Student Accommodation

Meeting Bill and Marsha

I met Marsha and Bill in August of my freshman year.

We bumped into each other when we were looking for accommodation. I was searching the list of available places that had been posted on a bulletin board outside student services when a not stunning but very good-looking woman pushed between the guy I was standing beside and me and started looking too.

I remarked, to no one in particular, “All of the reasonably priced places seemed to have disappeared.”

“Yeah,” the woman said. “All that seems to be left is the multi-room places. Look at this one. It’s a fantastic location right across from the university. But it’s two bedrooms. I can’t afford that for just me. At the prices I see here, I can barely afford a studio.”

“I can’t either,” I piped in. “Not if I want to eat.”

The other guy said thoughtfully, “But the price per room of that place is way less than all of the one-bedrooms and most of the studios.”

We stood there a couple of more minutes looking over the list when I noticed the woman looking back and forth between me and the other guy. As I looked at her to see what she was looking at, she said, “Are you guys into sharing a place?”

We both looked at her questioningly.

She continued, “We could share the place between the three of us. I’m fairly quiet and clean. I’m a chemistry major and want a place close to the university because I’ve got a lot of night classes and don’t want to be walking through downtown at night. I was hoping to be on my own, but I don’t think I can be at these prices. To subsidize me, my mom and dad are giving up their vacation for this and as many years as I’m here.”

I looked at her and then the other guy before saying, “You mean the three of us? I don’t know either of you.”

Thinking for a second, I continued, “I guess so. I’m used to having a sister around, so having a woman live with me wouldn’t be too bad. I’m in engineering, and I’ve got a heavy year. I need quiet for homework and studying. That’s why I’m not going into residence. It’s party city, and I can’t afford the disruption. I don’t mind a good party, but it can’t be all the time.”

Looking at her, “I'm tight financially too. The only reason I can afford to be here is because of the scholarships I’m getting. If I don’t continue to get them, then I’m out of here.”

“I’m a science major hoping to become a teacher,” the other guy said. “I’m like you, I need the quiet. I had to take a year off to earn enough to be able to come here for four years. I hope to win a scholarship at some point to make my financial situation easier.”

We stood there for a minute or so thinking before the woman stuck out her hand to the other guy and then me as she said, “I’m Marsha Jackson. I’m willing to try it if you are game.”

I shook both of their hands as I said, “Don Twilling. I’m in.”

“And I’m Bill Jones,” the other guy said. “I need a place and don’t want the hassle of looking, so I’m in too. Let’s sit down and work out how we’re going to do this. I think that we should write down, and all sign, an agreement to cover our arrangement. I did a course on contracts in my last year of high school, so I can write it up.”

Marsha took the listing off the notice board, and we went over to a table to discuss how it was going to work. Part of the discussion involved bedrooms, as there were three of us and only two bedrooms. I suggested that Marsha get one of the rooms while Don and I toss for the other.

Marsha said, “While I’d appreciate having a room to myself, I’m not going to accept any favouritism just because I’m a woman. I want us all to have an equal chance to have one of the rooms. How are we going to decide?”

“I’ll get some straws,” I said. “I’ll cut one of them shorter, and you two will pick. The short straw doesn’t get a room.”

“I’ve got another idea,” said Marsha. “How about we rotate every month? It’ll help keep the place tidy because no one will get too settled, and we’ll all get time in a room by ourselves.”

Looking at Bill, he shrugged as he said, “Great idea. The draw will be to see who doesn’t get a room first.”

Bill then continued, “I have another suggestion. I don’t have a significant other at the moment, but how about if the person who doesn’t have a bedroom has a visitor, then they can use one of the bedrooms, but at the cost of two extra nights for every visitor night? How does that sound?”

I shrugged and looked at Marsha, who said, “I don’t think a penalty is called for. I think it should be one-for-one. What do you think, Don?”

“I agree,” I said. “One for one, it is.”

I got the straws and offered them to Marsha to make the first draw. She drew a long straw. Bill then took one and got a shorter straw than hers. “Looks like I’m it for the first month,” he said with a smile.

Renting a Unit

After a few more minutes of talking, we agreed that we’d go and take a look at the place.

Fifteen minutes later, after ringing the bell of the building superintendent, whose name was Dan, we were being shown the unit.

It was a fantastically large apartment. The kitchen was large enough that the three of us could easily move around in it. It turned out that there was a small dining area that was slightly separated from the rest of the living room by a large archway.

Seeing it, Marsha said, “The third person can use this space as their room. It’s not private, but at least it’s separated and out of the way.”

The master bedroom had a massive walk-in closet, while the other bedroom’s closet was smaller.

Seeing this, Bill said, “How about Marsha uses the smaller closet and you and I share this larger one? We can each get a dresser for our other things.”

“Good idea,” I replied. “What do you think, Marsha?”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said.

Turning to Dan, Bill asked, “Is it possible to rent furniture too?”

“What do you need?” Dan replied.

“Well,” Bill replied. “Do you rent bedroom furniture? I’m going to have to purchase a bed, so if you rent them, I might be interested.”

Looking the three of us over, he said, after a few seconds, “Would you three be interested in a furnished unit instead of this one? It’s the same layout, but it comes furnished. I wouldn’t normally offer it to students, but you three don’t look like you’re out of the same mould as most students.”

Not getting a negative response from any of us, he continued, “One of our tenants has been transferred overseas for the next four years. They didn’t want to give up the apartment, so they asked me to find them someone to sublet it.”

“How much more is it?” Marsha asked skeptically.

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re not able to afford much more than this unit.”

“Well,” Dan said, “let’s take you up to meet Mr. and Mrs. Ralph. They have to approve of you, and you can negotiate the rent with them.”

Looking back and forth between Marsha and Bill, I said, as I tucked in my shirt, “Okay.”

Marsha said, “Can I use the facilities? I’d like to freshen up before I meet them.”

Bill also tucked in his shirt and, using the mirror over the kitchen sink, adjusted his hair. When Marsha returned, she said, “Okay. I’m ready. Are you guys okay?”

Dan took us up two floors to unit 812. He knocked, and a man in his mid-thirties answered. “Hi, Mr. Ralph. I think that I might have some folks to sublet your unit.”

Mr. Ralph looked at him strangely before he said, “Hi Dan. Please come in. The place is a bit topsy-turvy as we’re packing up.”

As Marsha entered, she extended her hand and said, "Hi, Mr. Ralph. I’m Marsha Jackson.”

Shaking her hand, he replied, “Tom Ralph. How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you.”

Pointing at me and then at Bill, she continued, “This is Don Twilling and Bill Jones. We’re three first-year students. I’m in chemistry, Don is in engineering, and Bill is in science, heading into teaching. We’re looking for a quiet place away from the party atmosphere of residence. We were looking at unit 612 when Dan said that you might be interested in subletting.”

Shaking his hand, I said, "Hello, Mr. Ralph.”

Bill, while he also shook his hand, chimed in, “I know that we’re students, but I think we’re different than most students. I can’t speak for Don and Marsha, but I’m here to get through my studies. I’m paying my way, and, after the jobs I’ve had to take to pay for university, I’m not going to blow my chance.”

“I’m in much the same situation,” said Marsha. “My parents are helping with my costs, but they don’t really have the funds. They’re giving up quite a bit so I can attend. I’m not going to disappoint them.”

“To complete the picture,” I said, “I’m only attending university because I’ve been able to receive scholarships that cover most of my costs. If I don’t perform, my scholarships won’t be renewed, and I’ll be out of here.”

Mr. Ralph looked back and forth between us as a woman joined him.

He introduced us to her, saying, “Jennifer. Please meet Marsha, Don, and Bill. Dan brought them up as potential sub-letters. Could you show them the place, please?”

“Sure, Tom. I’d be happy to.”

As she took us on a tour of the apartment, I heard Dan say to Mr. Ralph, “I know that they’re students, but I got a sense that they’re not the typical airheads we normally get. They seem sincere and more responsible. When I told them that we were coming up to meet you, the girl asked for a chance to freshen up, and the two guys tucked in their shirts and straightened their hair. They seem to care. They also seem to be coming to school with the right attitude. I can arrange to keep an eye on them to make sure that they haven’t been fooling us. We can write an escape clause in the lease so I can eject them on fairly short notice, but I don’t think I’ll have to.”

As she did her tour, Jennifer explained many of the features of the apartment to us that Dan had overlooked. The more she talked, the more I came to like the place.

She first showed us the sleeping area. It was similar to the other apartment, but they had installed floor-to-ceiling shelving units in the hallway.

She told us, “We’re going to be leaving some of our stuff here, so you probably won’t be able to use these. If I can, I’ll try and leave at least one of them open, but I can’t promise.”

She then showed us the living room. I was pleased with the layout of the living room. It had two black, leather La-z-Boy chairs facing the television and two black leather love seats.

Jennifer explained, “The two La-z-Boys are for watching television while the couches are set up as a conversation pit.”

Motioning us closer, she whispered, “Let me work on Tom to see if I can get a third La-z-Boy chair. There’s three of you, and it wouldn’t be fair for one of you to miss out.”

I was especially pleased with the fact they were leaving their entertainment system, including an eighty-three-inch flat-screen television with surround sound.

She then showed us the kitchen, and, unlike the other unit, this one had a washer and dryer as well as a chest freezer. When Jennifer finished the tour and brought us back to Dan and Mr. Ralph, she said, “Well, what do you think?”

“It’s nice,” I replied. It depends on how much you want for the sublet. The three of us got together because we couldn’t afford a place by ourselves.”

