Then the guy at the doorway moves forward. "This is room 22? Are you Mel?" he says, and I see he is ...choice. Handsome.
"I'm Mel," I responded, checking how much of my gut was hanging out since I'd thrown off my sweater. I look back up at him and see that he's looking at me with desire... interest... maybe even lust? He takes one step into the room, and I tense my thigh muscles in preparation for the heavy-duty job of getting me vertical.
"No, no, don't get up!" he says from just inside the door. He has a paper card in his big right hand, which he extends towards me.
"I'm Bernie, the RA on this floor - I want to welcome you to Stuffington U and the rez. We're having a welcoming party tonight at 8 for everybody on the floor - just a taste of what life is like here at Stuffington - get to know your floormates with a few games, some vids, and LOTS of food!" He smiled at that last remark. "I hope you'll come?" He stepped right up beside me and put the card in my hand. "I know - but paper invites are cool, in an old-fashioned way, and very practical since I don't have everybody's cell number. I mean, who looks at posters anyway? And, this way, you get my cell number," he added, his eyes roaming over me again.
"Well, thanks," I replied, and struggled to at least be upright. This Bernie guy has a nice voice and a sweet smile, as well as an amazingly hunky body. Being as Buttercombe was an 'all girls' school, I feel a little deficient in the 'checking out boys checking me out' department - but Bernie gives me the feeling that if I seemed open, he'd be all over me in a heartbeat.
And that feeling, it feels so good!
"Well, I'll go now," Bernie said, his eyes giving me one last 'full Italian' look-over, got other invitations to deliver! "I don't think your roommate is expected today - but if she arrives, drag her along too. Oh, and if you have any questions about the rez, or Stuffington, or anything, my cell is on the bottom of the invite - text me! I do hoope to see you again this evening, and to see more of your as the year goes on!"
And with that, Bernie turned and gave me a male magnificent view of his muscular backside, as he left and quietly shut the door behind him..
Was it only a mistake that his last phrase seemed like a double entendre? Anyway, my 8 o'clock was now booked!
As I sat upright for a moment, and thought about standing up to put away my stuff,
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