Good Girls 2: A Good Boy
This is Rhonda. Letty went home to her folks this weekend, so I will continue her story.
She has already described me very favorably, so I will only tell my side of the story. On this campus, there are very conservative people, who upon realizing my life style, flatly rejected me. Especially Theresa, my roommate. She is attractive, blonde, but she's not my type. We barely tolerated each other.
One day at the library where I worked part-time, a charming young freshman called me: with short black hair, very white skin, green eyes and impressive breasts. She requested me to recommend some books about journalism, and I took it upon myself to bring them to her. She thanked me with a dazzling smile before sitting down to work, and that filled my day, what's more, my whole life until that moment. It was love at first sight, but I didn't tell her, and that was worse: she had to find out about my sexual preference from other people.
They weeks passed, and the sight of her walking around the campus made lose control, and my roommate got angrier because she realized that I had seen fresh meat.
One week in particular, she gave me this ultimatum before going to class:
"I can't stand you anymore! Hurry up and move in with that slut, whoever she may be, or else, I'll be the one to leave!"
"But I'm not seeing anybody!"
"Then, why are you walking on air? Some bitch must have bewitched you. I don't want to imagine the filthy things that you dream about doing with her!"
I stormed out of the dorm room, and in a recess, I went to the student center to think about how would I solve my dilemma. I guessed that, if I were fucking a man, she would not nag me so much, that hypocrite. Meanwhile, Letty came close by me. She was radiant that day, but I was not in any mood to greet her, nevertheless, she took the trouble of conversing with me, and she even offered to be my new roommate. At first, I could not believe that somebody would do this for me, especially she; but as the day of her moving approached, I looked forward to it, but I was afraid that she was going to reject me the day that she got to know me better. I was especially afraid to give in to the temptation of her body and make an advance on her that we would both regret. I thought of building willpower to, at least, admire her in silence. Anyway, she narrates our first encounter better.
A great advantage of having this kind of intimacy with my roommate is that we didn't compete, let alone fight for the use of the bathroom, on the contrary, the surprise of entering when the other one is already inside is more pleasant.
She worried a lot about my well-being, as if she were the older of the two, and her attention was an oasis in that desert of affection. When the gossip began to affect her, I wanted to fight for her.
A month later, we met Julio, a Pedagogy student, who became interested in Letty. He has tan skin as I do, but the bright eyes like those of her. He is not tall but he is muscular. Any woman would find him attractive, except Letty or me, for obvious reasons. One afternoon in the cafeteria, I was held back too long at the checkout line and I saw how the boy approached my friend, trying to start a conversation. I looked at them unnoticed, and at first, I noticed that she politely insinuated that she was not interested. Feeling a little jealous, I barged toward the table and I touched her shoulder without subtlety. That attracted the looks and murmurs of others nearby. Julio was going to leave us, but he seemed to have noticed everyone else's reaction, and then, he tried to also chat with me. Among other things, he mentioned that he came from another university and that he was already a sophomore. He did this so that we would not have to leave the table, at least, until we finished eating. Then he disappeared.
One Saturday afternoon, we attended a basketball game on an outdoor court, and there was Jules. I commented to Letty:
"That guy doesn't know when to quit..."
