Leylin, Rhode Island
Star Wars Theme. Eighteen year Marcus Jasper rolled around underneath his comforter forming a temporary method of absorbing sonic vibrations as the ringer went off. Star Wars Theme again. Annoyed, Marcus gave up, sat up in bed kicking around his Star Wars pajamas to answer his cell phone. Note to self. Change cell phone number; then the ring tone. He looked at the caller ID on the screen and rubbed his eyes. Damn. Talk about being overprotected. I guess perpetuating the stereotype of Jewish overbearing parents must be a life objective. For a moment, he attempted to recall the nightmare since it became a repeated pattern every night. The dream always progressed, becoming more vivid, as additional details became evident to piece together the murder in progress. Red haired girl has a tryst with some anonymous hot guy and gets killed. Who was the murderer? More importantly, who was the red headed girl? Charlie Brown never had this much to overanalyze. His thoughts wandered for a moment as the ring tone went off again. Time to take his punishment.
“Hello?” he answered.
“How’s my benyokhed?” said the female voice.
“Hi Ma,” said Marcus.
“Hi Ma?” his mother responded in annoyance. “That’s all you gotta say to your mishpocha? You drive miles; even days to go to some cockamamie college in Rhode Island, even though there are good universities here in New York, and you don’t even call or write that you’re alive? Er macht zack nisht visindicht!”
“Ma,” explained Marcus. “It’s only the third day. I made it here safely as you can tell since I’m calling you from the Motel Six. I’m checking out this afternoon because I’m supposed to meet my dorm advisor at Leylin to discuss living arrangements.”
“Fine bubeleh,” groaned his mother. “Just make sure to wash and iron your Star Wars pajamas, your underwear, and your sheets twice week because I heard Rhode Island has bed bugs. I saw it on that drek of a television show Current Affair. Also, make sure you go to Temple. I Googled on the internet and there is a synagogue a mile away from your school so make sure not eat anything that’s not kosher. You don’t know where that college food has been. Oh make sure to attend prayer. Don’t give me that excuse you’re on a spiritual quest and becoming nondenominational! Your Bubbe Gertie would turn over in her grave if she knew you no longer practicing Judaism! Oh bubeh, I packed condoms for you in your suitcase. Make sure to use them. Honey, your father and I love you and accept you for being gay so we don’t want you catching that IVH from some chamoole who can’t keep it in his pants!”
“It’s HIV Ma,” corrected Marcus. “And no I don’t have it or any STD of that nature! Don’t worry Ma, I’m still a virgin. I’ll probably die being one since the probability of me hooking up with hot guy is more than likely. Seriously, no one wants to make a pass at the brainy nerd!”
“Don’t sell yourself short Marcus,” clucked his mother. “You’re handsome man and I’m not just saying that as your mother. Bei mir bist du shayn. Look boychik, you’ll find the right boy to settle down with. Hopefully, a nice Jewish boy but for now stay true to yourself and follow the teachings of the Torah. Oh and Marcus, we love you and are very proud of you. Bye bubeleh. Call us when you get settled.”
Marcus hung up his cell as he sat on the bed and stared at himself in the mirror of his hotel room. Ma couldn’t be more wrong. Marcus Jasper is not exactly a prize catch. Let’s go down the list of faults. Gay? Check. Jewish? Check. Skinny? Check. Weird curly brown hair? Check. Nerdy, sci-fi fantasy mathematical science whiz? Check. Check. And double check. Perhaps he answered his own question. This is what his eighteen years had led him to. He threw off the covers, got in the shower, changed his clothes and got ready to meet his dorm advisor at Leylin College. It was going to be the beginning of something new.
Leylin College
Leylin College sits nestled in Leylin City thirty miles from Providence near the coast of Rhode Island. Established after the Revolutionary War, the small little town became a booming industrialize city post-Civil War creating factory jobs manufacturing machine made products and military goods. After World War II, Leylin College introduced higher education producing successful alumnus who went on to work for government positions from the Pentagon, NASA, and Wall Street. Known for its excellent mathematics and science department, it earned a positive reputation as an institution for knowledge and academics. For Marcus Jasper, it became his calling.
Leylin Hall was a seven story large fortress housing hundreds of students and Marcus felt he was sinking in a sea of busy students. Clutching a box of clothes, his laptop, bags and school supplies Marcus waddled inside the building checking his name at the front desk as he waited for someone to meet him. Twenty year old Aaron Shackleford greeted him as Marcus took notice of his cute dimples, piercing blue eyes, and auburn colored short hair. Dressed in a tight polo shirt that accentuated his swimmer’s physique, Aaron became the epitome of a mythical god as Marcus admired how well his Abercrombie and Fitch jeans hugged his well formed thighs. God, they don’t make guys like this.
“Hi you must be Marcus,” Aaron introduced himself extending his hand for a shake. Marcus cheeks slowly turned pink when he touched his hand. “Believe it or not, you’ll be rooming with me since all the regular rooms had been booked by second and third year students. Unfortunately, freshmen enrollment has tripled this year so we have to make some room this semester and group students together. Let me show you the way.”
