This sucks, still. Well at least you have some booze now. Though if you drink, it will make you not think about Her, but right now you want to. Yes it hurts, but it helps bring some semblance of closure.

Of course if you just think about the bad, then it is going to get progressively worse. Then again, if you think about the good, then it is just going to hurt because those times are now gone.

Hurt now or hurt later?

Shit. Well the hurt later can be lessened with booze, so you might as well think about the good times and start drinking.

You take a swig.

...

This sucks. Homework sucks. Why can't something more interesting happen.

You are sitting at the foot of your bed, laptop in lap, typing away. She is at the head of your bed, Her laptop in lap, typing away. She is so beautiful, you can't help but stare.

You need to concentrate. You sort of fucked up last semester, so you need to make sure you keep yourself on track this semester. School is very important, if you fuck this up you can kiss you dreams and life goodbye. So stop staring at Her.

Type, type, type, type, type, fuck.

You cannot possibly concentrate with her in front of you. You picture yourself by Her side. Her head an inch from yours. Both of you breathing softly, slowly getting closer. Your lips lock. The image replays itself again and again in your head. You stare at your screen, but cannot think of anything but the image.

You shake your head. Type, type, type. You shake your head again. Something has to work. You have a request.

"Kiss me."

She looks bewildered, "what?"

"Kiss me. I can't stop thinking about it, I can't focus. So please, kiss me so I can concentrate."

"No, just do you work."

Fuck. Whatever, it was worth a try. You look back down and attempt again to focus. The flat rejection actually helps a bit. You start typing again and get much further in your assignment than you ever would have hoped just a few minutes ago. You look up and notice She is staring at you.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Uh, okay."

You continue working, typing away at that keyboard. You are working, well not hard, but you are actually working, which is a significant departure from your usual habits. Your mind seems somewhat clear, while the image is still present you managed to suppress it enough to focus. You just type, type, type - She leans in and kisses you on the cheek.

You are bewildered, "what was that?"

"Nothing, just do your work."

"Okay, no, you can't just do that and leave it at that, especially when you do it like that."

"No, do your work."

You shift to the head of the bed and sit next to Her.

She continues looking at Her screen, "what?"

"You really think I am going to go back to doing my work after that."

"Yes, I do."

You stare at Her with a look. You're not entirely sure what the look comes off as, but you like to think it comes off as a 'I despise what you are doing and am attempting to see through your charade.' Then you do go back to work. You manage to kiss Her on the lips briefly before the night continues.

The rest of the day flows as usual. You and Her hang out with your friends. You go to dinner. You laugh and enjoy the fun times. Then you wind up back in your room, alone with Her. You both are sitting on your bed, just lying with each other. She turns and looks at you. You lean in and kiss Her.

She gets in close. You wrap your arms around Her. Your lips lock and continue to wrap around each other. Things get heated, though clothes stay on. You remember something stimulating, not that you don't have a raging erection, but you remember something to stimulate Her. You reach up into the back of her shirt and run you fingernail down her spine. She shivers and moans faintly.

You continue the embrace, periodically running your finger down Her spine or reaching down and grabbing Her ass. You don't know how much time passes, between the kissing the just lying in each others arms, but it does and it is getting late and you both have class in the morning. So you walk Her back to Her room. Once you get there though, you see that Her roommate isn't there.

You walk in there with Her, walking over was pretty uncomfortable since you still have an erection, but no one but Her noticed. You embrace Her, for a hug, and move for the kiss goodbye. Then you get into it. You both are standing, but you don't notice. Then She does something you have never experienced before. While kissing you, She latches on to your lower lip, sucking it into her mouth while gently biting down on it.

Holy shit that feels good. Your eyes roll back into your head and you get weak in the knees.

"Oh my god that feels amazing."

She smiles at you seductively, "I know."

She goes back at it. You return the favor, though it is clear to you that She likes doing it to you more than She likes getting it done to Her. You think. You're not totally sure, so you make sure you do it to Her as well. This continues. You have no idea how much time has passes, only that it has been amazing. You glance down at the clock.

Fuck. It's one thirty and you have class in six hours. You should have never looked at that fucking clock.

"I have to go, I have class."

"I know."

You start to leave, "no fuck that I don't want to go."

You kiss Her again.

"Fuck, I have to go."

"So go, stop coming back."

You sigh, "Okay I will see you tomorrow."

"Bye," she smiles and watches you leave.

You wander back to your room. By the time you reach it, your erection has finally subsided. Holy shit, you had that for what, four hours? Damn, that has never happened to you before. Now something feels strange within your balls. You plop onto your bed, then it happens.

FUCK!

Holy fucking shit!

Your balls feel like someone lit them on fire. You have no idea what is happening or why. All you know is it fucking hurts. You roll around in intense pain, holding your balls as you do.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Your roommate is confused at your actions. He just returned from wherever he was.

"Fuck, it feel like someone lit my fucking balls on fire."

"Dude that sucks."

"I know."

You continue to roll around in pain for about twenty minutes. When the pain subsides you finally realize what it was. Blue balls. Blue fucking balls. You got fucking blue balls, you didn't even know that it actually exists, let alone you would ever get it. Well now you know.

...

You laugh to yourself. You had forgotten about the blue balls fiasco and the first kiss thing happened in the same night. That did suck, but it did leave you with a funny story to tell.

You tear up slightly. You really miss those times. They were amazing. There is nothing you can do about it now though. You put the bottle away and get ready for bed. Perhaps tomorrow you can work on changing your life for the better, but for now all you can do is sleep.