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A week had passed since my unexpected morning rendezvous with Angela. It had been an uneventful week, and I hadn’t seen or heard a word from her since I’d woken up to her sleeping in my roommate’s adjacent bed. I awoke late on the Tuesday to memories of masturbating with her, to her face, her body, her fingers dancing inside and outside her vagina. I’d been looking forward to this Tuesday morning for a couple of days now, as I hadn’t gotten off since the Tuesday before, and I knew I’d have the room to myself while my roommate Josh was at his morning chem lab.
I hadn’t really started to jerk off when there was a quiet, tentative knock at my door, so faint I wondered if I’d heard it or not. I thought about ignoring it, then, shrugging, I got out of bed, put my bathrobe on, and went to see if anyone was there.
To my surprise, it was Angela. She’d left me with no means to contact her, but she knew where I lived and evidently remembered that I had Tuesday mornings alone. I quickly motioned for her to enter.
“Thanks, Jimmy.” She gave me a big hug.
“Nice to see you again,” I responded sleepily. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”
“I wanted to apologize.”
“I’ve been feeling guilty this past week.” She took a seat on Josh’s vacated bed. She was wearing a baggy school hoodie and leggings and looked like she’d just rolled out of bed, with her chestnut hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and circles under her eyes.
“Why have you felt guilty?”
“Because…” she looked away, unable to look at me. “I basically intruded on your space last week. It wasn’t what I’d consider acceptable behaviour to have sex with your roommate with you in the room without your consent. It wasn’t acceptable to objectify you and basically force a sexual experience on you that you may not have wanted the next morning. I’m normally huge on enthusiastic consent and I just wasn’t feeling right about what happened. I was thinking with my pussy, and I was out of control. I wanted just to leave it and never see you again, but I decided I needed to come and apologize to your face.”
“It’s okay.” I smiled at her. “Yes, everything from last week was unexpected, but you had my enthusiastic consent. I was totally into everything that happened. I wouldn’t have minded seeing you and Josh getting it on if I’d woken up the night before, either, so don’t worry about that.”
Angela nodded. “I just kept reversing it in my head, like, how would I feel if a guy did this all to me? I’d have been scared if I woke up to a strange guy with a hard-on in my room. I’d have felt violated if I woke up to Olu and some guy fucking. If I wouldn’t have been okay with it, then maybe you weren’t either.”
“Well, put your mind at ease,” I reassured. “My only regret was not having any way of ever seeing or contacting you again. I didn’t even know your last name.”
“It’s Metzger,” she said matter-of-factly.
“I’m Jimmy Hayes.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Do you want to get some breakfast?” she offered.
My thoughts of jerking off forgotten at least temporarily, I quickly threw on some clothes and headed down to the dining hall with Angela, where we procured coffee and pastries and sat down together at a table. The hall was mostly empty, and we had enough privacy to talk freely.
“I’m really glad to see you again,” I began. “I had kind of given up hope.”
“I really did want to see you again, too.” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “I kept thinking back to the fact that I was clearly out of control in your room, but I’d still set boundaries early on, and you respected them. You didn’t try to touch me; you didn’t try to fuck me. If you had, I’m sure I would have let you, but I’d have felt afterwards like I’d done something I shouldn’t have, and the regret would have kept me from wanting to see you again. But you saw where I’d set the boundary and you stayed on side. It was that, more than anything else, that made me want to see you again. It made you seem like you can be trusted.”
“Thanks. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I had the thought that it would be fun to fuck you. But I didn’t want you to leave, and when the most unexpected and unsolicited sexual experience of my life falls into my lap, I’m just going to accept it without asking too many questions.”
She shook her head. “Yeah. It was unexpected for me, too. I woke up with a flood in my panties and it was over before I really even knew what was happening. Did Josh ever mention me?”
“No. I wondered if he would, but I guess when I didn’t bring it up, he just assumed you’d woken up first and left before I got up.”
“Probably. This is a weird order to do this in, but tell me about yourself, Jimmy Hayes.”
“I’m a political science major, first year. I grew up in Belleville. I like the outdoors, racing, hockey… I don’t know. My family has a cottage up on Rice Lake and I go there kadıköy escort every summer. I never learned to fish, but I like boating and swimming. I’ve got two older sisters, but I’m the only one who went to school here. Yourself?”
