His Blogger V2

roomate

"Skye! I just had the weirdest-" I started kicking off my shoes next to my bed. Our room was incredibly tiny, consisting of two beds... and two desks. My roommate was passed out on my bed, completely naked. Tits proudly displayed for all to see. "Seriously?" I scoffed clutching onto a throw pillow and throwing it at her ass.

"Why are you naked!?" My voice boomed in the small apartment, driving her awake with an equally loud yelp.

Skye collapsed onto the floor, swaddling her bare body with a comforter.

"Again, I ask, why are you naked?"

She sat there guiltily, massaging the back of her neck. "Remember how I almost fucked that guy last night?"

I nodded, placing a hand on my hip like an upset mother.

"Well, let's just say we finished what we started. God did we finish" She giggled sleepily, drawing her teeth over her bottom lip.

"And you were too tired to redress yourself? To make it to your own bed which is literally 2 FEET AWAY!" I yelled, gesticulating wildly. Sometimes this woman drives me nuts. Scratch that, she always drives me nuts.

Skye has an extremely wild personality. She's reckless and fun; the person you'd go to if you wanted to rob a bank, then get a pedicure after. But, she was also absurdly supportive. A shoulder to cry on when needed. Someone that would hold your hair back when puking your guts out.

"Ha. Babe, listen. I had a whopping seven orgasms. I think I get a pass for not being able to walk"

I scoffed. Pick your battles, Danny. Pick your battles.

"Whatever, I need to vent right now" I exhaled heavily, slumping next to her. Knowingly, Skye focused her attention on me, sensing my distress. Her ocean-blue eyes bore into the side of my head, shooting lasers of concern inside my brain.

"Ace is in my journalism class" I began, cringing slightly. My words were caught between my teeth as I attempted an explanation. "He... I- we" I groaned shaking off the growing shame. "After class, one thing led to another... I was in his arms grinding against his... you know" I shut my eyes, needing to avoid her judgmental gaze. "We were making out and, thanks to my incredible dry spell... I had a fucking orgasm. From the friction of his... hard-on"

There, I did it. I told someone. The weight of my shame lifted from my shoulders. I could breathe again.

Loud, unadulterated laughter burst through her mouth.

"Are you serious!?" She inhaled dramatically, clutching onto her chest to catch her breath.

"You dry humped him... until you came" She stated matter of factly, happy tears gliding down her face.

I was shocked; my jaw wide open, my tongue dry, limbs numb. It felt like a hard slap to the face.

"This is serious. We were in public, I.. in front of the English building. I could have gotten in trouble- arrested! What if someone recorded us! Oh, god!" I rambled, completely humiliated.
If we were recorded, I could get arrested for public indecency.

Word travels fast around campus... everyone would call me a whore. That's how society works. Ace would get patted on the back for a job well done... I would get harassed. Fuck. I take back what I said about not caring during the moment. I care, so much.

"Woah, Woah, Woah." Skye shook her head, waddling towards her laptop with the comforter tight around her body. After a few minutes of focused typing, and nail-biting, the deed was settled.

"Well, nothing's on social media... I did my digging" She nodded, satisfied. I sighed with relief, immediate tension lifting from my chest.
If there were something so graphic, it would have been uploaded to millions of websites by now. Apparently, humiliating undeserving people is the new "cool" thing.

Skye, my persevering hero, is yearning for an engineering major. She's a prodigy at navigating laptops, computers, and pretty much everything with wires and electricity. I think it's why I keep her around, especially since I am the least tech-savvy human being on the planet. I can barely navigate my phone.

"You're positive?" I questioned, pulling out my laptop and pursuing my own, lesser experienced, digging.

"As a proton," She nodded with finality, crawling across the bed to examine my own screen. Before the end of Mr. Lambert's class, I had begun research for the online blog. Multiple tabs were open concerning the project, one of which being the main website.

"Are you planning on cooking everything in Julia Child's cookbook? What's up with the obsessive blog research?" Skye snorted, poking the screen with her finger.

I rolled my eyes. "No, this is my final semester project. I have to write about my life and-"

"Isn't the class about journalism?" She interrupted.

"Yes, which is why I have to be creative. I don't know," I sighed, a slight smile lifting my lips "It seems fun"

Skye shrugged, ruffling my hair like an older sister.

"Come on, champ. Let's get you prepared for that date."

I am so sorry for the short chapter! I don't usually do filler chapters, but I can't seem to find the time to write! This week is even busier for me, so I apologize ahead of time if there is no upload next Sunday. I hope you got the Julie and Julia reference. Love you all.