Anandi (Episode one).

 (Fall, 1992) Raquel moved the site for the African American Association meeting to her dorm room to give me the information she wants on the Statewide Jam flyers I’m to design. You know, I’ll do almost anything for that sister. She is one of the only black students at this university that is open minded enough to understand and accept me for who I am instead of thinking that I’m supposed to be a carbon copy of all the other shiftless, brain dead, corn-fed, livestock mentality-having negroes on campus. “Hey, Romulus , come on in, man, and have a seat!” Said, Raquel, in her usual energetic way, as she motioned for me to sit over at the dinner table where the paperwork is located. The living room area was very neat and well-balanced, almost like a person’s home. “Shoot, your mama sholl’ raised you right!” I told Rachel as I looked around her apartment. “Oh shut up, boy, you so crazy!” She said as she walked into the kitchenette. “Would you like something to drink?” She asked. “Sure, what ya got?” I responded as I looked over the paperwork on the table. “I got orange juice, apple juice, water, and a lil’ Boone’s Farm.” She emphasized the Boone’s Farm as if she was reminiscing over whatever occasion she cracked the bottle of Boone’s for. “I’ll have apple juice.”

A picture cube on top of the television catches my eye while I’m thumbing through the paperwork and formulating ideas for the flyer. In the picture is an Asiatic female standing in a large room with white walls, a medium-sized, potted bamboo tree, and the floor had a black lacquer coating. I couldn’t quite make out the face but I was locked on the long, flowing, jet black hair and large, bright smile. I dropped the paper work back on the table and walked over to the television to get a closer look. Upon closer examination I’m mesmerized, paralyzed by the stark, exotic beauty of this young Asiatic woman. She’s wearing a long, flowing ivory white Asiatic outfit that drapes perfectly around the contours of her body, and striking a debutante pose – her left foot is slightly sideways and to the rear and pointing to the left. Her right foot is pointing forward, straight toward the person shooting the picture, and her head is leaning delightfully to the left. Her dark brown eyes sparkled from the flash of the camera like enormous black pearls and her teeth gleamed like polished Chinese porcelain. Her skin is flawless and glowing - a perfect blend of cocoa brown and honey yellow.

“Rachel, who is this girl?!?” I asked as Raquel came into the room with the glass of apple juice. “Who?” she asked. She couldn’t see who I was talking about until she saw what I was gazing at in my hands. “Oooooooh, that’s Anandi, my roommate.” She said with a slight hint of importance. “Is she single?” I asked. “Who, Anandi?” Responded Raquel. Ahhh, hell, I’m thinking to myself. I could tell just from her reaction that this girl is taken. But I maintained my curiosity. “Oh, boy, please!” Scoffed, Raquel. “Anandi has dudes crawling alllll over her day and night.” She said in a you-don’t-have-a-chance-in-hell tone of voice. Rachel proceeded to give me a little background on Anandi’s popularity around campus in her comical way.

“ Chile , I can’t even get any rest at night for all these silly boys that keep callin’ in behind that fool ass girl until 3 O’clock in the morning!” Yeah. Just as I figured. A bunch of small time, dollar store thugs and players trying to get at this beautiful girl using the same childish tactics they used back in middle school – bum rushing a girl on the phone until she finally gives up and takes the bait. I didn’t do that shit in public school and I’m sure as hell not going to go out like that in college. “Check this out,” I said to her with a charge of determination in my voice. “You just tell her to be here Thursday at around 7:00 and I’ll handle the rest.” I said to her. “Don’t tell her I’m showing up. Just tell her you want her to go with you and some friends to get some dinner.” Raquel shook her head as she laughed. “Okay then, Mr. International lover!!” She said. I’d never heard of that expression before but somehow it kind of fascinated me. “Okay, boy, we’ll see what happens but in the meanwhile here’s the information that needs to go on the flyers.” Raquel handed me the papers. I smiled and I bowed to Rachel like the Prince of Persia as I walked out of the door. “Oooooh lawd! Bye, boy!!” Raquel said as she closed the door behind me.

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“Hey, come on in, man!” Raquel says as she motions me to come in with her hand. As I walk in I make a comical face and send signals with my eyes to Rachel. She quickly and inconspicuously responds, repeatedly aiming her head toward the couch. As I made my way to the table to the left of the room I observed Anandi on the couch to the right of the room, laying on her back with her right leg propped up and crossed over her left leg in the air and reading a textbook. “Anandi, this is Romulus, Romulus this is Anandi.”  Anandi turns her head slightly over in my direction with a non-chalant look on her face, then turns her head back to her book and inches her head deeper into the pillow pressing her long, thick, jet black hair up against the pillow, then she quickly turns back around with a shy smile on her face.

