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When we were studying at Oceanview University, I lived in a home stay up north while my best friend Satomi lived right on campus in a coed dormitory. I dropped in there quite a bit, and had always been fascinated by the whole atmosphere there. My home stay was nice of course, but it was like Satomi’s dorm was this gateway into a world of attractive eligible guys. At the toga party, I met two of her dorm mates: Hector, a Colombian science student, and Kevin, a soft-spoken Chinese American would-be writer. Also, there was one summer when the Japanese exchange students Takuya and Hiro stayed there. They were kind of cool and friendly to Satomi and me.
I didn’t really know the other guys in her dorm so well. I’d seen some of them, talked with them a little bit at dances and such. One guy who kind of interested me was Todd. He was tall, slender, Anglo-American, mysterious looking with long black hair that hung down in his eyes.
One of the first times I met Todd was early Sunday morning. It’s a bit strange to see people up at that time, because so many of the guys who live in the dorm stay up partying late Saturday night. Todd is different, more serious, more studious maybe.
I didn’t really know what to say to him though. I made some silly comment about the weather. He got this wistful smile on his face, gazing over at me, but didn’t really say too much. We didn’t really know each other at that point. I think he did find me amusing.
I began to see him around after that. One day, a bunch of us were sitting in the common room watching TV. Todd suddenly, got up, and asked me if I’d hold onto his keys for him. It all happened so fast, and I was kind of shocked that he would even ask me, but just to be agreeable, I said,
“Sure.”
I have to say the way he did it made quite the impression. He looked deep into my eyes as he placed the keys in my hand, and then cupped his hands around mine as if he wanted me to know he was entrusting me with something incredibly private, the key to his room. I couldn’t help but be affected. I don’t really understand western dating so well, but I thought he must be doing this to show me he likes me, right? I mean why else would he even do it? He could just hold onto the keys himself. Why give them to me, a complete stranger?
After he left, I just sat there, looking at the keys, kind of stunned. The other people in the common room had barely even noticed, but I was still reeling a bit from the intimacy of it all.
Todd eventually came back, and I gave him his keys back. I thought we would chat, but it was getting near time for supper, and people got up to leave. He kind of got caught up in the shuffle. He glanced back at me, but I didn’t know what to say. He got swept along in the crowd, and soon disappeared down the hall, leaving me here alone wondering if he liked me or what.
I didn’t see him for a while after that. I tried to drop by at Satomi’s dorm on the breaks between classes, but he never seemed to be around. I couldn’t just forget him though. For a moment there, we did have this connection. The way he looked so deep into my eyes, there had to be something there, don’t you think? I looked around the dorm, but I couldn’t seem to find him. I guess he was off at class, or holed up in his room wherever that was.
Then late one night, after work, I dropped by at the dorm. Wonder of wonders, I found him sitting alone in the common room fooling with a deck of cards.
“Hey!” I let slip, so surprised to see him. “Todd!”
“Hey, Emi! How are things?”
“Um… OK… what are you doing?”
“Just playing solitaire. Wanna play?”
I kind of wanted to go upstairs, and get cleaned up after my long shift at work, but I was worried he might disappear again. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to straighten it out, popped a breath mint, and then sat down on the carpet across from him.
“How do you play?” I asked, still a bit nervous even talking to him. He smiled to reassure me, and then carefully explained the rules of speed solitaire. It’s a pretty easy game. Basically, you just try to get rid of your cards onto these piles in the middle. I imitated him, but when I’d reach out to place one of my cards on the pile, sometimes my hand would collide with his. I laughed nervously, but he just smiled, and scratched his neck, maybe a bit embarrassed himself. I was pretty happy because here we were in tune again, relaxing, and having a good time together.
Soon, though, he said,
“Hey, I’ve got another deck up in my room. Want to come up?”
Now like I said, I don’t really understand western customs, but to me, that sounded like he was inviting me up to his room to have sex. Don’t you think so? I mean I didn’t know him at all, but we did seem to have this connection. And the way he was looking at me, it seemed clear to me that he liked me. Just given the whole atmosphere, it did really seem like a proposition. Don’t you think?
I looked back at him, a bit surprised I guess, considering my answer. I hatay escort do like Todd. He has this smoldering intensity the way he looks at me. It makes me feel like he really cares about me, and is not just taking things lightly. I don’t know. Part of it was the whole atmosphere, it being late at night, so quiet, the stars shining in through the window. It was pretty romantic. I could go up to his room, you know? It would be so easy. Then again, I probably look a mess, after my long eight hour shift at work.
