"Ant!?" I looked up at my blank computer screen to see the reflection of my best friend slash roommate crash through my bedroom dorm door, out of breath, heaving over and over trying to find air from who knows where. "Listen, bro, look, holy fuck man." I put my pen down and turned my body so my chair and myself could face him.
"You ran in here like somebody got shot Phoebus." I pointed out. "What's going on bro?" I asked. He finally recovered his breath and with a loud "PHEW!" He smiled and closed the door behind him.
"Okay Ant listen up. It's time for you to finally get a girlfriend!" I rolled my eyes at this.
"Phoebus..." I pinched my forehead and continued. "You know how I am with women. I... don't like a lot of them." I said, which I am pretty sure I said over a thousand times. Phoebus, folded his arms and walked up to me.
"Get up bro and follow me." I chuckled and stood up. We both walked out of my room then made a right and headed into the bathroom. The dorm room we had was one of the "upper rooms." We both worked for it and saved money over the years and... aid of course. Being in the upper class of dorms we had a very spacious room with all the fancy shit... nice kitchen, a bathroom with two sinks and toilets (separated of course) two rooms with a living room in the middle. Both of our bedrooms had windows to see the college campus in full.
It was nice.
We stood in front of the big rectangle mirror... dejavu. I bet he is going to start the bullshit spe-
"See look at us!" Oh brother. "Look at you, curly hair with an all around temp fade, earrings, six feet like me, some facial hair, simple ass black clothes that look good, fresh white sneakers, brown skin... If I was gay I would definitely hit that." This actually made me laugh. Even though he can get really cynical sometimes about life he can crack a good joke every now and then.
"Now look at me, six feet, deep ass blue eyes, from the fucking freljord with snow white skin and athletic as hell." He pointed out.
"Skinny too." I said. He smiled and waved his hand at me.
"I'll rather be skinny than a fat ass like you." I gave him a confused look and pulled my shirt up.
"How is this fat? I weigh at least two-ten! I am just not toned like you, ole bruce lee lookin ass boy." I said. I hit my belly to prove a point. "See no waves!" We both laughed as he continued praising himself.
"See I got style though, black Adidas tracksuit, brown hair, white sneakers, this shiny watch, earr-" I cut him off here, he was not about to take credit for that.
"Yeah, I started the earrings homie. You saw how good I looked so you just had to copy them." I explained. He put his hands in the air in surrender.
"Shit you right, but guess what? Who gets the most women? Exactly." I ignored his statement as he pointed at the door. We walked out the door and went back to my room. "So look, the reason why I rushed here is to let you know we are invited to this house party hosted by the Ionian dorms. Everyone is going to be there. So it's time for you to take a break from getting good ass grades to finally getting some pussy." He said with this dumbass smile.
"You dragged me to some shit again huh? Look, I don't like parties. You know that. Also if we we are only going there to get ass why not just-" This time he cut me off.
"Nah fuck that, you are my homie. I saw the way you be moping around here. It's time for you to get a girl." I tried to say something but he cut me off again.
"Also don't start that tomboy shit." Damn I hate it when Phoebus knows what I am about to say. "Yeah bro, I know what exactly your ass was about to say. Give up on them. Most of them are lesbians, hell most of them you don't even see walking around here. Shit they don't exist." I scoffed and pinched my forehead. Now here goes with this shit again. "Time to get some real women." He said.
Wait hold up.
"Don't you like Akali?" Checkmate.
"Uhhh... She isn't a tomboy! She is just athletic like me." I smiled and stood up.
"Nah man, she likes all the shit you like, basketball, football, video games, yeah all that boyish shit." To drill his ass further I pulled up more facts. "Oh and she is going to that party right? Yeahhhhhh she is from Ionia!" I snapped my fingers. His face looked defeated.
"All right fine, but what you like is far different then what I like. You want a girl to pretty much whoo you. You want her to come up to you, spit game and take you home. Listen man, that shit don't exist." He said trying to clap back.
"Well look, I find that shit attractive. Regular girls, models, or even the baddest woman out there I don't like bro. You know that. I like boyish women man. I can't help it." Phoebus put his hand up and slowly backed up.
"All right all right. Look at least think about going to party with me though. You know I like to include my best friend. At least do it for me." I chuckled and patted his shoulder.
"What you are saying is, you are going to get drunk and need a driver." We both laughed at my joke as we changed the subject.
I like tomboys. I can't help it. I don't know when this fetish started but it had to be some secret shit my brain kept deep down. The thought of a woman dressing boyish coming up to me, taking me home, and fucking me? It sounds like a damn fantasy. Now don't get me wrong there are women who do it but I want the whole thing. I want her to like the shit I like, have a mindset different from a standard girl, rough, and takes charge.
