The first thing I remember is being on old-school roller skates, heading to campus for a lecture. It started with being a couple blocks away. I turned a corner (to the right), onto a street that went into the campus, then made a left. I was comfortable on the skates — they seemed to get a smooth roll over the street surface, sidewalks, walking paths, etc. Then suddenly the street and sidewalks were damp like it had either rained or maybe sprinklers were running which spilled water onto the street and walkway surfaces. I noticed the wheels were pink, btw, a bit more feminine than would normally suit my taste, but I figured it may have been some kind of left-over 90’s neon-color fad, so it warranted some benefit of doubt I suppose. I took a turn a bit too fast which caused the wheels to slip out and led to my feet going sideways out from under me, and that resulted in a pretty well-composed fall; my butt hit the ground and I skidded along in a like a half-seated/half-upright position. I got up quickly and just kept going, not injured, not overly embarrassed.
As I got closer to the lecture hall buildings I began thinking about which particular building I was looking for, and for which class I was trying to attend. I knew it was a history class, and then realized this was a case of where I had probably skipped some lectures and was behind on the reading, and now it was getting closer to the end of the term, so I’d have to get focused and organized and probably do some cramming in the coming couple weeks. I anticipated the reading for this class would be mostly the dry, text-book stuff, but I was pretty sure I could still make a good grade by getting back in the saddle. So I specifically remember the building I was looking for was Bunche Hall (at UCLA, the “Center for African American Studies”, located in the North Campus), which had several lecture halls and offices that I frequented throughout my humanities coursework while there. So I sort of checked to the right, then found the desired building on the left. There was a row of three doors which led to individual lecture rooms; I didn’t recall at first which one I needed. I knew for sure it wasn’t the one in the middle, since it was smaller than the two on each end. For some reason I thought to just be thorough and check the one further away first, so I went to the third room’s door, which was up some stairs.
I looked in, saw a figure drawn on the chalkboard of that familiar equilateral triangle within an equilateral triangle, making 5 total triangles, and just knew it was a math class. So I turned around quickly; while walking away a girl popped out who I didn’t recognize and asked me if I was sure I hadn’t found the right place. I guess she may have wanted me to stick around just for personal reasons. So I went out and around, again skipping the middle door, then went to the hall on the left side. I first went up into an elevated area, which I figured was for the balcony level, and met some French-style doors that had glass panes that diffused the light and an amber glow coming from behind. I tried to go in but the doors were locked, and just remember making an audible sound which I hoped did not disturb whatever was going on inside. So I went back out and down to the main level door, entered, saw that it was relatively full, but the lecture had not yet begun. I found a seat pretty close to the back — I’d guess 20 rows in front and 5 behind; it was next to a girl who I thought seemed pretty cute and charming, a stroke of good luck I guess. She was immediately to my right, then there was a guy with her who I assumed was her boyfriend; he sat on the other side of her.
Suddenly it was into the lecture and the professor posed a multiple choice question to the class, asking for our belief about the reason for whatever phenomenon he was describing. The first answer choice was ‘excessive debt’, the second was ‘deficit spending’. Most of the class raised their hands for the first choice, including the boyfriend. It was only myself and this girl right next to me, and maybe one other person in the room who went up for the second choice. I’m not sure we ever heard the third option. So that led to a bit of a special moment for this girl and me where we suddenly felt that ‘kindred spirit’ vibe, then I suddenly realized we were leaning into each other with our shoulders, and that was totally comfortable I guess. Suddenly then she started rubbing around my leg casually, then seemed to get closer to my dick. I was trying to play it cool and figure out what was happening, like wasn’t she involved with this other guy, etc? But it just became obvious she really wanted my dick, and then the ‘boyfriend’ noticed what she was doing, and then he suddenly wanted to do a comparison, so he pulled his pants down and his dick was out too. I caught a glimpse and I’d say it was comparable to mine, maybe just a bit less. I wasn’t sure where he was really ‘at’ other than my sense was that he was in some kind of ‘boytoy’, so he was going to accept whatever this girl wanted without much fight; he’d rather just go along with the hope of getting something rather than nothing, so he was willing to make nice-nice with whomever she expressed interest in.
The girl just stood up and announced I had what she wanted — which caused the whole lecture to pause and a bunch of heads turned to observe us. I felt like this had become a bit of an uncouth distraction, so I gestured toward the professor with my hand out, palm up, pointing down, while also tilting my head forward, to invite him to continue. So then the girl decided to sit in my lap. She either had a backless shirt on, or maybe no shirt at all; I could see her whole back had a large colorful tattoo; it was pretty. I didn’t get to inspect it carefully, but just remember it had a combination of leopard prints and some natural landscape elements, so there was some green, gold, and also turquoise. I just was holding her hips as she was sitting there, leaning forward, so I got a pretty good sense of her fitness, muscle tone, etc; I was pleased enough, having a pretty good idea about what potential was looking to be likely revealed later. So then the three of us were hanging out after class, maybe back at the dorms. I just remember the boytoy asking me a question about my major. He had a high-pitched voice which seemed a bit odd, like was he under stress or was that his normal tone? I thought for a moment and realized I hadn’t declared yet, so said probably History, but maybe Data Science though.
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