“Um, c-c-can I just go upstairs, and get cleaned up?” I stammered.
“Um… yeah, sure. No problem,” he smiled.
I bowed a farewell, and ran off upstairs, all excited now. Satomi was asleep, but I fished out my things, headed across to the bath, brushed my teeth, and had a shower. Luckily, I had some fresh clothes in a bag in Satomi’s closet. Nothing too fancy, just jeans, a t-shirt and sandals, but they look nice enough. I got dressed, and then scurried back down to the common room, all keyed up. Todd wasn’t there anymore, but this Korean American girl Lori was.
“Um…” I wasn’t sure what to do. “Did you see Todd?”
Lori shrugged. Shoot. Where on earth did he go? I told him I’d be right back. I don’t even know what room he is in. I guess I could ask Lori or the porter or someone, but it is kind of late, and I guess it would sound kind of suspicious me asking his room number in the middle of the night. People would probably guess that there was something going on between us. I stood there in the common room, but there was no sign of him, no noise at all apart from the TV. I waited for a while, but eventually, I gave up. A bit disappointed, I went back up to Satomi’s room, changed into my nightie, and went to bed.
The next day, I went back home to Loretta’s, showered, got dressed up in a beautiful blue sleeveless skater dress, a bit more sexy, and then came back to campus. I found Todd lying out on blanket in the quad with a friend of his, Darren or something. Darren was tall and blonde. I went up, and tried to talk to Todd.
“Hey, um… Todd. Do you have a second?” I guess I knew I’d better not explain the whole thing in front of Darren. Darren was talking too, and Todd was listening to him, and maybe didn’t hear what I had said. They seemed to be in the middle of something. Darren kind of looked at me, like ‘who the heck are you?’
I was kind of confused. Here I was convinced that Todd and I had this real connection, but now, the morning after, Todd seems barely aware that I’m even here. I was so sure that the night before, Todd had made a pass at me, so why is he ignoring me now? You’d think if he was interested in me, he’d tell Darren to hang on, so he could turn, and talk with me. Did I offend him somehow? Or he doesn’t want Darren to know he’d been hitting on me? Is he playing hard to get? I was kind of mystified.
Anyway, I left the two of them there to talk about whatever was so important, went back up to Satomi’s room, and chatted with her instead. I thought of telling her the whole story, but I knew she’d think I was dreaming, imagining some mystical connection that wasn’t there. I don’t know if Satomi falls for guys that often. She’s pretty pure that way, guarded or whatever.
In the days to come, I kept seeing Todd outside around the dorm, but he always seemed to be busy, deep in conversation with Darren or other people. Maybe Todd does like me, but with all this other stuff going on, it was hard to tell.
I had to do something though if I want Todd to pursue me again. I really think that night he somehow must have got the impression I wasn’t interested in him. And that’s why he ran off? Or maybe he only gives a girl one chance, and if she doesn’t take it, he gives up on her? But that doesn’t make any sense. Guys don’t act like that. Do they? Who knows? There are a lot of things I didn’t understand.
The next few days I stayed at home at Loretta’s. Then on Saturday, I brushed my teeth, showered, pulled my long black hair back into a ponytail, and added a touch of raspberry lip gloss to draw attention to my lips. From my closet, I got white undies, a nice rose blouse and a pair of comfortable old stone wash blue jeans, and pulled them on. I said goodbye to Loretta, and headed to campus. There was a language exchange that day, and I knew that my new friends Minori and Nao were planning to go, and thought I could maybe get their advice. They are a bit more worldly than Satomi, so they might know more about how to handle men.
Just north of the fitness center, there is a salad and sandwich shop, so I went in there to get some lunch. Minori was there with Sven of all people. Minori is short, Japanese, but she can be quite beautiful at times. She has lustrous lips, long eyelashes, a cute little button nose. Guys find her sexy I guess.
Sven has these wide shoulders, dyes his hair blonde. He is not Swedish despite his name. I wouldn’t say Sven and I are friends exactly, but I see him around a ığdır escort fair bit, at the exchanges and stuff. He is awfully friendly to me, but I think he has a Korean girlfriend. He and Minori looked surprisingly close, reclining in their chairs off to the side by the windows. I did kind of wonder if there was something between the two of them, but maybe not.