I have become so obsessed with what I like that it's hard to like any other type of girl. I went on dates and couldn't even make it through to the fun part... I was so unattracted that I barely make it to the second date. Even if I do make it to sex... I couldn't even cum. What turns me on? I want it rough. I want her to make me scream, growl etc. I want her to make my pleasure unreal.
Phoebus is right though... I only see these girls on sports teams like basketball or delinquents that attend the school. I hate it... most of them are lesbians and I can even say I am a little jealous of it. Still... I know a woman out there exists. I have so many drawings, manga, that I made putting my fantasy to work. I even published them online and man... I got a shit ton of views. People really like the story of a woman sweeping a man off his feet. It isn't normal at all but that's why people like it so much.
"Phoebus, I am going outside to the stadium. I actually want to draw outside for once." I told him as we walked down the steps to the first floor of the main building.
"Okay. Text me when you are done, I am dying for some chinese food tonight." We did our dumbass signature handshake and parted ways. I walked outside and the fall air hit me good. It was warm, it was around four o clock so the temperature wasn't too hot out. The sky was dark blue with some clouds in the sky. I took my time walking to the football stadium just to enjoy the scenery around me.
Once I got to the stadium I walked in, went to the middle of the rock row seats and sat down. I pulled out my pencil and sketch book and looked around to draw. I drew random things, the sky, the stadium itself, the scoreboard, the field...
Something caught my eye.
I was so into the scenery around me that I didn't notice the students on the football field. They were playing two hand touch football and from the look of it, it seemed competitive. I watched as this woman... she was playing as a receiver. I heard the quarterback say hike and she fucking took off. She burned the guy who was her matchup. She caught the ball and ran into the endzone.
She slammed the ball down and did the the dance the dougie, while her teammates gave her a high five. She walked back as all of them switched sides. She was now on defense with the same matchup. I watched as the ball was hiked, she stayed with her matchup but somehow watched the ball at the same damn time. She read where it was going and swatted it away before the other guy caught it.
She was a fucking monster.
I HAVE TO DRAW THIS WOMAN.
I got up, got a little closer, sat down and flipped to a new page. I tried my best to watch her without looking like a creep but I know I was failing. I caught myself staring at her so many damn times that I know she had to notice. Still I had to draw her.
Her hair was shaved in the back but had this bang in the front. Her hair color was reddish? Pink? I'll just call it red. Her skin color was white, tattoos coming from her back to her neck I think... it looked like gears. She had a small nose piercing on her nose, a small tattoo on the right side of her cheek that read "VI". Is that her name? She had these bandages that wrapped her arms up with more tattoos on her arms. She was wearing this white t-shirt that fit her body-
She pulled up her shirt to dry away the sweat on her forehead.
SHE HAS FUCKING ABS.
All i could think about was spongebob in my ear "WRITE THAT DOWN! WRITE THAT DOWN!" My face heated up from seeing her body but I had to keep drawing her. I looked saw that she had on these striped red and black sweat pants that didn't show off her ass or legs. Lastly she has on some old white sneakers. I finished drawing her and looked at my art.
This will be my presentation for my project next week. Thank god I don't have to present this. I never drew someone so damn good man... I got up, took one more look at this woman... and left.
"So you're telling me, this woman that you drew, that looked this sexy, was playing football with some dudes, and she was killing it?" Phoebus asked me while ripping open a soy sauce packet.
"Bro, yes. Thanks to your shit talking you made her come into existence. I was blushing looking at her." I said. Phebus raised an eyebrow at me as he mixed his fried rice up with his spoon.
"Listen man, I have told you multiple times. She's gay. She has to be. She was playing football with dudes." I opened my box of chicken fried rice and pointed at the white plastic bag.
"One give me some duck sauce. Two Akali plays basketball with dudes. Is she gay?" I asked, once again checkmate with a big smile on my face.
"All right fine. Look since you are my homie, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. I think this woman will be the woman of your dreams. Hell if you are luckyyyy..." Oh fuck, he is going to- "She might be at the party that we are going to."
Damn it.
"Fine man. I'll go to that shit. In the meantime... I gotta keep drawing her." I said as I mixed up my rice with my spoon. Phoebus turned on the flat screen and switched to the app Hulu.
"Futurama?" He asked me. I shook my head yes as I took a spoonful of rice into my mouth. He switched to a random episode as we ate our food.
Welcome to I Like Boyish Girls 2! Thank you for reading chapter 1! I got a hell of a story to tell and I want to thank you all for being apart of it. Thank you again for reading!