“Hellow Roh-mu-los.” she says in a tender, small tone in an accent I had never heard before. As the last few letters of my name rolls off of her tongue her smile increases, slightly revealing her perfectly porcelain white teeth. “Hi Anandi.” I responded with a gleaming smile of my own. Her eyes widen slightly and her large, dark brown eyes gloss in the light of the reading lamp like big black pearls. “Where are you from?” I asked Ananda. “Sri Lanka.” She responded. “Wow, where is that if you don’t mind me asking?” I said. “It’s an island South of India.” She said as she slowly blinked. “Where are you from?” Asked Anandi. “I’m from Birmingham, right up the road.” I responded. “But you don’t have an accent!” She said with a spike of intrigue in her voice. “Well, my mom grew up in New Jersey and most of her side of the family is from Cleveland, Detroit, and Chicago.” Anandi only looked at me for possibly a few seconds but it felt like she looked at me for an hour as I was being hypnotized by her enormous dark brown eyes.

Raquel notices the chemistry between Anandi and I even before I did. She coughs slightly. “Ahem, wellll, yeah, ummm, Romulus, I forgot that Anandi has a Biology test at 8 O’clock tonight.” said Raquel. “Why don’t we go get something to eat tomorrow night?” She suggested. I’m thinking to myself this is a cool opportunity for Anandi and Rachel to have their little chit chat about me after I leave. “That’s an even better idea,” I responded. “I need to run over to Kinko’s anyway to make copies of the flyer I just designed so I can get them to the committee tomorrow afternoon.” I said to Raquel as I barely broke eye contact with Anandi for barely a millisecond. “Well cool, then.” Rachel responded with a big smile. “You can meet our other roomate, Tabitha. When she gets out of class we can all go over to Applebee’s in her car.” As Rachel is talking, Anandi shifts her body more in my direction, and is wearing a bigger smile, signaling that she approves of tomorrows plans. “Okay, that’s cool.” I responded. “I’ll drop by over here after class so we can all go together.” I said as I maintained solid eye contact with Anandi.

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(10:45pm) “Welp, I guess it’s time to hit the road!” Tabitha yelled in a laughing voice as we were all laughing over Raquel’s story about two triffling Kappas that acted like they were God’s gift to women. Two dudes that should have graduated about a year ago - hunting down naive, simple-minded freshmen girls and turning them out. “Whew, that steak was definately good.” I said as I leaned back into my chair. “Yes, and my chicken was excellent.” Anandi said. Apparently, even Tabitha picked up on the heavy vibes between Anandi and me as we kept sneaking stares at each other during the whole meal. Raquel and Tabitha kept making eye contact and exchanging “Mmmmmmhmmmmm” sounds while trying to hold back giggles.

As we walked toward Tabitha’s car, Rachel runs toward the passenger side of the car yelling, “Shotgun!!” Tabitha runs to the driver’s side of her car saying, “Mmmmhmmm, yeah gurl!!” On the way back to campus, Raquel and Tabitha are talking up a storm and ignoring Anandi and me in the back seat, which was their little plan they cooked up when they ran to the car. I gently held Anandi’s hand and she placed her head on my shoulder for a moment. What is about to happen next erases all memory of any encounter I had with any kind of females. “Give me your otha hand.” Asks Anandi. I give her my right hand and she holds it, turns my hand over to look at my palm. She slowly and carefully traces the lines in my palm with her index finger, then puts my pinky finger in her mouth, slowly suckling on it. My dick reaches critical mass in nanoseconds - pushing down the leg of my pants like a dog sniffing for a rabbit. She slowly and carefully switches from my pinky to my middle finger, slowly sliding it in and out of her mouth. I’m not even sure what planet I’m on, let alone what solar system I’m in as my body is flooding with warm sensations. As Raquel and Tabitha talk away, Anandi and I slouch lower in the back seat and put our heads together. I kissed her on her nose. I looked down to see a secure little smile on her face.

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The weather forecast predicted heavy rain today. The sure as hell wasn’t lying. My clothes are soaking wet all the way through and muddy from biking back and forth across the quad to my classes all day. Still, I charged valiantly back to my apartment to call Anandi. “Tabitha is packing and her boyfriend will be here in a minute.” Anandi whispers to me over the phone as she watches Tabitha pack her suitcase on the bed next to her. “You know, I thought about you all day today while I was in class.” I said to Ananda. “I don’t think I took one page of notes today.” I said with a smile. “I thought about you all week, bebe.” Anandi whispered in a small, nurturing voice. “Rachel’s brother will come by later to pick her up and then I’ll be alone.” She whispers. “Good. I’ll call back when I think they’re gone.” I said to Anandi. “Okie. Bye.” She responds softly.

