"I've got a favor to ask you, Jim. A really big favor."
She bit her bottom lip as she thought about just how to put it to him. She was at the end of her rope, didn't know what else to do, but even so, the plan she'd hatched was a bit risky. Risky? Downright audacious would be a better way of describing it.
"I want you to sleep here tonight. With me. With us."
To say that Jim was shocked would have been like saying the Titanic had had a minor fender-bender in the North Atlantic. His jaw dropped visibly and he was dumb-struck.
"Sleep, uh, sleep. Here. You mean right here. Tonight."
"Oh, Jim, please do it. Please. I can't stand it anymore. I'm going absolutely crazy, totally off the charts crazy, and I need for you to understand what it's like. I need you to understand how all this is making me feel. I don't know what else to do. Please say you'll do it. Please. You and I are both adults. Everything will be fine. Oh, please, Jim."
They were both adults, alright. That was what worried him. And thrilled him. It was as if Barbara Eden had just jumped into the room and granted him his fondest wish. His girlfriend, Nancy, the woman of his dreams, the woman who he had been trying to seduce for months now without much success, had just invited him to share her bed tonight.
Try not to appear too eager, he said to himself. He thought of Ol' Brer Rabbit pleading not to be thrown into the briar patch, when that was precisely where he was hoping to end up.
Of course, there was a big hitch, and he knew exactly what it was. When Nancy said, "sleep," she meant "sleep." A wanton night of sex was definitely not what she was suggesting, and he well knew it. Still, it would be a pretty dumb fox who would refuse an invitation into the hen house.
"Well, I don't know, Nancy. This may not be such a good idea," he ventured.
She put her hands on his arms and held him tightly. "If you don't say yes, I'm just going to lose it. I'm about this close to moving out, and I don't have any idea where I'll end up. Please Jim, I need you to understand how it's been. Do it because you love me."
And, he did love her.
"Okay. I'll do it because I love you."
She squealed and leapt into his arms, and they kissed each other deeply.
*********
Nancy was a gorgeous brunette, tall, long legs, a figure to make a man's heart quicken, a smile to light up Grand Central Station. She and Jim had been friends since childhood, and over the past two years they'd been dating each other seriously. But when it came to sex, Nancy had been absolutely unyielding. They could kiss, they could touch each other discretely while fully dressed, but anything more was strictly off-limits. Nancy was worried that being sexual together might ruin their long and wonderful friendship, and in truth, Jim himself had some concerns. For a year now they'd been talking about marriage, and Nancy was determined to wait.
Lately, life had become a bit difficult for her. Nancy was a junior in college, and her college dormmate was Lydia, another longtime friend. Nancy and Lydia were like sisters, but the two women couldn't have been more opposite when it came to their philosophies about men and dating. Lydia's credo: any man who didn't want to take her to bed ten minutes after meeting her wasn't worth the time of day. Lately, Lydia had taken to bringing her conquests back to the dorm with her where they would noisily consummate their lust for each other in Lydia's single bed, just feet away from Nancy, who hid under the covers of her own bed across the room.
According to Nancy's reports, which Jim eagerly awaited, Lydia and her various dates would go at it for hours, shaking the furniture, making all manner of noises, trying every position known to man, sometimes chasing each other around the room naked and in heat... And Nancy, paying rapt attention while feigning sleep, was utterly mortified by the whole thing. At least, that was her claim.
Jim figured she probably was, at least partly. But he also wondered what sort of passions, other than embarrassment, might be awakening each night as she listened to her roommate cry out while being pounded and eated by a succession of hungry men. He was about to find out. And, even if Nancy turned out to be dead from the neck down, he was right eager at the prospect of listening to Lydia in action from the fifty-yard-line.
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"Jim's going to stay the night," Nancy announced to Lydia.
"Oh, he is! Well, then maybe I should find another place to sleep tonight while you two get acquainted," she smiled. She flirted with Jim, raising her eyebrows as she smiled at him, and he flirted right back.
"No!" Nancy protested. "It isn't like that at all. Jim's just sleeping over with me. Really. It's like I was telling you before, it makes me nervous to be in the room when you're, when you're, well, you know..."
"Screwing?" offered Lydia. "Fine with me, Jim. The more the merrier. I don't think I'll be in until around midnight. If you don't want to catch the action, you'd both better be in bed and asleep by then!"
"Thanks for the warning," he said, smiling.
**************
He and Nancy went out to eat and had a wonderful time, walking in the moonlight around the campus, laughing, teasing each other, kissing under the huge oak trees in the commons. They returned to the room about 11pm and got down to particulars.
"You know, I didn't bring any sleepwear with me. I, um, I don't normally wear any clothes to bed," he said, hesitantly.
"Oh! You don't? Um, well, I've got a pair of men's boxers and I was kindof thinking you could wear them. Would that okay?" she offered. He wondered if she was beginning to have second thoughts.
