The quarter moved along. Thanksgiving break was coming in a few weeks. Valerie and I would get together occasionally... a concert, a football game, sometimes hitting the bars. Make out sessions were far and few in-between. The problem of roommates. But, then again, we just enjoyed being together, as friends.
One Wednesday night, I found myself in Valerie's room on my way back from the library. On a whim I had called from the lobby phone to see if she was busy and wanted to hang out for a bit. She came down to escort me to her room. Yes, the door was open. Her roommate was down the hall, and we were just hanging out listening to some music.
My back was toward the door, when I heard Valerie say, "Hey there Kathy."
"Oh, I didn't know you had a visitor," I heard a soft voice from behind.
Turning, I was stunned. There stood a very radiant petite blond... probably 5'-4". Maybe 100 pounds. Sweatpants and a loose white tee shirt hiding what looked like a pair of little 'A's. It was hard to tell because the shirt was so lose and baggy. Still, she caught my attention. Her hair was cut such that it framed her face. Her honey blond eyebrows across a pair of beautiful blue gray eyes and a smile that was contagious
"That's OK. Come on in. Bill, this is Katy. Kathy... Bill."
"Sooo, is this the guy you've been telling me about?"
Valerie blushed, "The same."
"Now I can see why," she smiled in a flirty way.
The three of us hung out for a bit. At times they talked between themselves like I wasn't even there. Then there were times we all joined in.
Finally, Kathy stood, "Well, I've got to finish a few things. Nice to meet you, Bill."
"Nice to meet you Kathy," as she left.
"I had thought of setting you two up a while back; but, she has a boyfriend the next town over. So, she's not around much on the weekends," Valerie casually said.
By then, we were friends and on the road to becoming good friends. Maybe opposites did attract... I mean an engineer and an art major? The idea of seeing other people was not an issue for either of us. We had talked about it. Neither of us wanted a boyfriend or girlfriend. Just someone we could have fun with, casually with no strings and few light make-out sessions thrown in, just for some additional fun.
We had kind of settled into a routine of having dinner on Thursday evenings just to chat about our week. We also used that time to see if there was anything coming up over the weekend that we might want to do together. It made it easier and more casual, than me calling her to see if she wanted to go out, like a 'date'.
I hadn't gone out with anyone else, and I know Valerie hadn't either. Still, Kathy intrigued me, and Valerie knew it. I'm sure I would be the topic of some future discussions between those two.
Like I said, our make out sessions were far and few in between. The few that did happen there was no groping, my hands stayed outside her top. I never pressed. I was happy to have her as a friend. I know she was fine with it too, so as to not get too involved. To keep things light.
Common folklore is that men and women can't just be friends. That at some point sex inevitably enters the minds of one or both, if the relationship moves beyond 'hello'. We were both intent on not building that kind of relationship.
We did have one session that was relatively intense. My roommate had gone home for the weekend. I had gone down to the liquor store and bought a pint of rum. I knew she liked rum and coke. I was hoping for some time for the both of us in my room...with the door closed.
There was a basketball game that night. When I met her in the lobby, she looked absolutely stunning. Her usual makeup was there, and to add to that, she wore a nice pair of soft beige slacks that hung off her little butt cheeks. The pullover top, while not tight, accentuated her little mounds.
We won the game in thrilling double overtime. It was a little before 10:00 when we got back to the dorm area.
"Want to come up for a bit?" I asked. She knew my roommate was gone.
"Sure."
The cafeteria had a snack bar on the lower level along with half a dozen pool tables and a juke box, where we picked up a couple of Coke. It was always loud and noisy so we never hung out there. The pool tables were always in use by regulars, even during the week. The one thing I noticed, over the years, the regulars were never back the following year. Either they moved off campus or school wasn't their priority and the school said 'adios'.
Valerie had been in my room a few times. Most of the time with the door closed, for some casual make out sessions during the week when my roommate decided to hit the bars. So, it wasn't unusual for me to shut, and lock the door.
I stacked the record player with some soft music albums... "Moody Blues".
I had replace the overhead ceiling light bulb with a couple of blue bulbs. The main purpose was that if one of us was already sleeping when the other came in, they didn't have to fumble in the dark or turn on the blinding overhead light and wake up the sleeping roommate. With Valerie, it was just enough light that I could see her soft features.
Turning my desk lamp on and producing the pint of rum I said, "Surprise!"
Smiling, "So, that's your plan... get me drunk and then take advantage of me."
"Something like that," I returned the smile as she shook her head.
Laying on the bed. Like always... her to the side of me but partially on top with her breasts against my side. We had never laid there with her fully on top. Tonight was going to be different.
Our lips met. It had been a while, as they met in a hunger. My tongue sliding into her mouth and tasting her. Exploring her. Finding her tongue and teasing her while my hands travel up and around her back, as I drank in her being... her closeness, which I had sorely missed.
Minutes later, she shifted her weight and moved right on top of me. I was already hard; but now, with her breasts fully against my chest, and her mound pressing into my hardness... I throbbed. She had to have felt it.
A few minutes later, Valerie pulled back and said, "Bill, can I take off my slacks and have you hang them up? It's not an invitation. I just ironed them and don't want to get them all wrinkled. Especially when I have to walk back to my dorm in the morning."
This would be a first for us. And a real first for me... sleeping with a girl.
"Sure. Do you mind if I hang mine up as well?"
"Not as long as you behave," she said with a coy grin.
"Oh... I'll behave.
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