I'm sorry for being a bitch. | 2016

I rent a room in an old three-story house along with several other college students. There are only two rooms in the attic, one is mine, and the other is currently rented by a new freshman since last August. Let’s name him, Nerd. That’s what I call him anyway. He’s kind of an awkward guy and I never really respected him.

As you guys probably know, it was the Superbowl last week and we threw an insane party. Everyone got drunk and near the end of the party we decided to play Truth or Dare when there was only about 14 people left. Unfortunately, one drunk guy decided to have Nerd join in as well.

So we played Truth or Dare and the typical perverted shenanigans ensued. When it was Nerd’s turn to spin the bottle, it landed on me, and I decided to pick dare. “Oohhhh, sheeeeet!”, “Tell her to suck your dick”, “Tap that ass mothafuckaaaaa”, etc. etc. Those were just some of the comments that all the drunk clowns suggested to Nerd.

Nerd was all red and nervous and finally blurted out “I dare you to strip naked.”

Everybody cheered but for some reason I erupted and just decided to berate Nerd. “Hell no. Go fuck yourself kid. How about you move the fuck out instead. Nobody here likes you. Oh damn, maybe I should have picked ‘Truth’ instead cause I just dropped a big one.”

Everyone laughed it off but it was obvious that I hurt him.

Throughout the week I noticed that Nerd always had his door shut. This was strange because he never does that. He has lived here for over 6 months now and he always keeps his door open even when he sleeps.

I knew that this was my fault and I started to feel really guilty for it. So on Thursday, I knocked on his door and decided to see what was up. “Hey. I noticed that you’ve been locking yourself in there. Are you alright?”… “It’s my fault isn’t it?”… “Listen, I apologize for yelling at you like that. None of what I said is true. I promise.”

He assured me that I didn’t do anything wrong. “Everything is cool, don’t worry about me. I should be the one apologizing cause I dared you to do that you know.”, he said.

And for the first time ever, I gave him a hug, then left.

The next day his old habit of leaving the door open has returned.

What I decided to do next is still very puzzling to me. Maybe it’s because I will be graduating in 3 months and moving very far away? Maybe it’s because I really wanted to pay for my sins? Maybe I’m just kinky and wanted to submit to a man. I haven’t had a boyfriend in a year. So maybe that’s why?

Here’s a re-enactment of what I did on Friday night: http://imgur.com/a/uOKgy

I stripped naked and walked into his room.

“Hey… you wanted me strip naked for you right? Happy?”… “Listen, I’m sorry for being a bitch.”… “If you ever need anything, just let me know.”

I turned around and walked back to my room. He was speechless.

Saturday was unbelievably tense and awkward. In a good way. We were hanging out with the other tenants downstairs and my attitude is more accommodating now. I’m glad I did it and I’m excited to see what’s gonna happen next.

EDIT: Tried to add a F/M tag in the title. Can't figure out how. So sorry.