As we walked into the college Presbyterian Center, Bill headed straight for the recreation room. “Come on,” Bill begged. “Let’s get in a quick game of ping pong.”
“Okay, I’ll give you another chance at me,” I teased, knowing that our games were never quick. Bill was a much better offensive player than I was, but I could return the most incredible shots. Between his offense and my defense, our games generally lasted quite some time, and provided excellent hand-eye coordination and even aerobic exercise. We were both sophomores in one of the best engineering schools in the country, and had become fast friends during the last semester.
After I squeaked by on the first game, while he ‘warmed up’ his aggressive shots, he mentioned to me that his roommate was moving out at the end of the semester. “Yeah, Tom’s graduating,” he said. “Are you interested in rooming together?”
My brows arched immediately. “Actually, I’d love to live here.” You see … the Presbyterian Center had three bedrooms. Two rooms shared one bathroom with a long double sink, single toilet, and a double shower stall, while the other bedroom had it’s own bathroom with a home-style sink, toilet, and tub. With two students per room, the center generally had four men and two women rooming there. The six members actively cared for the center and helped run different activities throughout each semester. A minister had an office near the front door and worked during business hours to manage the center’s finances, maintenance, and general schedule of events. It was a great opportunity, but hard to come by. Once someone got into one of the six billets, they usually stayed till graduation.
“Well, I’ll get you an application and we’ll see if we can get you in.” Bill said as he started the next game, trying to catch me off guard.
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Two months later, at the start of the next semester, I was moved into the Presbyterian Center. It was a lot more peaceful than the rowdy dorms had been, and I enjoyed the facilities for study and recreation, not to mention getting to know my new friend better, and meeting others. The two girls living there were Susan and Beth, and both were very nice. I mention them here because they both enter into the story at hand.
Susan was a senior and had been living at the center for a while. She was a fun person to talk with, and I enjoyed her insights on the center’s activities, as well as other events at the university. In addition, she was one of those girls I could get very personal with and not feel I was being ‘evaluated.’ It was ok for me to be me.
Beth was a sophomore and, like me, was a new resident of the Presbyterian Center. She was a petite girl at 5’ 3” with small pert breasts that jiggled beneath the skimpy T-shirts she liked to wear. I guess she figured she was small enough she didn’t need a bra. At least, it didn’t seem she wore one. I wondered how the minister would accept her attire, which included a baby blue pair of short shorts that I found myself guilty of staring at on more than one occasion, especially when she sat on the couch to read or study. But the minister never said anything that I know of. All in all, we were a pretty easygoing bunch.
One morning I came back from an early class and headed for my room to drop my things off. As I passed the guys’ bathroom, accessible from a short hallway leading to our two rooms, I saw a handwritten sign on the door that read “Women,” and I heard the shower going. I didn’t have a need at the moment, but I put my things in my room and made my way to the minister’s office. He explained that the girl’s bathroom was having plumbing problems and should be fixed later in the day. We had public restrooms downstairs, so it certainly wasn’t a problem while Susan took a shower.
After a little study in the upstairs study room, I got up to relieve myself and headed for the stairs. Before I got there, however, I saw Susan walking out of the residence area, dressed and hosting a towel wrapped around her damp hair as she headed for the minister’s office. We exchanged greetings and I made my way to the regular bathroom instead of going downstairs. It still had the “Women” sign on it, and I figured Susan forgot to remove it. There was no sound inside, so I walked on in.
The door opened outward and automatically shut. I was two steps into the bathroom before I froze as the sound of the toilet flushing reached my ears and Beth’s totally nude body turned toward me. The door shut behind me and Beth froze as well, facing me with only 4 feet between us. My jaw dropped as I gasped, and both of her hands went straight for her breasts. They were scrumptious breasts, but the soft mound of blond pubic hair framed by her hourglass hips seemed a more tantalizing sight to me. Yet they remained uncovered and my eyes were glued to that inviting apex.
“Slow down,” I heard her say. And I realized I was beginning to hyperventilate. I looked up to her and opened my mouth to explain, “I’ve … got to go.” She lowered her hands and took three steps into the shower, closing the curtain behind her. I reached the toilet in two strides and whipped out my penis to urinate. I guess I didn’t realize how bad I had to go until I got there. A deep sigh escaped my lips as release melted into ecstasy, but I was also semi hard at the sight of a nude woman, and I had to work a little to get the last vestiges of urine squeezed out of my shaft.
