Suitemates (Part 2)

Anne didn’t have a reason to help me out, but she did. She even helped me get a volunteering position at the bookstore at our uni, where she worked. It distracted me from my thoughts and breakup.

During our hangouts, Anne and I talked a lot. She would tell me about the different guys she dated. She had a lot of experience. She dated a guy who worked at a local bar, with a degree in metaphysics. She dated a man twice her age in her hometown. She slept with two exchange students at our uni. I only had Christopher.

I managed to pass my courses during sophomore year. My gpa was on the line, but at least I passed.

During the summer we went back to our hometowns. Anne and I didn’t talk much.

One day I received a text from her telling me that she had a sex dream about me. I didn’t know how to react. I thought it was both hilarious and weird.

I decided I wanted to live off campus during my last couple of years of uni. I found a decent place close to campus, where I would be sharing a suite with 6 other people, but get to have my own room. Coincidentally, Anne was one of my suitemates. I expected her to be excited to see me, but she was just “okay” about it.

Ironically, I was seeing less of her when we became suitemates. Our schedules were very different, we had no classes together and when I got to see her, it was on campus while I’m rushing to class.

I had to interview a lot of people for an assignment. I was asking my flatmates if any of them didn’t mind being voice recorded. Anne was heading out and told me she wouldn’t mind if I interviewed her later that day.

At night she came to my room, wearing an oversized black t-shirt, no pants. After all, it was a voice only interview. Our “interview” was interrupted by inside jokes and laughs. I noticed for the first time how her hair fell around her face. How sweet her smile was. How shy yet funny she is. I was also weirdly attracted to her voice. The interview took longer than I anticipated. It was too informal, I didn’t include it in my assignment. I enjoyed it regardless.

After she left, I resisted going to her room and knocking on her door to ask if she wanted to hang out for a little longer.

In the following days, I was too anxious to meet her. It was as if that interview awakened something in me. I was having all these fantasies and feelings towards a girl. It was so new and confusing. Whenever she was around I felt nauseous. I obviously was developing a crush on her.

Note: I am honestly just ranting. It is not a sex story as you probably noticed. Someone talented can turn it into one.