“Well,” Tom said. “Dan may have told you that we’ve been posted overseas to Rome for four years. The place we’re going to is fully furnished, so we won’t need any of our furniture. Is that a problem?”

“No,” Bill said. “In fact, that’s a bonus for us, uhm, for me at least. I was going to have to go to the thrift store to buy some.”

Seeing Mr. Ralph hesitating, I said, “We’ll be happy to sign just about any sort of agreement you would like us to sign, sir, uhm, as long as it’s reasonable, uhm, for the protection of your things.”

He looked at his wife. When she nodded, he said, “Okay. If we sublet to you for fifty dollars a month more than you could rent an unfurnished unit, would you be okay?”

I looked back and forth between Bill and Marsha. After a moment, Marsha shook her head, and then Bill did. Before I could answer him, Mrs. Ralph said, “How about at the same price?”

Mr. Ralph gave her a sharp look. “I know, Tom. But I’d rather rent to someone that I think that I can trust and break even than to someone I don’t know for a profit. I think we can trust these kids.”

He looked at her and, with a smile, said, “I think so too. Congratulations kids. You’ve got a place.”

We hugged each other excitedly before shaking both of their hands and saying, “You won’t be disappointed.”

Mr. Ralph said, “I’ll leave it with Dan to draw up the sublease papers and make the financial arrangements. He knows what I want.”

Dan then said, “It’s a standard lease agreement. Rather than with Matco though, you’ll be renting from Mr. Ralph. I’ll need the first and last month's rent upfront. Who is going to sign the lease?”

Looking back and forth between Bill and me Marsha said, “All of us.”

Looking a bit sheepish, he replied, “Sorry, but all three of you can’t sign it. I need one of you to sign as the principal tenant. The others will be subtenants, but I need one of you to be responsible. What it means is that the principal tenant is responsible for the rent. It also means that if the other two back out, then the principal tenant is held responsible.”

Looking at Tom, he said, “You want that too, don’t you, Mr. Ralph?”

“Oh,” we said in unison as we saw Tom nod in agreement. I continued, “Can you give us a few minutes, please?”

We went out into the hallway, and I started by saying, “I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t afford this by myself. I’ve got enough for my part of the first and last month's rent. I’ve got a little more, but not much more.”

“I’m a little flusher,” said Bill, “but I can’t take the whole thing on.”

“Nor can I,” said Marsha. “What are we going to do?”

After a few minutes of silence as we all pondered the situation, I said, “Look. If you both agree to give me one extra portion of rent up front, I’ll sign as the principal tenant. That means you’ll have to give me a full month's rent each. That way, if either of you backs out, I have a month to find a new tenant. Deal?”

After a minute or so, Marsha said, “Okay. I’m in. What about you, Bill?”

“Me too,” he said. Then with a smile, he continued, “I’ll just have to cut back a bit on beer every month.”

Going back into the unit, I said, “I’m your new tenant.”

“Great,” both he and Tom said. “If you agree to a four-year lease with a buy-out clause and agree to accept whatever rent increases Matco applies, I’ll, uhm," he said as he looked over to his wife, “I’ll add a third La-z-Boy chair.”

“To match the other two,” Jennifer piped in with a smile.

She, then Tom, shook our hands as he said, “Great to have met you folks. Dan will have contact information for us, so if you have any questions, he will be able to get them answered.”

Bill, who was turning out to be the most practical of the three of us, then asked, “Uhm, the one thing we didn’t talk about was when we could move in.”

Dan said, “We are on the plane to Rome late Friday night, so anytime starting this coming Saturday is fine. Is that okay?”

“It’s okay with me,” said Bill.

“This is Wednesday,” said Marsha. “Saturday will be fine.”

“With me too,” I piped in.

Jennifer said, as we went out the door, “And the lease will start on the first of September. Don’t worry about the last few days in August. They’re on us.”

Waving goodbye as we got on the elevator, she yelled out, “Good luck with your studies.”

When we got to Dan’s office, he said, “You three look like good heads, so I’ll give you some advice based on a lot of years of experience dealing with sharing situations. Firstly, write an agreement between the three of you that lays out your financial commitments. While it won’t be a legal contract, I know judges, if it ever comes to it, should take them into account. Secondly, include fridge space allotments, cleaning responsibilities, and visitor restrictions in the agreement. It probably sounds weird, but believe me, it really helps. If you want, I can hold the agreement for you. That way, if something happens, I can objectively remind you all of what commitments you have made to each other.”

As we left the building, I looked at Bill and Marsha and said, “How about a beer to celebrate?”

Marsha smiled and said, “Sure. Now that I’ve got a place, I’m set.”

Bill said, “I’m all set too. Especially as this place is furnished. I was going to have to buy all sorts of things. This is fantastic.”

We went into the university pub and spent the afternoon getting to know each other over a couple of beers.

We also planned out what we were going to do on Saturday. Bill volunteered to pick us up in the rental van he had all his stuff in and use it to move us.

Marsha said, “I’m staying at a friend of my mom’s out in the suburbs. I have three suitcases of clothes, some boxes of books and personal things, and a computer.”

I said, “I’m staying in a cheap motel out of town near the transitway." I’ve got two duffle bags with clothes, half a dozen boxes of books and personal things, and my computer.”

Bill said, “I should have room for all of that. How about I pick you up on Saturday morning? Give me the addresses where you’re staying. Let’s see who I pick up first.”

Marsha gave him her address, and I gave him mine. After looking at them, we agreed that Bill would pick her up first and then me.

We Move In

At 10:00 Saturday morning, Bill drove into the motel parking lot with Marsha. We loaded my stuff into the van, and I climbed into one of the middle seats.

Dan met us at the loading dock of the apartment building with a small trolley.

Handing us the keys, he said, “Welcome. Mr. And Mrs. Ralph got off last night. The place is empty. They were quite rushed to get to the airport on time, so you will need to give the place a vacuum before you move in. They asked me to apologize for this. Mrs. Ralph also asked me to give you this fifty bucks to get the place cleaned.”

We unloaded the van onto the loading dock. Marsha and I agreed to start moving stuff up to the apartment, while Bill dropped off the van at the rental company.

We put our three computers, as well as some other stuff, onto the trolley and moved the first load up to the apartment. As we took it off the trolley, I looked around and said, “It’s not too bad. Let’s get the rest of the stuff and then worry about cleaning. Okay?”

“Fine,” said Marsha. “I think we’ve got two more loads. By then Bill should be back.”

We did two more trips. As I had pushed the trolley on the first two trips, Marsha insisted that she should push the trolley on the last load, saying, “We agreed to share everything equally, so I want to share in the work too.”

As she pushed the trolley down the hall, I thought, as I watched her ass swaying back and forth in front of me, ‘Not too shabby. She’s got a nice butt.’

As we got to the door of our apartment, I felt a stirring in my crotch and thought, ‘Careful boy. She’s a roommate. You don’t have relationships with roommates.’

We unloaded the trolley, and I took it back to the loading dock as Dan had requested.

As I came into the eighth-floor hallway, I saw Bill at the entrance to our apartment.

We unpacked our stuff into the closets as we had agreed.

Bill, who was the last to finish, said as he came into the living room, “It’s 1:00. I noticed a grocery store a block or so away as I was coming back. Should we go get some groceries?”

Marsha said, “I noticed a shopping cart in the back of the closet that I’m using. I’ll get it to help carry back what we get.”

Agreeing that we could take care of the cleaning, we decided to use the fifty bucks for a good first dinner together.

Walking to the grocery store, we discussed where we should go for dinner. Bill, after several minutes where the options were Kentucky Fried Chicken, Kelseys, and the like, finally hit the nail on the head when he said, “Look, guys. We’re new in town and don’t know where the good places are. Hang, we don’t even know where there’s good takeout.”

After agreeing with him, Bill surprised us when he said, “I took three night courses from a local college on cooking. I then earned the money to come here by working the past year as a sous chef at Baxters. If you agree, I’d suggest an ante pasta as an appetizer, fish with a light lemon sauce and mixed vegetables, either a chocolate, raspberry, or maple mouse for dessert, and old cheddar cheese, coffee, and port afterward. I’ll pick out a nice wine to go with it. Does that sound okay?”

Both Marsha and I stared at him with open mouths. He repeated, “Is that okay, guys?”

“Is that okay?” I said excitedly. “That’s unbelievable. The last time I ate a meal like that was for my sixteenth birthday, when my mom and dad took me out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate. I don’t believe this.”

Marsha said, “I’m game. I’m normally a basic food girl because that’s all my mom and dad could afford. I’ll trust you that it’ll be good. I’m partial to chocolate, so whatever that dessert thing is, let’s make it chocolate.”

“Good,” said Bill with a smile as we came to the front door of the store. “I’ll pick up the food for tonight while I’m getting my stuff. Let’s meet by that bench over there when we're done. If it’s any more than fifty bucks, I’ll pay for it, and you guys can reimburse me.”

Marsha was just sitting down beside me on a sidewalk bench when Bill came out of the store carrying seven bags of stuff. We loaded up the shopping cart and made our way back to the apartment.

Unpacking Bill said, “I had to make a couple of changes to the menu for tonight. They didn’t have a decent antipasta, so I got stuff to make poppers, and I picked up some pre-made bacon-wrapped water chestnuts. The whitefish didn’t look too good, but the trout was on sale. Anyways, leave it to me.”

“How much do we owe you?” asked Marsha, getting her wallet out.

For tonight’s dinner, he replied, after using the fifty bucks, I had to spend another twenty-six bucks. I’m afraid it’s just under nine bucks extra each.”

