After my last two stories a friend of mine mentioned their length and suggested I write something shorter. This is that attempt. Now for the disclaimer.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
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It was 11 p.m. on a Friday and I was ready to call it a night.
Normally I'd be up for another night over in Campus Town with friends, but between a rough week of classes and my work-study job at the University's dining hall, I was beat. Besides, I still wasn't feeling very social after getting dumped by my girlfriend Heather last week.
Heather and I had dated in high school and decided to stay together since we both had received scholarships to Chase University. Sometimes it seemed we stayed together more out of convenience than anything else, but it was nice to have someone familiar to hang out with. The sex wasn't too bad either.
I could tell Heather was struggling a bit during first semester, but there didn't seem to be anything I could say or do to make things better for her. Once second semester started, she decided she couldn't hack school anymore and quit everything she was involved with, including me, and went back home to Boston.
I felt bad for Heather, but selfishly wondered what her departure meant for my immediate future. More specifically, I wondered what it meant for my sex life. Tonight wasn't the night to go looking for answers though. Tonight was for drinking alone and feeling sorry for myself. I'd taken a hot shower, changed into my t-shirt and boxers, and was just reaching into the mini fridge to grab an ice-cold Shiner, when someone knocked on my dorm room door.
Instead of just answering the door like a normal human being, I began to obsess about who it might be. It wasn't my roommate because I didn't have one. I lived in a single. The TV wasn't on, and I wasn't playing any music, so it couldn't be a noise complaint. My friends Matt and Joe would have at least texted first. Another round of urgent knocking brought me out of my reverie.
I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door to find a redhead standing before me. She was wearing a tight pink T-Shirt with some Greek letters on it that I didn't recognize. She also had on a pair of black leggings and pink Nike running shoes.
"Jake! Thank God you're home. Can I come in?"
She seemed familiar, but I was having trouble determining why. Long week, remember? But clearly, she knew me. She stood about five foot six. Her bright copper hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her fair skin was covered with a very generous amount of freckles, and her hazel eyes seemed bright with desperation. With her long legs and lean frame, she looked like a runner, and it was at that point that I suddenly realized that I did indeed know her.
"Sure," I said, as her name finally made its way from the tip of my tongue to actual verbalization. "Come on in, Tanya."
As she did so, she closed and locked the door behind her.
In my defense, I didn't know Tanya that well. In fact, I didn't even know her last name. She'd been in my English I class during first semester. We didn't interact much in class, though, as she'd sat three seats over from me. But Tanya had been among the seven or so members of the class who had taken me up on my offer to meet in my room to study for the final. She had been in this very room about four weeks ago and here she was back again.
She looked like a runner because she was one. She was on the University's women's track team. A lot of hours and a lot of miles had gone into developing the amazing body she possessed. Her t-shirt showed off her nicely proportioned B cups, and her leggings were so tight that I couldn't have ignored her ass if I tried.
As spectacular as her body was, her face was, to be honest, somewhat average. That's not to say she was unattractive. She just wasn't what I would consider stunningly beautiful. With her freckles, hazel eyes, and button nose, she could still be considered somewhat cute though. And did I mention the amazing body?
"A little late for a study session, don't you think?" I asked sarcastically.
"A little early to be home on a Friday night, don't you think?" She shot back with equal sarcasm. I didn't recall her being quite so outgoing the last time she was here.
"Well, now that the pleasantries are out of the way, what brings you rap, rap, rapping upon my chamber door?" I asked. "I haven't seen you since the English final.
"Between track and some things going on with the Deltas, I've been busy," Tanya said quietly. "And you misquoted Poe."
"Ten points for Gryffindor!" I exclaimed, pleased that she had gotten the reference. After all, I was an English major.
"Are you done making tired literary references?" she asked, as she gave a worried glance at her Apple Watch.
"Nevermore," I replied, extending both arms out to my sides and giving a theatrical half bow. It was then I noted the look of annoyance on her face.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't resist." I said, trying to reign in the stupid grin on my face. "So, you've been busy with track and with the Deltas, but what's that got to do with why you're here? "
"Well," Tanya began, "The Deltas are the reason I'm here."
