#4

Hours had passed, it was midday and we were done with the orientation and we were led to our respective dorms. As I walked in through the door of my room,
my poor eyes were scarred by the sight of my new roommate making out intensely with a pretty brunette on my bed with his hand under her bra and the other hand under her skirt.
When they noticed a presence they quickly scrambled to dress properly. While she was dressing she quickly ran out of the room as she said “I thought you locked the door…
See you later Andre”. He was very much welcoming though embarrassed by the sex scene vaguely witnessed and asked how the orientation went.
“It went fine “ as I tried to clear a used condom from my bed.

I used a pen I found on the lamp table to lift it up by the edge into the bin. The sight or my bed disgusted and the thoughts of the possible sex scenes that had gone down on my bed creeped me out.
I said to myself “ I am sure I am not sleeping on the bed today, I might just sleep on the rug instead. “Oh no , he might have jizzed on that too '' I said to myself silently with a face that looked like someone that had gone through a traumatic experience.
I looked at his side and noticed it was so scattered with clothes and books. On his bed there was what seemed like a girl's underwear linens. While my area was near his.
The only issue I have is that he had to use my space instead of tidying up his to use for any unseemly activity he wanted to indulge in. I slightly made a funny comment to him “ Bro are you a farmer, because you seem to have a thing for spraying your seeds everywhere “.
He smiled, slightly embarrassed by what I said “my bad you know how things can get when you got a sexy girl like her with all that ass in the palm of your hands, she can be a had full” saying with a little pride in his voice.

He was not a freshman like me, he was a jock playing forward for the varsity rugby team and seemed to have had about a year of experience ahead of me. He got into college on a sports scholarship and other sports merits.
He wasn't the most brilliant of people , even when I made some jokes they just flew over his head most of the time. Even though I thought this and they were quite condescending.
Because of my unfortunate history with being painfully bullied by jocks. I wanted to be mean to him, But since he was easily accommodating to me, I took a liking to him. We bonded over video games, movies, and our different tastes in college girls.
“You are kind of cool for a freshman” he puts his arm over my shoulder. His whole arm made up most of my body.”Call me your big bro, you will have many fun experiences with me.”
I told myself I wouldn’t like to get in a fight with him, so I just agreed with most of what he said most times. I tried not to mention my last name at any period because I knew how much trouble that could attract and he may just want to be my friend just to squeeze some money out of me for something or force me to indulge in something just because I had money to pay.

I told him I was fresh out of high school and still never had a girlfriend in highschool. He made jokes about it and told me how much of a nerd I was,
“James you are such a newb… so I have a lot of work to do on you… well I Like baking raw dough like you. I got enough to test my skill”. He also added that I should not put too many expectations on the issue,
that romance will find me somehow in college and I would have many fun experiences in college as long as I stick with him. He further invited me to a party happening tonight.
“Ok, let us go for it !” I said in excitement. My heart is racing now cause I had never been to a college party and the stories I heard from high school friends led me to think about the possible experiences I would have.
But one thing that did cross my mind tho is the fact that if my mother knew I was going to parties where people dressed provocatively she would flip that her little Christian boy was going against all her beliefs, but the thought of the new experience made me laugh at it.
Although I won't lie that I was battling with some guilt even though I was trying to force myself not to care that God may be looking down on me because of the possible sinful activities that I was about to indulge in.

But who cares right I was determined to not let my college story be like high school where I did nothing eventful. I could visualise all the experiences I was determined to have. “Oh, James how you have lost your way,” I thought in my trying to unpack and settle into my new room.
It was about 7 pm. My new roommate Andre reminded me to get ready for the party. We left for the party around an hour later. The party was located at a dorm a few houses from mine.
At the entrance of the building there was a large crowd in front trying to enter for the party. Beside the building at the corner of the bushes, I saw people exchanging money for drugs and stuff that we used to get intoxicated with, well I was not so used to this.
I had never bought ecstasy before like I said before I was a newbie at most of this kind of wild social gatherings. Because I never had many friends I was never at any wild highschool parties.
I could've sworn I saw that two people vaguely by the bush at the corner of the building having sex . As we tried to get by through the ocean of people to get into the party the bouncers at the door.
They were rugby jocks like Andre and they prevented people from entering into the building because it was getting crowded and there was no way to control the crowd inside and outside.