“Ten,” I said incredulously. “That means that the whole meal will cost under eighty bucks. That’s utterly incredible. How is it so little? When I go out to a pub back home with a couple of guys, we spend more than that on a couple of pints, zucchini sticks, and a hamburger.”

Taking ten dollars from my wallet, I gave it to him. Marsha, not saying anything, counted out ten bucks and handed it to Bill.

Bill said, “Thanks. I’ll get your change later.”

“Don’t worry about it,” both Marsha and I said simultaneously. 

I continued, “A buck is nothing for what I think were about to experience.”

Smiling, Bill said, “I’ll let you know when things are ready. It should take about an hour.”

“Do you need a hand?” I asked.

“Nope,” he replied with a smile. “Well, yes. Could you open me one of my beers, please?”

After getting him a beer, I went to join Marsha, who was standing on the balcony. “Do you mind company?” I asked as I came up to the rail beside her.

“Nope,” she said. “Pull up a rail.”

After a few minutes of standing beside her silently, I asked, “You’re awfully quiet. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she said tentatively. I waited quietly until she continued, “I don’t know that I’m going to fit in with you guys. I’m just a simple girl from a small town. You seem so, uhm, I don’t know, uhm, sophisticated. I’m afraid that you’re going to grow tired of me, uhm, that you’re going to find me boring.”

“Marsha,” I said, “look at me. Look right at me.”

When she finally did look at me, I continued, “We’re all different. My dad has been in and out of jobs all his life. Financially, we’ve had good times and tough times. The one thing I’ve always been blessed with is a mom and dad who loved each other regardless of what was happening and who loved me. Yeah, I’ve led the good life, but for most of my life, we struggled to make ends meet. I told you that I’m here on scholarship. That’s true. But I had to take out a loan to cover most of the rest of the expenses. I’ve got a hundred bucks a month for entertainment, so I’m going to have to be frugal. Bill told us part of his story. I know that he’s had to struggle to get here. I also know that we probably haven’t heard half of it. So, I’m no better, and he’s probably no better than you, okay?”

As she looked at me, a tear rolled down her cheek. I wiped it away as I said, “I got the sense that Bill is really proud of his cooking abilities. I’ve heard about Baxters. If he survived a year there, he must be good. So, let’s humour him.”

“You’re right,” she said as she hugged me. “Thanks for that. I guess I’m just nervous about starting school next Tuesday.”

Going back in, I said to her, “Would you like a beer?”

“I didn’t buy any,” she said. “You can get me one of my ginger ales though.”

“Would you like a beer? My treat.”

She looked at me a second before, with a smile, she said, “Sure. I’d like that.”

Getting our beers, I asked Bill how it was going.

“Great!” he replied. “Things should be ready to roll in about twenty minutes or so. Could you get me another beer, please?”

I sat on the couch opposite Marsha, and we chatted about our lives until Bill called out, “Okay guys. We’re ready to roll. Come and get it.”

We spent the next three hours or so eating some of the best food I’d had in a very long time.

As we sat in the La-z-Boys sipping on port and coffee, Marsha said, "Bill, that was fantastic. I had no idea what I was getting into because I’d never heard of half the things you were talking about. The tastes were exquisite. The smells were divine. Thank you.”

“I agree,” I said. “That was even better than I remember for my sixteenth birthday.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. “I really enjoy cooking. But it’s not too much fun to do it just for yourself. I don’t get to do it often for others, especially for others who appreciate it. So, thanks for your thanks. But, thank you!”

Marsha then surprised me, “Bill, if you’re up to it, could we do this again, uhm, maybe on a regular basis? Uhm, once a month maybe?”

“Sure,” he said. “I’d love to if you guys want me to. I’m not as good as the main chef at Baxters, but with practice, I’ll get better.”

Marsha said, “I can’t imagine better. But I’m willing to try.”

“I agree with Marsha. I’d love to try something better too, if that’s even possible.”

“What’s this I’m drinking now?” Marsha asked.

“It’s called port,” Bill replied. “It’s a dessert wine from Portugal.”

“It’s heavenly,” she replied. “I love the taste and smell.”

“Try swirling it around in your mouth and holding it on your tongue.”

She did and, after swallowing her next sip, said with a big smile, “Oh wow. That was fantastic. I love the feel of it on my tongue. It seems to slip and slide all over the place.”

“Can I have some more, please?”

The three of us sat chatting about this, that, and everything for the next hour.

Bill at one point said, “I’m bushed. I’m going to bed.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “It’s been a long day.”

As Marsha and I started to walk towards the sleeping area, she said, “Don, could you help me, please? I think that I might have had too much to drink. I’m normally a one-beer girl. Tonight, I had beer, wine, and that wonderful port. I feel a little bit wobbly.”

Giving her my arm, I guided her to her room. When we got to the doorway, she said, “Thank you, sir. I can make it from here.”

Turning, she took one step forward and began to fall. I grabbed her around the waist to stop her from falling.

“Whoa,” she said. “I don’t seem to be able to stand or walk too well.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll help you.”

I tried walking forward with her. As I did, my arms around her waist slipped upwards until they were resting under her boobs. I ended up with her face down in front of me and her feet trailing between my legs as I dragged her to her bed.

I moved to loosen the buttons and thought, ‘No. I’d better not do that. She might think I’m taking advantage of her.’

Turning to leave, Marsha sighed, “Thank you, Don. I seem to be having trouble. Could you please do me a favour and undo my belt buckle and loosen my jeans? My fingers don’t seem to want to work properly.”

“Sure,” I said.

As I went back to her, I could see the swell of her breasts from below as her blouse had ridden up from my dragging her.

Undoing her belt, I dug my fingers under the waistband of her hip-hugger jeans to loosen the top button. As I did, I felt the smooth skin of her tummy. Sliding the zipper down, I saw that she was wearing yellow panties.

As I went to say, “There you go,” I noticed that she was asleep. I also noticed that her blouse was very tight against her throat.

‘That doesn’t look comfortable,’ I thought.

I debated with myself whether or not I should loosen it. After several seconds, I thought, ‘I’d better fix it. She could have trouble breathing.’

Starting to pull it down, Marsha sleepily opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Your blouse is up around your neck and could choke you,” I said. “I’m just straightening it.

“Okay,” she slurred as she threw her arms to each side. “Take it off, please.”

Looking at her, I undid the buttons. Her white bra, with my dragging her, had pulled partway up onto her boobs, leaving approximately the bottom third hanging out. All the while I was undoing the buttons, she was staring dreamily at me.

“Ah,” I stammered. “Uhm, Marsha, uhm, your breasts, uhm, they’re, uhm, well, uhm, they’re, uhm.”

“What’s wrong with my boobs?” she slurred.

“Well,” I said. “Your bra has pulled up partway over them.”

“So,” she slurred indignantly. “What of it?”

“Well,” I said, “isn’t it, uhm, sort of, uhm, isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“Oh,” she said as she pulled it up over her boobs to fully expose them to me. “Is that better? Are you happy now?”

“That looks far more comfortable.”

Looking at me with a questioning look, she said, “I asked if you were happy with what you were seeing not if I was comfortable.”

Stunned, I started to say, “What do you mean,” when I saw that the effort seemed to be too much for her, and her eyes drifted closed again.

Taking one last look at her beautiful exposed boobs, I pulled the sheet on the bed over her. I left her room, turning off the light and closing her door, before making my way into my room.

The next morning, Marsha slept until about 11:30 before she dragged herself out of her room, looking like something the cat had dragged in.

“Sorry about that, guys,” she said sheepishly. “I’m normally a one-beer girl. Last night I seem to remember having two beers, some wine and some of that wonderful dessert wine, uhm, port. I guess I got drunk.”

“Well,” Bill sighed. “Not that I was counting, but I think that you may have slightly underestimated your consumption. Between the three of us, we finished a twelve-pack of beer, two bottles of wine, and a bottle of port. I know I had four beers, two glasses of wine, and a couple of glasses of port. What about you, Don?”

"I think that I had three beers,” I said, “two glasses of wine and a couple of glasses of port.”

“By my figuring,” said Bill with a smile, “you had five beers, most of a bottle of wine, and a couple of glasses of port. It doesn’t really matter to me, but you should know why you feel like you do.”

“Oh shit,” said Marsha. “I didn’t think that I had that much. No wonder I feel like I do.”

“I think that’s why you were having trouble with your feet and your fingers,” I said.

Seeing her what do you mean look, I continued, “I had to help you to your room last night. When I left you at the door, I had to grab you to stop you from falling flat on your face. I had to drag you to your bed. When I laid you on your bed, you said that you were having trouble making your fingers work, so you asked me to undo the top button of your jeans and, uhm, loosen your blouse. You then asked me to take your blouse off.”

Marsha looked at me for a couple of seconds before I saw a look of comprehension cross her face, and she said, as she started to blush, “Oh. I said that.”

Sensing her embarrassment, I quickly said, “I undid the button and pulled down the zipper on your jeans. I then undid the buttons on your blouse. Even though you asked me to, I didn’t take it off, before I pulled the blanket over you.”

“So,” she said nervously, “you didn’t, uhm, well, uhm, lift my bra. You didn’t, uhm.”

“See anything,” I replied. After a brief pause, I lied, "No, I didn’t see anything other than the top of your yellow panties and your white bra. Why?”

“Good,” she said somewhat suspiciously. “It’s just that my bra was pulled up over my boobs this morning, and I thought that maybe you had, uhm, you know.”

I knew I was lying as I shook my head negatively and said, “You must have done that during the night.”

Then, with a teasing smile, I continued, “I wish that I had been there when you did that. A boob flash would have been a memorable way to end the evening.”

