It can be rough being eighteen and going to school. OK, it might be a university, but when you get right down to it a university is just another school with teachers and classes and homework. They might call them professors and courses and assignments but it still means the same thing. Spending all day being talked at and then spending your evenings studying and doing those insufficiently damned assignments.
Oh, yes, there is one more difference. Instead of living at home and being served meals by a loving mother you're sharing a house with friends and finding your own meals.
I was currently sharing a house and a room. Mandy and I had decided to share as it was cheaper and a poor student had to count her coins very carefully, only doling them out when she had to.
I came staggering home from a study session in the library one hot Friday afternoon, totally drained of all my youthful exuberance. I was hot and sticky and tired and irritable and hungry and ready to savage the first poor soul who crossed me. The first thing I did was grab a cup of coffee and, heat notwithstanding, I needed that coffee.
The house appeared to be deserted, the other tenants either not home yet or they had been and gone, heading off for a carefree Friday night. I wandered down to my room and there was a note on the door from Mandy. It seemed her mother had had a minor accident and she was spending the weekend at home. Would I please tell Brad if he came past?
Brad was Mandy's wannabe boyfriend. He'd drop by sometimes to coax Mandy out on a date. Sometimes she'd go and sometimes not. She couldn't really text him that she wouldn't be home as that would give him some importance that she didn't want him to have just yet. Hence I should tell him if he came past. Assuming I was home.
I shrugged and dropped the note in the rubbish and headed for the bathroom and a nice shower.
Half an hour later I was back in my room, feeling a hundred percent better. I was cool and clean and feeling sweet tempered and all was well. Apart from the fact that I was hungry, but that I would attend to in due course.
I dumped the towel I was wearing on the bed and turned towards the wardrobe to select something to wear. That, naturally enough, is the moment that the bedroom door opened and Brad walked in.
Partly that was my fault as I hadn't locked the door. This sort of situation is the reason we have locks on doors. Most of the fault belonged to Brad as he should have knocked and waited for an answer, not barged straight in without knocking. Was he hoping to catch me or Mandy naked? Um, he's male. Of course he was hoping that that would happen.
For a couple of moments we just stood and looked at each other. Brad looked startled and then a big grin just lit up his face. I was standing there absolutely naked, not even wearing socks, and I had no idea what I looked like. (Apart from naked.)
My first thought was to scream and grab for the towel I'd just dumped. My second thought was more along the lines of why the hell should I? I'm allowed to be naked in my own bedroom if I wanted to be. So I just stood there and glared at him.
I wasn't particularly surprised to see Brad spin around and start back in the direction from whence he came. I was a little surprised when he stopped and closed the door. (He didn't forget to lock it, either.) Then he turned back to face me, his eyes running all over me, a happy smile on his face.
"Ah, Mandy had to go home for the weekend," I told him.
From the way his smile got bigger and brighter I started to suspect that I shouldn't have mentioned that little fact.
"Um, feel free to leave any time now," I gently hinted.
"But I've only just got here," Brad said. "It would be rude of me to just turn around and leave again."
"You may not have noticed," I said acerbically, "but I'm not exactly dressed for visitors."
"I hate to contradict a lady," Brad told me, "but you are definitely dressed the right way for what I have in mind."
It was odd but up until that point matters sexual hadn't even crossed my mind. Yes, I was naked in front of a man, but it hadn't bothered me. It hadn't even embarrassed me. It was just a case of him being in my bedroom at the wrong moment and he should have been embarrassed and leaving with great haste.
Now with one little innuendo everything changed. Now I was NAKED in front of a MAN and he WANTED me. How could I be sure that he wasn't just teasing? Easy. My eyes had dropped down and he had a bulge in his pants that was getting bulgier.
