I had met my roommate Dave's girlfriend briefly on freshman move-in day, but I didn't know much about her. He often talked to her on the phone, but didn't discuss her much with me other than to mention that she was great in bed. I knew that her name was Annette, and that she was a freshman at another college, about two hours away. She was a short girl, but with biggish boobs, not a great beauty but certainly attractive. I think the best word for her would be "cute." She had pale skin, tons of freckles, and, most noticeable of all, long flamingly-red hair - the real kind, not from a bottle.
There was one other thing Dave told me about her. "Did you know that redheads have orange pubic hair?" he said. You learn something every day.
The week after my adventure with Julia on the quad, Dave told me that Annette would like to come for the weekend, arriving Saturday and leaving Sunday evening? Was that ok with me, he asked.
Of course it was ok. "I'll find somewhere else to sleep," I said. "You'll want some privacy."
"Or we could just wait till you're asleep," he said. I knew he was joking, so I made plans to be elsewhere. I didn't know where I'd go, but I'd figure it out.
I told Julia about my problem, hoping (hint, hint) that she'd volunteer that I could join her in her bed.
Her response was better than I expected, but not ideal. "My roommate's going to go home to Mommy and Daddy this weekend," she said. "She probably wants some private time in her private bedroom at home, if you know what I mean. You can have her bed Saturday night."
She re-considered. "That was mean of me, wasn't it? Maybe she's got a boyfriend or something, or maybe she just wants to get away from me. I don't know. But you can have her bed."
"I doubt she has a boyfriend," I said. "She's pretty hot for Dave, it seems to me. Maybe she just actually wants to see her parents."
Regardless of her motivation for going home, it worked out well for me. It wasn't exactly what I was looking for, though. I didn't want her bed, I wanted half of Julia's bed, but I took what I could get. I agreed. I'd take Kathryn's bed Saturday night. Dave and Annette could have all the sex they wanted, all by themselves.
When Annette arrived Saturday, Julia and I were in the dining hall having lunch. Julia, was of course, bra-less with a somewhat see-through and somewhat revealing top. By her standards, it was nothing special. It wasn't anything I, or the rest of the dorm, hadn't seen before. Dave and Annette arrived, got some food, and brought their trays to our table. They sat down and introduced everybody.
We all chatted about normal things for a few minutes. Then there was a lull on the conversation, and Annette piped up. Looking at me, she said, "You and Dave like to masturbate together, don't you? I'm so jealous."
My jaw dropped. I shot Dave a glare strong enough to drill holes in steel. Did he really tell her that? I looked at Julia. She was trying very, very hard to not burst into laughter. Dave shrugged, as if to say, "what can I do?"
I looked back at Annette and tried to pick my jaw up off the floor. I didn't respond, but that didn't stop her. "I get so horny in my room, away from my Davey here." She looked at him lovingly, and continued, "and I really need to get off. But my roommate is always in the room, and she's got a stick or something up her ass. You know, really repressed. So I can't do it while she's there or she'd have a major, major breakdown, you know? So I have to do it in the shower, which I hate. And I can't bring my toys into the shower, can I? It isn't easy, is it?"
She looked at the three of us, expecting agreement of some sort. I sat there, in awe, hoping this would end. I looked at Dave, and he was no help. He seemed helpless to do anything about her. Julia nodded politely, and I could only guess what she was thinking.
But Annette had just gotten started. "I should have done what Davey did with you. I should have just told her that I liked to jill myself, and so I was just going to do it, even if she was there. I should have just told her. I started to, but then I chickened out. She would have had the most amazing cow, as repressed as she is. Really. Good thing I didn't. But I wish I had. She could have all the cow she wants, but I'd be able to get myself off. A girl has needs, you know? Sometimes it gets so bad, I really need a cock, and Davey lets me find a fuck-buddy when that happens. He so generous that way, aren't you Davey?"
She looked at him, smiled and touched his hand. I thought he was going to have a panic attack.
