My name is Alex Garfield, and I am twenty-five years old, currently in my final year in the university. Studying automobile engineering because I had dreams of becoming an automobile engineer, just like my dad.
Even though it was all his idea and not mine to becoming that.
I have learned to give up on my actual dream, which was becoming a musician and followed my father's dream.
He had this pride when it comes to a science profession or course and being his only child, he wanted to use me as a bait for his legacy.
The only one supporting my dream was my aunt. She never got the chance to actualize hers, which was becoming an artist. This had hurt her so badly, and so she wanted my case to be different.
My parents felt such gifts were never honored as occupations.
Having grown up with them, my parents killed her only desire to become that artist.
They told her that girls weren't meant to draw. Ridiculous right?
Aunt Mia was asked to focus on becoming a lawyer instead, which she is now.
My dad had always been the serious type since I knew him. Despite being in his 50s, he acted the same way as in his 30s.
Chris was the only reason I took a second look at the engineering course in the first place.
I remembered vividly, I had made up my mind to follow my heart's desires, after failing engineering course once. But after seeing how serious this guy was and how he praised the course so much, I fell in love with it. And that was when I made Chris my friend.
For four years now, Chris and I have been best of friends. Although that was what people saw us as. But the truth was that, our friendship was based on a deal that I would have to pay Chris monthly for his assistance to me. I never failed in my part, and neither did he to his.
We started that way for a few months or exactly a year until we became actual friends. That was how Chris cut the deal off, and I was free to depend on him whenever it demands.
Last year's Christmas season, Chris was kicked out of the house by his landlord, who complained of his incapability to pay his three months house rent.
Having pity for the one I called my friend, I took him in, and we started living together ever since.
It has been seven months since we lived together and believe me, we are entirely different in nature.
I used to be the playboy, always trooping in with ladies attached to my body, or my lips, while Chris used to be the holy boy. Always on his books or creating a new project or working on an old one.
I was lazy and possessive, knowing well I owned the house. Even at that, Chris wasn't one to be intimidated, he would always turn the table around.
Sporadically I admitted it, jokingly to his face, that I hated him. And unfortunately, he would say the opposite to me, to leave me upset.
Both of us being boys, at least we had something in common. We were both bad at keeping the house clean. Cloths were always at each corner of the house, and erotic magazines floated around like though it was a porn house.
Even though Chris was always disgust by this, he couldn't help but bear it.
After all, I noticed the thing in between his legs gave an arousal any time he sees the erotic magazine.
It was hard to see a holy boy such as Chris reacting intensely to porn, I term his kind as holy pretenders.
It was difficult for me to identify what Chris was truly like? For he spoke little about himself and nothing about his family.
One would even wonder what he likes or dislikes were. Do he even have families?
I wonder whether he is into women or not?
It just hard to figure him out.
Ever since Chris packed into my apartment, I have increased my habits of not going to class.
In fact, I never miss a friday at the clubs.
So it was on this faithful friday, I snuck into the club to have my usual treat.
I bought a booze from the bar and sat there to drink it.
I was having a lovely moment with the bar counter who kept telling me stories about his girlfriend.
Most of the stories were related to sex that I got interested immediately and wanted to try it.
A moment later, my favorite song came to play.
The lyrics would never leave my head, "Shape of You by Ed Sheeran".
My eyes suddenly stumbled upon the most beautiful girl in the planet.
Bella Morgan, she's got it all; The perfect shape, the adorable eyes, long hair, seductive lips.
Man! she's a beauty to behold.
I could feel my dick erect.
Although it was stiff, but it kept on stretching for a mate.
I have never felt this way before. The strong connection I was feeling seems so natural.
I was restless within me, my legs staggering as though I had weight on them.
Her every moves gets me in an uneasy spot. She was perfect as the song said.
I felt an urge to have her but was too shy to go for it.
"You should go out there and join her. Take her to bed" the bartender spoke to me.
It was as though he read my expressions.
"Would she give in?" I spoke afraid.
"Of course! It's her job to satisfy her customers" the bartender admitted.
Without out wasting much time, I did as the bartender instructed.
I rushed to the podium where Bella was displaying her dance.
I began slowly and then suddenly, I grabbed her by the waist.
Bringing my body close to hers, she began whining her butt on my groin.
"Gosh! That felt so pleasant.
I wanted more, I was already losing it.
I began ejaculating even before thinking of sex.
She dragged me into a room where the real action began.