“Only child, as mentioned. I’m from Parry Sound. I’m a history major, first year too. First time away from home, really. My parents are overprotective. I’ve been enjoying feeling like I’ve got freedom for the first time in my life here. I like to crochet and knit. I like hockey too. I used to figure-skate when I was younger, and I was pretty good at it until puberty hit.” She gestured at her ample rack. “My whole centre of gravity changed, and I couldn’t do it at the same level. The spins only work when your body is proportional front-to-back.”
“That’s too bad.”
She shrugged. “I’m over it.” Her phone suddenly buzzed, and she picked it up.
“Do you want my number?” I asked as she responded to the text.
I gave it to her, and she quickly texted me so that I’d have hers.
“I’ve got class at eleven,” she said as she put her phone away and started to pack up. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“And thanks for being so cool about everything. We’ll definitely hang out again.” She smiled knowingly.
She hurriedly left the dining hall in the direction of her class, and I headed back upstairs to have a shower before my class at noon. It was nice feeling like I hadn’t done anything wrong a week ago, and I liked the thought that my experience with her wasn’t over for good.
I debated texting her the next day, but I needn’t have overthought it, because she texted me early in the afternoon.
Hi Jimmy. Do you want to come over tonight?
Sure. I thought about it for a moment, then added: Is there any significance to the fact that it’s Wednesday?
Maaaaaaaaybe, she answered, with a winking emoji. Olu leaves for class around 6:45, so you can come over just before 7 at the earliest.
After my classes were done for the day and I’d had supper, I went back to the dorm. Josh was hanging out in the room, but as usual we didn’t really chat, and if my putting on a nice shirt and jeans and cologne had any significance to him, he didn’t comment. I had no guilt about hooking up with his one-night stand, or whatever you’d call Angela’s relationship to him, but I didn’t feel like I needed to tell him what had gone on between us.
Caulfield Hall, Angela’s dorm, was the farthest building on campus from where I lived, and the walk took me a good twenty minutes. I arrived a few minutes early and waited outside until 7:00 before texting Angela. She buzzed me up, and a few minutes later I was in her room.
The rooms in Caulfield were slightly larger than the room Josh and I shared at Draper Hall, but the trade-off was tiny windows and poor ventilation. Draper had been recently renovated, whereas Caulfield still felt like the early 1980’s building it was. Olu and Angela’s room was sparse but still had some personality to it, with a traditional African wall hanging over the bed I guessed was Olu’s, and a Roy Lichtenstein poster hanging over Angela’s.
Angela was sitting nervously on her bed, jiggling her crossed leg up and down. She was wearing a low-cut floral top that accentuated her cleavage and a mid-thigh length skirt. She had clearly taken the time to do her hair and makeup.
“I’ve never seen you all dolled up before. You look lovely.”
“Thanks,” she said sheepishly. “You clean up well yourself.”
There was an awkward silence.
“I thought it would be nice to try it in my room for a change,” she explained.
“Are the ground rules still the same?” I asked.
Angela nodded. “Are you okay with that? I don’t want to lead you on.”
“Well…” I took a moment to collect my thoughts. “Do you want to have sex?”
She nodded. “I do. But…”
I waited for the but.
“But I like this so far.”
“I like it too.”
“I’ve gotten the impression you’re not a judgmental person, Jimmy. Can I be honest with you?”
“I lost my virginity in high school, did you?”
“Yep.” I waited to see if I should elaborate.
“I don’t know if it was like this for you,” she began, “but sex back then was this big, massive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I wanted it, I wanted it badly, but there’s so much social pressure not to lose your virginity to just anyone, and I really wanted to make sure it was right before I did it. I waited until I was 18 and lost it to my boyfriend at the time. I loved him, and it was the right decision to wait. I have no regrets. But after we broke up, sex stopped being a big deal. It became, I don’t know, something that was expected. Most guys respect a girl’s virginity, but once you’re not one anymore, they all expect you’ll fuck them because you fucked whoever before. Maybe not right away, but eventually.
