Caesar
Five years ago,
I picked up Casey in my arms and walked into her dorm building. I was just about to go on my third flight of stairs before Casey pulled my arm and asked me,
"Where are you going?"
"I'm taking you to your dorm room."
She gave me a confused look as she said, "This is my dorm floor. I am on the second floor."
"Yes, of course," I nodded as I started walking back into the hallway of the second floor to find her room.
Don't judge me, but I don't remember where Casey's roommate's dorm was. I know you're wondering how I got here before. She sent me a text. I followed the instructions. I went towards her door. I knocked. The woman in my arms opened the door and caught me off guard. But then her roommate did come. We did do our stuff and I left.
I wasn't interested in her dorm room or her more than for the reason I was there I was there to just fuck and leave.
So yes, you're right. You came to a great conclusion. I do not know where Casey's dorm is. I do not know what the number of her door is.
Now, that message her roommate sent me might be in my phone, but I'm carrying Casey in my arms. I don't know how to take my phone with her in my arms. But then she stopped me on the right floor. All I have to do is walk and she'll point me in the right direction.
So I walk through the hallway until I reach the last end. And Casey doesn't say a damn thing. I turn back and start walking back. And then that's when I just stop and look down at her.
And I find her already looking at me.
And then she asked me, "You don't know where my dorm room is, do you?"
And I—the first thing I do is refuse.
"No. I know, I know," I say, defending myself. And then I continue, seeing that she still has that expression on her face, still looking at me.
"I just—these numbers are very confusing, and I'm not very good with numbers. I mean, I did get you here. Where is your door? What is the number of your room?" I say, looking left and right at all the doors surrounding me.
But Casey doesn't say anything. And I have to turn and look at her face to find her still looking at me. And she has this confused, disgusted look on her face. A look I don't want her to have towards me.
Before she asks, "What kind of a man are you?"
And this question catches me off guard. So I find myself saying, "What do you mean?"
I'm really, really confused about what her question wants, what she means.
And she says, "You have just been here a few hours ago. You slept with my roommate. You had to know what door, what room you fucked her in."
She continues, "I mean, are you seriously telling me that you do not know where the person you just slept with lives?"
"Okay, first of all, the person I just slept with is not your roommate, but you.
And to clarify things, we basically just met at the car, we fucked at the car, and I did not know where you live. Okay? And if you're talking about your roommate—come on, I just came to fuck. I don't take details because I'm not going to see her again."
I told her, point blank, because—it was the truth.
I'm a ladies' man, but I don't lie. Maybe I twist some things, but these women know what they're getting.
I don't lie to them. They know that we're just fucking, and that's it.
And they're cool with it. Why is this woman in my arms judging me?
She was looking at me with disgust and judgment. And I don't think she was the right person to be judging me, considering she came on to me just a few minutes after I had slept with her roommate.
But I obviously didn't want to bring that up, so I just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"So are you going to tell me the number to your dorm or what?"
"You know what? Just put me down. You don't deserve to know where I live or sleep." she said, acting all high and mighty.
I put her down a little gentler than my mood wanted, a little gentler than I actually wanted to, but I had a few things on my mind.
"So what now? You're mad? You want to judge me after what you have done? What? So are you telling me that you're going to go back into your dorm room and then tell your roommate what you just did? That you just slept with the man she had just slept with a few minutes after? Is that what you're saying?" I laughed mockingly and added,
"Please don't act all high and mighty there. You're just as bad as I am."
"Really? Really?...." she shouted. And then she looked for words to say, but I'm sure she came up empty, realizing what she had just done.
But then she straightened as she said, "Thanks for the lift, I guess."
"Aren't you going to thank me for fucking you and getting rid of your virginity?" I asked her point blank. Since she's going to act all high and mighty, let me remind her that she wasn't as clean as she thought she was.
She narrowed her eyes on me and then looked everywhere as if there was somebody there who was going to hear.
"Do not—" she started.
"Are you going to threaten me?" I asked her, coming closer to her.
She took two steps back.
I took two steps forward towards her.
"I'm not threatening you," she finally said with her back pressed to the wall, while I stood in front of her, caging her in.
"Then what are you doing?" I asked.
"Look, Just go, okay? Like your rules say. You just fuck and leave and you never say a word about it, so just stick to your rules. Thank you for bringing me here. Just go and forget that you and I ever slept together. Okay?"
I couldn't believe this—this little virgin, this little nobody was messing with me. First, she got me to break my rules, now she was acting as if I was not important. She was getting on my fucking nerves.
So I reminded her, "Just to remind you, you already made me break most of my rules tonight. You made me break a very sacred rule tonight. I had promised myself I was not going to sleep with a virgin, and you tricked me into it. So I broke my rules. So what's stopping me from breaking this one?" I glared at her, giving her a chance for a comeback and continued,
"What? Are you scared your little friends are going to find out that I took your virginity? Worse, that you did that, went behind your roommate's back and you're afraid it's going to come back and bite you?"
"As if anything was serious between you and Leanna. Just like you said—it was just sex and nothing more."
"Really?" I asked. "I know women. I know girls. I know how it'll go when she finds out that you slept with me after you told me to leave her—ditch her—so I could fuck you on the way. I'm sure the two of you won't be on such good terms anymore."
She glared at me. "I didn't tell you to ditch her. I told you to stop and wait, and you're the one who drove off."
I raised an eyebrow. "Really? It's your word against mine? Considering that you came on to me. I don't know how she'll believe that."
"Well, unlike you. I'm actually a good friend, I have a good reputation, I don't sleep around, and I never lie. So I'm sure she's gonna believe me when I say that you came onto me and you did your whole... whatever it is you do to women to get them to sleep with them, and that's how you took advantage of me. Let's see who she believes then."
She said that acting strong, but I could see the nervousness, the guilt, and the unsureness in her body language—in her eyes.
I hummed as I stepped closer, just enough to make her shift uncomfortably, watching her look around like she didn't want anyone to see us together.
That got to my head.