Looking at me for a moment, she smiled appreciatively.

Bill, who’d witnessed the whole exchange, said, “Damn. The things I miss by going to bed first.”

Becoming More Relaxed Around Each Other

The first major change in our living arrangements occurred in November.

Marsha and I drew straws. I won, so it was Marsha’s turn to not have a bedroom.

On the first Monday after the Sunday switchover, as she really didn’t have a private area to herself, she took to walking around our unit, in the morning and late evening, in only her bra and panties.

On Thursday, after a couple of days on this, Bill called a unit meeting because he was clearly embarrassed.

We had an open and frank discussion during which she defended her actions by saying, “For the most part, I’m wearing more than I would if I was on the beach. I think of you two as brothers, and I always walked around home in front of my two brothers this way. Besides which, while you haven’t seen me, Don has already seen me in my bra and panties so I figured it would be alright.”

After about twenty minutes, we reached an agreement that she, and either of us if we so desired, could walk around in our underwear as long as there were no visitors. In other words, we’d treat each other as brothers and sisters. As a result, I started to walk around in my boxers, and, after a couple of days, so did Bill.

That Friday evening, or actually very early that Saturday morning, I quietly came into our unit about 1:30 after being out with some of the guys.

I was about to turn on the light by the front door when I saw that the room was fairly well-lit by the moonlight coming through the open drapes of the living room.

Not wanting to disturb Marsha, who I assumed was sleeping in the open area, I decided to make my way through our unit to my room by the moonlight.

Entering the bedroom area, I remembered that the effects of a hangover are greatly reduced if you stay hydrated. I backtracked to the kitchen to get some water.

Starting through the entranceway to the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks. In front of me, lit by the moonlight, I saw Marsha squirming on her bed and madly pounding a dildo in and out of her pussy.

Dumbfounded, I stood there totally entranced by what I was witnessing.

After a couple of seconds, I thought, ‘What am I doing? She’s a friend and entitled to her privacy.’

I was unable to turn away, being fascinated by the sight of both her naked body and the pleasure she was bringing herself.

‘My God,’ I thought. ‘She’s magnificent. And seeing her sexually excited is so beautiful.’

I watched, totally engrossed by what I was seeing, until I heard her whimper.

Not wanting her to see me, I turned away and retraced my steps. As I passed the third Laz-Boy, I heard a soft crinkling noise as I stepped on a piece of paper someone had left on the floor.

‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘I hope that she didn’t hear that.’

I made it to the bathroom to get my water and do my nightly toiletry.

Trying to get to sleep, I couldn’t get the vision of the dildo sliding in and out of Marsha’s glistening pussy especially with her body being erotically lit by moonlight. After about thirty minutes, I finally gave in and pounded my own meat.

Around 9:30 the next morning, as Marsha came out of her sleeping area dressed, thank goodness, in a housecoat rather than just her bra and panties, she greeted me with a smile and her normal cheery hello.

As soon as I saw her, my cock immediately began to stiffen as the vision of her from the previous night came back with a vengeance.

It wasn’t until Bill started to ask me about the party I’d attended that the feeling started subsiding.

I noticed Marsha’s attention pick up when I mentioned that I’d gotten home about 1:30.

I said, “I was feeling pretty good. I’m glad we’re so close to the university. I sure wouldn’t have wanted to drive the way I was feeling. Hang, I had enough trouble walking without bumping into things.”

As I finished, I saw Marsha’s body relax and thought, ‘She did hear the paper rattle. She was wondering if I saw her. Now she doesn’t think that I did.’

As soon as I was able to leave without having my erection discovered, I made my way to my room to get dressed.

Unable to make my erection go away, I sighed and lay down on my bed. About fifteen minutes later, after having masturbated, my erection finally relaxed, and I was able to get dressed.

Before I left to run several errands, I asked, “Does anyone need anything?”

Bill replied, “If you have room, could you pick up a twelve-pack for me?”

Marsha said, “I’m good. I’m going out to a dinner dance tonight with one of the cute guys from my class.”

As I made my way to the door, she said, "Actually, Don, there is something. I’m a little embarrassed to ask, but I’m almost out of my moisturizer cream. I think I have enough, but just in case, could you pick up a bottle of Cetaphil Hydrating Moisturizer Cream for me? I really need it for the next few months to keep my skin and, unh, hair soft, especially after shaving.”

Coming into our unit from running my errands, I was presented with the sight of her sitting in one of the Laz-Boy chairs with her legs spread apart.

I did a double-take as I saw what was in front of me. Looking more closely, I saw that she was wearing a skimpy, transparent, blue thong and a matching see-through camisole. They were so transparent that I could see both her pussy and her nipples.

"Whoa!” I exclaimed. “That’s a spectacular vision.”

Seeing her questioning look, I continued, “That pose, in that underwear, leaves very little to the imagination. I can see that you’re a natural brunette, that you don’t trim all your pubic hair, that your left areola is slightly larger than the right, and that parts of your skin appear to be quite moist. Actually, are you sure that you need the moisturizer cream?”

Looking down, back at me, and then down again, she jumped up from the chair and ran into the smaller bedroom.

Coming out a moment later with a housecoat on, she said, with a slightly red face, “Sorry about that. I forgot how revealing this set is.”

“I’m not sorry at all,” I replied with a big grin. “I enjoyed seeing you like that immensely.”

Bill came out of his room a moment later, and I continued, “I hope you got a look too, Bill. It was fantastic.”

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly. “I saw. It was hard to miss. However, I, uhm, I had to, uhm, well, uhm, I had to excuse myself.”

Marsha looked at him, until a few moments later she comprehended what he was saying. “Oh shit,” she said, turning even redder. “I, I, I’m sorry. Oh shit! It won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”

She started to cry, so I wrapped my arms around her and said, “It’s okay, Marsha. There’s nothing wrong. I got excited by seeing my sisters in their underwear as well. I was starting to get hung up on it until I realized that it was just a natural reaction on my part to seeing a naked or partially naked woman. It would only be perverted if I wanted to take it further.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I continued gently rubbing her back.

Bill came over and wrapped his arms around her too as he said, “Yeah, don’t worry about it. It doesn’t bother me as long as you don’t mind me, uhm, excusing myself on occasion.”

Looking up at the two of us, she said, “Thanks guys. I appreciate it. I’m sorry.”

“Look,” I said. “You have nothing to be sorry about. You have a great body. Please don’t worry about it happening again. If it does, I definitely won’t mind. Will you mind, Bill?”

“Not in the least!”

Winking at her, I continued, “In fact, if you don’t mind showing, I don’t mind looking.”

“Me too,” said Bill. “Just don’t be surprised if I react. But I promise that I will never, unless you give me permission, touch you, okay? If you want to walk around naked, I’m okay with it. I wouldn’t have been okay a month or so ago, but I’ve come to realize that you’re a friend rather than a sexual target.”

She looked back and forth between Bill and me before she said, “Thanks, guys. The two of you saying that to me means a lot.”

Slipping off the housecoat, she walked back to her room with an exaggerated swinging of her hips and bum. As she reached the door to her room, she looked over her shoulder and provocatively said, “Enjoy.”

From then on, she became a lot more comfortable with her body around us. It was fantastic to see her confidence.

By the third Wednesday of being in the open area, she began appearing topless at times.

The next Saturday morning, she even went from her sleeping area to the shower naked.

As her friend, I was really happy to see her be so confident and comfortable about her body.

Bill, much to my surprise, was the next to become less inhibited.

The next Saturday morning, he and I were sitting in our underwear on the couches in the living room, quietly reading and sipping coffee. We were trying not to disturb Marsha, who was sleeping in after what I assumed was a late night of partying.

Just after 1:00, she came out of her sleeping area into the living room area dressed only in a pair of skimpy sheer, red panties and fell onto the couch across from us, moaning, “Shit, I’ve got to learn not to party so hard.”

Her sprawl resulted in her legs being spread apart. One leg was on the couch, while the other was on the floor. Unfortunately for her, the way she flopped onto the couch caused her thong to end up being askew. Fortunately for Bill and me, her pussy was on full glorious display to us.

In effect, I, and I assumed Bill, could see into her vagina as her pussy lips had been, as the thong moved aside, pulled apart. We looked at each other and shook our heads.

“Was it a good party?” Bill asked.

“Yeah. It was fantastic! We were at the Crown’s Restaurant and Bar. I was there with one of the girls in my class, Jenny, and her boyfriend to celebrate his birthday. There were three other people with us. One of them, Marcia, is the girlfriend of the bartender on duty so we were getting our drinks at employee prices. Unlike me, Jenny and Marcia can really hold their booze and they kept getting my drink refilled.”

She lay there for several minutes with her eyes closed before she continued, “Did either of you make any coffee? I really need a hit to get rid of this head.”

“Yeah,” said Bill. “Hang on. I’ll get the poor baby a cup.”

Returning with a cup of coffee, I saw that he was erect and thought, ‘He’s hard from seeing her, in essence, naked.’

“Here you go,” he said, standing in front of her.

She opened her eyes and took the cup from him. Then, noticing his erection, she looked down and said, “Oh shit. I’ve done that to you, haven’t I?”

“Yup,” he said, looking at her. “I’m sorry but, sitting like you are, is an incredible sight. It’s quite the erotic pose.”

“Sorry,” she replied.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I’m not complaining at all about seeing you like that. I like it,” he said, squirming a little.

She then said, with a grin, “From what we’ve talked about before, this is something that happens. However, if it’s too uncomfortable, you can take your briefs off. It won’t bother me. In fact, it’ll be a fair trade.”

