my flannel pajama pants. They were so warm.
“No, but I have a tendency to have sex with every guy that my coochie throb for.” I told him truthfully. “And maybe some that just shows me a little attention.” I then mumbled hoping he didn’t hear me.
“Why?” I looked at him.
“Why what?”
“Why fuck a nigga cause he give you the minimum attention?” I shrugged.
“Just what I do; I don’t get myself sometimes so, I don’t expect you to understand my actions.”
“Those are actions of someone that’s naïve Brooklyn.” I shrugged again and dug back into my bag.
“Let me ask you a question,” I asked while getting up off of the floor. I retired searching for the pajama pants for the time being. I sat at the opposite end of the bed Indian style.
“Wassup?”
“So who are you? I’ve been on that campus for three years and not once have I met you. And I’ve met pretty much every nigga that walked that campus.” I asked.
"I'm an intelligent young black man that never lived on campus." I giggled. That wasn't the answer I was looking for.
“Would you ever go for a girl like me?”
“I fucked girls like you,” I gave him a stale face, he knew how to hurt my feelings and I wasn’t sure if he was purposely doing it.
“That’s not what I asked you,”
"Well who are you?" He asked, turning my question to me. I sighed,
"Is it bad that I still haven't figured that out yet?" I honestly answered.
"No, you’re young. This is the time where you figure that out." I nodded. "So, you only feel a connection during sex?"
"Yeah, how can you not? That's the most vulnerable position a person could be in."
"So why doesn't it continue after."
"Cause reality sets in."
"What do you mean by that?"
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Brooklyn James
General FictionAll Brooklyn James wanted was casual sex; nothing more, nothing less. And she got it all three years of her college years. Screwing her way through her statistics class she always thought her chances of falling in love was slim to none. She had gone...