Forbidden Fruit and Consequences – Michael

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A loud, thounderous knock on the door distracted Michael from the action on his TV screen. He hit the Pause button on his PS4 controller, slid his cordless headset off his ears to rest on his nape, and granted his roommate entrance by shouting out the permission. Nathan, Michael’s best friend and longtime roommate, opened the door, and started talking in a seeming hurry: “Listen, bro, I gotta hit the road. I won’t be back till, like, nine or so. I know this comes on short notice, but it’s really important. Jessie just texted…” By hearing the name of his besty’s girlfriend, Michael’s mind trailed off to picture her appearance, angelic to his eyes, and soon lost track of his friend’s monologue. Nathan and her had been together before the former and Michael moved into their 800 square feet top-floor apartment with generous southward balcony that overlooked Zürich’s skyline from the very heart of the city. Both being master students affiliated to ETH Zürich – one of the world’s top ten engineering academies according to Times Higher Education World University Rankings – they could consider themselves very lucky to be able to afford an apartment in this select neighborhood of one of the most expensive cities at the time being. Needless to say that Nathan’s uncle being the estate agent of what they called their humble abode had played a substantial role in picking their dwelling place, given the typical Swiss student’s financial situation. As it had so often been the case while listening, Michael lost track of his roomie’s words after a mere few lines, for listening had never been his strong suit. As Nathan proceeded explaining his plans, Michael kept on thinking of Jessica as he so often did. He had, in fact, never been able to listen to anyone for more than barely a few words, let alone complete sentences before losing himself in his own little dream world and being incapable of tracking back the conversation – a flaw that had cost him his one and only serious girlfriend after a few weeks not even worth mentioning, as well as a sheer endless list of potential mating partners. With his abilities to imagine entire standalone universes and to perform exceedingly well in conceiving the most complex computer algorithms from scratch being his only talents – and also being well-aware of his pronounced introversion – he invested a greater effort into his looks. This way, he thought, he would at least make the impression of being a orderly and well-groomed person and show some self-respect. Of course had Michael’s absent-mindedness not passed unnoticed with Nathan. For this reason, the latter used to leave handwritten instructions hanging on the whiteboard they had acquired for communicative purposes mostly. Yet, on this particular day, Nathan was in such a hurry to leave, he had so far not found the time to put his explanations to paper. For this reason, while still rattling down his exact plans for the şişli escort day, in his mind he hoped, he wished, he prayed even his roommate would listen to him this one time. “You got this?” he asked, getting a determined nod as a response. Michael’s reaction put Nathan partly at ease, as the former usually did not react at all. Although not entirely convinced his friend had actually gotten the message, he decided to leave the apartment with his mind still repeatedly expressing its incertitudes. Once alone in his dwelling, Michael tried to reconstruct his besty’s instructions – in vain, of course. Then again, this had never been a particularly outstanding ability of his. This was one of the very few times he cursed himself for his innate lack of genuine interest for other people’s words. He checked the whiteboard for his roomie’s usual note, even, but failed to find it, obviously. Since Nathan used said mean of communication to write any important messages or instructions on, Michael misinterpreted the lack of such as Nathan’s earlier soliloquy not to be all too crucial after all. Little did he know that this decision would set the ball rolling for a chain of unlikely, yet fateful events. Michael headed back to his room, still lost in thoughts about Jessica, Nathan’s girlfriend. Owing to his close to eidetic memory and his ease in handling his imagination, he easily pictured her with all her female appeals in any imaginable stage of being dressed – or not. He couldn’t deny sensing a mutual attraction he shared with this sexy beauty, yet he was all too aware of the prize at stake, should he ever jeopardize not only his roommate’s love life, but also the privileges he benefited from having Nathan as his best friend – their beneficial housing situation not being the only one of them. Still, he knew that, should he ever find himself in this unfavorable situation, being alone with Jessica would eventually lead to the inevitable and unforgivable. How he knew she had a weak spot for him as well, one may ask? Often enough had he observed her throwing unambiguous glances at him; glances that spoke volumes about what the fantasy of her own was picturing for the two of them. Her body language as well signaled a wanton desire growing in her loins when she sheepishly giggled while talking to him, nervously slid her hair out of her face when looking at him or pressed her soft bosom harder than necessary to his chest when hugging him. He knew she was a sucker for the abstracted kind of guy – found his constant dreamy state of absent-mindedness utmost romantic even. More than once had she expressed keen interest in having him show her his very own little – or rather immeasurable – imaginary universe. Never had he quite understood what she found in him, given her boyfriend was smart, kind, good-looking, proved of great manners and had to be an amazing lover, judging from the deafening moans he mecidiyeköy escort caused Jessica to orgasm with. A secret