They stared at each other for several seconds before he slowly put his thumbs under the band of his briefs and pushed them down to let his erection spring out.

Dropping her eyes to look at it, she smiled as she said, “That’s quite a nice one. I love the way it’s bouncing.”

Looking over at me, she said, “Well. Are you going to join us or are you going to be the party pooper?”

I slowly stood up and dropped my briefs to reveal my erection. 

Looking me in the eyes, she said, “Yours is nice too. I’m blessed to be able to enjoy the two of you like this. It’s a girl’s dream.”

The three of us spent the rest of the afternoon naked. Bill and I alternated between hard and semi-hard until almost 6:00, when I, at least, was flaccid.

Around the same time, Bill said, “What do you guys want for supper?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I don’t know what I feel like. Better yet, I don’t know what we have in the fridge.”

“Not much,” Marsha replied. “We’re supposed to go grocery shopping tomorrow.”

“What about a pizza?” Bill said. “I can go down to Georgio’s and get it.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “What do you think, Marsha?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Let’s get delivery though. I know why Bill wants to go to get it. He wants an excuse to get dressed again.”

Looking at her, Bill said, “No, I don’t.”

Marsha looked at him with an I don’t believe you look, so he said, “I don’t want to get dressed.”

He continued, “Look if the delivery person is a woman, I’ll be naked when I answer the door and pay her. I dare you to do the same if it’s a guy.”

He looked at her. She stared back at him before, after a minute or so, she looked away as she said, “I can’t.”

“Chicken,” he taunted her. “Marsha’s a chick, chick, en.”

Diffidently looking at him, she said, sticking her tongue out at him, “You’re on. If it’s a woman, you answer the door naked, and I’ll pay for the pizza. If it’s a guy, I do, and you’ll pay for the pizza.”

“I’ll phone Giorgio’s,” I said chuckling. “I’ll order a large all-dressed. Haha, no pun intended.”

I phoned and placed the order. Hanging up, I said, “It’ll be thirty minutes. When they ring the buzzer to let them in, we’ll know if it’s a man or woman.”

It was quiet and very tense while we waited. Finally, about twenty-five minutes later, our buzzer rang. “Yes,” I asked as I pushed the intercom.”

“Giorgio’s,” said a very deep male voice.

“Come on up,” I replied. “It’s unit 812.”

“It’s a,” I started to say.

“I know,” snapped Marsha. “It’s a guy. You win, Bill! Now give me twenty-five bucks.”

After he handed her the money, she went to the door. She fidgeted while she waited for the pizza guy to show up. While she stood there, Bill and I got dressed so it wouldn’t appear too weird to the delivery guy.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, and, after taking a deep breath, Marsha opened the door and stood in front of a very astonished delivery guy.

He mumbled and stuttered, alternating his stare between Marsha’s boobs and crotch, “Here’s, unh, here’s your pizza.”

Marsha tried to hand him the money. When he wouldn’t take it, she finally said, “It’s a dare. Don’t get excited. It doesn’t mean anything. Take your money, will you?”

Closing the door after he’d taken the money, she turned to face us and said sharply, “There! Are you satisfied? You’ve humiliated me. I hope that you’re happy!”

She then stormed by us and dropped the pizza box on the kitchen table. As she left the kitchen to go to her sleeping area, she said, “Enjoy it. I’m not hungry anymore.”

As she tried to get past me, I enveloped her in my arms. Feeling her body trembling, I said in a soft voice, “Marsha. Marsha. Relax. It was just a prank. Just a dare. You were a good sport to follow through on it. It could have just as easily been Bill standing there in the buff. It’s okay.”

As I was saying this, I felt my shoulder get wet and realized that she was crying.

I rubbed her naked back softly. After a few minutes, her trembling started to lessen.

Bill then came over and said, “I’m sorry, Marsha. I didn’t know that you were so strongly against it. I’m sorry for forcing you to do something that you really didn’t want to do. Will you accept my apology?”

Unwrapping her arms from around me, she wrapped them around Bill as she said, “It’s just that you backed me into a corner. You two are the first guys that have seen me undressed. I’m a very private person, and, unh, well, unh, my privates are mine to show to whom I want to show them. That was a complete stranger. And it wasn’t my choice to expose myself to him.”

“I’m sorry,” Bill whispered as he too rubbed her back. “I promise that I will never force you into any more corners.”

After a few more minutes, she said, “I’m okay now. Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

Bill asked her, “Do you want to get dressed or do you want us to undress and be naked like you?”

After a second or so of looking back and forth between us, she answered, “It doesn’t matter to me. You can eat in the buff or not. It’s your choice. I’m going to stay naked.”

Bill, without even looking at me, stripped of his clothes. I followed suit too so that the three of us were naked. As we undressed, I saw a smile form on Marsha’s face.

Each in our own Laz-Boy, we ate our pizza and watched a rom-com movie on television.

After the movie, Marsha came up to me and, leaning over me as I lay reclined in my Laz-Boy, threw her arms around me, and gave me a big hug. As she did, her hard nipples pushed into my chest.

Kissing me on the cheek, she said with a smile, “Thanks for being my friend this afternoon. You made an unpleasant situation better.”

She then went over to Bill to, I assume, do the same thing.

Since he wasn’t in the reclined position, she placed one foot between his two feet.

While she leaned over to kiss him, she dangled her boobs in front of him and ground her crotch against his left thigh.

As she pulled away, she let her hand slip down his chest onto his lap, and touched his crotch.

When she stood up, it was very obvious that her antics had affected him, as his cock was well on the way to being fully erect.

Seeing it, she said, with a big grin, “There. That’ll give you something to think about, big boy. Happy dreams.”

She walked away from him, swaying her hips and bum in a very exaggerated manner.

When she reached the edge of her sleeping area, she stopped and, with a sensual, over-the-shoulder look, blew him a kiss.

Bill looked at me and shook his head in disbelief. He then, with his erect dick pointing the way, made his way to his room.

The next day, things seemed to be back to what had become normal.

Marsha still walked around in her undies, but they were much less revealing.

The one change was with Bill. He now traipsed to and from his room and the bathroom naked.

Things didn’t really change too much when, later that day, Bill took over the sleeping area and Marsha went into the room he’d been occupying.

She still traipsed around either in a bra and panties or topless, and Bill continued making his way to the bathroom naked.

Marsha Gets an Accidental Show

At the beginning of November, I lost the straw draw and moved into the open area.

After several months of being in a closed room, it took a while to adjust my bedroom habits.

The first couple of weeks weren’t too bad.

As I slept naked, the only strange thing was being greeted by a cheery hello from either Bill or Marsha while I lay naked in bed. It was especially awkward if I’d tossed the sheets off overnight, or worse, if I woke with an erection after having tossed the sheets. Neither Bill nor Marsha said anything, but Marsha did smile a couple of times when she caught sight of me.

On the Friday night of my third week, I’d gone out to a residence party and didn’t get home until after 1:00 AM.

About 10:00 I’d met a girl at the party and spent quite a bit of time with her. We seemed to have a lot in common and to be getting along really well. She even told some off-colour jokes.

In our second slow dance, she’d started to grind her hip and thigh against some sensitive parts of my body, causing me to get a hardon. I could tell from the expression on her face, while we were dancing, that she knew that she’d done it.

The disc jockey must have seen what was happening because he followed that slow dance with another one.

Our caresses got more intense as we danced. I soon began to return her feels by grabbing her ass and grinding my thigh against her crotch area. From the way her breathing changed and the way her face was flushing, I knew I was affecting her.

Shortly afterwards, she dragged me over to one of the easy chairs in a darker corner of the room and flopped into it.

When I sat on the arm beside her, she pulled me down beside her and began to kiss me. The kisses quickly became more and more heated. After a few moments, feeling her hand on my erection, I began to fondle her boobs and ass. She even let my hand wander up her thighs under her barely-there skirt to her crotch, where I felt her wetness through her panties.

We were heavily making out on the chair for ten or fifteen minutes when I felt her hand undo the button on my jeans and start to undo my zipper.

Feeling her hand moving my boxers aside and grabbing my cock, I took the next step too.

I slid my left hand under her t-shirt and, shoving her bra over her boobs, began to fondle her already erect nipples.

While my left hand was so occupied, my other hand moved under her panties to her, as I soon discovered, soaking wet shaved crotch.

I slipped one, then two fingers into her vagina. While I began to move them in and out of her pussy, I felt her hand begin to stroke my cock.

I was totally surprised when a minute or so later she suddenly released my cock, pushed me away, and said, “Stop touching me. I’m not this type of girl. Go away.”

I looked at her with a shocked expression.

Everything that we’d done up to this point had led me to believe I was about to have a sleepover with her.

She quickly stood up and, straightening her clothing, ran off and down the stairs next to where we were sitting.

I was still sitting on the chair, with my jeans undone and cock sticking up. I started stuffing my stiff cock back into my boxers, when a guy wandered over and said, “Don’t worry. It’s not you. Janet is a tease. She does this at every party. You are the second guy she played with tonight. It usually stops with everything still outside the clothing. I’m surprised you got as far as you did. She doesn’t usually let guys feel her up.”

“Really,” I said. “Why does she do it?”

“No idea,” he said. “The two rumours going around are that she has a boyfriend that she wants to remain true to or that she’s a lesbian who enjoys tormenting guys. Who knows? I just wanted you not to take it personally.”

“Thanks, man,” I said as I thought, ‘Wow. What a bitch.’

I rearranged my clothing and, after standing around fidgeting for a while, left.

When I got back to our unit I used the light of the full moon coming through the windows to walk through the living room on my way to the bathroom to do my nightly toiletries.

