Chapter 5
I returned home from my holiday to France in mid-August, so I had a few weeks at home before it was time to start packing for university in early September. Dafydd, Craig and I managed to get rooms in the same student hall block. We would all have individual bedrooms with ensuites, a shared kitchen, and a living area with a TV. It was a mixed block, so the other three rooms would have girls living there. Dafydd was now going steady with Claire, and she was attending Liverpool University. As she would be so close, they planned to see each other most weekends; I expected Claire would also have many sleepovers. Dafydd was more excited about that prospect than he was about going to university; finding time and privacy for intimacy was frustrating for them both.
On the appointed day we could move in, my mum and dad drove me to Manchester. Dafydd came along with his family, and we went in convoy, stopping en route for lunch. Both cars looked like we were moving house, but we didn't know what we needed. We both went with the, if in doubt, take it philosophy. The student block was relatively new, and it was one of the ones we'd both looked around whilst doing the university tour the previous year. It took several trips to transfer all our belongings, and Dafydd ended up with more than he could fit into his room. After some re-organisation and rationalisation by his mum, they moved some stuff back to the car to take back home. We both said our goodbyes to our folks and then settled in.
Craig joined us shortly afterwards, as did the three girls. Dafydd and I helped them carry their belongings as we were both at loose ends. Once all the parents had left, the six roomies decided to get pizza in, eat together, and get to know each other. There were a few anxious-looking faces amongst the girls, being on their own for the first time away from home, but as the evening drew on, we were laughing and joking around. We played a few card games, Uno being the favourite, and then discussed what everyone's plans were for fresher's week.
Freshers' week consisted of many social events organised by the student's union and the chance to sign up for some of the many clubs and societies they had. I signed up for an indoor climbing club. They had access to an excellent site, and although I'd never done any climbing, it looked fun. The six of us did the pub crawls and quizzes together and went clubbing for a few nights. I sought out the local taekwondo and judo dojos, introduced myself, and joined the university gym. I also saw a jujitsu club nearby but decided to wait and see how much free time I had before committing. There was a large park near our block, so I could jog most mornings without running along many roads. A sign advertised park runs there every Saturday morning, so that might be worth investigating.
University proper started the following week, and the workload was utterly different to 'A' levels. We had about fifteen hours of 'contact' time a week, and the rest consisted of lab work, assignments or reading. It meant we could plan our week to suit ourselves to some extent if we completed the non-lecture work. One of the nearby student blocks was undergoing maintenance following a water leak over the summer break. Four students on my course had to change accommodation at the last minute, and one was housed in a hotel for the first two nights; I didn't envy any of those affected. Over September, we all started getting into our different routines.
I was still doing judo and taekwondo twice a week, and I also taught at the university clubs when I could, having reached the required level in both disciplines to assist. I enjoyed indoor climbing and eventually was getting respectable at it. I had a good build for climbing, being tall (I was now six feet four) and good, well-defined muscles all over. I would never win any prizes in a bodybuilder competition, but you could tell I was a regular at the gym. As expected, Claire started coming to stay over the weekends. My room was next to Dafydd's, and the thin walls didn't leave much to the imagination of their nighttime activities. After the second weekend, he cottoned on to the noise they were making as the rest of us, particularly the three girls, constantly teased him about it. Subsequent weekends were more subdued, but I could still make out they were having a good time.
Craig then started going out with one of the three girls, also called Claire, which would be confusing. After a few weeks, their relationship progressed to nighttime activities as well. The rest of the flat just hoped they stayed together for the whole year, as things could get frosty if they fell out.
Dafydd, Craig, and the two Claires often went clubbing together over the weekend. I frequently joined them, as did Mary and Samantha, the other two girls in the flat. The two Claire's constantly tried to set me up with girls we saw in the clubs. I managed to dance or drink with some of them, but I never left with any; either they drank too much for my liking, reminding me of the wasted girls I'd seen in Bristol the previous summer, or we had nothing in common. Mary and Samantha were both now dating blokes they'd met, and the five of them, plus Claire, constantly gently ribbed me about being single.
Part way through October, I started to think maybe I was too picky and decided that the following Saturday night, if they weren't drunk, then I'd take whoever I picked up back to my room and finally lose my virginity. It wouldn't matter if it were only a few week's fling; at least the others in the flat would hear my headboard banging against the wall instead of always the other way around.
The weekend I picked to try to bring anyone back to the flat, I decided to do a park run on Saturday morning. I hadn't slept well on Friday night for some unusual reason, but I woke up excited and feeling alive. It was an odd feeling, almost euphoria, and I wondered if someone had spiked my drink the previous night or if I had unknowingly inhaled cannabis. The only other logical reason was that I was excited to do a park run, which made no sense as it was just for fun. Still, I supposed feeling like this was better than being in a bad mood. I had signed up online for the run and arrived early to register and get my number.
Being in the city centre, a large crowd gathered, so I made my way to be near the front when the time came. I had been running for years and expected to be one of the faster entrants. The run started, and others near the front jostled and pushed to the lead. I let them get on with it and settled behind them, picking up my usual pace. The route the run took was three laps of the park. As we progressed, some of those who had been jostling for the lead at the beginning started to drop back, and I was in about twentieth. We came to the final corner, and I put a burst of speed into the final straight and finished sixteenth. There were about three hundred participants, so I was pleased with that. I then did some stretching to warm down, lifting each leg over my head and resting it against a tree. Just after I'd done that, I heard a piercing scream behind me; I turned around and saw a beautiful blonde woman charging across the grass towards me.
"David! David! Is that you?"
I recognised something about her eyes and face, and then it hit me.
"Alicia? What are you doing here?" I asked in shock.
She jumped up at me and threw her arms about my neck, wrapping her legs around me and spinning us around. My arms automatically grasped her back, supporting us. After a complete turn round, she dropped to the floor and looked up at me. Her vivid blue eyes I remembered from that night on Mull; her lovely blond hair was much longer now and tied into a ponytail, falling well below her shoulders. She had lost quite a lot of weight since that night by the quarry but still looked well endowed in the breast department. She now looked like a model, though.
"Wow!" I said, "You look absolutely stunning!" I declared, "How are you? Are you studying here? What's happened to you? Where are you staying? What are you studying?"
"One question at a time!" she laughed back at me. "Where to start? Shall we go somewhere and grab a coffee, then we can spend the rest of the day catching up?" she paused before continuing, "Oh, you don't have any other plans, do you? I'm assuming too much!"
"I don't have any plans, but if I did, I'd cancel them to see you again," I responded, smiling at her. "I've often thought of you and hoped you were doing well. Where are you staying? I'm in student halls just around the corner."
"I was meant to be at the block that flooded," she said. "They moved us into a four-bedroom house nearby. There are only three of us, as someone dropped out at the last minute, so we have plenty of space. It's nice, it's even got a little garden. Do you want to go and get showered and changed and then meet me back at my place?"
"That's a great idea, Alicia; give me the address, and I'll be there in about thirty minutes! I'm so pleased to see you again! I'll grab some pastries on the way as a treat." I gave her my mobile number, and she took her phone and texted me with her address.
"Now I've got your number as well," I said. "I always regretted not asking your mum for her number."
"Why did you want my mum's number? Do you fancy her then? She's a happily married woman!" she chuckled to me.