Falling For My Roommate

During the course of that conversation, I confessed something to her. I had a small crush on her ever since she moved in. Maybe it was because she looked a little bit boyish, or maybe it was because she was actually nice and not a total ditz like my old roommate. Whenever we went anywhere together, before or after the kiss, no guys ever hit on us, whether or not we were together. Don't get me wrong. Jesse's probably one of the cutest girls I've ever met, but for some reason guys just didn't want to date her. Maybe it was because, at a distance, she could be mistaken for a guy, or maybe it was because she tended to spend more time with a book than a beer bottle. But then again, I like her for those reasons quite well.

Evidently she realized this earlier than I thought. Either way, I wasn't going to complain. I had a nice girlfriend and someone to talk to. Even though the two of us liked each other quite a bit and even considered ourselves as dating each other, we were still rather reluctant to display that publicly. As liberal as some said this school was, it was still a technical school, and folks didn't take much of a shine to couples such as us. Another reason for us to not show affection towards each other was the tendency for guys around here to constantly request us to kiss each other. Somehow I never could quite understand why guys thought that watching two girls kiss was so entertaining when they thought it was disgusting to watch two guys do the same thing. But then again, I always thought that watching two guys kiss was rather cute, but then again, so was watching two girls kiss. I suppose it goes without saying, though, that simply watching two people kiss is nowhere near as fun as actually kissing someone.

During the course of that semester, we found ourselves using my bed together quite often, but without anything more than a kiss. Granted, every time our lips touched, I felt a little desire to do more, but never enough to act upon. I was very well content with just laying there, knowing that I had someone who was there for me, physically and emotionally. Going to sleep with her in my arms just felt right, but somehow not quite as right as waking up in the same manner.