crush, maybe? Who does not have them every once in a while, independently of their current relationship status? His mind still circling around questions, scenarios and balancing their rather questionable likeliness, he tried to resume his ongoing round of Battlefield 4, another of his many talents that were not of significant usefulness in modern competition- and productivity-oriented society. After losing his third round in a row due to dumb mistakes usually only the oh-so-disreputable n00bs were able to pull off, he found himself still distracted by the countless scenarios that filled his otherwise brilliant mind almost without gap. In other words: he had to admit that he had grown a set of affectionate feelings for this particular girl over time the more he thought about her. It was not exactly love, however, for too well did his conscience distinguish between hormonal matters and social boundaries that were not to be overstepped. He shut his PS4 down and put on his favorite record on his antique Lenco 75 his father had bequeathed him. Whenever he seemed unable to keep his mind from drifting away, he would make use of his record player and dig his nose into a book while listening to the soothing sounds of his favorites from his considerable record collection. This being the case rather often, spinning records had become a ritual of almost meditative signification. He grabbed the record, inspected the cover artwork and swiped the few traces of dust off its surface with his bare hand. He let the liner slide from the gatefold cover into his hand, pinched the very rim of the record with two fingers and gently took it out of its liner. With both hands, he carefully placed the small hole over the spindle and let the vinyl disc slide onto the platter. Before elegantly flicking the on-switch, he put on his high-end headphones, and adjusted the volume control wheel on his stereo that predated him by far as the notice made in West Germany so evidently stated . With his thumb, he gently lifted the tone-arm and placed it on the groove, which instantly sent the characteristic crackling any record plays before the beginning of the first song through the headphones. Michael grabbed his copy of Lovecraft’s short story collection about the Call of Cthulhu and threw himself on the bed as the first beats of the slow, yet driving rhythms of the atmospheric sounds that aided him dive ever so deeply into his book’s fantastic universe came to his ears. Lulled by the crystal clear sounds his cordless headset provided, he had completely immersed into his book within seconds. As he read page after page of t his most thrilling work of classic horror literature , he was completely numb to the world outside his solitary shell. Neither did he hear the apartment door being opened, nor the hello that was shouted by a familiar female voice into the void of the hallway of his shared home he so cherished. Since the music was so well arranged on the record that one could not easily make out the transitions between the individual pieces unless one payed great attention to it, the A-side of the record passed without Michael noticing. Oblivious to the long and sudden silence, he finished his chapter to realize his headset was not playing anything but the crackling as well as the periodic bump that signaled the idling cycle at the end of the disc’s groove. He thus got up to flip the record and let the needle trace its B-side. That was when he noticed he needed to use the restroom. His mind still lost in Lovecraft’s fantastic world, Michael slowly went down the hallway, savoring the effect the drawn-out, arching melodies had on his dreamy mind. For this reason, he was too distracted to notice the light that shun through the tiny slit between the bathroom door and its frame, and his headphones did not allow him to hear the low humming of the ventilator – two usually foolproof telltale signs that on any other occasion would have yelled to him not to enter the bathroom, for it was occupied. He grabbed the handle and pushed the door open to find Jessica freeing herself of her clothes, surprised by the unexpected invader. She was unhooking her bra and about to free her, to Michael’s eyes, magnificent breasts from their confinement as the door squeaked open. Caught off guard by Michael’s sudden intrusion, she let her bra slide down her arms and fall on to the pile of clothes that had gathered to her feet before realizing what she was doing, leaving her in nothing but her cotton panties; and these were but a petty excuse for an actual garment. Michael, shocked to have walked in on his roommate’s practically nude girlfriend, had his eyes transfixed to hers. His mind for once blank – yet unable to process the situation – he just stood on the bathroom’s threshold and didn’t as much as even dare to move, nor to speak. He nervously tried to swallow the growing lump in his throat, but failed from having a bone-dry mouth. It began dawning on him, nonetheless, that he found himself in precisely this upmost dangerous situation he dreaded with great fear. Even as Jessica slowly stepped towards him – her facial expression, alike his: non-assignable – and ever so laggardly lifted her hands to his headphones, his eyes did not move from hers. She took his headset from his ears, slowly flipped it and placed it over her own. She felt her ears nestle against the comfortable, soft pads before she as well indulged in the lulling sounds of the music her boyfriend’s roommate chose to listen to. Letting her thoughts drift into the comforting realm of the calming sounds, she pulled Michael close and pushed the bathroom door shut. Encouraged by her gentle pull, he stepped right in front of her close enough to feel the softness of her bare breasts through the fabric of his flannel shirt. He only came to halt as he felt the warmth of her lips radiating on his that were merely inches away.

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