Oh crap. I’m bunking with his hot guy? How am I going to survive the year? God he has a great ass!
“Thanks,” grinned Aaron turning his head toward as Marcus’s face turned bright red. “Boy you must sunburn really easy!”
Aaron laughed as Marcus meekly followed him while his mind trying to make sense of what just happened. Did I say that allowed? Shit! Wait I couldn’t have! My mouth didn’t move! But how could he have known what I was thinking?
Marcus could feel his groin slowly start to swell up which he quickly covered his pending erection with his box while following his roommate into the dormitory. They made the way down the hall where Aaron pointed out the various locations from the restrooms, cafeteria, gym, and recreation room which would be significant in surviving four years at Leylin.
“Something you’ll notice Marcus is that the dormitories are now co-ed,” explained Aaron. At first, Marcus did not notice it but he observed that the women’s rooms were next door to the men’s and vice versa. “Leylin College has gotten progressive the past twenty years and has turned out some fine graduates who have gone on to work for the government or contributed to the American economy.”
“That’s great to hear,” replied Marcus still focused on calming down his erection. “I hope the same happens for me.”
“It will,” reassured Aaron. “If you let it and take advantage of your full education here. By the way, what are you majoring in?”
“Mathematics and science,” he answered. “I’m on a full scholarship here. I haven’t picked a specialized field yet but I’m sure I’ll settle on something.”
“Awesome a braniac!” giggled Aaron. “At least this time I’m getting a smart roommate and not some brain dead party boy like in years past. I can’t begin to tell you the conflicts I’ve had…”
“HEY DORM LEADER!” shouted an African American female heading toward their direction. Nineteen year Ondine Guillame looked pissed and began marching angrily in their path.
“Hi Ondine,” said Aaron rolling his eyes. “What’s the drama now?”
“It’s that bitch roommate of mine!” said Ondine angrily. “She’s locked the door again because she wants to fuck some jock and hid my key in the process. My laptop has crashed and I need to get into the room to get my keycard for the computer lab so I can finalize my class schedule. Look I pay tuition at this school as well so that dorm room is just as my own as it hers! Aaron, you have an extra set of keys to the dormitories. Could you please open the door for me?”
“You do realize she might have company in there?” suggested Aaron. “We’re intruding on her privacy?”
“I don’t care if she is banging the entire baseball team!” griped Ondine. “I want my stuff!”
“Fine,” Aaron relented. “Everyone follow me. Oh and Ondine meet my new roommate this year and your next door neighbor…”
“Marcus Jasper,” clucked Ondine. “You might want to invest in some ear plugs. My roommate is a screamer in bed.”
Shocked at Ondine blunt first impression, Marcus had to ask his question.
“How do you know my name?” he asked. “We never met until now.”
“I’m a mind reader,” said Ondine sarcastically. “Now never mind the details. Aaron, open the door please.”
Reaching into his jeans pocket, Aaron produced a ring of keys inserting the right one into the keyhole to turn it. The door creaked slowly as Marcus saw Ondine’s room through the corner of entrance that had been opened slightly ajar. Immediately his eyes focused on the familiarity from the Twilight posters on the wall to teen novels near the desk to the red headed girl poised on the floor doing some things to a bottomless guy that could be found on a Cinemax skinflick.
Ondine’s roommate knelt down her knees as she hiked up her skirt to finger herself through the ripped opening of her panties. Finding the opening of her lacy undergarment, she pushed in to fingers as the left thumb of her hand wiggled her tiny clit with her hand. Rotating it while teasing her feminine folds, her hands accepted the secretions of her sweet nectar as repeated the process over and over again with her fingers. Her mouth made a scandalous hum as she inhaled her male partner’s hard prick suckling, massaging, and stroking the soft dark flesh with her mouth and tongue.
All three watched in amazement as the male partner of Ondine’s roommate groaned in pleasure throwing his head back as his bucked his bare hips into her mouth while his pants and underwear laid dormant around his ankles. The young man played with her hair as she thrust in and out of her moist lips causing her to choke and cough as a line of saliva escaped her lips connecting it like sinew to the hard cock.
Ondine’s roommate? She has red hair like in my dream. She was murdered in my nightmare! Aaron cleared his throat which immediately snapped Ondine’s roommate to attention. Without warning, her male partner climaxed shooting his load all over her mouth and face.
“You asshole!” she squealed. You should’ve told me you were going to do that!” Grabbing a shirt nearby, she began wiping herself off as her humiliated partner realized that he had an audience, immediately pulled up his pants, and ran out the door.
“Marcus, meet my ho’ of a roommate Penny Moray,” said Ondine. “Serves you right bitch for locking me out of our room!”
“Fuck off Ondine!” Penny spat.
Penny had balls for being Ondine’s roommate. Too bad she might not make it through the rest of the semester.
To be continued…