“Hellow?”

“Hey. It’s Romulus. Is the coast clear?”

“Yeah, bebe, they’re gone.”

“Cool. I’ll be over in a minute.”

“Okie. I’ll leave the fire exit propped open for you in the back.”

“Okay, baby. Bye.”

“Byyyyyyye, Romulus.”

I jump into my Scirocco parked right outside my apartment door and spin the front wheels right out of the parking lot into the street. My windshield wipers are flapping like mad but I can still barely see through the windshield because of the golf ball-sized rain drops that are pounding the car. It doesn’t matter - I can drive across campus blindfolded I’ve walked and biked across it so many times. I park my car as far on the other end of the dorm parking lot as possible so no one could recognize my car. As I scanned the perimeter for onlookers I walked swiftly to the propped open fire exit. I slipped right in, pressed the elevator button and walked on. My heart pounded harder with each ding of the bell as the elevator passed each floor. As the doors open there’s two chubby sisters wearing pajamas, hair rollers and fuzzy slippers are standing there, eyeballing me from head to toe. They stared right in my face as I exited the elevator.

My mind replayed the image of their faces staring at me with a look on their faces like they wanted to say, “You don’t live on this floor. Hell, you don’t even live in this building.” It’s none of their damn business anyway. I knock and the door seemingly opens by itself as if by remote control, then I hear, “Come in, bebe.” The door is open just wide enough for me to slip through sideways. As I enter the room, Anandi closes the door behind me, grabs the sleeves of my soaking wet jacket, and presses me against the wall right behind the door. She’s wearing nothing but a faded orange t-shirt that barely hangs below her crotch and snow white, cotton socks - a stark contrast to her creamy cocoa brown skin. Her thick, silky, wavy, jet black hair hangs down her back past her classical Leonardo Davinci sculpture-shaped ass like the mane of a champion Arabian thoroughbred. As she stands on her tiptoes to kiss me her t-shirt raises and I can see her trimmed and shaped dark bush. As she reaches around my neck I can smell the faint, sweet scent of spices and curry permeating around her body.

The moment turns surreal as she takes my hand and slowly leads me from the living room area that’s faintly lit by the light above the stove in the kitchenette into her even darker bedroom. The smell of apple cinnamon permeates the room and “The Quiet Storm” program is tuned in on her clock radio on top of her Chester drawer and Boyz II Men is playing. The window shades are closed. Large shadows of raindrops reflect on the window shades as more beads of rain collect and stream down the window. The wind is blowing, pressing the screen up against the glass and making a slight whistling sound.

She lays on the bed and gently massages the bulge in my jeans while she looks directly into my eyes. Her eyes are so dark in the dim room I couldn‘t see any kind of sparkle. I take off my shoes, jacket and shirt, unbuckle my belt, and unzip my jeans and fall into bed next to her. She looks me dead in the eyes and caresses my cheek as if she’s trying to talk to me just with her eyes, then she reaches down into my jeans and pulls out my hard dick, gently stroking the shaft and simultaneously caressing my balls. Just before our lips meet she rolls her eyes into the back of her head just before her eyelids close. As I lock into a deep French kiss with her I slide my left hand under her t-shirt to run my fingers gently through her trimmed bush before slowly sticking my middle finger in her slippery pussy. She lets out a deep, almost haunting moan as if a sarcophagus was opening as I make gentle circular motions with my middle finger.

She pulls my jeans down past my ass to caress my muscular ass as I creep my hand further up her t-shirt to caress her breasts - soft like fleshy cotton. As I position myself above her body that familiar verse creeps up on the radio: “Aaaand if I…..ever fall, in love…agaaaaaain, I’ll be sure that..the lady is…a frieeeeeend….” She opens her legs and takes a firm grip to my dick, guiding it inside her slippery, wet moisture. I slide ever so easily inside her - each inch that slides deeper inside makes her moan longer and deeper. Her body language reflects that she doesn’t want to be rough, and I oblige her. As I’m all the way inside and slowly hitting her various spots with the gyrating of my hips she gets wetter and squints her eyes even tighter while biting her upper lip. The wind blows harder against the window screen and the whistling increases to a loud howling as the raindrops hit harder against the glass.