CHAPTER 3 - Porn Posters

　　Chelsea's POV;

　　I finally make it back to my room and unlock its door. I'm exhausted, tired, hungry, and in desperate need of sleep.

　　On stepping in, I find Ashley on her bed, with a new novel in her hand. This is the third big novel I'm seeing her with, in two days. I mean, I only got here yesterday, and she's finished three big novels.

　　And I thought I was a bookworm...

　　She pulls the book down and looks at me with so much life in her big dark eyes.

　　"Chelsea!! I was beginning to wonder when you'd be back! How was the tour? "She speaks, and I sigh as I drop on my back, on my bed.

　　"Exhausting! We literally walked the whole campus, and I would still get lost after this...! At least I got to know a few places. "I reply, and she giggles.

　　"I knew going on the tour was a bad idea... "She speaks, and I give her a look.

　　"Why didn't you tell me!? And besides, if you didn't go for the tour, how would you know your way around the school? "I query and she laughs.

　　"I've actually been here since last month. I moved in as soon as I could get my accommodation registrations done. I didn't want to do it during rush hours and miss my chances of getting a hostel room.

　　Also, being around before school was fully in session, gave me the opportunity to meet some pretty cool people. That's why I have so many friends despite also being a freshman. You should meet them someday. They're pretty cool. "She explains, and I sit up as I listen in awe.

　　She certainly is a bigger nerd than I am.

　　The door to the room is suddenly opened, and a tall, older-looking girl walks in. Her hair is black, her makeup is dark, and she gives off a kind of... Goth vibe...

　　"Hey, guys... "She greets, and Ashley and I share a look before looking back up at her, and replying in sync.

　　"Hi...? "

　　"You're our roomie, aren't you? "Ashley jumps to question, and I stare at the girl, awaiting an answer.

　　"I guess that's the only logical reason for me also having a key to the room. "The girl replies, and Ashley and I share another look.

　　"I'm Tracy Claud. I'm in my third year, and I'm your roomie. "She speaks, and my eyes go wild. "Third year? "Ashley questions in equal surprise, and Tracy nods.

　　"Yup, the school has a unique way of pairing roomies. "She replies, and I and Ashley share yet another look.

　　"Not to worry, this room is practically yours. I live in a frat house not too far away and would be away most of the time.

　　You can treat the room however you like, and use my bed as you please. Just make sure you make it how you met it when you're done with it. And that I don't ever meet it in a mess. "She adds. This time looking in my direction, and I quickly look away.

　　"So, may I know your names? "She questions, staring between Ashley and me, and Ashley speaks first.

　　"I'm Ashley Berman. International relations. "She introduces, and they both turn to me. I take a second but finally find my voice.

　　"My Chelsea Perkins. Arts and literature. "I reply, and she smiles.

　　"Cool. I'm a phycology student. "She replies, and I stare at her in awe. That's cool.

　　"So you'd know whenever any of us is lying? "Ashley questions and I chuckle as I stare back at her.

　　"I guess I'm supposed to... "Tracy replies, and I laugh.

　　"Gosh, I need to touch up this wall. It's so... Bland. It makes me sick. "Tracy says while looking at the wall on her side of the room, and for some reason, I feel she wants to paint the wall black.

　　I turn away as I pull off my shoes and lay on my back, exhausted on my bed.

　　Tracy doesn't seem bad. I think I like her. Gosh, my legs hurt. I really shouldn't have gone on that tour!

　　At least I found a cute coffee shop I think I like...

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　　It's morning and I wake up to the sound of something ripping. I turn in the direction of the sound and freeze. Tracy is on her bed, ripping duct tapes, and pasting some posters on the wall.

　　This, however, is not the reason I froze, but rather the pictures on the posters! These are pictures of grown-ass, naked men! The posters display different pornographic models, showing off their dicks, and butts, with none of it censored!!

　　I look up at Ashley in alarm and find her staring boredly at Tracy, in a mediation position on her bed. Isn't she gonna say anything??

　　"What the hell are you doing? "I question Tracy in alarm, and she and Ashley turn to me.

　　"Oh, you're up. Good morning. "Tracy simply replies before turning back to her posters. She has covered her side of the room from ceiling to floor, with all sorts of displays of dicks, balls, and male asses.

