Window Eyes, Window Heart, Window Mind: Chapter 1.2


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My first year of college flew by.  I guess it’s because I always had something to do.  My major was Chemistry and I was taking a full load of classes.  I also worked twenty hours a week as a receptionist in the Chemistry Department on campus. Although I had a lot of homework and work took up a lot of my time, I still managed to have fun with my friend Crystal. 




I met Crystal during my first semester through my roommate, Shante.  Crystal and Shante knew each other from Del Sol Valley, where they both grew up, although they never really liked each other. 






Initially, Shante and I hung out, but we didn’t have much in common, aside from being two of the few African Americans in our dorm.  She was my exact opposite.  She was always getting her hair and nails done, and couldn’t understand why I cared less about my nails and kept my hair simple.  Her French and black background combined made her very pretty with smooth cocoa butter-colored skin and long wavy hair.  The only problem was that she wore a lot of makeup and thought that stuffing her size 38D breasts and booty into the smallest shirt and pants made her more attractive.  She was what brothas called a “high maintenance girl.”  Shante would never consider talking to a dude who drove a car that wasn’t up to her standards.  She often criticized me, because - well I didn’t care what a dude drove as long as he had a car.







             Shante was also very promiscuous.  By the second week of school, she was already bringing guys up to the room for sex.  She didn’t care whether I was in the room or not.  Her first conquest was Patrick who lived upstairs.  I had gone to bed and was asleep when she and Patrick quietly came into the room.  Suddenly I was awakened by her squeaking bed.  I was too shocked and embarrassed to do anything, so I pretended to be asleep for a while. 







The squeaking was accompanied by other sex noises and moaning.  I couldn’t take anymore, so I closed my eyes and got up.  I left the room, closed the door and went into the bathroom.  After waiting five minutes, I went back to the room.  Shante and Patrick were gone. 






The next day I confronted Shante about it. 
“Shante, we are both adults and we have to live together.  But we also have to be considerate of each other.”
“I think we do a good job of that.”
“Yes, but I wasn’t comfortable with what happened last night.”
“Yeah, but this is my room too.  I should be able to bring somebody up here if I want to.”




 “Well, I was embarrassed by it.  If you want to bring somebody up here, let me know ahead of time and I’ll find somewhere else to be.”

“OK.  That works.”

             I was satisfied with the arrangement.  It worked out for about a week. 





             The next Saturday night, I was once again asleep when she came in.  This time she and Patrick woke me up right away.  It wasn’t long before I heard slurping sounds.  I happened to be turned towards Shante’s bed and could see her down on her knees between Patrick’s legs.  I was very embarrassed.  I decided to embarrass them.  I once again closed my eyes and got up.  The slurping stopped. 




I left the room, but this time I didn’t close the door.  I left it wide open so that anyone who passed by could look right into the room.  Anyone who has lived in a dorm in college knows that on Saturday night, someone is always up partying...so someone was bound to see Shante and Patrick. 



I stayed in the bathroom for about five minutes before returning to the room.  Patrick and Shante were once again gone.  After that, Shante spent a lot less time in our room at night and a lot more time in Patrick’s room.  I guess Patrick’s roommate enjoyed his free late-night peep shows. 

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