Try and find Sameera

Crystal and I headed opposite directions down the wide, main hallway of the train car. Since I hadn't seen Sameera at lunch, I decided it was time to see what she was up to.

It didn't take long to get to Sameera's dorm. I knocked on the sliding, metal door and heard movement on the other side. it was only a second before the door slid open just enough to reveal face of the beautiful woman I have ever seen in person.

"Hey Sameera," I gave her a usual friendly smile.

Even though she was scowling, an objectively unattractive face, she still seemed extraordinarily pretty to me. Her big, brown eyes gazed into mine, one of her eyebrows cocked. Her dark, slightly wavy hair flowed down her shoulders, and in the dim hallway lighting her light brown skin made everything about her look darker than usual, giving her a smoky, film noir kind of look.

"I found out who my roommate is," Sameera said, disappointed and a bit sassy, "Careful."

Confused, I opened my mouth to respond before she slid the door open all the way to let me in. Behind Sameera I saw a woman, turned away from me, sitting on the previously unoccupied bed shuffling through her bags. She turned to see who was coming into her room, and it took a millisecond to register that this woman was someone I had known once and had not seen in a very long time. She was Asian, with clear skin and long, incredibly straight jet black hair. It was Ayanna, who I had briefly dated in high school.

"Ayanna?" I asked, smiling incredulously and almost laughing, as if waiting for my brain to think of a reaction that was more appropriate.

"Rowan," she said, her dark eyes not knowing where to look. Her reaction told be that she was uncomfortable and didn't know what reaction to expect from me.

Sameera watched, eyebrows raised and lips pursed, just watching to see how this would play out.

As I remembered, Ayanna was pretty conservative, never okay with having sex or even touching each other's junk under the pants for the month or so that we were together. I did a lot of dry humping that month.

"Good to see you," I said.

She was ditsy, too. Dry hump was pretty much all we did since she could never really hold a conversation. They longer I had known her, the clearer it became that she had few opinions, morals, or even original thoughts.

"Is it?" she asked skeptically, "I thought... Cuz like, you know?"

But she was hot. She was thin, (but not too thin,) but despite this had a proportionately small waist and wide hips, not to mention a pair of breasts that seemed like they were almost too big for her chest in diameter. They were plump and firm, and I was surprised to find how easy it was to recall the hours of fondling Ayanna's tits as I kissed her practiced lips.

"Yeah," I smiled, "You look great by the way." Her face lit up in a wide smile and she even let out a small, relieved giggle.

"Good!" she said too loudly, "I wasn't sure if you'd still be mad at me."

I hadn't even broken up with her for any of these previously mention reasons. We broke up when she went with a friend's family to New York City and given a boy she had just met a drunk hand job. It was mutual, but I was pissed for a while, not to mention a little humiliated that I wasn't the one to have dumped this dumb girl straight-away.

"We're good," I said without much enthusiasm, and we exchanged an awkward hug. While the gesture for me was emotionless, I will admit that having {an ex}'s breasts pressed up against me, (as usual, she was acting just a bit too enthusiastic,) felt pretty good. Sameera just smirked.

"Ok, well, I have to go. I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend somewhere," said Ayanna.

"Is that why you weren't here last night?" I asked intrusively. Ayanna blushed and shook the question off. She strode towards the dorm's open door.