The first time was not what Garfield expected it to be.
He expected his first intercourse with Rachel to be like this:
A delicate bout of love making where the two were simply discovering one another. He anticipated for this "first time" to be like a candlelight session... seemingly quiet and aesthetic. Perhaps, even like the movies, where the camera would record the foreplay, and the couple would continue their sexual activity after the screen faded to black.
However, that wasn't the case.
It was raw, it was vulgar, and it was emotional. It was a mixed bag that he wasn't prepared for in the slightest. Him and Rachel created a reverence of their own. The activity was pure and intimate, but that didn't hide the fact that what went on between them was absolutely nasty, loud, thrilling, and blood buzzing.
Garfield heard plenty about the art of two bodies acting together— how long sex should last, how men should react, what women should do. He's listened to every over-used myth and hypothesis that there was around sex. The truth is, Garfield never knew how sex was until he experienced it first hand.
Sexual intercourse wasn't simply a dictionary definition.
Sex was sounds, tastes, sights, smells, down to the very thing a person feels. Days after the first coition, Garfield was undergoing an aftermath. His ears rang with Rachel's moans, strings of sweet whimpers, and breathless curses. The texture of her pale, smooth skin lingered on the tip of his fingers, and the intoxicating aroma of lavender refused to give his brain a rest.
Garfield Logan recently joined the student body of Cipes University. He wasn't overly excited, anxious, or prideful over the new beginning in his life. To be frank, the guy was indifferent towards the whole idea. He was attending two to three hour long lectures, dishing in assignments for deadlines, memorizing information for exams, sleeping, and the cycle would continue.
To sum it up, Garfield, like many other students, were spending their money on a business; or what he would call a "scam".
Paying bucketloads of money on higher education just to drown in syllabus instructions and in the end, to feel like he learned nothing at all.
Garfield's roommate, was Rachel Roth.
Rachel had amethyst eyes, a silver complexion, and violet hair. On the wing of her slender nose, she had a ruby stud as a piercing. The girl also had a few tattoos etched across various parts of her body. Her physique was ripe, and crafted into a flawless design.
Rachel was reticent, not readily revealing her emotions or thoughts. She was quiet, and had a seemingly brooding persona. At least, she appeared that way.
The event that transpired nights ago shed a light on Rachel that Garfield couldn't get out of his head.
The walls of the dorm were mottled with colors of sunlight. Garfield twisted on one side, feeling his body starting to wake up. His ears picked up on the sound of light clanging. Rubbing his eyes, the green teen sat up in his bed.
As his vision adjusted, he was able to make out the scene. Rachel was brewing herself a cup of morning tea.
She had on a long-sleeved, black shirt that was cropped above her stomach. Fishnet stocking peeked a bit above the waistband of her pants, and showed through the distressed design at the knees of her dark jeans. Finally, Rachel had black combat boots that didn't go any higher than her ankles.
Garfield muttered, "Good mornin', Rachel."
"Hi." she stirred her tea quietly, taking a sip.
"How are you?"
"Fine. And yourself?"
"I'm alright, thanks."
The pair evaded eye contact, feeling tensity between both of their auras.
Rachel replied, her voice itching with sarcasm, "Good for you."
"Yeah. Where you headed?"
"Class."
"Which class?"
"Mass Media Law, one of the most boring classes I have to take for a Journalism major."
"Really? Why's that?"
"The information is interesting, but how the professor displays it just takes the color out of the painting. He drones on and on with no stop. There's no interaction between us and the material."
"Mm. Sounds like my Chemistry class. My Chem professor's alright, but the content we gotta learn is a pain in the ass. Woo-hoo, Biology major."
"I thought you were a wiz at the sciences."
"I am, but that doesn't mean that the course still can't give me a couple round kicks."
Rachel drank more of her tea, skimming through a novel, "Hm."
Garfield frowned as he observed his roommate. He was well aware, that in the last three months of knowing Rachel, that she was hard to warm up to. Rachel wasn't much of a people person, and Garfield understood that.
He also knew when something was wrong.
"Hey, Rach—"
"I'll see you later. If you leave, don't forget to turn off the lights, turn off any appliances, and lock the door."
Rachel gathered her belongings and left the dorm before Garfield could say goodbye.
Raking his hand through his emerald hair, Garfield exhaled.
Not only was he handling physical debris from that night, but now what happened appeared to throw a wrench between him and Rachel. She seemed irritated, and it was even harder to hold a conversation with her than before. Any time Rachel talked, Garfield could hear a heavy sourness in her voice. Not to mention, Rachel hasn't looked Garfield in the eye since their session.
Straight away, Garfield's phone rang.
Vic, a good friend of Garfield's, was on the other end.
"Y-ello."
"Yo, G. Rich and I are goin' to "Cozy Cottage" for some breakfast. You widdit?"
Garfield pronounced, "Yeah... sure. Fridays are my off day, so I'm down."
"You good, bro? You sound off, like sumn' is botherin' ya."
Garfield paused, a small portion of his action with Rachel replaying in his mind.
"Bro?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm alright. Just um..." he blankly rubbed the back of his neck, thinking of words to say.
"I'm... I'm alright. I'll be down there in a flash. See ya on the first floor."
"As per usual."
Garfield hung up the phone, "K. Bye."
The adolescent took care of his hygiene, then pulled on a casual outfit. He sported a white, graphic tee with Gon and Killua printed on the front, and the Hunter x Hunter logo on the back. He slipped into a pair of dark jeans, whereas only the right leg had a distressed pattern.
Over the t-shirt, he wore a black sweater that had a hood, and several decorative patches stitched right next to his left shoulder. As a finishing touch, Garfield put on blue Vans. Moreover, Garfield spritzed his neck a couple of times with cologne, then checked himself in the mirror. He evened out his hair with one swift motion, then proceeded to tie his shoelaces.
Grabbing his phone, keys, and wallet, Garfield got ready to leave the dorm.
On his way out, he spotted a golden wrapper on the floor, as it just seemed to fall short of the garbage can.
Garfield picked up the foil covering, his mouth sitting in a flat line.
It was a condom wrapper, the top part of it being sloppily ripped in a broken line.
He shook his head, placing the wrapper into its proper place.
As Garfield walked out the door, he was struck once more with the whirlpool of thoughts about Rachel, and what they did together a few nights prior.