It began innocently enough. This was my first year at college and I was determined to do all the stuff that college kids do. Isn't college about experimentation and finding yourself? And isn't a girl entitled to have some fun?
I hadn't dated much in high school. I've always been shy, and I knew I needed to spread my wings. So I decided to go to Florida for Spring break. The roommate the school had assigned to share my apartment (my parents signed the lease) wasn't available to accompany me. She had already had left for home and, anyway, she and I were not very compatible. (I just haven't had the nerve to ask her to move out.) None of my girlfriends could go because of family obligations or money issues. So I placed a notice on the bulletin board at the student lounge.
"Traveling to Ft. Lauderdale for Spring break. Looking for a companion to share expenses/good times. Julie." With my email address.
I got a response. It read "Hey, let's meet up. I want to do the same thing and was hoping to split a room with someone. Leslie."
My college is big and I didn't know her. So I emailed back that we should meet that afternoon. I was hoping she was nice, as the deadline to make motel reservations was fast approaching.
We arranged to meet at the Starbucks in the student center. I told her to text me when she got there. My phone buzzed. "I'm here, sitting in the last row. Blue jacket."
I walked to the back and couldn't see her. Just some guy. Who waved to me.
"Hi, I'm Leslie. You must be Julie."
"Oh. I assumed Leslie was a girl's name," I said, a little shocked.
"Yeah, I get some confusion with that sometimes. But I've been a guy for a long time. Sit down." He smiled. A lovely smile.
I sat and we talked. A friendly talk, first a little about ourselves and then about how wonderful Florida would be this time of year. But then I cut to the chase:
'Look, you seem very nice but I'm not comfortable sharing a room with a guy. I'm sort of a shy person. I'm sorry for the confusion, but this isn't going to work out."
"I understand your reluctance completely," he said. "But I have two sisters. I'm at ease around women, and I'm fine if we set ground rules. We can be roommates just splitting expenses, without any of the boy-girl issues. Your unease is all about sex, right?"
"Yeah, I mean, it's hard to share a room, sleeping, getting dressed and everything, without pretty intimate views of the other person. I've never done something like that with a guy."
"Well," he said, "I know I can keep boundaries that you're comfortable with. Tell you what. Let's give it a trial run. You said your roommate has already gone home. How about I come over later, we can be roommates for a day. We'll dress, take showers, sleep, do all normal stuff and respect each other's privacy. So you'll know if we can do this for a week."
"Er, no. That's weird. I can't invite a stranger into my apartment."
"I'm only a stranger until you get to know me. We've already talked for 20 minutes. I promise I'm not a serial killer. What's the big deal? If you're not comfortable after we spend a day together, we'll go our separate ways."
I sat there without saying a word. The coffee was getting cold. I had to make a decision. He was cute, although not someone that I would have picked to move in with. But I did want to go to Florida and my options were running out.
"OK. We'll try it. But if at any time I am uncomfortable, you have to leave immediately."
"Of course."
I gave him my address and he said he'd come over around 4 pm.
Les was there promptly with an overnight bag. (I call him Les; Leslie is a strange name for a boy, if you ask me.)
He made himself at home right away. Too right away, for my taste. He put his toothbrush and shaving kit in the bathroom and took over a drawer of my dresser for his clothes. He sat down and turned on the TV to a football game. I never watch football. He was perfectly at ease in my apartment. It's a small place and he seemed to be everywhere. He was like an occupying army.
"What's for dinner?" he inquired.
"Whatever you're cooking," I said. I was a little annoyed.
To my surprise, he actually cooked. He made a spinach quiche from ingredients in my refrigerator, which was quite good.
He used the bathroom and I could hear him peeing into the toilet. Yikes. Is this how it would be? Would he be listening to me in the bathroom?
When it was bedtime, I took a shower as usual. I was very conscious that he was lurking outside. The door was locked, but I felt like he could burst in on my naked body at any time. Of course, that didn't happen. I came out of the bathroom in a robe, and he went in. I put on my pajamas and waited in my bed. He came out wearing just a towel, bare chested. Nice chest. He went to my roommate's bed, which is next to mine in the same room.
"I sleep in the nude. I hope you don't mind."
Without waiting for a reply, he took off the towel and slipped into bed.
