Mick Delbasco was shy. So shy in fact that he nearly backed out of coming to school.
Mick was a freshman at ECU, and was planning on majoring in psychology. His roommate, Paul had arrived a few days earlier. Paul was a first-time-away-from-home-wanting-to-play-around-with-life boy. He had his own mini-fridge plugged into his side of the room, and brew skis were abundant.
“So, Mick, what are your plans for this wonderful alma mater?”
“I’m going to study Psychology.”
“Ah, zo, deahr docktor, vat zeems to be zee prohblem, ah yes?” Paul lifted his beer can as a tribute to his new roommate. “Sorry bud, I didn’t mean to make fun of you, but I myself, really never had the need for good old Freud?
“Oh. What are you planning to study?”
“Don’t really know, yet, just figured that I’d hang out a little bit. We’ve got plenty of time for that anyway, don’t you think, I mean it is four years after all.”
“True.”
“Do you want to listen to something good?”
“Sure, what do you have in mind?”
Paul sidled over to his leather bound CD case. It was quite extensive as it could hold something like 400.
Suddenly, the tunes of the Eurhythmics came pulsating through the sound system. Mick had to admit that he liked the music and that Paul seemed like a good enough fellow. The two boys talked for a little while longer, listening to the music, and gently sipping on their beers. “Do you mind if I light up?” Paul asked.
Mick paled, “Sure I guess so, but I have asthma.”
Paul grinned deeply, “So do I.” He went over to the window and hefted it open, here, I’ll blow the smoke out doors, so that it won’t bother either one of us, what do you say to that?”
Mick smiled. “That sounds all right to me, I don’t see why that wouldn’t work. Go for it.”
“Thanks bud.” Paul pointed the pack over at Mick, “You sure that you don’t want one?”
“Nope, I told you, I can’t.”
“C’mon they’re even better than sex.”
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never had it.”
“Never had it?” Paul looked shocked. “Come on, you’re joshing me, a strapping boy like you. What do you take me for, do you think that I fell off the turnip truck last night?”
Mick blushed. “Nope, I’m serious I’ve never even had a masturbation session.”
All the color drained out of Paul’s face. “You have got to be kidding me. It’s so great…”
Mick smiled. “I swear I’m telling you the truth.”
“Not even a blow job?”