“Hey, guys, can I join you?” I asked.
“Yeah, sure. Have a seat,” Sven smiled, sliding over to let me sit next to him.
“Emi. What’s wrong?” Minori asked. “You look a little…”
I hesitated, wondering how much I should tell them.
“I was wondering… how do you get a guy to be interested in you?”
“What? Are you interested in some guy? I thought you were with…” Minori didn’t know Ryosuke all that well. I hadn’t really told anyone that he and I had kind of got into a disagreement (long story!), and were taking a break.
“Who are you interested in?” Sven probed.
“What? No one. I don’t know. Paul at the exchanges is kind of cute,” I diverted, not wanting to explain this whole thing with Todd. Paul was a British guy I’d run into at the exchanges a time or two. He was there for the outdoor barbecue on the field back campus, but that was kind of a unique situation.
“Ah, you can get any guy,” Sven scoffed. “You are a total babe.”
I looked at Sven, surprised a bit that he would say this. He and I have never really been involved. I mean I knew him a little bit, but he has never asked for my phone number or anything. I get the impression he’s this way with a lot of girls, kind of flirty or forward or whatever.
“No, but I mean what do I do specifically? Say there’s a guy who I think is interested in me, but I want to get him to… well, you know, like ask me out or whatever.”
“Just give him a peek at your body. You’ve got like the cutest ass ever.”
I made a raspberry sound with my lips, shocked he would even say this.
“Your ‘ass’? When did Sven see your ‘ass’?” Minori asked in Japanese, all up in arms now.
I tried to laugh off the question. Sven and I are really not that close, but he was there the night of the ‘Bare-as-you-dare’ contest at Hernando’s, and probably saw my ‘ass’ then. (o^_^o) Also, Sven was the one who organized our trip to the outdoor music festival. Minori looked pretty curious, but I signaled for her to let it drop.
“Tell you later,” I whispered.
“Here, Emi,” Sven perked up, all into it now. “Stand up. Show her your ass. You’ll see what I mean.”
I just glared at Sven, annoyed that he would even say this out here in the middle of the restaurant.
“Come on. It’s no big deal. You saw that Chem girl at the exchange…”
It took a second, but then I realized who he was talking about.
“Chieko?”
She’d come to the language exchanges earlier in the summer. She was a bit of a geek, a science genius girl, studying chemistry at university in Japan. She wanted to get a western boyfriend, so she’d taken to wearing these black hiphugger jeans. When she was standing up, they didn’t look so bad, but some of the exchanges are held outside. We’d all sit down on ground sheets on the grass, and when she sat down, that would pull her waistband down. We all got a look at her cute little butt cheeks clear as day, shining in the bright sun. I hadn’t realized that Sven had been there that day, but Minori and I definitely were.
“Yeah, that was something. That was a bit too much though, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, but she got with that Backstreet Boys guy.”
Again we knew who he was talking about. One of the guys at the exchange had his hair done up like the idol AJ McLean of the Backstreet Boys. I somehow doubt he knows anything about chemistry, but we did see them leave together, and walking around together not long after that. I guess they were an item.
I looked over at Minori wondering what she made of all this. She scratched her head, amused, but didn’t really give an opinion. Minori herself is no stranger to teasing. She tries to play it down, but she has really big breasts. Guys always flock around her at the exchanges. She is pretty popular. Guys like me too, but I’m a bit more unassuming. I don’t stand out as much, but then again I try to dress like a good girl most of the time.
“Come on. Show us your ass. No one’s here.”
“Phffft!” I scoffed. “I’m not stripping here!”
“Anyway, that’s the way to get a guy interested. Show him some skin.”
Minori and I kind of went silent. Sven stopped grinning, and settled down. The waitress came, so I ordered some lunch.
“Where’s Nao by the way?” I asked Minori. Nao is a friend of hers, kind of cute, but also maybe worked in bars before coming to America.
“She said she’s coming. She’s probably on her way.”
“What about your girlfriend, Sven? What’s her name?”
“Kyung-mi. She’s out of town.”
That kind of explains why Sven was so horny that day. It seemed likely Kyung-mi had gone back to Korea. Minori and I ısparta escort looked at him with sympathy. I really didn’t know much about her, but she is very pretty.