As I went towards the bathroom, I noticed that both Bill’s and Marsha’s doors were closed and thought, ‘Fantastic! They’re both in bed already.’

The smell of Janet on my fingers as they went back and forth under my nose as I was brushing my teeth brought the memories of what had happened earlier flooding back. Naturally, my body reacted, and my cock became hard once again.

‘What a bitch,’ I thought. ‘I’ve heard of teases but never experienced one. Jesus. What a way to have fun.’

Unfortunately, my erection was full-blown and not likely to subside soon.

I stuck my head around the door to see if I could see anyone.

Seeing both doors were still closed, I used the clothes I had removed to cover my erection and ran back to my sleeping area.

I quickly slid into bed and pulled the sheets up to cover myself. Closing my eyes, I tried to get to sleep. The thoughts of how far I’d gotten with Janet wouldn’t leave me, unfortunately.

After about twenty minutes of tossing and turning, which was uncomfortable with my erection, I thought, beginning to stroke my cock, ‘Damn that bitch.’

After a few strokes under the covers, I stopped and I reached over to grab a couple of tissues.

Pulling away the sheets, I lay on my back with the tissues on my stomach and began to stroke my dick in earnest.

After several minutes, I felt the familiar tingle in my lower tummy. Closing my eyes so I could fully concentrate on the experience, I felt the familiar tingling start to grow. It continued to intensify until I felt I was getting really close.

Opening my eyes to make sure the tissues were in place to catch my cum, I saw a white shape by the doorway into the kitchen.

It took only a second to recognize that the white shape was actually Marsha’s face and that she was watching me beat off.

Unfortunately, I was too close to stop.

My hips bucked up, and a glob of cum spurted out of my dick.

They bucked twice more, each time releasing a small spurt of cum.

As they stopped bucking, I noticed Marsha’s face disappearing and thought, ‘Jesus. She caught me masturbating. Jesus Christ. I thought she was already asleep.’

I drained my cock and wiped up a couple of drips as I thought, 'Well, there’s nothing to be done about it now.’

Pulling the sheets over me, I rolled over to go to sleep.

The next morning, I was the first to wake. Pulling on my clothes, I went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee.

Bill arrived a few minutes after it finished dripping, and I poured him a cup. We sat on the couches, and I told him of my experience with Janet the night before.

“Where was the party?” he asked.

“The third-floor lounge of Twillinggate.”

When I described Janet in response to his question, he said, “It must be the same girl. She did it to me a few weeks ago. She let me rub her crotch through her panties for a few minutes before she broke it off. She just left me hanging on the edge.”

“I got to stick my fingers in her pussy,” I said. “But that was it. She broke it off shortly after that. Like you, I was left frustrated. What a bitch.”

“Yeah,” Bill agreed. “a real bitch.”

As we both sat thoughtfully reflecting, Marsha came in and sat in the chair opposite from where I was sitting.

In response to Bill’s question about what she’d been up to the previous evening, she replied, “The Curries sponsored a Chipendale’s type review last night in Testubes.”

“Who are the Curries?” Bill asked.

“It’s the society of women in chemistry. Ten bucks from all chemistry students’s tuition and alumni donations fund it. It’s named after Madame Marie Currie. I had heard that it was quite the show, and it was. I think that all of the eighty women in Chemistry, both students and faculty, were there.”

“They served dinner from 7:00 to 9:00. At 9:30, the lights dimmed, and a guy came out on stage and began to dance. In total, eight male strippers put on quite a show. By 11:00, they had each done a couple of solo strip routines. They all were extremely good-looking and fit. One of the guys was really fantastic. The only way to describe him was he looked like Michelangelo’s David. Unlike David, he was absolutely huge, uhm, especially when he was erect.”

She continued, “I thought that that was the end of it when all eight of them came out on the main floor totally naked and began visiting each of the tables. It turns out that there was one guy for each table. Several of the final-year girls began to fondle the guy that came to our table and, when he was erect, began to suck him off. He made the rounds to each of the girls at the table.”

Seeing both Bill and I staring intently at her, she said, blushing, “I passed. The girl before me passed, thank God, so I knew I could too. After he made the rounds, two of the senior girls got up and began to dance with him. One of them went in front and the other behind. It was wild to see a nude man sandwiched by two girls. They were both freely caressing his body. After a couple of minutes, he took the front girl’s top and skirt off and threw them on our table. She was dancing in just her panties. She then helped the girl that was behind take off her dress. It was wild to see a nude man dancing while sandwiched by two semi-nude women.”

“When I looked around, the guys at each of the tables were dancing with one, two, or three nude or semi-nude women. I couldn’t get over what was happening. In each group, the guys and girls were caressing each other’s bodies.”

“At our table, the woman in front, pushed down the panties of the woman in the rear. After she stepped out of them, she pushed down the front woman’s panties. When she stepped out of them, she turned around so that she had her back to him. He then slipped two fingers into her pussy. As he was fingering her, I saw that the woman behind was stroking his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.”

“After several minutes of this intense action, they slowly started to drift away from our table. It soon became evident that they were making their way to the stage. Once they were all on stage, the other women from each of the tables started to make their way to the edge of the stage.”

“I, and the girl beside me, followed them up. I’ve heard about what happened next but never, until last night, seen one. The small groups turned into one large group, and a full-fledged orgy took place. Guys were having sex with one girl and eating out another. Girls were caressing each other. Guys broke away from one girl and moved to another.”

“It was, unh, totally, unh, totally unbelievable. Finally, one by one, the guys came. Each time one of them did, a cheer went up from the crowd. When the final guy came, it was to thunderous applause.”

“After they left the stage, we all went back to our tables. The two participants from our table pulled on their clothes and accepted congratulations from their friends. The party broke up shortly after that.”

“I got back here just after 1:00 and, unh, went right to bed,” she said hesitatingly glancing at me.

‘No, you didn’t,’ I thought. ‘You made a brief stop. I hope my performance came close to the one that you’d watched earlier.’

Sharon Joins Us

The second change in our living arrangements occurred when Bill’s girlfriend started being a regular occupant of our unit in February.

Logistically, we had covered this eventuality with the agreement we had discussed before we moved in together. Essentially, we had agreed that whenever an extra person came into the picture on a regular basis, the person they were visiting would ante in an extra ten percent to cover off extras, and they would cover all the food.

Marsha, however, appeared to be extremely uncomfortable with Sharon.

I thought, based on how I had seen my sisters react, ‘She’s upset that she’s not the lone female with two guys. This could be interesting. I hope it doesn’t destroy our living arrangements.’

One Sunday morning, when Sharon hadn’t slept over, Marsha called a unit meeting to talk about the situation.

When we were all gathered with our coffees, I asked, “What’s on your mind, Marsha?”

“Let me start by saying that I’m overjoyed for you, Bill. I really like Sharon, and I think that she’s perfect for you.”

“I’ve found it difficult over the past couple of weeks, though. I’m in the open area, and, unh, I’m finding it difficult because I have to put on a housecoat or clothes when Sharon is here.”

“Why. Do you feel like that?” asked Bill.

“I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. I don’t want to mess up your relationship with her by making her think that the three of us are promiscuous.”

“I feel somewhat the same,” I said.

“Oh. That’s why you’ve been so tense when she’s here. I’ll talk to Sharon about it and get back to you and Don.”

Monday evening Bill reconvened the meeting and reported that Sharon was fine with it as long as the rest of us didn’t mind seeing her in her undies too. He said that she’d felt Marsha’s tension but was afraid to broach it because she didn’t want to interfere with Bill’s friendship with her. Bill explained that it turned out that Sharon had told him that she was a bit of an exhibitionist and was comfortable having others see her in her undies or even less.

As a result, I was greeted the next Saturday morning by the absolutely delightful sight of two women wandering around our unit in their undies.

Sharon was built differently from Marsha in that she was about four inches taller and a little fuller of figure. Marsha, a brunette, I’d estimated as five-foot-seven-inch with a thirty-five-inch chest, twenty-four-inch waist, and thirty-six-inch hips. Sharon was a blonde on the other hand, and I estimated as a five-foot eleven-inch blonde with a thirty-seven-inch chest, a twenty-five-inch waist, and thirty-eight-inch hips.

After coming to this arrangement, Sharon and Marsha got along really well and could often be found in deep conversations.

Just after noon one Sunday, about a month later, Marsha called another unit meeting.

When we were all sitting around the coffee table in the living room, she asked if Sharon could join us because what she wanted to discuss affected her as well.

“Don,” she started after Sharon sat down, “Sharon and I have talked this over. Bill and Sharon have talked about it too. We’re all okay with it, but we need you to be okay too, or we won’t go ahead with it.”

Seeing my expectant look, she continued, “I know you’re okay with seeing Sharon and me in our undies. It’s just, unh, that, unh, sometimes I have to put undies on when I come out of my sleeping area and Sharon has to when she comes out of Bill’s room. I, unh, we actually want to ask you if you’d be uncomfortable with seeing us topless or even fully naked. We’re not doing this for sexual reasons. It’s, unh, just that we’re lazy and, unh, don’t want to have to get dressed if we don’t want to.”

I looked at Bill and then back at the girls as I said, “It doesn’t bother me any. You’re okay with this, Bill?”

Bill looked at me and then the girls before saying, “Yeah,” then shrugging his shoulders, he said, “It doesn’t bother me.”

He continued, much to my surprise, and, given the body language of the girls, “I’ve thought about this since Sharon and I talked about. I think that what’s good for the gander, though, has to be good for the goose too. I think that if you girls can walk around naked, I should be able to as well, even if I’m, unh, you know, aroused. If you two are going to be naked around me, unh, it’s likely to affect me. Is that okay with you two?”