“And if I liked the guy, sex would happen, and it was maltepe escort often really good. But until last week with you, I had never gone back to not having sex with someone. Like as soon as I reached the destination with a guy, they stopped caring about the journey. This past week I’ve realized how much I missed the journey. I miss being felt up through my top and wondering if he’s going to go up my shirt. I miss being fingerblasted in the back seat of a Jeep. I miss feeling a guy straining through his jeans and knowing I can’t reach in there and take it out, no matter how much I want to. Barriers are hot.”
“It was like that for me too,” I remembered. “I lost mine to my long-term high school girlfriend, too, and the experience for me was basically the same, except I was probably the one pushing for it rather than gatekeeping. But even after having had sex with a couple different girls, the thought of touching a boob has never lost its novelty to me, no matter how many times I’ve done it. I get what you’re saying. I miss those days too, even though sex is awesome.”
“Sex is awesome, but the idea of having those teenage restrictions back, of not just automatically having sex every time you like someone, has me crazy horny.” She bit her lower lip as she eyed me, and I could sense her arousal hanging like a mist in the air. “I love feeling like there’s no expectation to have sex with you. It’s why I came back to your room yesterday. I’m not saying I’m never going to fuck you. But I like that you’re not making me feel like I have to. It’s making me really fucking want to.” She smiled sweetly at me.
“I’m a little confused, but I think I get it.”
“And for the record, I’m not interested in being your girlfriend. I don’t want to be exclusive. But this thing we’ve stumbled upon has been fun so far, and I’m completely okay with the idea of keeping it going as long as we’re both having fun. Maybe someday we’ll bang, maybe we won’t. If we meet up once or twice a week on Tuesday mornings or Wednesday nights and relieve some tension together, whatever that means, I’d enjoy that. If you want to stop at any point, or if you meet a girl and want to be monogamous with her, no hard feelings. And I don’t want you being jealous if I sleep with someone else, either. Deal?”
“It’s a deal.” I held out my hand and she shook it.
We sat, eying each other from across the room. The sexual tension was palpable.
“So how hot was last week?” I finally asked.
“Oh, my God.” Angela broke into a huge smile. “I was not expecting anything like that to happen.”
“I’ve had sex… well, enough. But I’ve never seen a guy jerking off before. The idea of just watching a guy getting off, not able to touch him, it did things to me.” Angela sighed lustily. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You could have touched me,” I volunteered.
“Well, sure, but like I said, it’s hot not always getting everything you want. Don’t you remember the first time you felt up a girl? I bet you didn’t go all the way right away. First, she let you touch over her top, then under her top, then under her bra. Each step felt like such a big deal.”
“I remember. Making out for like two hours and not being able to cum, or even to touch where you want? On her body or on your own?”
“Then racing up to your room as soon as he drops you off to get yourself off as fast and hard as you can?”
I could feel my erection springing to life in my pants, and the look on Angela’s face was full of tension.
“I’m so glad this is going to happen again,” I volunteered.
“Me too.” Angela slid a hand into her skirt.
Suddenly, there was a key in the lock, and in burst a woman. She was short, dark-skinned and dark-eyed, with long black hair in cornrows and wearing a jean jacket and a long skirt. Angela jumped, startled, as the moment between us was ruined, our hands now innocently resting in our own laps. The Black girl eyed me suspiciously.
“I’m Jimmy,” I volunteered helpfully. I wondered if Olu had noticed the bulge in my pants.
“Olubusayo,” she responded with a slight Nigerian accent. “I go by Olu.”
“What happened to your class?” Angela asked accusingly.
“The professor’s wife went into labour early,” she answered. “One of the TA’s was there just to mark attendance and let us go. It’s nice to have a free evening. Was I interrupting anything?”
“No, no,” Angela lied. “We were just getting ready to go out.” She moved towards the door, grabbing her coat and shoes and motioning for me to follow.
“Nice meeting you!” I called out helplessly.
We headed outside. It was only a quarter after seven o’clock, but the sun had set, and the campus was lit up by streetlights. The leaves had mostly fallen from the trees, but it was unseasonably warm and still out — a pleasant evening for a walk.
“Fuck.” Angela’s frustration was obvious.
“At least she didn’t get back ten minutes later,” I observed.
“Yeah, escort bayan there is that…” She looked around, making sure we weren’t being eavesdropped upon. “Are you still horny?”
