A Lusty Reason to Avoid the Draft

The Letter

You walked through the front door of your apartment, clutching the unopened letter in your hand. In spite of how much you told yourself it was nothing more than an official notice, perhaps about the upcoming election, something deep inside you knew exactly what it was. With shaking hands, you tore open the white envelope, and felt your heart sink upon seeing what lay within. At the top of the stationary were the words "Selective Service System".

"Fuck..." You muttered, your words slicing through the otherwise silent atmosphere.

From the next room, you heard a shuffling, followed by the distinct pip pap noise of walking feet on the wooden floor. Soon enough, Cadey, your roommate and the self proclaimed "Godess of Lust", poked her head through the adjacent doorway.

"You called?" she asked.

You looked up to meet her fiery colored eyes before shifting your focus back down to the letter. Something about your expression must have given away your distressed state of mind, because she was quick to ask what was bothering you.

"I, uhm... I just got drafted." You said, coming to grips with a sentence you'd never expected to hear yourself say.

Cadey's eyes widened as she stepped into the room. She seemed just as surprised as you were.

"And you're... Going to go?" she asked, making her way over to you.

"What choice do I have? I can't just... Not report for duty" you said, staring back down at your draft letter.

"Is that so?" she said, a certain, familiar sense of mischief in her voice.

You knew that tone. You'd grown accustomed to it in the time you'd spent living with her.

Oh God. Not now.

Before you were able to voice any protest, Cadey had already made her way over and was standing right in front of you. You buried your face into the letter, trying to act as though you were too busy reading to notice, but realized it was useless once you felt her fingers push against the bottom of your chin. Your head was gently brought upwards and you found yourself staring right into her eyes.

Her beautiful, one-of-a-kind eyes.

"I'm sure you can find at least one reason for you not to go..." she smirked.

"W-wait. We can't. I- I have to... to... " you sputtered, trying to fight against the prurient thoughts now flooding your mind.

"You have to... what?" she asked, flashing a knowing smile.

She knew full well that you'd been locked into her spell. At this point, you were sure she was just toying with you.

"I know you wouldn't leave me here all by myself... Would you? After all, I'd be so lonely without my little roommate."

Of course not... You thought, staring right into her eyes. How could I leave someone as gorgeous as you?

"You really think I'm gorgeous?"

It was in this moment that you realized, to your horror, that you'd just been thinking out loud. Or perhaps she was reading your thoughts. You didn't know anymore.