The apartment was quiet as I entered, closing the door behind me. It was nine o'clock on a Thursday night and I was surprised to find myself alone in the place. Any other night of the week my roommate and a few friends would greet me on arrival. No dice tonight, though.
I reached to the right of the door, flipping the switch for the overhead light thus illuminating the main room. It was your every day, average, two bedroom apartment in Northern Kentucky. The layout was a staple of most apartments. The dining room and living room were really just one large area. The kitchen was a small cubby hole that stood off to the side as if it were the least important element of the dwelling. The bedrooms were down a short hallway along with the bathroom.
The décor was also typical of most of these places. The walls were white and bare, holding no sentiment for the tenants. Not many people would live in a place like this long enough to personalize it. The carpet was a drab, stain-friendly, brown that was worth its weight in gold to any landlord. Our furnishings were mismatched and second hand from the dining room table to the tan fabric couch and scarred coffee table. The apartment was clean, but still unremarkable. In fact, the only item in the place that showed any kind of care was the fifty inch television. That we saved up for.
I saw all of this while still standing in front of the main entrance. I'd seen it many times before, but that night I really noticed all of it. There was nothing to interrupt the image for me. I took the good with the bad and I packed the reflection away into a corner of my mind for later use. In my mind's eye, I can still see the round of Corona beer bottles that sat on a high shelf, a tribute to one of our many parties.
A few steps took me to the refrigerator where I grabbed two beers from a nearly full case. A few steps more took me to the couch where I decided to enjoy the beers and the television. For the moment that would do. Later, I might go to my room and find a decent book to page through.
"Half-Baked" was in the VCR and, with the touch of a button on a large remote control, it was on the screen. I leaned back and drank from a cold bottle, ready to indulge in the misadventures of four stoners.
About fifteen minutes into the movie, Shane opened the door with a girl in tow. I looked up at them and ended up staring at her. The blonde behind my roommate was gorgeous. There is no other word to describe the tall, well stacked female. She smiled at me with pouty lips, letting her green eyes linger with my own. I grinned at her in return. I knew then that I'd have her soon.
"Wayne, meet Megan. Megan, meet Wayne," Shane said as he nearly ran to the bathroom. "Nice to meet you," Megan giggled, "He's had to go to the bathroom since we left Katie's house. He said he wanted to stop by and see if you were home yet."
"Well, here I am," I stated with a wink, "Have a seat."
I turned my head toward the bathroom, still glued to my seat on the couch and reluctant to take my eyes off of the girl walking toward the sofa. She was wearing a very short skirt and a very thin blouse and I had every intention of letting my gaze wander over her for at least a few more minutes.
"Shane, man, are you alright?" I shouted.
"If I tell you how good that just felt, you'd have to go do it too," he declared, opening the door and flashing a winning smile.
I laughed. If nothing else, this guy was massively entertaining. I looked back toward Megan, who had now taken residence on the couch. She wasn't far from me, and she had crossed her well muscled legs. She was looking back and forth between Shane and I, her eyes alight with amusement.
"How was work?" he asked as he plopped down on the other side of Megan.
"Tedious. Want a beer?"
"Yeah. I'd love one."
"Good. You can get me one, too. I'm sure Megan could use a drink," I said, grinning again. I leaned back again, running one hand through my short black hair.
Shane hung his head as he walked toward the kitchen to grab a few beers. All I could do was laugh and ogle Megan. I was successful at both, but enjoyed the latter more than the former. If I wasn't mistaken, she was ogling me right back.
Bottles appeared from the depths of the kitchen and we each popped the top on our own. Shane was talking about how long a ten minute drive could seem when you have a full bladder, and we were quite entertained by his opinion on the matter. As for me, I was fully content with the evening's turn of events. In fact, I was enjoying the conversation almost as much as the view.
"So, Megan wants to see your dick, dude," Shane said in a matter-of-fact sort of way, jolting me from the confines of my thoughts.
"I'm sorry?" I had to ask.
"Fuck, Shane, you think you could've put it more subtly?" she asked him, slapping his chest.
I could see her blush, but she also wasn't denying anything. I looked questioningly at my roommate and he simply nodded with an air of satisfaction. I had to laugh again. This guy was fantastic.
"She's been talking to Jessica and Katie, if you hadn't figured it out."
"Is that so?"
"Apparently, dude, you're packing a horse cock or something. The girls are telling everyone about it. In my defense, they've said plenty about me, too," he spoke while rubbing the area on his chest that Megan had probably bruised.
I noticed that she had gone quiet and was looking at us expectantly. I looked back toward Shane, who was nodding vigorously and signaling that she might be our kind of girl. Actually, he looked like he was going to have a heart attack.
"What? You want me to just whip it out?" I asked both of them.
