We Are Still Close After All These Years

I attended a large state university. My freshman year I was in a dorm with a random roommate. Because of the pressure for dorms for incoming freshman we had to move out for our sophomore year. My roommate and me decided to stay together. A new private student complex had been built and more than anything we wanted to go there but all we could afford was a one bedroom. So we bunked up like we had in the dorm.

The big difference is that the complex was coed and there were kids from all levels, including grad students, married students, wolves and sheep. And out in that world we fell into the virgin sheep world surrounded by wolves. We stayed together, and wore jeans and menstrual pads when we went out, our defense barrier. We swore that if one of us fell, the other one would follow. Defense in numbers.

One day our toilet got stopped up. It was more than a minor problem. Embarrassing as it was we decided to ask the old guy next door, he was a first year med student. He came over with a plunger and managed to unplug the toilet, gave us a lecture on what not to flush, asked questions about who slept in which bed, and in return for unplugging the toilet we had to clean his apartment, do his laundry and treat him to a home cooked meal.

After we cleaned his apartment and did his laundry he came over for a meal. We decided to go grandma style, three courses, home made apple pie, table set, the whole thing. During the pre dinner conversation the topic of premarital sex came up, and we proudly confessed we were virgins. His answer was quick, he would have to do something about that, it wasn't healthy and we needed the 'shot'. And he was just the man to do it. Ha, ha. It was very embarrassing.

After dinner, after apple pie and coffee, he asked which one of us wanted to go first. He was serious. Come on now, make up our minds, one of us had to go first. We stood in the kitchen where we were cleaning up. He took the dishtowel away from Teresa and took her by the hand and walked her to our bedroom. I watched from the door, blew Teresa a kiss as he undressed her and watched her lose her virginity. He released her and stood with his pants in his hand telling me I was next. And the ritual repeated itself, Teresa watching me surrender to my fate.

We became his girlfriend, he became our boyfriend. In the undergrad world, especially lowly Sophomores having a grad student as a boyfriend was a badge of honor, and a med student to boot. His studies were intense and he needed us to look after him, I use the word 'need' because he 'needed' us to look after him. He never missed a meal, home cooked. And we had our boyfriend, who took his 'duties' seriously.