right of first publication © 2007 by Tim king

Goucher College Fiction workshop

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An Ass Out Of You And Me



By Tim top executive



I swarmed like a hive of bees down the street to Susie's apartment. What I had just seen was unspeakable. There was nothing right about it. It was disgusting and wrong and the worst part was that it was completely believable, completely within the kingdom of reality. That's probably what had me so pissed about it.

I hadn't even bothered to visit her. The moment I realized it was her, I slammed the laptop shut, threw on clothes, and walked across the street to the rows of clone apartment to find her. Although I didn't really tally the time, I could narrate I had made my way over a good deal faster than common. I had even forgotten to smoke a cigarette on the way there.

When I knocked on the door, Rachel answered. She was wearing a huge sweatshirt with thermionic vacuum tube air-sleeve and her curly molasses-brown hair was bed-headed. I obviously had woken her up with the pounding.

"Osmond. Hi,"she said in her monotone vox. Her center were much smaller than usual. She looked better when she had glasses on.

"Where's Susie ?"I asked.

"Yeah, dainty to see you too,"she drawled, closing her eyes. She turned around, cigarette held between her two slender finger's breadth like a flower flower petal, and walked back towards her room, a trail of smoke following her like she was the yellow-brick road. As she moved, I noticed her outsize sweatshirt was covering boy boxer-shorts.

"Oh, do come in,"she added sarcastically. I wasn't put off ; she more or LE always sounded like this.

"Thanks. I didn't wake you up,"I said, closing the apartment threshold behind me. It wasn't a question.

"No, I was just closing my oculus and breathing heavily under my ardent cover song, having hallucination and drooling. But no, you didn't wake me up or anything."She flopped onto the bed, sucking her cigarette as she did so. I lit one up myself.

"So where's Susie ?"I asked, putting the flatboat back in my pocket.

"Not here,"she said, smoke following her sentence. She looked like a dragon. She crossed her curvy legs. They managed to look very long despite the fact she was just over five foot.

"Is she at body of work ?"

"Doubtful."

"Library ?"

"Probably. She said she had a lot of research, and you know she has to keep her scholarship."

Susie was always the studious one."Do you know which library ?"

"Why don't you just fucking call her ?"Rachel asked, sitting up and giving me an incredulous look. Her eye shadow from the dark before clung to the under-lids of her eyes, amplifying how much they matched the dark of her hair.

"I want to spill to her face-to-face,"I explained, sitting down on the beanbag electric chair across from Rachel's bed. Her elbow room smelled like something else besides cigarettes. Something fruity. Opium ?

"Why ?"she asked."I don't believe you. You walked over here, walked all the way over here without calling to hold back if she was even here, just to ask her a head ? Or utter to her in person, whatever ?"Rachel snorted and pulled her hair back from the incline of her face.

I nodded, eyebrows raised in annoyance. I looked away at the sunlight sneezing softly through the semi-slit blinds.

"Bullshit,"she decided, and uncrossed her ramification and pointed her healthy tan stifle at each early."I think you just wanted to see me."

I rolled my eyes. I really had not planned on getting tangled up with Rachel at the moment.

"What's the matter ?"she asked, putting the cigarette out in an ashtray. There were various scattered throughout the room. She leaned forward and put on her glasses, which lay on the nightstand next to her. They were visibly smeared.

"I saw something involving Susie,"I started to explain."Something really fucked. Something really…really just fucked up, and I have to spill to her about it."

"What did you see ?"she asked, completely qui vive now, the hint of a smile tugging at her smarmy lips. Her eyes shone like a first-grader's.

I sighed, wondering how easily to explicate. I finally got up and walked to the bed and sat down next to her. My hand reached over and stroked her hair behind her ear. She closed her optic and breathed in and sighed. I leaned over and started sucking on her neck, taking in her familiar cigarette shampoo travail smell. She shuddered and her hand rolled over my hips, the borderline of my pant and skin. I unzipped my fly and she knelt on the floor in front of me, smiling and taking off her eyeglasses. She leaned forward, taking her time and looking up at me with her big sting eyes as I played with her whisker until I finished with a spasm.

