When you live in a student house things can get pretty chaotic at times. Oddly enough they seem to get especially bad when there are long weekends and half the guys aren't home. We had this long weekend recently and after last class on Friday most of the guys had vanished. Most of them were eager to go, with the exception being Jake. His parents rolled up unexpectedly to take him skiing for the weekend. A reward for good grades he was told. It seemed to me that he was oddly unenthusiastic about his reward.
I'd moved out of home permanently and had no intention of going back for the long weekend. If I was silly enough to do so my father would haul me down to his factory and have me doing grunt work the entire time I was there. Spending three days sweeping floors and hauling garbage was NOT the way I wanted to spend my weekend.
It was a minor source of irritation that Michael, my room-mate, also chose to stay. I'd been hoping for a solitary weekend, catching up on some study and not having to worry about someone else. It turned out that I was also a minor source of irritation to Michael. He wanted the room to himself that weekend. He'd planned on it, with his plans involving carnal gratification with a young lady of his acquaintance.
I was in the way and he wasn't backwards in telling me this. Couldn't I find other accommodation for the weekend? I considered this and decided that yes, I could. I'd noticed that when Jake left he went so unexpectedly that he'd forgotten to close his door properly. I'd closed it for him but hadn't locked it. I'd just move into his room for the weekend and he'd never know.
I had my wish, a private room, and Michael had his wish and a chance to indulge in his carnal curiosity. That Friday I put in a few hours study and finally went to bed fairly late.
I went to sleep quite quickly and a couple of hours later I woke up quite abruptly. I was lying there, trying to work out what had woken me, and I sensed there was someone else in the room. My first thought was a burglar. After all, if Jake had come back unexpectedly he'd have turned on the light. Therefore, not Jake. Wondering what to do, my dilemma was resolved when the intruder eased under the covers and snuggled up next to me.
I found that I had a naked female form pressed up against me and it felt pretty damn good. I had certain automatic responses spring to life, responses that were anticipated by the intruder, with a hand slipping down to check them out.
There was a bit of giggling and she started stoking me. I returned the compliment. Not the giggling but the stroking part. My hands were all over her determining that yes, she was naked, yes, she had a very fine set of secondary mammalian attributes, and yes, she might trim certain areas but she didn't shave clean.
For a while there was quite a lot of petting going on, quite heavy petting for that matter. It was blatantly obvious where we were heading but I had a few minor problems with this. First, I was damn sure that this was a case of mistaken identity. This was Jake's room, not mine. Second, Jake had been strangely reluctant to depart with his parents. The reason for this I suspected was snuggled up next to me. Third, when I'd taken over Jake's room I'd noticed his phone on the bedside table. No phone meant no calling and alerting his girlfriend. I couldn't really see him using his parent's phone to call her and tell her no nooky tonight.
Lust said to let her find out afterwards. If she left while it was still dark she might never know who it was. Common decency said I should let her know. (Currently common decency was being strangled by lust.) My fourth concern was the big problem. I had seen Jake's girlfriend and she seemed just a trifle young to me. A thought that was reinforced by her finally speaking and saying something more than, "Ooh, ah, so big, etc."
"God, Jake," she gasped after one frantic bit of groping. "I can't believe I'm finally doing this."
The alarm bells were now ringing loud and clear. With a frustrated groan I reached for the bedside table and flicked on the lights. Lying in bed next to me was Sharon, a very pretty young cheerleader, with the emphasis on young.
"Ah, just how old are you Sharon?" I asked, hating what I thought I was going to hear.
She wasn't looking at my face and hadn't yet spotted that I wasn't Jake. Her attention was focused elsewhere.
"Eighteen," she told me, sounding quite happy about it. "And," she said as she turned to flick a glance at the alarm clock, "two hours."
She was turning to look at me as she said this and I saw the change on her face as she registered that I wasn't Jake.
"Alex!" she exclaimed. "What the fuck are you doing here? Where's Jake."
"Jake is up in the mountains, skiing. Um, considering that it's 2:00am he's probably not skiing but curled up in bed with a ski-bunny."
"Jake wouldn't do that. He's my boyfriend."
"Sharon, Jake would do that in a flash and invite you to join them and you damn well know it."