Imagine walking into your kitchen at the crack of dawn and seeing a naked woman standing there.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Oh, I was just looking for some orange juice," said the unknown strawberry blond, whose breasts jiggled with each footstep. Her smooth pink complexion was uniform all over the flesh of her body.
I was surprised, but not shocked, considering my promiscuous college apartment roommate, Julianne. I'd never known her to be lesbian, but here was proof.
"And you are...?" I asked, leaving the question in the air.
Julianne entered the kitchen, wearing just a T-shirt and said "Oh sorry, Trish, this is Beth. She spent the night. I've been meaning to tell you about it."
"Nice to meet you, Trish," said naked Beth, extending her arm to shake my hand. I stared at it for a moment and then shook her hand. I wondered if she washed her hands after her sexual encounters with my roommate.
"Let me see...Wait...here is orange juice," I offered and quickly poured a glass for naked Beth.
"Thank you, that's totally cool of you," said Beth obsequiously. She looked directly into my eyes, with her luminescent green eyes. This naked woman had a great smile, amongst other gifts.
"Hey, I'm sorry about the overnight guest. I never told you that I was into women," confessed Julianne. Her guest returned to the other bedroom, giving us a little privacy.
"I saw you with Jason a couple of weeks ago," I commented, trying to keep calm. "You brought him home and slept with him, right?"
"Oh, yeah, I do guys, too...sometimes. I mean...not that often, but I guess I'm bisexual," declared Julianne. "It's awkward talking about it. I don't want to piss you off. You're a great roommate. If it causes a problem just let me know."
"Hey, whatever floats your boat," I said trying to limit the discussion. "I need to study." I was looking at Julienne's bare legs and thinking about the girls rolling in the hay. I always thought I was hetero, but I never considered the other option before.
"And I will give you the rent check on Monday," she said. "We'll talk later. Sorry." Her plump bare ass showed from under her T-shirt, as she slinked away to her bedroom.
I heard them giggling and perhaps sexual sounds as I got dressed and cleared out to run my Saturday morning errands. I grabbed my purse and car keys and left.
Julianne is pretty. She has been a boy-magnet for me, with her long legs and big eyes. Her punk rock style always reminded me of women in the girl band, The Bangles. She actually has been a pretty good roommate, except for her sexual escapades. I had some thinking to do, whether to make an issue of the lesbian situation.
When I returned in the afternoon, Julianne was alone. She was dressing up to go to a concert that I had wanted to see, too. She was all cleaned up and seemed to have her mojo back. I didn't provoke an argument and just made casual conversation. Julianne can get feisty.
"I have a date that night with Andy who I met at a party the previous week." I didn't convince anybody that I actually wanted to go on this rendezvous.
"Oh, sounds great. I hope you have fun," she said. "Hey, I got you something," she said, handing me a little teddy bear with a red heart on it.
"Oh, that's sweet, you didn't need to." I answered. At least she recognized that we've had our disagreements, most of which are her fault.
"Well, we have to come to an agreement concerning sleep-overs. You make the rule and I will follow," she said surprisingly cooperative for such a fiery personality.
"Look, Julianne, I had a guy over twice, and you've had some people. Let's just make a hard-and-fast rule that nobody sleeps over two nights in a row....or monopolizes the apartment more than an evening and breakfast. Is that workable?"
"Fine with me, Trish," she agreed. "So feel free to bring Andy home tonight, if you want and I will clear out entirely. No problem." I already knew that Andy was not a keeper. I would come home early and frustrated to an empty apartment.
"Are you hanging out with that girl from last night?" I asked.
"Not necessarily. She isn't coming to the concert," Julianne said. "I don't know. Do you like her?"
"No, I didn't like her," I grumbled, not able to forget the sight of her nude body. Beth—orange juice girl--I repeated her name in my mind.
At that moment, Julianne and I were unable to communicate the feelings of friendship and jealousy. I am not sure I knew what I was feeling. I actually don't like having cold tantrums or words unspoken.
I started thinking about being alone at college, and struggling with grades and money. I missed my parents and my old high school boyfriend. Actually, I was still upset that we just fizzled. It got too comfortable. He was just a friend, and neither one of us were excited or horny for each other any more.
My parents lived in Ohio, which really wasn't really so far away—just a 5 hour drive.
I went to my room shut the door and got dressed for my date with Andy. I could hear Julianne's music cranked up loud, and she sang excitedly with the songs she would hear tonight. I wanted to go to that concert.
A while later we were both in the kitchen having a snack before leaving, Julianne complimented me. "You look great, Trish. That outfit is really amazing on you. Have a wonderful time, sister."
Sister? She kissed me on my cheek, and felt satisfaction that she understood me so well. She knew I was upset about the woman this morning, partly jealous, partly distressed about the concealed lesbian situation. As she was leaving she said, "Don't worry. Everything will be just fine."
She left and I went to look at myself in the mirror. My brown hair was freshly washed, wavy and shiny. I guess my figure is pretty good, but I'm not stacked. My face is pretty or cute even without make-up.
Then I just sat watching television, waiting for Andy. He showed up early. He bought me dinner at a steak restaurant, but he was boring like I anticipated. By midnight, I was ready to go home. First dates suck.
When I got home, I didn't invite Andy inside. I let him kiss me, but I cut it short.
When I went inside, there were candles everywhere. Soft jazz music was playing from Julianne's room. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed naked, except for a necklace.
"Meditating?" I asked, looking over her naked body.
"Om manipadme Om," she started, then laughing, saying "No, actually, I was just waiting for you. How was your date?"
"Kinda boring, y'know?" I responded, and then changed the subject. "Are you alone? Did Beth go to the kitchen for orange juice?" I quipped.
"Nope, just me."
"How was the concert? Was it good?" I asked trying to ignore her nudity.