I lay back, panting, and she handed me a tissue and I cleaned myself off as she went to spit. When she came back, I was standing up.

"That's what I fucking saw,"I said, feeling dead."That. to a greater extent than that. I saw it on a fucking smut website. One of those I where they wear masks and pay the little girl to do stuff."I shuddered at the memory of stumbling across it while jerking off less than an hour ago, and felt numb and unreal standing in Rachel's room instead of Susie's yet again.

"delay, are you fucking grave ?"Rachel asked. She was genuinely scandalise. I nodded.

"No fucking way,"she said. I nodded.

"Susie ?"she asked, love feast with furrowed supercilium."feminist small-town-girl Susie who didn't loose her virginity until college ?"I nodded again and kissed her cheek, heading out of her room into the main one.

"time lag wait wait wait wait. No fucking way did you see that,"she said loudly, following me.

"I did,"I said, looking over my berm as I stopped and lit a fag."Don't Tell anyone,"I added.

"Fuck you Osmond, I'm not going to tell anyone shit. Jesus messiah,"she said, and paced."I don't believe you. Show me."

I went to her desktop and surfed until I found the link.

"I can't watch it. I'm going to go find her. Enjoy,"I said, and headed towards the door as she clicked on the tie. She yelled something as the room access slammed, but I'm not sure what.

As I walked back to campus, I pulled out my telephone set and hit Susie's number. I hoped she wouldn't answer. I hoped I would just run into her on the way back, or that she would just be in my room.

"Hello ?"she answered. I cursed silently.

"Susie. Where are you ?"I asked, trying to go normal.

"I was just heading over to eat something actually. Do you want to meet up after that ?"

"Yeah. Come to my room,"I said, and snapped the telephone set shut.

"Yo, Beacher !"a voice called as I crossed the street to the entrance of campus. I turned and saw Natman and Roger in an SUV slowing down behind me."Get in,"they said, and I climbed in for the ride.

"What's happening, man ? Where'd you go last dark with that missy Maria after the company ?"asked Roger from the scattergun seat as we started to move forward. He grinned his wide stupe dog smiling, his baseball cap tilted back and his drink down collar making the smile seem even broad. He could be an ass, but generally he was a Nice guy and one of the few people I trusted at the school.

"Got her spinal column to my room."

"Oh yeah ?"said Natman as we passed through the security gate."And then what'd you get her ?"

Natman and Roger were both part of one of the fraternity. The party we spoke of was at their frat planetary house. I sometimes regretted not joining myself, but I was booster with them anyway, so I guess it didn't matter in the end. I got most of the benefit of their house and no obligation. Their fraternity apparently wasn't that intense ; they didn't have to do anything too sinful to get in or anything, at least not according to them.

"Did she let you have sex her ?"laughed Roger."Something Tell me she's a slut."

"Yeah, she did. I was real number sot though,"I said, remembering the previous nighttime. She was a really sexy girl, but for some reason the brush seemed everyday. Her bitch did sense incredible though. I had never been with a Mexican before."I made her leave rectify after,"I added, laughing.

"Haha, attaboy. Did she make you a sandwich afterwards ?"

"Dude, she's dirty Mexican,"Roger pointed out."She made him a taco, right ?"They both laughed and poked each other.

"Nah, I wasn't even hungry,"I said, and we laughed."So yeah, she just left."

"I knew for a fact that girl is a slut. We ran into her last weekend. She looked like a lot of fun."Roger smiled at Natman.

"Yeah man, trade good job,"added Natman, turning the car into a spotlight."You know Spanish people fille love the cock."I'm about to say she's Mexican, not Spanish, but stop myself."What they say is true, chicks with dark skin are natural sex hound. She wasn't hairy, was she ?"

"No, not at all,"I said. He nodded, as if he knew."What about you guys ? Any luck ?"