Sharon looked at Bill and then Marsha before nodding, with a big smile, in agreement. Marsha exchanged a glance with Sharon, and then, looking at me, nodded her agreement with a slightly serious look on her face.

“What about you, Don?” she said, looking at me. “Are you okay with having a naked guy walking around?”

“Yeah,” I said, “whatever.”

Finally figuring out that Marsha had worried about me and whether I would be comfortable with the situation, I stood up and, as I started to strip, said, “I guess this agreement pertains to me too.”

Marsha stared at me with a shocked look on her face, and then, with a smile, she stood up and began to strip too. Both Bill and Sharon quickly followed suit, and within moments we were all standing in front of each other, naked.

After a couple of awkward moments where none of us really knew what to do, Sharon broke the ice by saying, as she went towards the kitchen, “Anyone else want a cup of coffee?”

I replied yes and watched her gorgeous ass sway back and forth as she walked away. Unfortunately, the sight of it was enough to start my cock to stiffen. By the time she returned with my coffee, I had a hardon.

She smiled as she handed me my coffee.

In response to my thanking. Her for the coffee, she said, “No. Thank you. It’s nice to be appreciated.”

Seeing my what do you mean look, she glanced down at my erection and then back up. Finally understanding what she meant, I blushed and said, “Well, uhm, that’s one of the challenges I have with being around naked women.”

“Oh. So, it’s not me,” she said with a pout on her face. “I’m disappointed. I thought I was special.”

Seeing my look of concern, she broke into a smile as she said, “I’m just teasing you.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening naked. Bill and Sharon got dressed at about 6:30 to go out to a party, but Marsha and I stayed naked through the evening.

Unfortunately, I had an erection the whole time that varied from what could be described as full-up to half-mast.

Watching me bring back a beer for the two of us during a commercial break, she said, “Aren’t you uncomfortable? Should I get dressed? Would that help make it go away?”

I smiled as I said, “Thank you for asking. It might help, but I’ve got to get used to seeing Sharon and you naked. Unfortunately, I get an erection very easily. So, until I get used to it, I’m going to have an erection when I’m around you. It shouldn’t take too long.”

She smiled as she said, “Okay. It’s just, unh, well, unh, I don’t like to see you suffering. Do you want to excuse yourself during the next commercial break?”

"No, I’m okay. It’s what it is, and I have to live with it.”

With a smirk, she replied, “Or you can relieve yourself here. I wouldn’t mind at all. You never know, seeing you might inspire me to do it with you.”

“You’re incorrigible,” I said with a smile as I thought, ‘You want to watch a repeat performance, don’t you?”

Over the next few weeks, there were many times when we were all sitting around in the nude or in various states of undress. After about four weeks or so, I’d even learned to control my erections when either or both the girls were naked.

Marsha and I Get Involved

The next major change in our living arrangements came at the end of March when Marsha and Sharon arrived home one Saturday afternoon with a rental video.

Both Bill and I were supposed to be out for the evening at meetings of our respective student associations, and they had decided that they were going to have a girl’s night in.

At 4:00 though, both Bill and I received calls that our meetings had been cancelled.

When we told the girls, Sharon responded, “Well you can stay here if you want but you’re going to have to watch our video.”

“Okay,” we both replied, looking at each other. “What is it?” I asked.

Looking me straight in the eye, after glancing at Sharon, Marsha said with a smirk, “It’s an episode from the Australian reality series Girls and Their Boys.”

“A reality series,” Bill said.

She continued, with a twinkle in her eye, “Yes. It’s a reality series. They advertise it as, uhm, a documentary reality series about real people.”

“Okay. I’m not usually into reality shows, but I’ll try it. What about you, Bill?”

“I’ll give it a try.”

“We were going to order in Chinese,” Sharon said with a smile. “Are you guys okay with that?”

After we’d told her what we wanted, she called in the order.

I asked, “Should we start the movie while we wait?”

Marsha, her eyes dancing, replied with a grin, “No. Let’s wait until after the food arrives. Who wants a drink?”

“I’ll have to pass,” I said. “I’m out of booze.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Marsha replied with a smile. “My treat. What do you want? I’ve got a light beer, some merlot, and the fixings for Martinis. I’m going to have a Martini.”

“Do you have a lot of Martini fixings? I haven’t had a good Martini in a while.”

“Yup,” she replied. “How do you like them?”

“Do you mean shaken or stirred?” I replied questioningly.

“That,” she replied, “and how strong? I make mine four or six to one.”

“Oh,” I said. “I used to make them four to one.”

“Great,” she replied happily. “I’ll make a pitcher.”

“I’ll get us some red wine, Sharon.”

While Marsha got our martinis, Sharon turned on the television to the Discovery Channel, where there was a show on how high-definition television sets were made.

As she and I finished our second martini, I said, “You make an excellent martini, Marsha. They’re very smooth.”

“It’s all in the gin. I like Tanqueray, especially when they’re mixed six to one.”

Just then, the buzzer rang. Marsha let the delivery guy in and, after paying him, laid the food out on the dining room table.

We all filled our plates and, after she poured me and herself another martini and Don refilled their wine glasses, we ate while we watched an episode about how wind generators worked.

As it finished, Sharon said, “I’m going to get more comfortable before the movie starts. I’ll be right back.”

“Me too,” said Marsha as she left too. “Can you pour us another martini, Don?”

A few minutes later, both women returned completely naked. When Bill gave Sharon a questioning look, she replied, “You know that I’m far more comfortable without clothes. You can stay as you are or get undressed too. It’s your choice.”

Bill, feeling the beer a bit, I guess, said, "No, I’ll join you,” and started to strip.

Sharon said, almost like a wife or mother would, “Put your clothes in our room, okay.”

Sensing I was going to be the only one dressed, I said, as I got up and went into my room, “I’ll join you. There’s no sense just one of us being dressed.”

As I came out a minute or so later, I found the girls giggling. As I approached, they stifled their laughter.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Marsha replied stifling a giggle. “It’s a girl thing.”

As she reached for the controller, Marsha said, “Everyone ready?”

Before Bill and I got back that afternoon Marsha and Sharon had rearranged the furniture so that the television was facing the two couches rather than the Laz-Boys.

Bill was sitting beside Sharon, so I sat on the couch that Marsha was on. She then turned on the movie.

I was astounded when, after a few minutes, a scene showed a guy and girl stripping off their clothes as they made out. I was even more astounded when their making out turned into explicit sex.

Looking at Marsha, I said, “This is a reality series?”

“Well,” she replied sheepishly. “It’s an X-rated reality series. One of the girls in my chemistry class was talking about it and how it was the first porno movie she’d seen that was for girls as well as guys. I talked it over with Sharon and we agreed, since you two were going to be out, that we’d try it.”

“Yeah,” continued Sharon. “If you aren’t comfortable with it you can leave. Marsha and I are going to watch it and see if we like it.”

“No, unh, it’s just, unh,” I stuttered, “it’s just that I’ve never watched a porno movie with girls before.”

“If you get uncomfortable,” Marsha said with a chuckle, “you can leave. No one will think anything less of you.”

“That’s right guys,” said Sharon. “If watching this isn’t your kettle of fish, then you can leave us to it.”

Marsha, who’d paused the movie when the discussion had started, restarted it.

It wasn’t long before Bill and I were both sporting hardons, which because we were both naked, were in full view of both girls.

During the second segment there were three couples that ended up having sex in the same room. Each of the couples had sex in all sorts of different positions.

I didn’t know about Bill, but I was getting increasingly turned on.

At one point during that segment I looked over at Bill and saw that he had his left arm around Sharon’s shoulder and was caressing her left nipple. She, on the other hand, was lightly stroking his cock with her right hand.

When I looked over a Marsha, she was intensely staring at the screen, but her hand was rubbing the hair at her crotch.

About two-thirds of the way through the segment, during a scene that showed one of the couples in the sixty-nine position, another engaged in standing sex, and the third couple showing how flexible they were, I glanced over at Marsha and found that she was lying back in the corner of the couch with her legs spread wide apart and her fingers rubbing her very wet pussy.

The sight and sound of her doing that was too much for me. I sat back in the other corner and started to stroke my cock.

After several minutes of stroking while watching the screen, I looked over at Marsha and found her staring at me.

When we both realized what the other was doing, she looked at me with a pleading look and, as she weakly smiled, nodded.

I looked at her with an I don’t understand look and she groaned softly, “Please. Please help me, Don. Please.”

I mouthed, “Are you sure?”

Marsha nodded with a smile and mouthed back, as she spread the lips of her vagina, “Yes.”

I knelt between her legs and replaced her fingers with my tongue.

A few minutes later her thighs clamped around my head and her hips rose off the couch as she orgasmed.

When her hips came back down onto the couch, and her thighs released my head, I slid up on top of her and held her until she stopped trembling.

After a few minutes she opened her eyes and with a big smile said, “Thank you. I don’t know why, but I was having trouble bring myself off knowing that you were watching.”

“You’re welcome,” I said with a smile. “Glad to be of service.”

After lying in each other's arms for several minutes she squirmed out from under me and, without saying anything, moved down between my legs.

Within seconds her fondling of my semi-hard cock had me hard again and she was vigorously stroking me.

Watching her, and feeling her hand stroking me, I felt my orgasm quickly beginning to build.

I grunted, “I’m close.”

In response, Marsha lowered her mouth over the head of my cock and began to suck on it as she swirled her tongue around its head.

Within seconds, I felt the pressure of my cum building at the base of my cock and I whispered loudly, “I’m about to cum, Marsha.”