　　"What are you doing?? "I question again as I begin to feel my skin crawl, and she turns back to me.

　　" I'm covering up the walls disgusting color with some posters. "She replies, and I inhale deeply.

　　"I can see that, but... Couldn't you look for... Better posters to use? "I question, and she chuckles.

　　"Come on, now. You're sounding like you've never seen a dick before. "She replies, and I give her a look. Causing her to quickly drop the duct tape and scissors in her hands.

　　"No way! You've never?? "She questions in disbelief as she gets off her bed and looks at Ashley in alarm, and Ashley shrugs.

　　"I've seen quite a number of them. And I don't mean just in pornographic videos.

　　They're beautiful creations meant to give us joy. Don't worry, you'd get used to them... "Ashley speaks, and I look up at her in surprise. I wasn't expecting her to say that.

　　"Well, I haven't seen one before. Not in porn videos, nor in real life... But I guess you just changed that. "I reply, turning back to Tracy, and her face falls.

　　"Aww, sorry honey. But you had to see it someday... "She replies, and I shut my eyes and inhale again to calm myself.

　　"Are you really planning on leaving these things on the wall? What would people think of us when they walk in? And... And what if my mom comes over to visit? What do I tell her? "I reply, and Tracy moves back to her bed.

　　"Well, it's our room. Anyone can think what they want. Besides, there are many other rooms with such posters in them. It's nothing new.

　　And for your mom, you're just gonna have to figure out a way to keep her from coming in here. And if she does... She has to make peace with whatever she sees. "Tracy replies, and I turn to Ashley in alarm.

　　"None of my folks are coming over. They're both old and can't deal with that stress. "Ashley replies, and my jaw drops.

　　"So, we're leaving these up? "I question in alarm, and Tracy gives me a look.

　　"Let it go, Chelsea. It's my side of the room anyway. I can do whatever I please with it. I like how these posters make me feel, and I'm not taking them down.

　　Make peace with it. "She speaks, and I swallow.

　　"Funny thing is, I think I'm learning new things. I never knew a dick could be that huge... Or long... "Ashley say. Staring at one of the posters, and my eyes go wild in disbelief.

　　I can't believe these girls!

　　I shake my head in disbelief, and head for my locker. I take out my towel, and soap dish, and head for the bathroom.

　　I take a quick, annoyed shower, and head back to the room. By now, Tracy is on her bed, and her phone, while Ashley is reading yet another novel.

　　I moisturize my body, and after putting my underwear on, I help myself into a little, yellow, flowery dress I got not long before I came to campus.

　　I then grab my bag and phone and head out. I need to be away from the room. I can't stay there right now. Who in hell can stay comfortably with such... Crude things staring them in the face?

　　I take a cab and help myself to the coffee shop I saw during the tour yesterday. I get in and place an order for a cup of cappuccino coffee, and a cupcake.

　　I can't believe those girls! Am I really going to go back there? Back in there?? To that room?? To sleep?? Ugh!!!

　　And Ashley. How the hell is she okay with it???

　　I can't do this... I know I need to learn to cohabit with others, but what the hell is that? I... I can't...

　　I just can't get comfortable with those things in there!

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　　I eventually make it back to my room, around 8:00 pm. Ashley nor Tracy called, because... How could they? We didn't share our numbers with each other...

　　I decided to spend the day getting personally acquainted with the school. I spent hours in the library, then at the school's museum, and then at its sports center, and... Although I was alone throughout the day, I had a good time.

　　I step into the room and find it dark. I guess Tracy and Ashley also went out. I move to the switch, and flip it on, but, my heart falls when I find Ashley on the ground.

　　She looks like she's choking and struggling to breathe.

　　"Ashley!? "I scream in alarm, and she looks up at me with her blue eyes that are now crimson in color.

　　"I... Can't breathe... "She manages to choke out and I throw my bag on my bed and rush over to her.

　　"Oh my God. Are... Are you asthmatic?? "I question in panic as I place her head on my lap and she nods.

　　"Where's your inhaler? "I question again in fear at the terrifying sight in front of me. She's shaking like life is leaving her.

　　"It's... It's... F... F... Finished... "She struggles to complete as she points at the inhaler on the study table beside her bed. I rush to it, and make two puffs into her mouth, but realize that it's indeed finished.

　　What do I do?? I know nothing about Asthma!!