Hi I am 28 years female. Nenu USA lo masters chese time lo jarigina Confession idhi. I am from hyd naa undergrad mallareddy lo chesa, intermediate vizag lo chadiva. I always maintain konchem modern ga unta but never had any relationships or anything. After I came to USA na friends antha chala mandi small towns nundi vachina baga advanced ga dates, pubs, clubs ani ala bf’s ni vesukoni bane vellevallu. Nannu kuda baga push chesaru why can’t you try something new intha freedom undi USA lo parents gola ledu ani.
Actually I have certain standards and I don’t want to cross that line and mindset tho undedanni. Things got changed after second semester one day night kurchoni na presentation prepare chesa late ga lecha and bathroom available ledu. Inka na turn vachi shower chesesariki late aindi. Maa roommates anta valla boyfriends tho vellipoyaru cars lo. Collage ki nenu podam ani bustop lo wait chestunte bus raledu edho road construction valla and Uber book chestunna cancel ayyipotunnayi.
Apudu anipinchindi if I have a Boyfriend I will get on time, rides and benefits ani. Somehow I got Uber and I went to my class late but ichesa presentation. Days passing on, one day when I was leaving the library one American guy he is undergrad he is around 20 or 21 and nenu masters but he looks kinda athletic and fit ga unnadu, asked me about the burser office and ala ala edho matladthu you look pretty good ani compliment ichadu.
Randomly we met in library couple of times and one day he asked my number and I gave it to him. later I found that tanu undedi kuda same apartment complex but he has his own private bedroom friend tho untadu. Valla family same local town 25 miles away from University. He works at Chick-fil-A. His name is Jonathan. One day I was late to my college and he saw me at nearest bus stop and offered me a ride to university. Initially I hesitated and he convinced me to get in to his car.
So I hop into his car and it became a regular thing. Everyday we were talking many things all the way to university and he started flirting with me slowly. One day he texted me he wants to take me out for a date. I am not sure why I said yes may be because it was my time of the month anukunta may be because of my hormones effect. We went on a nice date we had couple drinks. Later we are walking down the lake by holding hands. ala he said he play video games.
I told him I like to try PS5 ani cheppa sure let’s go to my apartment annadu. After he took me to his apartment PS5 adukundam ani cheppadu. I was in a lusty mood, kinda drunk and he grabbed me and let me sit on his lap and I feel his boner rubbing against my ass. I turned around and started kissing him aggressively by pushing him on his bed. He pull down my dress and grabbed my boobs and it was a intense session. Even though it was first time for me and he did it so good and handled pretty great.
After we had sex, we are naked under his sheets and I was touching his face and chest. When I was feeling his abs I get horny again and grabbed his dick and make it hard with my hand. We had Sex multiple times that night. While we are having sex he said I love you. I got mad. I went back to my apartment and next day onwards I started ignoring him for couple days and he keep reaching me out through Instagram, messenger and all. Later one day he saw me at the bus stop requested me to get in to his car.
He apologized me and begged to start talking with him. I told him I can’t be in a relationship but I can be in a relation with no strings attached. He was quiet for some time and later said okay and one day he texted me saying he made some Indian food for me. I felt like how romantic and again I went back to his apartment seems like his roommates are out of town, me and him are only there in his apartment. After he closed the door, he pushed me to the wall, he slides his hands in my pants and started fingering me.
As I was already instant wet and I pulled his pants down and I gave him blowjob that day. We had a very better sex than before. I slept in his arms that night I was so happy and relaxed and I noticed middle of the night he got up and went to the living room, I thought he is going to grab some water but he didn’t came back for a long time as I was in deep sleep. I got disturbed around 5 AM with a screaming sound. “Leave me alone Jessica”
I thought I was dreaming and I heard that same phrase again and again in every couple minutes and it’s forming form the living room. I went out and see this guy is laying in the couch. His eyes are super red and rolled out and he is screaming leave me Jessica leave me. I heard a loud noise from the kitchen, like pots and pans falling. When I went to check, everything was scattered all over the floor.
I got scared and went back to him I was trying to wake him up. This asshole is not responding I thought he is pranking me. Turns out he isn’t fucking around. My brain wasn’t functioning properly as I was in a panicked state. I wanted to get help, but I didn’t want to call my friends because they’d find out I was with a guy, and I was too scared to call the cops. When I tried to leave the apartment, the front door was jammed and wouldn’t open.
At the same time, the kitchen faucet suddenly turned on and the lights started flickering. I had no idea what to do. Then he started speaking in a strange voice, saying, “Everyone is thinking wrong about me. I was shot behind this apartment. I’m innocent.” I nervously responded, “Okay, I understand. I’m here to help you,” Even though I didn’t know what I was doing. After a while, everything went silent. It was already 7 AM, and he was passed out in the living room. I tried to open the front door again, and this time it opened.
As I was walking out, the neighbors returned probably from a potty break and their dog started barking at his apartment. That’s when I really felt something was off. After I got back to my apartment, I took a hot shower but still couldn’t figure out what was going on. Later, I searched online and found out there had been a shooting during a BLM protest near my apartment complex. A girl named Jessica was shot, and she used to live in the same unit where this guy now stays.
I never believed in ghosts, but I do believe in energy good and bad. I started to feel like maybe he was caught in something beyond his control. I really wanted to help him, but I didn’t feel safe. So, I sent him one last message, blocked him, and moved in with my seniors on the other side of town. Months later, I saw him at the university and asked him a few questions. He said Jessica was his old roommate who got shot behind the apartment, and after that, he got into drugs and meth.
About the faucet, he said there was a pipe burst, and the maintenance had turned off water to all units. He probably turned it on during the night while high and forgot to turn it off, and it started working again when I was trying to wake him up. He said the pots might’ve fallen because of Steve, his roommate’s black cat who always knocks things over in the kitchen.
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