"I just went to Mallory's after,"said Roger. She and Roger had been seeing each other for about a year. They systematically cheated on each other. I had slept with her before Roger and her had even started seeing each other, and I had also just fucked her two months ago. She was a fantastic lay, and it always made me wonder why Roger would ever cheat on her. And again, he was a undecomposed guy, and it was confusing that Mallory would rip off on him. I briefly wondered if he knew about me and her. I had never told him.

"Yeah, I was too drunk to fuck,"explained Natman. I doubted this. Natman had a pretty bad reputation with fille. He was a bit of a misogynist. Rumor had it he used to hit his ex. We stepped out of the car.

"We're gon na head to the gym,"explained Roger as he went around back to the torso. He threw Natman his gym bag and grabbed his own."You comin'?"

I declined like they knew I would. I never worked out these days."Maybe side by side time. I'm gon na go back to my room."

"wellspring savor that dump,"said Natman."Come by the sign of the zodiac later. We wan na let you in on something."They grinned at me.

"will do,"I replied, and we slapped deal and headed off our separate ways. I wonder briefly what they're going to let me in on. Probably some bulk purchase of drugs. Maybe a fire hook tournament or something. I headed back to my way and flopped on the bed to look for Susie.

After ten minutes, I sat up and went online. As much as I didn't want to, I searched for the television again. I got it through one of those site that have links to movie trailer. I just stare at the thumbnails, not clicking the movie itself. In the first thumb she's sitting on this leather couch. I assume one guy is taping her and the other, wearing a plain skin-colored full aspect mask with no oral fissure or verbalism, just eye slits, has his arm around her with money in it and is talking to her. The future thumbnail shows her sucking someone off, presumably the one who had his arm around her earlier, her oculus gazing directly into the tv camera. I minimize the window angrily and slam down my laptop computer and lie back down, staring at my ovalbumin roof. It has a dark stain in the nook that's been spreading.

Susie and I dated freshman year for the stallion year and half of the summertime. She was basically a virgin when I met her, had only slept with one guy before me, and she said it was a error. It took me four months to get her to log Z's with me, even. She wasn't like anyone I had dated before in highschool. She was obstinate and very smart. She loved studying, I loved partying. I guess we balanced each other out that yr. We were attached at the hip.

When summer rolled around, I went back to my town and she visited often, but it ended up not working out. Despite how close we had been all twelvemonth, the breakup wasn't really approximative at all. We stayed friends and still hooked up every so often, some times more than others. We never had any long-term kinship, except for a couplet months where she saw some guy from her Town. It was during this fourth dimension I first hooked up with Rachel, who was Susie's roomy and close supporter sophomore year.

After she broke up with her hometown boy, Susie hooked up with me from time to time. Towards the end of soph year she slept with Roger, but I didn't care. If she was going to sleep with anybody I knew, I was glad it was Roger. Plus I felt like the fact I slept with Mallory made us even.

Now it was spring of junior twelvemonth. Things stayed stagnant. calendar week and weekends blurred together. Susie and I saw each former less and less, and Rachel sort of took her place, plus the casual hookup like that lady friend Maria. Despite it all and despite our length, I still felt like Susie was mine. I often wondered if we would ever lead off seeing each other again exclusively and even asked her at one point, but she gave me something about needing to concentrate on schooltime. It made sense to me, and I wasn't arguing since we still hooked up.

"Hello hello,"chirped Susie. Her head was in my doorway. I sat up. I hadn't even heard the door open.

"Hey,"I said. I brushed my hair out of my middle and looked down. She walked over to the bed and set her backpack down."What's up ?"she asked, looking at me.

I turned my boldness up to appear back at her. She has shimmering racy optic, and she looked tired. Her gay hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a tee shirt and jeans. She always looked great in blue jean. She wasn't really a skirt-wearing variety of daughter. Barely ever wore composition either. She didn't really need to.

"zip really…"I said, and trailed off.

"Cool ?"she said, and laughed awkwardly. We sat in silence.

"Do you need money ?"I asked after a moment.

"What ? Why ?"she asked, one of her eyebrows furrowing. I shook my head.

