Reminiscing on those closest

The cold water washed over his face; it was painful, but the water did its job in waking him up.

He still can’t believe that Vi is his girlfriend, he feels so incredibly lucky, hell, she came up to him, wearing such a normal outfit, but she looks like an angel to him. He was shocked then, her several suitors were shocked, but Erik was overjoyed, he had been crushing on her, and it was such a relief to find out that she felt the same.

He runs his hands through his wet blonde hair, pushing it back out of his face. He glances down at himself, toned body, pretty large impressive cock, definitely satisfying Vi, no complaints from her. He laughs to himself.

He closes his eyes, mind still on Vi.

Loyal, Beautiful, and confident. Vi is what many would call the perfect girlfriend. Outgoing enough for the both of them, she had asked him out after only a few days of flirting, and 10 months on, she clearly knew something not even Erik was aware of.

The trust between them blossomed quickly, Vi was explicit in her reasoning for why she’d moved across the country to attend university.

Her overbearing, controlling, borderling emotional abusive father.

She had applied for a scholarship behind his back, and when she got the offer, she accepted without a second thought, told her father, and hightailed it out of his house. She neglects to acknowledge that his silence may be more of a danger than not.

Vi like Erik, is mostly inexpereinced. She had two boyfriends in her younger years. On the other hand, she doesn’t count, since they were in junior high and did nothing more than hold hands with and kiss on the cheek. The second, her serious final year of high school boyfriend, was many of her firsts. But she ended up leaving him, when he started to become arrogant and douchey to her, evidently, giving her too much of the same vibe her father has.

Vi is incredibly supportive, and is willing to try, and experiment in every facet of her shared life with her new boyfriend, Erik.

Now her best friend, Ari. Even when mentally picturing her, Erik can only see her flipping him off.

Cheeky, teasing, and insanely flirty. Ari upon meeting Vi, instantly corrupted her with her party girl antics. They allegedly met on orientation week, and Ari had grabbed Vi by the arm and stated that Vi had finally met her best friend for life. And, she might’ve not been wrong. Second year of uni, and they’re still best friends, doing almost everything together, Ari has become a constant presence in Vi’s life, and dating Vi means having to get along with Ari, which Erik is 95% sure he does.

Contrary to Vi. The short green-haired girl is a lot more free and experienced with her body. Not a slut by any means, but she’s a free spirit, and she takes what she wants, squeezing it tight with both hands to keep it or them in her possession. Despite it all, and despite drunkenly admitting to the couple (and then doubling down when sober) she finds both members of the couple incredibly sexy, and if the situation was right, she’d pounce on them both. Lately, Erik has noticed that Ari and Sai seem to be talking a lot more, he suspects something is going on between them.

Oh right! Sai, his own version of Ari, except a man, and tall, and bald, and muscular….

Erik’s best friend since high school, inseparable in their time, but they drifted away when Sai’s parents moved him to a different state. But by an insane stroke of luck, they somehow found themselves in the same dorm in the same university. On that day when Erik walked into the room and instantly recognised his friend, the friendship began again, their banter and flow moving as if the friendship never ended, instantly heading out to a local soccer game to drink, eat and catch up.

Sai is rich as hell and was only assigned to Erik’s dorm as a formality imposed by the University, he instead lives in an apartment 20-odd minutes away from the dorm,

Sai and Erik are kind of scarily similar, almost the same taste in video games, sports, movies, and most importantly, women.

Erik steps out of the shower, dries himself off, pulls his outfit on and takes a glance at himself in the mirror as he turns to walk out of the bathroom. He’s pretty good looking, filled out from his slim build. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and usually pretty confident.

Erik’s younger years was somewhat tumultuous. But… We don’t need to get into that. Erik would rather focus on the now afterall.

The sparknotes version is that his mother is basically dead, and his father passed awya when he was a teenager. He grew up with his step-mom and step siblings.

He got into this uni by the skin of his teeth, completely on his own merit.

“Your dad would be so proud of you!!” (Stm} had whsipered when he got the admittision letter.

Erik grins in the mirror, adjsuting his outfit, he heads out of his dorm room, on his way to meet his perfect, slightly new girlfriend.