Julia wasn't laughing anymore. She was just stunned.
Dave tried to help. He said, "Annette, maybe you should eat your burger before it gets cold. Why don't you eat something?"
She ignored him. "I just want to say something else to Alan," she told him, then she looked back at me. "I wouldn't have to do that, you know, fuck-buddy, if I could just jill off in my own room. It is my room, after all, isn't it? I wish I had a better roommate, somebody like you," she said. "Somebody who wouldn't throw a nutty if I was getting myself off, and better yet would get off with me and help me, like you two do. It sounds like so much fun, jilling with somebody you really like, doesn't it, helping each other? But I don't really like her so that wouldn't work anyway. She has a stick up her ass."
She paused, took a long-overdue break for a second, and looked at Dave, lovingly. "But now I'm here," she said, "and I'm sure Davey will take care of all my needs, won't you? Then I'll be good for a week or so until I'm all hornied up again, then I'll have the problem with her to deal with, but what can I do?"
I worried that Dave might start crying. He seemed close. He pointed to her food. "Why don't you have something to eat, Annette. We can talk about something else."
Once again, she ignored him. Annette looked at Julia. "You don't have the problem, do you?" she asked. "You've got Alan here to take care of your needs. He even lives on the same floor as you, doesn't he? You're so lucky. I bet he takes good care of you. He looks like he's good in bed."
Now she was looking at me again. "It's so nice that you and Dave have such a good relationship, doing it together like that. I'm so jealous. Don't you just love his cock? Davey's is the first uncut cock I've ever had. All my other cocks had only that little leftover flap, or maybe even not that. But not Davey. I just love making the foreskin slip and slide over the head, and the wet stuff dribbling out of the tip. Not the spunk, I just mean the wet slippery juice before the spunk. Don't you just love doing that with your hand? Don't you love the way it tastes?"
Annette was looking at me, expecting me to say something, but there was nothing—absolutely nothing—that I could possibly say. Who was this person, not just talking about me, but talking about her previous cocks and her fuck buddies, right in front of her current boyfriend? And asking me if I liked the taste of Dave's pre-cum? Who does that?
I couldn't take it anymore, and I got up. "I have to get to class," I said. Whoops, it was Saturday, so there wasn't any class, but nobody commented.
Julia got up also, and said "Me too". We picked up our trays and walked out together.
As we left, I heard Annette say to Dave, "Are they mad? Did I say something wrong?"
"Eat your burger," he said. "Don't worry about it." I could only imagine what their conversation would be for the rest of the day.
On the way out, I whispered to Julia, without looking at her. "I'm not gay," I said.
"I didn't say anything," she responded. "I said nothing, nothing, nothing. My lips are sealed."
We made it out of the dining hall, onto the quad, and then we couldn't hold it back anymore. We laughed till we were out of breath and couldn't laugh anymore. We fell into each other's arms, if for no other reason than to keep from falling over.
Then we sat on the grass. "You're not gay?" Julia asked. "It's ok if you are. Really."
"Absolutely not," I said.
"Is he?"
"Not that I know of. He says he's not," I answered. "He's certainly hot for her. He says she gives the most fantastic blowjobs, and I know he loves sex with her."
"But you jack each other off and lick each other's dicks?"
"We only did that sucking thing once. We didn't really like it," I said.
She was quiet, so I thought for a moment to think about what I wanted to say. Then I tried to explain. "Look, Julia, he had this idea that we shouldn't be embarrassed about jacking, and there was no reason we needed to do it in the shower or wait till the other one is asleep or whatever. We should just do it, and not worry about what the other one sees. That makes sense, doesn't it?"
She nodded. I could tell that she wasn't upset or judging me. She just wanted to know what was going on.
"And then," I said, "I was having trouble doing it in front of him. I was all shy or embarrassed or whatever. So he came over and helped me out. I liked it, and he liked doing it, so I help him out too. It's not a big deal. He said does it with his brother too."
