This is based on a true story that happened to the roommate and brother of "Annie", a friend of mine. Micki's name was not changed since she eventually admitted to the incident. Tom never confirmed but also never denied it.
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Tom was a high school senior preparing to visit the same university where his older sister was a senior. She invited him to stay at her apartment while he was on campus. She told him just to let himself in when he arrived late on a Friday. She would be out on a date and her roommate, Micki, would likely be out all night.
Tom pulled into the apartment parking lot. He had visited at the beginning of the school year but had never met the roommate. He let himself into the apartment and found a note from his sister along with linens to make up a bed on the couch.
Tom prepared his bed and then stripped down to his sleeping attire, just his boxer shorts, and settled in for the night. Not much was on TV so a little after 11:00 he turned off the lights and tried to get some sleep.
Barely a few minutes later he heard a key in the front door and the door swung open. The outside light created a silhouette of a petite woman in a very short skirt. He knew at once that wasn't his sister who was tall, like him.
A hand brushed the wall and the room light came on revealing two strangers staring at each other. Tom, on the couch with the sheet pulled up to his chin and a shapely coed in a too tight white blouse, short plaid skirt, over-the-knee stockings, and shiny black buckle shoes. She looked like someone from a schoolgirl fantasy.
She spoke first. "You must be Tommy."
"Only my sister calls me Tommy. I hope you're Micki, the roommate", he responded.
"Yep, Annie is like a sister to me so that would make you like my little brother."
Tom sat up, gathering the sheet to make sure he was appropriately covered. He couldn't help continuing to look up and down at the vision standing before him. Micki was aware that she was being admired and didn't mind it.
"Annie said you would be out on a date so I wasn't expecting you," he spoke up.
"Yeah, long story." She set her purse on the end table before striding over to the refrigerator. She could feel Tom's eyes following her. "Hey, there's one beer left. Wanna split it?"
"Sure," he replied.
Sharing a beer with a beautiful college,
he thought,
it can't get much better than this.
Micki twisted off the bottle cap and tossed it in the trash. Not bothering with a glass, she swayed over to the couch, kicked off her shoes, and plopped down in a small space between Tom and the arm. Her already short skirt rode up a few inches. Both noticed but neither minded or mentioned it.
For the next couple minutes they made small talk about Tom's visit and college plans, passing the bottle back and forth.
When a lull in the conversation came, Tom said, "So, what's the long story about your plans tonight?"
She looked at him with a coy smile. "I'm not sure you are old enough to hear those details."
"I'm 18. Does that qualify?" he smiled back.
He is cute,
she thought,
I'll see if he can handle the truth.
"OK, Tommy, here's my sad story. I haven't had a really good date in a couple of weeks, if you know what I mean. I managed to get this guy in one of my classes to ask me out. He is really smart, and kinda cute. He didn't know it but this was going to be his lucky night."
Tom continued to watch her. The neck of her blouse revealed the tops of two beautiful breasts. The remaining buttons gapped open showing a hint of her push-up bra.
She continued. "So, I put together the sexiest outfit I could find and gave him every opportunity to take it off me."
Tom gulped, glancing away from her cleavage, shifting once again to her bare legs. Micki's skirt rode up causing Tom to wonder if he just saw Micki's panties.
She went on. "I knew this guy was inexperienced but he must also be dense or not interested because he never responded to my moves. After a while I got frustrated and told him I had a headache and needed to go home."
Tom just sat there, not knowing what to say.