Anyway, eventually, we finished up lunch, and headed to the language exchange. There was no sign of Paul that day, but we did sit with this Chinese American photographer guy Ed. He seemed nice, relaxed and well-mannered.
Satomi didn’t show up for the language exchange, but after, I said goodbye to Sven and Minori, and headed to her dorm to find her. No sign of Todd either, but I was actually a bit annoyed at him for ignoring me all the time. That evening, I holed up in Satomi’s room, and chatted a bit with her and Hector and the other people who lived on the fourth floor.
Night came, and Satomi let me sleep over. She had this extra futon which I laid out on the floor. I went to bed fairly early.
The next morning, Satomi was up before I was, showered and dressed, scurrying around gathering up her books.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Off to the library. Big essay coming up.” She signaled an apology, winked at me, and then was gone. The room was all quiet again.
A bit annoyed that she was always running off somewhere, I stumbled out of bed, stripped off my nightie, and dug a medium-size white towel out of her closet. It was still early, maybe just past seven, so that meant the dining hall was open. I’ll just nip across, brush my teeth, have a quick shower, and then go grab some breakfast. It didn’t sound like anyone else was up, so I just wrapped the towel around my naked body.
I slid my feet into my sandals, and checked to make sure I had my key, bath kit and change purse before shutting the door. Luckily, there was no one in the hall. It was usually pretty quiet in the dorm Sunday mornings.
I’ve always kind of marveled at how the washrooms here are all co-ed. Satomi carefully avoided showering when there were people around, but sometimes I’d see two pairs of feet beneath the shower curtain, a big guy, Mark(?) and a perky blonde Cassie, showering together. I was kind of envious.
I stripped off my towel, and hung it up on the peg outside the shower. It felt good to get naked, and shower off, getting all nice and squeaky clean. I spritzed some body soap into my hand, and lathered up my breasts and pussy, getting a bit excited. I miss Ryosuke, fooling around. It is kind of fun making love in the shower.
I eventually rinsed myself off, and grabbed my towel from the peg to dry off. I wrapped the towel around me. I tried to fold over a corner next to my breast, make a knot, but it wouldn’t stay. I had to hold it in place with one hand.
I came out to the mirrors, and looked at myself. Show some skin, Sven had said. I looked good I think, my pink flesh glistening in the sunlight still wet from my shower. I kept blinking from nervousness. My bare shoulders were tensed a bit, but my skin looks soft and supple. My black bangs were hanging down in my eyes. Trapping my towel under one arm, I pulled my long hair back, and wrestled it into some semblance of order. My lips were a darker shade of pink even with no lip gloss. I didn’t really have a tan yet. It was still early in the season, and I’d been wearing sunblock in any case.
I began to feel hungry. I wonder if I dare nip down to the dining hall like this. I knew of course that I should probably get dressed first, but the whole dorm seemed so quiet. This shouldn’t matter, but I knew from before that Todd is up early Sunday mornings. Maybe I can chance it, and go over like this, wearing just my towel. I checked it for length in the mirror. You could see my pink thighs and my hips fairly far up, but maybe it’s long enough. It was a bit of a risk, but it might be OK.
I opened the door to the hallway, and looked both ways, listening to see if anyone was out here. It sounded safe, so I cautiously tiptoed down the hall, ears pricked up for any sign of people. It still sounded pretty quiet up here on the fourth floor, just the sound of a bird cawing from outside. I tiptoed over to the stairwell, wavering a bit, but eventually, set out down the stairs. I don’t know why, but I was getting all excited wandering around the dorm like this. It was pretty thrilling.
Rather incautiously, I went down the stairs to the first floor, clutching my towel tightly to my breast. I couldn’t very well go through the porter’s office dressed like this. I continued on down the stairs to the basement. I knew a few guys live here, freshmen? Or maybe even Todd? I wasn’t sure who. I quickly sped past their doors on to the section with the piano rooms and ping pong table. Still no sign of people. I scurried along the corridor, quite nervous actually, not really sure if this was such a good idea, running around the dorm in just a towel.
I rounded the bend past the vending machines, the dance hall, and then peered through the glass door at the end. It was still like 7:30 or so, so I didn’t think there would be that many people in the cafeteria. I trudged up the stairs, my flip-flops clacking on each step. Luckily, there was no one in the foyer or in line in the cafeteria, so I scurried right in. I paused in front of the glass cooler trying to decide what drink to get when these two freshmen appeared at the door.
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