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My friends and I initially felt like we were going to be screwed in the housing lottery. As freshmen, we were already at a disadvantage, but drawing a high number only made it that much worse. By the time our opportunity to select our dorm rooms for the following year arrived, the pickings were slim, especially in the dorms that were closest to or on campus. Fortunately, there were upperclassmen volunteers who were assisting with the process and one of them shared a useful bit of knowledge that we were not aware of.
"See this?" he asked, pointing at a dorm on the Barnard College campus, "This is Hewitt Hall which is the only co-ed dorm on the Barnard campus. It is surrounded by Brooks, Reid and the new dorm here. Those three dorms are women-only but they're all connected. You can easily walk all the way around the quad through each of the dorms. There are still a lot of good rooms available in Hewitt. I'm not saying that you should take them but it's something to think about."
Given that perspective, there wasn't that much to think about. We certainly didn't mind being outnumbered by women, especially someplace where they'd be relaxed and casual. Add to that the proximity of the dorm to the engineering and science buildings, where most of our classes were, and that there was a dining hall on the ground floor and we were pretty much sold. We selected our rooms and got the paperwork filed. I'd selected a room that faced into the quad rather than out onto Claremont Avenue, figuring a view toward three dorms full of women would be more rewarding than a view of the apartment building on the opposite side of Claremont.
Living in Hewitt ended up being nearly everything we'd hoped it would be right from the start. We met a lot of women, partied with a lot of them and hooked up with a few of them all in the first few weeks after moving in. Looking into the quad once it was dark outside, it was pretty unusual not to see something noteworthy, whether a bra, a set of tits, a full frontal or a sex act of some kind. We were all quite happy with our decision and often wished there was a way to thank the guy who had helped us make it. There was no question that he would have an abundance of good karma.
It was a couple of months into the semester and I'd made it a habit to occasionally stretch my legs when I needed a study break by doing a lap around the quad through the other dorms, though typically on a different floor each time. One night, as I was rounding the corner from Brooks into Reid, I ran into Stephanie, who I knew mainly from seeing her in the dining hall. We'd made small talk on a few occasions but I didn't know her well enough to know where she lived exactly. The most notable thing about Stephanie, at least as far as I was concerned, was how thin she was. She didn't look anorexic; she certainly looked healthy but she was just quite thin. As a result, her boobs were very nearly non-existent but her nipples were quite prominent. It was obvious that she rarely wore a bra, which was really no surprise at all but, depending on the type of top she was wearing, there were times when it was really difficult to maintain eye contact because you knew those things must surely be a treat to suck on.
On this occasion, she was wearing snug sweatpants and a white tank-top which, in the brief moment before I forced my eyes away, I was certain allowed her nipples and areolas to show through. This was going to make conversation difficult so I might have to cut it short.
"What are you, lost?" she asked with a smile.
"Just stretching my legs," I replied, "Getting the blood flowing again."
"I hear you," she replied, "You have to be careful you don't turn into a mushroom this time of year."
"Is this you?" I asked as she paused in front of one of the doors.
"Yeah, come on in if you want." she replied. She opened the door and I followed her in. Those were definitely fun times when you were always making new friends and weren't afraid to let them into your room and your life.
"This is nice. Not much different from the rooms in Hewitt," I said, "You can probably even see my room from here." I walked over to her window while thinking that I was pretty sure I'd never caught a glimpse of her undressing or anything else. She joined me at the window and I pointed out mine to her.