I got a glimpse of his manhood as he did so. I didn't reply. I felt like I was exposed just sleeping in the bed next to him. I was strangely excited knowing that he was naked next to me -- albeit in another bed, covered with a sheet. I squeezed my legs tightly together, putting pressure on my groin. I thought about doing something to relieve the sexual tension, but I was terrified he might hear me. But he never even turned in my direction and he was soon asleep. I awoke the next morning to him cooking omelets. Mercifully, he was wearing boxer shorts.
"You're quite the housewife, aren't you?" I said, thinking this was very clever.
"I like to cook. Particularly for someone as nice as you."
That was sweet. We were getting used to each other. I changed from my pajamas while he worked in the kitchen. I don't know if he looked at me, but he easily could have with the open format of the apartment. I usually eat breakfast in my bra and panties, and decided that I'd do it now. It's really not that different from being in a bathing suit, which he'd see me in if we went to Florida. And why should I alter my routine because of him? Weren't we supposed to be sure that we could keep boundaries? But in truth, I was excited by the male presence in my apartment.
He looked over at me. "You've got a great body."
"Is that what you say to your sisters?" I asked him.
"Actually, we're pretty open about our bodies in our house. They often walk around in underwear, like you're doing. And they tease me about my skinny legs."
We ate, and chatted pleasantly. But I was trembling inside. No, I decided, being with a boy in bra and panties is not the same as being in a bathing suit.
The rest of the morning was fine. I finished dressing in the bathroom, and he changed into street clothes. He packed his bag to leave.
"Well, do you think we can manage a week together in Ft. Lauderdale?" he asked.
I had to admit it went well. "Sure. Let's do it."
So it was that we packed into his car for the long drive to Florida. We stopped overnight at a small motel in North Carolina. The motel only had rooms with one king size bed. We took it as we were tired.
"Are you okay with us sharing the same bed?" he asked.
"Sure. You'll stay on your side, and I on mine."
I averted my eyes (for the most part) when he walked naked to get into bed. He fell asleep first. I was wide awake, listening to his breathing, and the scent of maleness that he emanated. I guess it was pheromones, but I was drawn to his body. He was sleeping on his side, and I spooned him, pressing tightly against the curve of his back, his bare buttocks, and his warmth. He didn't awaken. I suppressed my own excitement. I fell asleep pressed against him.
I awoke when he stirred. He realized that I had been lying next to him.
"Were you taking advantage of me while I was sleeping?" he asked, coyly.
I had to smile. "Well, maybe I was cold and needed to warm myself."
:There's nothing worse than being cold," he said. And moved toward me.
I quickly got out of bed. I wasn't ready to commit to a sexual relationship. But I teased him. With my back to him, I took off my pajama top to put on my bra. He could view my bare back, and maybe a slight side view of my breasts. Then I stripped off my pajama bottoms, and he saw my bare backside while I put on my panties.
I know he appreciated the view, as he gave a small wolf whistle. I liked that he liked it.
We continued down the road, making it to Ft. Lauderdale by driving into the night. We arrived at the motel. Again, it just had one king size bed. He took a shower first. I imagined him stripping off his clothes and soaping his body in the shower. I had a fantasy that I joined him. But for now that was just a fantasy. He came out of the steam filled bathroom wearing just a towel around his waist.
'Your turn."
I went into the bathroom and the warmth and moisture in the air from his shower enveloped me. I sort of felt as when I had snuggled next to the warmth of his sleeping body. His presence filled the room. I was okay with that. After my shower, I came out of the bathroom in my pajamas.
He was already in bed; I climbed in too. He looked at me expectantly and asked if I were going to spoon sleep with him again. This was the moment of truth. Either I was going to keep our arrangement of separation, or this was going to devolve into a week of wild sex. Did I mention that I needed to spread my wings?
I grabbed his neck and pulled him toward me. He pressed his groin against mine, and I felt the stirring of his penis. I ran my hands over his bare chest, dropping down to his stomach and abdomen. He moaned appreciatively. He began to massage my breasts, then the thighs, caressing them, edging closer to my pelvic area. I surrendered to him, rolling over on my back so he had uninhibited access to my womanhood. His hand rubbed the vulva and fingers entered into the vagina. He rubbed against the clitoris and found the G spot within. It was very nice indeed.
