"I think I can come and stay for a few weeks."
"Wait, really?"
There I was, sitting on my bed on the phone with my boyfriend when he dropped the big news.
"Yeah, I think it would be nice to take a little break before I write my final papers," he clarified once again.
"Are you serious? Is this real? Baby, that's great! I can't wait to see you, I miss you so so much."
He chuckled from the other end of the call. I imagined his sweet smile beaming on his face. "I know! I miss you too... And I did promise I would come visit you anyway."
"Yes, yes! And I will show you all the best parts around the city... God, I miss you so much, Alex.."
"You should! You know I will be busy for the next couple months so you better make this trip worth it for me," he jokingly said and to which I responded.
"I know, don't worry.. It's a promise. When are you coming anyway?"
"Next week, I think. I hope it's a convenient time for you or your roommate."
"Oh for sure. Don't worry about it, babe. I can't wait to see you again."
We continued chatting for some time after that. I'm pretty sure I looked stupid with a huge smile over my face the whole time we talked on the phone. I had been missing my boyfriend so much. I knew we talked all the time but to finally have him here in the city made my heart leap with joy. He was always hesitant about leaving our hometown even though I had tried to persuade him multiple times to. I couldn't believe he would finally come. In a week, I wouldn't have to call him anymore as he would be right here next to me instead.
But there's also something else. There was another emotion I felt upon hearing this news. Excitement. It had been over a month since the time my roommate saw my boyfriend's picture for the first time and shared a few... compliments... about his looks. I could feel my heart wasn't the only part of me that was jumping.
They're finally going to meet,
I thought.
I still remembered the way Kyle, my roommate, talked about my boyfriend that night. Like a piece of meat. I was repulsed at first but it turned me on so much thinking about another man having his way with my boyfriend, and by another man I meant specifically Kyle. I wondered if something would happen after they met, or if not, if I could make something happen.
I felt guilty, but then I realized it's okay to have a fantasy and all that matters is to finally have Alex here with me again.
Or so I thought.
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"OHHHH FUUUUUCK!!"
Later that night, noises transferred through the wall of our apartment. It looked like Kyle was getting some action, again.
"Awww fuck, yesss!!"
Damn this boy is loud,
I thought.
As the screaming let on, I heard the bed begin to squeak and bump against the wall. Whoever it was Kyle was screwing, he was getting fucked really
really