“A little, yes,” I answered. “We hadn’t really gotten going, but it was heading that way. Are you?”
Angela nodded. “I told you thinking about this thing we’ve discovered has been turning me on, and you already know I don’t get a lot of chances to do anything about it. Is Josh home tonight?”
“He is, but I could ask him to give us the room.”
“No thanks. I don’t want to deal with that awkwardness in case he sees me.” She rolled her eyes. “I’d only be comfortable going back to your room if I knew for a fact Josh won’t walk in on us.”
“Fair enough. I don’t suppose you could kick Olu out?”
“I could, but I really don’t want to. She’s been so understanding having a roommate that’s less conservative than she is, and I don’t want to push it with her.”
“So, what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” She batted her eyelids shyly.
“Do you think we could find a private place to continue this somewhere?” I smiled devilishly at her.
“I think we probably could. Library?”
“I thought you didn’t like getting off in the bathrooms,” I remembered.
“I don’t. I was thinking of a private study room.”
“They all have windows in the doors,” I pointed out. “Security or the librarians check in every now and then.”
“Could we cover them over?”
“Probably not without arousing suspicion.”
“You’re right.” She sighed in frustration. “It’s a bit too chilly to think about doing it outside, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “We could find an empty classroom or something.”
“I’m not comfortable doing something like that anywhere we might get walked in on,” she replied. “I’m horny right now, but I’m not really an exhibitionist. I don’t want someone seeing us.”
“I’m not an exhibitionist either, and I don’t want someone watching me. Other than you.”
“Fuck.” She bit her lower lip. “I need my Wednesday night orgasms. I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get to cum at least twice.”
“How about the pool?”
“That’s not a bad idea.” She smiled. “I’m pretty sure there are a couple of unisex family changerooms there. We could lock ourselves in.”
With that settled, we walked hurriedly and silently to the university pool complex. My senses were assaulted by humidity and the scent of pool chemicals as we entered. The pool was hosting a practice by the men’s water polo team, according to the sign by the door, and the bored-looking receptionist paid us no heed as we swiped our student cards at the turnstile. If I’d been working security, I’d have been mildly suspicious of two people going in without swimsuits or towels, but we seemed to get away with it.
One we reached the locker rooms, we tried the door on each of the family changerooms in turn, but they were all locked, and locked in a way that made me suspect they weren’t just temporarily occupied.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned.
Angela nodded. “I bet the custodians cleaned them and then locked them, since there are no more family swims tonight.”
“It’s the men’s water polo team out there, right?”
“I think so.” I looked out through the plate glass window, where a bunch of athletic men were practicing with water polo balls. A couple of male coaches stood on the pool deck, directing affairs.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
I wasn’t. “Sorry, I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Do you see any girls out there?” Without waiting for my answer, she added, “I’m going to go check if anyone’s in the women’s changeroom.”
Angela disappeared and I stood awkwardly in the hall, watching the men practicing, nervously hoping no one would walk by and ask what I was up to. I looked carefully out the window, and sure enough, there were no girls out on the pool deck or in the water. A few moments later Angela returned.
“Coast is clear.”
“I don’t want to get caught in the women’s changeroom,” I complained.
“So, don’t get caught,” Angela shrugged. “I need to get off. Join me or don’t.” She walked back into the room. I swallowed and followed, my heart pounding.
The women’s changeroom looked more or less like any men’s changeroom I’d ever been in. The first room was relatively open with banks of lockers and assorted benches. The place was deserted and freshly clean, with a yellow “wet floors” sign lying in the middle of the room. I decided that meant the janitors were already done cleaning and hopefully wouldn’t come back. Angela was already halfway down the space and clearly not inclined to remain in the locker room, so I followed her.
The next room was a bathroom and showers.
“What’s with the individual shower stalls?” I asked, fingering a shower curtain as I looked at a room with about twelve individual shower bays, subdivided and each with ample privacy.
“What do you mean?”
“Men’s locker rooms usually have just one big, open shower pit instead of individual stalls.”
“I guess women like privacy?” She shrugged. “Sometimes if you’re on the rag or whatever you don’t want other people seeing.”
“I wouldn’t mind privacy either…” I mused. “Maybe they’re worried about guys jerking off in the showers?”
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