She continued to suck as my cum flowed out of my cock.

Feeling my cum stopping, she disengaged and slid up on top of me to hold me.

After lying in each other's arms for several minutes I glanced over at Bill and Sharon and saw Bill driving in and out of Sharon doggie style. I drew Marsha’s attention to them. Looking at them, she looked back at me and smiled. She then nuzzled into me, and we watched the credits rolling by.

After Bill and Sharon finished and were again sitting on the couch, I said, “Well, that was some video.”

Bill looked over at me and smiling said, “It sure was. I think that was the first audience participation video I’ve ever watched.”

Bill continued, “I think that I missed the third segment, unfortunately. What about you guys?”

Marsha piped in, finally sitting up, “I missed it too. Is everyone up to restarting at that point?”

“Yeah,” said Sharon. “Colleen said that there were some new positions on the video. I saw a couple but maybe there’s some more in the last segment.”

“I don’t know if I’m up for it,” Bill said.

Sharon, with a wicked grin, replied, “I wouldn’t worry about that boyo. I’m sure that I can help out with that if I need to.”

As Bill and Sharon left to get themselves some beer I whispered to Marsha, “Are you okay? We’re not, unh, you know, uhm.”

She looked at me for a couple of seconds and replied, “You’re sweet. No, we’re not involved. I’m thinking that it was, unh, just two friends helping each other out. Like, uhm, we’re friends with benefits. I’m okay with it if you are.”

I smiled and nodded as Bill and Sharon returned.

As the part of the video that we’d missed finished both Bill and I had raging hardons again.

“Wow,” he said shaking his head. “Wow. I sure wish that we’d had this for sex education when I went to school. I didn’t think a guy’s body bent the way that his did.”

“And the girl’s too,” said Marsha. “Could you bend the way that she did Sharon?”

“I don’t know,” she said standing up. She put herself into a strange position that somewhat resembled what the actress had done before saying, “Is this it?”

“I don’t think that’s quite it,” Marsha said as she grabbed the controller and spaced backwards through the movie. When she got to the scene, she paused it and said, “There it is. She’s got her leg bent a little more. Can you bend it that way?”

Sharon did and said, “That’s actually a lot more comfortable than the way I was doing it.”

Bill stood up and inserted his erect cock into her pussy as he said, “There. That completes the picture. Believe it or not, it’s not too bad. I can slide in and out quite easily. How does it feel Sharon?”

“Wow!” she said. “That’s a neat feeling. It’s a cross between missionary and doggie but, the way my legs are positioned, it’s a quite different sensation.”

After a few moments of watching Bill’s cock slide in and out of Sharon, Marsha stood up and said, looking at me intensely, “I know what I just said. But I can’t let those two have all the fun. Besides there are a couple of positions I want to try.”

She grabbed the controller and spaced backwards to another scene where the couple were like they were in the wheelbarrow race position except the guy was impaling her.

She said, looking at me, “I’ve heard about this one but don’t know how hard it would be for the woman to hold it.”

“Hang on,” I said. “I’ll get a rubber.”

“No need,” she said. “I’m on the pill.”

“Better safe than sorry,” I said as I ran to my room.

A moment later I was back with a rubber on.

Marsha got down on her hands and knees.

As the guy had done in the movie, I grabbed her by the ankles and raised her legs to my hips. I then slowly squibbed forward being careful not to drop her. After a couple of squibs, my cock was poised just in front of her vagina. I raised her a little higher and moved forward once more.

“Okay,” I said. “I think that I’m in position. Are you ready Marsha?”

“Yeah,” she said excitedly. “I think I’m wet enough. Take it slowly until we’re sure.”

I lifted her hips higher and gave her pussy a couple of slow licks with my tongue. Though she trembled from the lick, I was able to feel her wetness, and said, as I lowered her, “From what my tongue just experienced, I think that you’re wet enough.”

As I lowered her hips, I moved my hips back slightly.

When things were lined up, I slowly pushed the head of my cock against her opening.

Her lips were swollen but closed. I wiggled my cock from side to side to open her lips.

When they were somewhat open, I slowly began to push into her. The evidence my tongue had gathered was confirmed as my cock slid in easily.

When I was fully buried in her I slowly moved in and out a couple of times enjoying the sensation before asking, “How does that feel?”

“Wonderful,” she groaned. “It’s sort of like doggie but far more intense. I think it’s because my stomach muscles are so tight. Try a few more thrusts.”

After three or four thrusts she moaned, “My God that’s fantastic. Keep going, Don. I’m really close. Really, really close.”

I continued to slowly thrust in and out until, after just four or five more strokes, she said, “Oh. Oh, sweet Jesus! I’m, unh, close, unh, close. Oh, God, I’m cummmmmmmmmmming.”

I felt her legs tense against my hips. However, I could continue to thrust as her legs, even though they had tensed, were spread apart by my hips and didn’t impede my movement.

After a couple of more thrusts, I came too. As I did, she whimpered, “Stop. Please stop, Don. Oh God, it’s, it’s, it’s too intense. Oh, stop! Please, please stop.”

She lowered her chest to the floor and moaned, as my body involuntarily jerked forward. With my second involuntary thrust, her body froze and she wheezed, “Oh Christ, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I’m cummmming again!”

As her trembling subsided, her body went limp. I slowly lowered the rest of her to the floor before cupping her with my body and holding her.

While we lay there, I heard Sharon whisper to Bill, “Wow. I didn’t think that, unh, you know, that they were, unh, involved.”

“They’re not,” he whispered back. “But I think that they might be after this.”

“Let’s leave them alone,” Sharon whispered back. “I think that they’ll need some alone time. They might want to talk this over.”

After hearing their door close, I thought, ‘Wow. This is unexpected. Do I want to get involved with Marsha? I like her. She’s a friend. But do I want this to go to the next level?’

As we lay there, I heard Marsha’s shallow breathing and thought, as I smiled to myself, ‘She’s asleep.’

I fell asleep too. I don’t know how long it was before I felt Marsha stirring in my arms. I opened my eyes to find her staring at me over her shoulder.

“Welcome back beautiful. How are you feeling?” I said.

She twisted around to face me before replying, “I’m feeling absolutely wonderful! I haven’t felt this good in a long, long time. How about you?”

“Fantastic!” I replied enthusiastically. “Utterly fantastic. Like you I feel, I can’t describe it, I feel good.”

“I’m glad,” she said with a smile.

Her face then turned apprehensive as she looked me in the eye and said, “I, I’m sorry, Don. I’m sorry that I put you in the situation of doing what we did. It wasn’t really fair to put you in the position of having to have sex with me. Can you forgive me, Don?”

“Don’t be sorry, Marsha,” I said with a caring smile. “I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry at all. In fact, I hope that you don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m actually happy that you did. It’s something that, subconsciously, I think that I’ve wanted to happen.”

“Not only was it a lot of fun,” I continued, “but, unh, it, well it, unh, I don’t know how to say this.”

“Straight out,” she said. “The best way is straight out. We’re friends and I want honesty.”

“Well,” I continued hesitatingly, “I think it also showed me that we could become, unh, more than friends.”

She looked at me for quite a while before she replied, “I think so as well. Like you, I think that I’ve wanted it to happen too. Almost since we met, I’ve felt something, unh, like a spark with you.”

After she said that we both continued to look into each other’s eyes until I broke eye contact as I gave her a massive bear hug.

“I’m happy,” I whispered. “No, I’m ecstatic.”

When I looked back into her eyes she said, “Can I come to your room? I want us to spend the rest of the night together.”

As we made our way to my room, Bill came out of his room. Seeing the two of us he said, “How are you guys?”

“We’re good,” I replied with a big smile. “Really good.”

“Yup,” said Marsha as she put her arm around my waist and pulled me close. “We’re fantastic!”

“I’m glad,” he said with a smile.

The next morning, after making love again, Marsha and I emerged from our room to find Sharon and Bill sitting on one of the couches.

“Morning,” said Sharon with a big, happy smile. “I’m happy for you two. You’re made for each other. I’m glad you finally came to realize it. I’ve actually seen it since I started hanging around.”

I looked at Marsha and found her blushing.

“I’m happy,” I said with a smile as I pulled Marsha closer. “I’m really, really happy.”

After we poured ourselves a cup of coffee and sat down with them, Sharon said, “I hope you two are as happy as Bill and me.

Bill then said, “I, uhm, we’ve got a favour to ask. Sharon and I want to take our relationship to the next level and move in together. She’s okay if we split the rent four ways rather than three. Are you guys okay with this?”

“Well,” I said, “I’m, well, I’m happy for you. What do you think Marsha?”

“I’m fine with it,” she said.

Then looking at Bill, she continued, “I only have one stipulation.”

“What’s that, Marsha,” Bill said as he looked at Sharon.

Marsha said, looking at me, “I want to share a bedroom with Don. I don’t like sleeping in the open area.”

Smiling, I looked at her and said, “Okay. If you want to, I’m happy with that situation.”

“What do you think dummy?” Marsha exclaimed. “After last night do you think that I was going to sleep apart from you ever again? Are you nuts?”

Epilogue

The four of us lived together comfortably until we broke up after graduation.

Bill and Sharon moved to Vancouver where they, after Sharon became pregnant, got married. Bill is now the head of the Science department in Vancouver Central High School. Sharon is a stay at home mom to their triplets.

Marsha and I got married two months after graduation. I work for the city as an engineer in the transportation planning department and Marsha works for a small pharmaceutical startup as head of quality control. After two wonderful years of trying, we had James and then two years later Caitlin.