Spoiler; no, he will not end the night in a reverse gangbang. Sorry!

I looked up at the apartment complex. Like any building in Lovus, it was tall as all hell. Besides the ridiculous height, it looked like an average apartment complex. Maybe a bit closer to a fancy hotel? With rooms the size of dormitories? Anyway, my point is it felt out of my pay-grade. I wondered if they designed the building with roommates in mind. Maybe they knew no normal person could afford a place like this.

I took the elevator to the 68th floor. A room with a view will be nice. It was the second to top floor of the complex. The top floor’s button was taped over.

I exited the elevator and walked to the second door in the hallway. I took a nervous breath before knocking. It felt… weird.

I mentioned before that I’m a long-time loser. Friendless virgin. Unpopular dude all around. It should go without saying that I’ve never approached the apartment of any cute girls late at night. What do I do if a sexy, lingerie-clad woman answers? I am not educated to deal with that!

I also didn’t know what I was walking into. Sara mentioned an Ava girl, but I wasn’t sure how many people lived here. What if twenty sexy, lingerie-clad women answer?!

Someone answered the door soon after I knocked. Lucky for me, it was a familiar face.

“Michael! Glad you found the place okay!” I was quickly wrapped in a hug. Sara had caught off guard and I didn’t get a chance to reciprocate the sentiment. Having her breasts pressed against me felt nice though. She was weary a faded t-shirt with an 80s band and some sweatpants. They both hung loose, but in a way that was kind of sexier than if they were form-fitting. Was it bad to think of your roommates like that? Was I supposed to think of Sara as, like, ‘off-limits’ now? I mean, it wasn’t like I had a chance anyway, but it was nice to daydream/ masturbate about.

“Yeah, this building is nice.” I said. What do I say here? I hate being awkward. Fuck.

“Here, come meet the girls, they’re excited to meet you!”

Sara grabbed me by the hand and led me to what I assumed to be the living room. I think in apartments they are called, like, meeting room or some shit? I dunno.

“Hey everyone, so this is Michael! Our new roomie! Here, let me introduce all of you guys; Michael, I mentioned Ava before. She’s a nurse at Lovus Health!”

She gestured to the short-haired girl staring daggers at me. Maybe this was the “spiteful lesbian” type? She was tall and lanky, with a tomboyish style. Pretty, don’t get my wrong, but she also kind of looked like a skeleton with how skinny she was.

Ava grunted and said, “Sara said you got mugged. Fucking pussy. Can you not fucking take care of yourself?”

Sara turned pale. Not with anger, but with… sadness? Embarrassment? Tears formed in her eye, almost as though she was terrified of this reaction.

Wanting to smooth things over before Sara started bawling, I replied, “Yeah, I’m not good at self-defense. I tried to take boxing lessons once but they found me more useful as a punching bag instead.”

Ava didn’t laugh. Sara looked relieved that I wasn’t taking Ava’s words to heart. One girl did find my lame joke impressive. A bubbly blond sitting on the couch started giggling at my self-deprecation.

Sara used the outburst as an excuse to point her out. “That’s Kenzie. They’re from Russia.”

Two quick things were unpacked in my mind. The ‘they’ bit. Non-binary? I’m not a dick or anything, I’m just from a small town that still thought we should bring segregation back. I wasn’t exactly used to the more progressive ways. Again, not judging! Just… new experiences. Secondly, the Russia bit. I found it strange that Ava got introduced by her occupation, and Kenzie got introduced by her country of origin. Again, no judgement; just weird.

Kenzie had tits in-between the size of the other two ladies. Average? I guess? I haven’t exactly had a lot of experience with boobs. She… shit, they had long, flowing blonde hair, and seemed to be someone who would light up any room they walked into.

“Hello there, Michael. Pleasure to meet you.” They smiled at me. I gave a small wave before Sara spoke again.

“Where is Kate? I thought she was home.”

“She went to get dinner.” Kenzie responded.

“What! I thought I was going to cook for Michael.” Sara pouted, pushing out her bottom lip like a cartoon character would.

“You cooked him a dinner last night, remember? This fucker didn’t show up, Kate figured you wouldn’t want to make another.” Ava said, no longer looking at me. She was looking away in the way that wasn’t casual. It was ‘I am purposely looking anywhere but where you are, you piece of shit’.

Sara visible blushed. “H-he didn’t mean to miss out on dinner. I would have cooked again!” She sighed. “Well, Kate is getting dinner, I guess. She’s the last roomie. She is Kenzie’s girlfriend, they share the room next to yours.”

Kenzie gave a devilish grin. “Feel free to tell us if we’re ever too loud. We can get-“

Ava interrupted the steamy lesbian (was it lesbian if they’re non-binary, or is that me being an ignorant asshole again?) gossip. “Shut the fuck up, Kenzie; no one wants to hear you talk about scissoring Kate again.” Kenzie simply stuck her tongue out in response.

Sara didn’t like where this was going, so she quickly took me by the arm again. “Let me show you your room.” She dragged me to the hallway of the apartment. It had two doorways on each side, with one at the end of the hall that I identified as the bathroom.

She pointed to the second door on the left. “This is yours. Feel free to redecorate. It’s all goth-y and stuff because of the previous roomie. We talked about her, right? The gun and all?”

“Uh, yeah, we did.” I still felt like we were being far too casual about a cult-lead suicide. “The decor will be fine, I’m sure; I’m just happy to have a bed.”

Sara looked at me with the pitiful look I’d been seeing a lot from her lately. It tugged at my heart strings. As we got to the door, she stopped without entering. “I’ll let you put your stuff down and get settled some before Kate gets back with dinner.”

“Hey, I’m sorry I missed dinner last night. What did you make? I’m sure it was great.”

She beamed with joy at my question, as though she’d been waiting. “Lasagna. I’ll just have to make it for you some other time.” She gave me another quick hug before going back to the common area with the other two.

I went into the room. “Goth-y” was putting it lightly. I was glad I wasn’t religious, because the floor had a red pentagram still there. Almost everything in the room was black. Anything else was a blood-red. Spooky. The bed looked amazing, and that’s not just because I’d slept on a cold metal floor in my van for months. It was ornate and plush. I threw my small bag full of clothes and my few possessions and jumped onto the bed. Fuck… it was softer than it looked. Before I knew it, I started to fall asleep.

Right before I lost consciousness, I heard a soft voice. It was like someone was directly next to my face. I even felt the cold breath on the side of my face.

“Hey, bro….”

I jumped up, looking around the room; nothing. My heart was beating a mile a minute. What? Did I imagine that?

I almost let out a scream when there was a sudden knock at the door. Sara yelled, “Michael! Kate’s here! We have pizza!”

“I-I‘ll be out in a second!” I called back, hoping the shakiness in my voice went unnoticed.

It was a hallucination of sorts because I’d started to fall asleep, right? I mean… obviously. Yeah. Just a weird brain-fart deal. Yeah.