"Osmond, what's up ?"she asked again. She put her soft Caucasian hand on my knee. I turned away from the companion gesture and leaned over and opened the computer. She stared, sassing agape. I looked past her. Nothing was said for a while.

"Well ?"I asked."Do you necessitate money, Susie ? Because you could have just fucking asked me."My voice was flat and didn't feel like mine.

"Osmond, what are you talking about ?"Her New England accent, which I usually found cute, only pissed me off more.

"You don't need to go out and fucking whore yourself out for money. fuck !"I hollered, and slammed the screen shut. I stood up and stood over by the fridge to call for out a beer. She said nothing, mouth give again."I thought you were against that SOB, anyway."

"How daring you,"she said, her articulation low and different."You don't fucking own me !"She stared down at her blue-jeaned knees, then up at me, eyes burning.

"How dare I what ? You're nookie unknown for money, Susie ! Strangers ! That upsets me ! It's on the fucking internet for the human beings to see you fucking. What if your parents saw this ? What if your chum saw this dirt, huh ?"

"Why the fuck would my parents be looking at Poorcollegegirls.com ? Why would you be looking at it ? Why-…"She stood up."I need to leave."

"Yeah, I think you do,"I said. I opened the room access. She grabbed her backpack in a saccade motion and strode to the room access. She stopped, took a breath, and faced me as I held the door open.

"You assume too often about matter you know cipher about,"she said."And you're a nooky hypocrite,"and with that she was out the door. I slammed it shut, chugged the relaxation of my beer, and threw it against the wall as hard as I could. I didn't hassle to strip up the broken glass.

The remainder of the day, to use a tired phrase, was a blur. I did some oeuvre for stratum to get my creative thinker off it. I went to the gym and lifted weightiness. I went for a jog and listened to the tempestuous music I could. After I showered I walked to the local pizza pie home and ate until I felt like I was going to boot.

By then it was finally twilight. I figured I would stop by the frat house for a small before I went back to campus. I dreaded running into Susie.

"Beacher, hail on in,"said Natman when I did the belt on their frat threshold. I walked into the hallway. It was very sporty. Usually it was piled up with drivel bags and stacks of newspaper and mag and other rubble. We headed up the stairs to Natman and Roger's room. Roger was sitting on his leather sofa with some girl I've never seen before. His frat banner which usually hung above the couch was down and folded in the corner.

"What are you guys up to ?"I asked after I slapped Roger's bridge player and waved politely at the young woman. She was wearing a myopic dame and a jumper. She was very pretty. She had crank, and her eyes shone with obvious intelligence.

"Beacher, I'd like you to fill Jayna,"said Natman, motioning towards the girl.

"Hi,"she said."Nice to meet you. You're Beacher ?"

"Hi, yeah…you from around here ?"I asked. Something wasn't right.

"Yeah, I go to the body politic schooling up the route,"she said. Her smiled looked as uncertain as I felt. She looked impatient.

"Ah, assuredness,"I replied. I looked behind me and Natman was gone. He reappeared a arcsecond later holding something in his hired man. A camera.

"Beacher my man,"started Roger, standing up."Listen. We have this sweet-scented thing going on. But you can not evidence anyone."

"We figured you'd be into it since you're a mad pimp,"Natman added.

Roger reached into his back air pocket and pulled out a masque. It was plain, it had no nervus facialis features and just slits for the lip and eyes, skin-colored. I stared at it, my throat dry.

"Jayna's an odd case because we usually know the young woman we do this with,"he explained."Like with that missy maria, we knew her first and asked if she was down. She said yes."I stayed silent, felt a chill.

"It works out for both parties. See bro, we pay the young lady, and this party pays us mad cash to videotape them with us. We just got ta bust masquerade so we don't-…"

I couldn't. I couldn't listen, could not be there, could not keep existing. I ran out of the house and into the street before he could finish. I stopped and fell to the ground and vomited against the pavement. I tumbled onto my side, my face hot as the sun and my intact dinner party in front of me. I could almost see the stink lines rising from it. I felt numb. Above me, a freshly blossomed tree let a Edward D. White flower petal flicker down to my face. I brushed it off .